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A Still Day or A Hurricane (12) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case; explicit sexual content (making out, straddling, protected sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12.3k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

A/N: And so it ends! Thank you so much for those of you who joined in on this frustrating but hopefully worthwhile ride. Sending you all love through the weekend! 🌸🌸🌸 also, the title and inspiration of the story comes from a post a saved long ago; you’ll see! Please enjoy ☺️

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“Hey, do you need help?” You hear Jungkook ask as you unload your clothes from the laundry.

You turn to him - one hand on his phone and the other out for Heejin who’s currently painting his nails a bright yellow - and chuckle.

“Bubba’s reserved you all afternoon, babe. Don’t wanna ruin salon day.”

“True. She made this appointment without telling me but that’s okay. She’s a little feisty though,” he replies, obediently following Heejin’s orders to straighten his fingers, her constant and tiny oops at painting through his skin, making him smile.

She’d been into polishes since last week after she’d seen her uncle Hobi have smiley faces on his nails. She was so amused with it that he got her child-friendly ones, and what you thought was something she wanted to put on herself was actually something she wanted to put on someone else. Jungkook, apparently, is her chosen client for today.

You walk to the living room with the clothes you need to fold and watch from the couch as Heejin now stands up from the floor and tries tying Jungkook’s hair like a sprout. You laugh at his pained expression as she pulls on his strands and hits his scalp with the butterfly hair clips your mom gave to her, which your 7-year old self used to love wearing.

“Waaah, pretty!” Heejin chirps, putting on another one. “Kookoo is pretty!”

“Yes I am, sunshine. And so are you,” he says, clipping one on her. “Pretty like your Mama, right?” He adds, smirking at you.

“Yes, Jinnie is pretty like Mama!” Heejin squeals.

“Oh, starting to speak like Kookoo now, aren’t you?” You laugh, sitting next to her and giving her a hug.

“We should have a pamper day with her,” Jungkook suggests, scooting closer to both of you. “Maybe next Saturday before we head to Namjoon’s.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, carrying your daughter to the couch with you as she yawns, her body used to her afternoon nap time.

Heejin squishes her face on your boobs, thumb in her mouth as she starts to doze off. Jungkook follows and refuses to undo his hair, taking a photo of himself and laughing as he sends it to you.

“So you’ll remember what your pretty boyfriend looks like,” he says.

“I know what you look like, Jungkook,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I see it everyday.”

“Just a few hours everyday, though. Sometimes just on the screen, too,” he sighs, not wanting to sound like he’s complaining that he doesn’t get to see you as much as he’d like, which is all the time, every morning and night, if possible.

He did say he tends to be clingy, and you haven’t really complained about it, although he’s been good at not letting it show. You’re a busy woman, he knows, yet you make time to come by the cafe every morning, except on days when you have to skip it for something more important, usually a hearing or a meeting outside of the city. Jungkook sleeps over on Fridays and Saturdays and spends every weekend with you and Heejin at least, going to wherever you plan or where he spontaneously suggests.

Sundays at your mom’s is a regular occurrence, and some Fridays, you let yourself loosen up a little with a drink or two with your friends, something Jungkook does sometimes as well. It’s this routine you’ve both set up, with him looking after Heejin twice a week now, and the fact that he’s become the first person you call about her means so much to him, and he hopes it means as much - or the same - as it does to you.

You pick up the drop in his voice. You're convinced that Jungkook sometimes forgets that you’re a lawyer - observant and assumptive, also often right, and so he probably thinks you’re oblivious to what goes on in his head.

He wishes he gets to be with you more. It’s something you figured out before Jimin spilled the beans one Friday night after work; even your friend seems to have forgotten how you are. He was drunk, after all, but Yoongi remembers.

“So what I gathered is that Jungkook wants to move in with you,” your other friend had asked right after Jimin’s head dropped on the table. “Is that something you’ve thought about?”

“Yeah. And I don’t know what to think about it, or if I want to think about it right now,” you’d admitted. “I have routines, Min. And I need space, physically and figuratively. And it’s just been me and Heejin for years and she hasn’t cared much if I’m grumpy on a weekday morning or bawling my eyes out at night because she’s like that, too, and—”

“Well, seems to me you have thought about it,” Yoongi countered. “And come on, we all know Jungkook wouldn’t mind it either.”

“Don’t you think it’s too soon?” You wondered.

“I don’t think it’s about the timing more than it is about the other parts of you that you’re still afraid to show,” Yoongi sighed. “What else is left of you that he hasn’t seen, that he doesn’t love you for?”

It’s the question you know the answer to.

It’s because of that time you rushed to his apartment at 11PM after an argument over a missed dinner date and then apologized. You showed up with a special meal in hand and a promise that you won’t be that hot-headed again.

It’s also because of that afternoon you went home after the sexual harassment case verdict when the perpetrator was found guilty but was only given 8 months in prison. You sobbed in Jungkook’s arms as he cradled you and reminded you that there are still people who’ll need you to fight for them, so you shouldn’t lose that fight in you.

And then that one time when you reprimanded Heejin for not sharing her toy at daycare and she cried, yelled for Jungkook so you asked him to come over, and she didn’t mind you for the rest of the night. You expressed your worry that you’re maybe not doing as well a job as a mother as you thought, and the next morning, he spoke to you and Heejin together and helped you both make up.

What else is left of you that he doesn’t love you for?

Not much, you think. And there doesn’t seem to be much of him you don’t love him for, either.

He still says silly things sometimes, even when he’s balls deep inside of you, and annoys you to death because it somehow gives him so much joy. But there’s no part of him you don’t love, that you don’t adore, that you don’t want to wrap in a blanket and cradle protectively so that no one - not even you - could ever hurt him again.

But moving in together when you have a daughter means more than just living with Jungkook under the same roof. Heejin already looks for him all the time and while he did say he wanted to have a family with you, he hasn’t mentioned it again since that night, and you don’t want to pressure him, knowing that when it comes to his sunshine, he wouldn’t be able to say no. You want him to want to be her father, not just because he thinks he should.

You break out of your thoughts and gaze at a slightly pouty Jungkook with a sprout on top of his head.

“You do know that seeing you, no matter how short and no matter how, is my favorite part of the day, right?” You nudge his knee.

“Hmm, you did say it one time when you were half-asleep but couldn’t stop kissing me,” he smirks.

“I still would’ve meant it if I was fully awake. I mean it now. I wish I had the time to see you more, though,” you sigh.

His lips turn up and there’s comfort in them. “Our mornings are great and our weekends are enough. We’re good,” he assures, moving closer to peck your forehead, his lips descending to your lips when you pout for a kiss.

“As long as I get to be with both of you; you know that’s all I want.”

He caresses Heejin’s squished cheeks and wipes the drool from her mouth with his sweater, chuckling at her adorable sleeping form.

“I can’t believe she’s turning 3 in a few weeks,” you huff. “She hasn’t stopped talking about having a tall cake after we celebrated your birthday and she got jealous of what I got you.”

Jungkook smiles, thinking of last weekend when you got him a massive cake made by a patissier he idolizes, and how he didn’t want to even serve it to the small group of guests he had at the restaurant because it was too pretty to eat. It was definitely a special birthday, and it was one of the sweetest things you’d ever done.

“Speaking of that, I wanted to run something by you,” he says, pulling out his phone to show you photos of the cakes he plans to make for Heejin.

“You want to make her 3 cakes?” You almost yell. “Why?”

“Uh, because she’s turning 3?” He shrugs. “Plus, her list of favorite things is growing and I wanted to make all of them for her.”

You look at the photo inspirations of what he plans to create and you’re filled with joy but also worry because you know enough that it’s a lot of work.

“Jungkook, that’s too much. She’ll be fine with one cake.”

He looks at you like you’re insane, which is partly true.

“___, you know your daughter. She can’t have just 1 thing of something she likes. How many alpaca and bunny and deer stuffed toys do you have to buy until she’s satisfied?”

“She’s just spoiled. I spoil her. That’s on me. We shouldn’t spoil her, Jungkook. She’s gonna be a brat,” you say worriedly.

“She won’t be, okay? I was a spoiled child and I’m not a brat,” he argues.

“Debatable,” you counter, earning you pout. “But really, that’s not necessary. You already offered your apartment for her party.”

“And you said you’d help with the decorations, so will Jimin and Byeol. Which means more time for me to work on these. Dea’s also helping me, so no worries at all. Plus…” he says, looking longingly at you. “I was there when she was born, but not during her last two birthdays. I just want this to be special for her. A lot of children’s early memories start when they’re 3, and I want her to always remember that Kookoo cares for her so much and made her her favorite things.”

Jungkook tends to be stubborn, too; you know he’s already made up his mind about this and would probably still do it even if you ask him not to. He turns back to his phone at your silence, scrolling through more photos as he nibbles his lower lip, showing his pretty mole underneath. You suddenly can’t think of a more perfect way to celebrate Heejin’s birthday than with her favorite things made by her favorite person after you.

Whether he’s ready to be a father or not doesn’t matter right now. He loves her, he would give the world to her, like he’d said, and you don’t want to get in the way of that.

“Okay, fine,” you nudge him again. “Go all out if you want but I’m paying. I want nothing but the best for the little one.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up like he’s the one getting another birthday cake. He peppers you and Heejin with kisses, excited at being able to do something big for her.

“She deserves nothing less. She’s gonna love them so much.”

Heejin, as Jungkook predicted, loves the cakes so much.

One thing you’ve learned about your daughter is that she loves herself, and she loves being celebrated. She loves being surrounded by things she enjoys and seeing the people around her enjoy them with her.

Jungkook’s apartment is spacious, hence your chosen venue for today’s celebration. It’s enough to have your family and friends, colleagues, and some of Heejin’s playmates from daycare over.

There are purple balloons around and a play area set up with her favorite toys. Seated on a chair with the brightest smile on her face, Heejin starts clapping once she sees Jungkook walk towards her against the background of everybody singing happy birthday.

One by one, her Kookoo places the cakes in front of her, explaining what each one is, as if she understands, but Jungkook has always spoken to her like an adult, and you know she doesn’t mind it, too. She’s as whipped for him as you are, you realize, and that’s something she definitely takes from you.

There’s a two-layered cake with vanilla cream icing and a topper in the form of a little girl with a sunflower headband. You don’t know how Jungkook and Dea managed to make it look like your daughter, but it looks amazing, and even Heejin thinks so, squealing Mama, it’s Jinnie, as she jumps up and down on the chair and claps her hands excitedly.

Next is the sponge cake in the shape of the number 3 with buttercream frosting in between the layers. On top are some purple balloons, strawberries, her favorite doll, Pororo and some friends, and her favorite blanket all made in fondant, as well different-flavored macarons.

The last is the four-tiered one, beautifully and intricately designed with a variety of alpacas and bunnies like her stuffed toys spread out on the top layer. It’s radiant and colorful like your daughter, and with the playfulness of it, it’s everything you imagined a customized cake for her would be. She feels the same way, it seems like, as her smile hasn’t let up since the first cake was presented to her. She looks at them in awe and excitement, just as you’d hoped.

You take photos with and of her, then reach out to Jungkook. “Join us. This is the memory she’s going to look back on when she’s older.”

He takes your hand and joins you, your family and friends taking multiple pictures that are definitely going to be part of your joint 🌻 photo album.

Heejin is impatient, wanting to savor her cakes, her eyes flitting from one to another, with Taehyung going through each one with her and letting her savor them more.

And as you expected, she starts taking all the toppers and lines them in front of her to play with, and you let her. She’s three. You all survived her most tantrum-filled age with only the best, most raw moments as a mother and child, and you can’t be happier for both of you.

She’s grown up so much already, and it’s not just because of the words and sentences she’s now able to say, thereby making her on track with her developmental milestones, but on the way she behaves, dresses, and engages with people. She’s more obedient and curious, she likes choosing colorful outfits with an accessory every time, and she’s less shy and clings to more people.

But other than you, she clings to Jungkook the most.

It’s what she does the whole afternoon - running to you to wrap her arms around your legs, and then running to him to be carried on his shoulders or his arms.

“Thank you, Kookoo,” she kisses his cheek, and from across the room you can see how his face softens, how his heart melts for her, how his voice shakes at her words.

You can barely make out what he says, but he looks at her with stars in his eyes, scrunching his nose and laughing at her antics. He hugs her tightly, tenderly, and it’s a sight you’d like to see more of.

“Even our own dad wasn’t like that with us,” Yuri sighs from next to you.

“I may no longer despise him but Dad isn’t even close to how Jungkook is,” Taehyung butts in. “Dad wanted us at the beginning then walked out. Heejin’s the reason why you walked away from Jungkook in the first place but he just… loves her. They love each other. Even she doesn’t cling to or look at me like that.”

“Well, you’re not Jungkook, let’s be honest,” Yuri points out.

“I’m more handsome, I know,” he rolls his eyes, earning him a puking motion from his twin sister. “My point is, he’s like a papa fox out there being all sweet and playful with his cub and it’s so cute, isn’t it?” He adds, as you all watch Jungkook take Heejin’s hand in a dancing motion and waltzes around like she always asks to do with him.

“It is,” you smile, and you feel that wave of relief wash over you at the sight, a laughing Heejin being twirled around by the man who’s captured your heart and hers.

“It took a lot for you to be able to get here and consider him as your lover but he’s more than that, right?” Sun-hee says out of nowhere.

You wouldn’t be surprised if she was listening the whole time but honestly, this is the only time you wouldn’t mind your siblings ganging up on you.

You hum in response, unable to keep your eyes off the scene, with Subin now joining their little dance group, and then your Mom and Jung-jae, and then Jin and his girlfriend.

“A lot more,” you nod.

The party extends through the evening with just your loved ones left, helping Heejin unwrap all her gifts, including a bunny stuffed toy from Jungkook that’s similar to the one he’s had since he was a kid. You glare at him since he promised he wouldn’t get her a gift anymore after baking her three cakes, but he says he just had to.

“Whatever happens, I want Heejin to remember me with it, in this way,” he whispers as he hugs you, and you’re too tired to process everything.

The words whatever happens make you wonder if he expects something else would happen, or if he hopes it, actually, but you opt to let it go for now.

The party ends with the last of your family heading out the door, after having spent an hour after dinner helping you clean up Jungkook’s apartment.

“Hey, let’s do that tomorrow,” he urges, motioning for you to drop the garbage bag you’re ready to fill with more gift wrappers and boxes. “Enjoy this with us first before this little sunshine falls asleep.”

You walk towards Jungkook who has Heejin in one arm, while the other one wraps around you, letting him hold you both close as you all sway to Boyz II Men in the background. He likes slow dancing like this with Heejin and you always took a pass, but now you feel your tiredness melt away with their slow breathing, and you want to be able to hold onto this moment a little longer.

Closing your eyes as you lean on Jungkook’s shoulder, you release a long breath. “I don’t think a song about making love to me is appropriate to be dancing to with my daughter,” you hum, a faint giggle following.

“Yah, she doesn’t understand it yet,” he argues, “so it remains appropriate to us.”

“She’ll be sleeping in between us, though,” you remind him, as her unfamiliarity with his apartment means she needs to wake up next to you.

“Then before that,” he says. “Only if you want to.”

“We’ll see,” you sigh, though the idea is quite tempting, as you’ve both figured out ways to have sex with Heejin sleeping in the room.

Your daughter’s yawn prompts you to take her to the bathroom for a bath, with you and Jungkook indulging her request to have her new dolls swim with her in the tub. You’ll clean that mess in the morning, too.

She falls asleep easily and you tuck her in the middle of the bed and surround her with pillows, whispering that you’ll get to her soon.

Jungkook heads to the living room first to video call with her mother who’s apparently been text-screaming to him about the photos of the three of you.

“She’s so beautiful, darling,” you hear his mom squeal as you follow out, picking up trash on your way. “And that bunny toy looks like the one you stole from your sister! It’s really adorable. But you could’ve given yours, you know? You still have so many toys here in your room that you don’t want me to give away.”

“Because they’re special!”

“Well, you did say you wanted to pass them down to your kids. I think she’ll love the train set we got you from France, remember that?”

“Hmm, probably one of only a few toys I actually took care of,” he chuckles.

You let their words settle as you tiptoe to the couch next to him, feeling like it’s a personal conversation but one that still concerns you and Heejin. He’s talked about how his mom still keeps his childhood bedroom in their house as is, all toys and collections and memorabilia intact. You just weren’t prepared for his mom to bring up your daughter loving one of his toys that he also always says means a lot to him until now.

“Hey,” you hum, scooting closer at his request.

“Ma was looking for you,” he says, facing his phone to you.

“Hi, Auntie,” you chirp.

It’s a good 20 minutes of talking about how today went and how she’s excited to finally meet you in person. Getting to know each other, at her request, has been done through video calls since you’re all too busy to do visits. But Jungkook’s parents will be driving out to Seoul in two weeks and that’s oddly more nerve-racking than anything, which is new for you, since meeting parents has always been something you’re confident about.

This feels more, though, and the unfamiliar feeling of needing validation is a little unnerving.

“Ma doesn’t shut up about you and Jinnie, you know?” Jungkook says after the call ends. “She asks about you two more than me and I used to call her out for nagging but now, I kinda miss it.”

“That’s Heejin in the future for sure,” you laugh. “But Auntie is kinda like you in a way. I’m so nervous but I’m excited to meet her and your dad.”

“I apologize for her in advance. She has her moments.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes a little longer, and you know how much more tired he is after pulling an all-nighter and then spending the whole morning preparing the cakes, all of which still have their halves in the fridge for future consumption.

“I can’t thank you enough for today, Jungkook,” you say, taking his hand and massaging it. “Heejin was so happy seeing her cakes. And they were so pretty. When did you learn to design like that?”

“Just in the last few months when I decided I was going to make them elaborate for her,” he responds. “Just watched some videos and figured it out along the way.”

“Doesn’t seem like it, it’s as if you studied it. Will you make more for sale?”

“Nah, it’s too much work and only meant for the people I love,” he smirks, taking your hand and kissing it.

You do the same, taking both of his hands and peppering them with kisses. It turns sensual, as the kisses get slower, longer, intentional, skipping space to land on his lips - gentle, amorous, passionate.

“Love only us,” you mumble, your fingers tracing patterns on his cheeks. Your eyes gaze into his like a plea for him to choose only you and Heejin, to love only you and Heejin.

His breathing quickens and gets heavy. He pulls you into his lap and whispers against your lips. “There’s no one else, babe. Fuck, there’s no one else.”

He dives into your soft flesh, his tongue quickly slipping in to entangle with yours. Your hands can’t decide where they want to stay - his face, his arms, his chest? You choose the last one, quickly unbuttoning his top and mapping out the expanse of his torso that’s become second nature to you.

He’s built where you want him to be, his nipples pert and addictive to nip and suck. The ridges of his abs are tempting, and too many times you find yourself kissing every inch of that plane, the way it heaves, sending shockwaves through you because only you can affect him that way.

“You’re so good to us, so good to me,” you hiss, as he nips at your skin by the ear - stinging but pleasurable at the same time. He grinds upwards to meet your cunt that by now, is starting to throb.

“Anything for you,” he pants, pulling down the top half of your dress with your bra, his mouth immediately attacking your breasts, the swell of them enticing him. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

You do this for a while - exploring each other’s bodies with your hands and mouths, kissing until your lips sting again, moaning words of praise and obscenities as quietly as you can at how turned on you both are.

“Do you have one nearby?” You ask, as you start pulling the hem of your dress while you continuously grind against him.

“Always have one in my pocket when I’m with you,” he winks, taking out the foil packet from his jean pocket and rolling the condom on his dick, which you’ve already freed and started stroking.

He turns you around and helps you slide onto him, pulling your back flush against his bare chest for a position you’ve tried a few times because he likes pleasuring you this way. With his one hand kneading your breast, the fingers of his other expertly playing with your clit, and his tongue dancing around your neck and your ear, nipping where he wants - it’s immediate for you.

When he attacks you like this, focusing on your most sensitive areas and grunting like he does while he thrusts inside you, your orgasm comes easily.

“Fuck Jungkook, it feels so good.”

You hold yourself back from more expletives and bask in the way his rough hands that make the prettiest, most delicate things, feel all over you. He secures you in his arms while his fingers do the most sinful things while he moans and praises you in your ears and his tip hitting you in the right spot inside you.

“You’re so fucking perfect, babe. Fuck, you sound so good,” he pants. “Keep making those sounds for me, yeah?”

The confidence he has when he’s balls deep inside you is always so sexy.

He doesn’t care if it’s not his dick that makes you come because he knows it makes you feel good either way. But his hands - the ones he uses to knead dough and make intricate things out of sugar and chocolate, the hands that make food that you love - are the same ones that make you wail his name, that make you plead him to do more, that take you to a different place of pure pleasure, and it’s what happens when your legs start to shake, your orgasm so close.

He knows this, and he wants you to feel even more. He briefly locks your legs in his, restricting your movements to prepare you for more. Then he turns you around and shifts both your bodies, leaning you at an angle where he can continue playing with your clit, flicking your pert nipple, and swirling his tongue around your other breast, all while he continues to thrust inside of you. It makes you feel everything, as your body goes on overdrive with pleasure, your mind turning hazy at how much you’re feeling.

Your glazed eyes lock with his, and seeing his sweat-stained forehead, his clenched jaw, and his determined, lustful gaze is all it takes to get you to where you both want.

“Fuck Jungkook, I’m coming,” you whine.

Your mouth parts, your body arches, and it’s when he goes back to suck your nipple that you reach your orgasm, your bitten arm the evidence for how hard you tried to hold in your scream.

“You good, baby?” He whispers against your lips before tenderly kissing them.

“Yeah,” you pant, chest heaving from how hard you came. “Come inside me, please. Want you to come for me.”

He does as asked and shoves his cock back inside you. He lowers himself and attacks your mouth with his this time. Propping himself on his elbows, you take the chance to run your hands through his veiny, tattooed arms and taut biceps, loving the way they flex even more under your touch.

Flushed against your body, he rams himself into you, the barely-there distance between the both of you allowing him to drag his throbbing length and be swallowed by your warm walls. It’s less loud this way, with your moans hitting his ears immediately as you cradle his head and pull on his hair, the occasional scratch on his back when your hands roam around it eliciting whines from him.

“You’re doing so well,” you moan. “Keep going, baby.”

You feel him put more effort, his groans telling you that he’s close to his high. His sweat sticks to your body, and you can’t wait to see him after this, his sculpted abs glistening and looking every bit like the dream that haunts you at night. You wrap your legs around him, pushing him even deeper, and meeting his thrusts, he quickens his movements to chase his orgasm.

It happens not long after, with one last series of hard pounding, and he lets out a long, deep groan, his mouth finding your neck that he peppers with open-mouthed kisses. His body loosens up, muscles relaxing at finally reaching his high.

“Fuck, you take me so well, you know?” He hums, as he props himself up, hooded eyes staring back at you.

Kneeling right where your thighs meet your body, the image that has you scrambling for your vibrator on nights when he isn’t around is displayed before you - dark nipples decorating his pecs, his abs perfectly shaped and mesmerizing, his tiny waist holding all that muscle and glossy perfection, and the v-line, a testament to how hard he works, whether in the gym or on your body.

He removes the cum-filled condom and you take this time to sit up and slowly kiss his torso, the salty taste of his sweat somehow still turning you on.

You hear him chuckle and you look up to meet his soft eyes and tender smile.

“You’re tired, we should go to bed,” he says, caressing your cheek and grazing his fingers on your lower lip. “It’s been a long day.”

“But you look so good,” you whine, going back to kissing him and even squeezing his amazingly-toned ass.

“Well, we have tomorrow. We just need to wait for Heejin’s nap or wake up before she does. You have me on other days, too,” he reminds you. “You could call at 2AM and I’ll be there and you can have all this.”

His smug face is misleading. You know there’s more underneath that statement; you don’t even miss the tinge of longing in his voice when he says it. But even with Jungkook’s forward nature and tendency to be vocal about what he wants, he somehow leaves out the other things that are more long-term, like moving in, being a family, marrying you.

He laid it out for you that night you both made things official, and though he’s alluded to them at various times, he never really said it again. But with what your friends say and how Jungkook was today, you can tell he still wants it all. He wouldn’t be looking at you like you’re his whole world if he didn’t.

But it’s at this moment when you realize, too, that he’s still keeping up with your pace, waiting for you to make the move. You’re the one with the grand plans, the one who needs her time to think and feel before she decides. You’re the one who’s been hesitant and afraid, and you’re also the one who hasn’t deliberately said anything about all those long-term things.

And you know you want all those.

You know it even more when he dresses you and then undresses you in the bathroom, holding you close in the shower before scrubbing you gently and leaving kisses where he can.

You know it even more when he scurries out of the bedroom to check on the lights and the locked doors, and then when he gets back to kiss you, tuck the blanket under Heejin’s chin, then whisper goodnight.

And even more when you wake up the next morning and see Heejin’s spread out form, her one arm on Jungkook’s face and her one leg on his belly, sleeping soundly at the warmth and love that he gives.

You pay attention even more after that, balancing enjoying the moment with wanting more and imagining more. You let whatever fear or worry melt away slowly but surely with every day that you spend with him, letting the trust and faith build with every argument or miscommunication, letting the partnership strengthen with every time you ask him how to deal with a stubborn Heejin, letting the love grow with every act of service that you do for him or every gift that you give.

You realize that raising your daughter is much more fun and worthwhile with him next to you, loving her the way she likes to be loved, spoiling her and teaching her things, protecting her like your lives depend on it.

The idea of your little family has become more alluring and more ingrained in your mind, in your everyday life.

You wake up to weekday mornings with freshly-baked bread and laze in the balcony during the evenings with tea and some new dessert he’s trying to perfect, with you and the little one as the taste testers.

You go to doctor and dentist appointments together, enroll Heejin in ballet with you and Jungkook proudly taking videos of her learning, and start visiting kindergarten schools.

You spend the holidays in Busan with his whole family, with Heejin initially being shy but eventually bonding with Jungkook’s nieces and nephews, especially Mi-Sun, over the week.

You go to Europe with him and your entire family - your first trip together - and enjoy the Husky ride in the Netherlands, explore the Christmas markets of Brussels, and eat all the pastries you possibly can in France, even finding the little cafe of the famed tarte tatin that brought Jungkook here with you.

It’s everything you imagined it would be - with Heejin’s newfound love for waffles and huskies, your family’s excitement with all the shopping and food, and Jungkook’s elated face when you surprised him with a mini masterclass with a famed patissier. And of course, with how he fucked you in cozy hotels with the prettiest views, whispering he loves you like a mantra, like a song you’d easily remember and could sing whenever you want, like a promise of a life you both could have.

This certainty becomes ingrained in your daily life, and it’s on one Saturday at the tail end of winter when the naturalness of your situation and your comfort in the life you and Jungkook have built that you get to tell him what you’ve been meaning to for months.

Jungkook and Heejin joined Namjoon’s family on a simple trek up a mountain this morning. Subin wanted to see the sunrise and was showing photos to your daughter the other day, and true to form, she wanted to see it, too. The plan was set up, with Ma-ri having found a kid-friendly trail with still beautiful views. You were excited to go, too, but an all-nighter left you feeling too tired to even get out of bed.

It was a fun trip, you surmised, based on Jungkook’s numerous sent photos and videos all morning, with him and Heejin giving you flying kisses and saying how much they miss you. She looked so grown up and adorable with her puffer jacket and beanie, posing for the camera and holding hands with Subin who was just as excited to spend Saturday with his best friend.

You only got to pack them fruits and biscuits and you wanted to make it up by preparing a hearty lunch that they’d come home to.

They’d just gotten back, and after helping Heejin in the bathtub and then showering himself, Jungkook takes his place on the dining table in front of the little one in her chair, ready for the beef bone soup and potato pancake you prepared.

Jungkook demolishes his meal and you take your time feeding Heejin her share.

“Mama, I want some more please,” she beams at you with the bowl still in her mouth.

“You think Mama’s improved her cooking, huh bubba?” You giggle, standing up to serve her more. “I had to up my game since Kookoo is doing everything and I wanted to help.”

“Hey, you do so much already,” he argues. “You’re out there throwing bad people in jail and you know I like rewarding you.”

He smirks at you while reaching out his hand, motioning for you to come closer.

“You do reward me a lot,” you mumble, making sure that Heejin doesn’t hear much even if she wouldn’t understand, but glancing at her, it isn’t a problem; she’s busy downing the soup and eating the pancake with her hands. “But I want to make these things for you, too, every once in a while.”

“They’re very good, babe,” he winks, sneakily squeezing your ass as he likes to do. “Way better than the time you made stew without help from Yoongi or Byeol.”

“Yah!” You playfully glare at him. “You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It was still bad though,” he teases, yelping when you pinch his arm.

“But this is so good, I’m serious. And it’s definitely not just because I’m so exhausted from this morning,” he continues.

“It was a simple trek, you said it! That’s nothing to you,” you say.

“Yeah, but Heejin would randomly run somewhere and then I had to carry her until we got to somewhere safe,” he narrates. “Plus, she and Subin were inseparable so I had to watch over him, too, since Namjoon was losing his breath so easily,” Jungkook frowns, earning him a chuckle.

“Aww, our baby is growing up. She used to be so shy around him but not anymore, apparently,” you smile, tilting Jungkook’s head that was resting on your belly so he could face you. “Thanks for going this morning and making sure she had fun. She’s probably gonna keep talking about it for days.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles back. “Can I get kisses since I’m so tired?”

You peck his lips and leave him hanging, prompting him to hug your waist tighter and tickle you. You tell him off but laugh anyway, reminding you of his parents and what you witnessed over the holidays, with his Mom clinging to his Dad like a koala every time they were having a meal or even when they thought no one was looking.

“Ma is so clingy, right? She’s why Dad gets late to work sometimes because she won’t stop hugging him,” Jungkook laughs as he recalls all the times he’d witnessed his parents be that way, with him, ironically, being the one to tell them to go back to their room.

“Well, at least you’ve acknowledged that you are like your mom. I’d definitely be fighting you if I get to work late because of you,” you chuckle.

“Nah, you love it,” he smirks, pouting his lips so he could kiss you again, holding your face this time so you don’t pull away too fast.

You quickly glance at Heejin who’s still enjoying her food, as if oblivious to whatever is happening in front of her.

“She’s so preoccupied with her food but I bet in her mind, she’s judging us and saying, Mama, Dada, go back to your room!”

You laugh at the thought because you imagine Heejin being that daughter when she grows up, a perfect mix of you and Jungkook, but then you realize it’s only you who finds it funny.

Jungkook stares at you, confused eyes unblinking as he processes what you’d just referred to him as.

It’s a thought he’s had for a while. For years, actually, if he counts the brief moment in the nursery where he felt Heejin kick inside your belly, the image of her as a newborn reaching out to him, and him, encouraging her to say Daddy as she grows older.

But he stored that memory in the deepest nook of his brain so it would stop hurting him, and since being in your life this close this time, he’s been trying to keep that wish, that desire at bay. He doesn’t want to scare you, to make you feel like he’s imposing or wedging himself in your plans, or pressure you to want something you’re still making up your mind about.

That first day that he and Heejin bonded after an impromptu afternoon of babysitting, he felt like a connection formed immediately, and he won’t deny that somehow, she felt it, too. Caring for her is so natural; hard at times because she gets cranky a lot, but so satisfying. It’s unlike when he looks after his siblings’ kids. It feels much more innate, special, like there’s a bond there that can’t be replicated because of the intense love he has for her mother - you.

Heejin is a lot of things and he’d just been waiting for the time when you were ready to have him be that person for her, knowing that raising her will always be the most important thing for you.

“Dada?” He repeats. “You want me to be her dad?”

“I, uh, well… You’ve been acting like it,” you say, although you know he doesn’t miss the slight panic in your voice. “You treat her like her own and she’s so enamored with you and I… I know it’s too much so it’s okay if you don—”

“Are you insane? Of course I want to be her dad!” He exclaims, tears pooling in his eyes now. “That’s Jinnie, my little sunshine. I got you the sunflower because of her, because she’s so radiant and she makes you, us, smile all the time. She’s the most special being in this world and I love her so much and, oh my god, I’m a dad.”

He faces you again, his lips trembling now. This man - with his glassy doe eyes and soft, bunny smile, and his eyebrow and lip jewelry that Heejin loves to play with - has so much love in his heart that he’s giving to you and the little one you created. Yet letting him know what he is to her makes him proud and happy as if it’s all he needs in his life.

“I’m her dad,” he says again.

“Well, maybe you can ask her, too,” you advise, kissing his forehead.

He lets you go and walks towards Heejin.

“Hi, Jinnie, who am I?”

“Kookoo!” She squeals, beaming at him like her smile isn’t causing Jungkook’s heart to race so dangerously fast.

“What about Dada? Or Dad? Or maybe Papa?” Jungkook suggests.

Heejin’s eyes flutter in front of him in confusion and you can hear Jungkook’s heart race in a not so good way, so you head to where they are and give him a kiss.

“You’re my Kookoo,” she mumbles. “Mama, that’s Kookoo,” she looks at you questioningly.

“He is, bubba,” you say. “He’ll be what you want him to be, okay?”

She nods and asks for juice, and you nudge Jungkook to be the one to get it.

He hands it to her and smiles, trying not to look a little disappointed. She’s just 3, after all, and it doesn’t take away from what they both share.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, drinking away.

“You tired too, bubba? You had fun with Kookoo today?”

“Yes!” She chirps. “I want to do it again with Kookoo and Mama.”

“We will, okay? Kookoo got tired chasing you around, though. But you enjoyed it, right? You know that Kookoo loves you so much, right, bubba?”

She nods eagerly.

“Can you say that to him, please?”

“I love you, Kookoo!” She squeals, reaching her arms out.

Jungkook hugs her and sighs happily when she kisses his cheek.

“She doesn’t even say she loves me that fast,” you nudge him. “But she means it, okay? Dad just isn’t in her vocabulary and you know her, she follows what she hears. She’ll come around.”

“I know,” he smiles, and you know he means it. “She loves me, that’s what matters.”

And you know that he loves her, and that’s all that matters, too.

You spend the afternoon watching cartoons and playing with Heejin’s dollhouse, with you urging her to go to Dada as you point to Jungkook, knowing you’re gonna have to get her used to you referring to him as such. She doesn’t mind the term but follows either way, laughing and singing with him like always, and you look at Jungkook with this desire in you for him to get that validation from her, something you didn’t realize you’ve been wanting from her, too.

You all have dinner at a nearby restaurant, and with how your week has been - full of hearings and meetings - you’re still exhausted, passed out quickly in bed, oblivious to the thoughts plaguing Jungkook’s mind next to you.

Today was a good day. If anything, he’s not upset about Heejin not calling him Dada. He knows that’ll take time. All he could think about is you wanting that for your daughter as well, the most important person in your life.

He can’t really ask for anything more, he thinks, and as he’s about to finally fall asleep, he hears faint crying sounds from the baby monitor next to you, prompting him to get out of bed and walk to Heejin’s room and see what’s bothering her.

He reckons it’s some discomfort she’s feeling. She ate so much today, so that’s probably why, so he massages her belly with some oil to ease her pain, as she doesn’t seem to want to poop or anything. Her crying stops after a while, and Jungkook wipes the tears from her cheeks and kisses her forehead lovingly.

Jungkook cradles and sways her like how she wants to be put to bed, wondering when she’s going to outgrow this.

“You feeling better, Jinnie?” He hums, letting her sip from her big girl cup. “Maybe we shouldn’t eat all that cake too close to bedtime, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”

She settles in his arms and while he’s carried weights way heavier than her, it’s still quite the effort to make sure she’s comfortable, at least until she’s gotten back to sleep. She slips her thumb in her mouth and Jungkook knows that’s a sign of her getting sleepy again. One thing he’s learned in all the times that he’s tried to get her to sleep is that him talking relaxes her, so that’s what he does.

“You’re getting heavier, huh, sunshine?” He chuckles, adjusting her one more time. “My big muscles can’t carry you anymore, but it’s okay. Keep eating and growing, just not too fast since your Mama wants to savor you being a little one just a bit more.”

He decides to sit on the couch and Heejin doesn’t seem to mind, so he makes himself comfortable, too, and continues.

“Anyway, it’s okay if you still can’t call me Dada. Kookoo is fine because I know that’s what you’re used to. I hope one day you’ll think I’m good enough to be your dad, though, because I really want that,” he smiles, getting emotional at the thought.

“You’re so perfect, even if your poop smells really bad and you like to yell for me even when I’m next to you and even if you have your mother’s taste in music. Maybe when you’re older, I can ask you if you think I’m good enough for your Mama, too. Hmm? Maybe you can approve of me then.”

Jungkook chuckles as he peeks at Heejin, who somehow thinks this is an important monologue because she’s still awake, thumb still in her mouth, head still tilted up at him.

“She’s literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. After you, of course. But I love her so much, you know? I’ve loved her for a long time and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. When I first saw her, I knew right away I wanted to be a part of her life, that’s why I did what I could, did what she wanted me to, just so I could keep around even if I wanted to hold her hand and tell her how wonderful she is all the time. Until, of course, she asked me to stay away.”

It’s like a distant memory but it still feels like he can easily point to that moment when it all changed and he can relive it all over again. He doesn’t know if you ever told your daughter the story of how you and he came to be so he might be overstepping but maybe you’ll never know. You’re in deep sleep, after all.

“But that shouldn’t matter much now, right?” He continues. “Because we’re all happy together, like a family. I think that’s what we are. I wish I could be with both of you everyday, for as long as you’ll both want me, maybe move in here or find a place that’s big for all your toys and where we can just play around, and Dada can bake and Mama can do other fun stuff she wants. You like that, sunshine?”

Heejin makes a gurgling sound and attempts to move, prompting him to adjust her position. Sometimes she likes squishing her cheeks on his chest and falling asleep that way, and that seems to be her plan this time. Jungkook lets her and wraps his arms around her waist.

Thinking about you right now brings him back to when he’d woken up today and saw your tired but satisfied face, then your content one over lunch and cartoon afternoon earlier. He loves how you indulge him with his ideas and cravings, that you laugh at everything he does even if it pisses you off to no end, and how you always encourage him at work to try out new recipes.

Even if you might disagree, there’s certainty in the way that you love him. There’s faith and trust in it. There’s that desire to be a little spontaneous, to enjoy every moment, but there’s direction, there’s a way forward, there’s a plan. Maybe you’re still figuring that part out, that's why moving in together hasn’t been part of the conversation yet.

He’s always just following your pace, waiting for you to take the lead. He was never one to do that, and a part of him is afraid you’d turn him down, and that would be something he’d have a hard time getting over. Although if it would’ve been up to him, he would’ve moved in a long time ago.

The image of you sound asleep when he walked in here crosses his mind again, and really, if his friends are just like Heejin, he wouldn’t stop talking about you to them, too.

“She makes me so happy, you know?” He starts again, convincing himself that Heejin’s subconscious would remember this and all the things he’s saying. “She makes me so happy even when she’s grumpy, or when she rolls her eyes at me, or when she thinks I’m being silly, but really, I just want to keep making her laugh,” he smiles, thinking of how you sound.

“She’s prettiest when she’s laughing, and when she’s annoyed at me. Your Mama is amazing, you know? She gives me direction and shows me that I can be happy with little achievements, too. You’re so lucky to have her, just as she’s so lucky to have you. And I just want to be good enough for her, and then I’ll be the absolute happiest man ever when that day comes, when she decides she wants to be with me until we’re old and still making the same jokes. So always be good, okay? Don’t make her too angry; that’s my job.”

Your tears haven’t stopped since Jungkook told Heejin that he hopes to be good enough for her. And throughout his whole monologue, that you partly only regret overhearing as you stand outside the semi-opened door, your heart has been racing with all the words he’d said - how he adores her, how much he loves you, and that he wants to move in and spend his life with you.

You didn’t realize just how much you’ve been needing to hear those words, validating all the things you want with him, that you want for Heejin, that you want for yourself.

You hear Jungkook stand from the couch, place Heejin in bed, and wish her goodnight. You quietly scurry back to your room and hide under the covers to wipe your tear-stained cheeks and stop before he gets back. But he walks in and heads to his side of the bed, ready to go back to sleep when he hears you sniffing and trying to hold back your cries.

“___?” He calls out as he snuggles close to you. “Is everything okay?”

Glazed eyes look back at his worried ones and all you could think to do is kiss him - deeply, purposefully, like it’s a promise you want him to make with you.

“I love you so much, Jungkook,” you wail. “Heejin loves you. You deserve both of us. You deserve me, and I’m sure Heejin thinks so, too. So no need to wait. Move in with us, be with me for a long time. Be with us for a long time. You’re all we need, Jungkook.”

“Babe, you eavesdropped on me?” He chuckles, wiping your cheeks and kissing your forehead, his heart exploding at the words he’d just heard.

“I woke up because it was too cold and you weren’t next to me. I saw you hold Heejin in the baby monitor and thought something was wrong but then I heard you,” you explain. “I heard everything and I… I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking of moving in, too, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready for it.”

“I wasn’t sure if you were ready for it. I know you have a timeline and—”

“Jungkook, you are part of my timeline,” you interject. “We do things together. We plan things together. Tell me if you want something, okay? Whatever it is you’re thinking and feeling, you have to tell me and we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” he whispers, feeling a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, like his heart could breathe more freely, like he could keep dreaming and know he’ll reach them. “Okay, baby. I will.”

“So, uh, move in together. Let’s figure that out because something spacious is a good idea,” you smile. “And maybe, we could also—”

“Get married?”

“Yes,” you say softly, the tears overpowering your words.

“And maybe be a family of four?”

The hope in his eyes astounds you, as he gazes at you with all the emotions you think he could possibly feel right now. And you know you’re mirroring them, too.

“A family of four would be good,” you mumble, crying once more. “That would be really good, Jungkook.”

That little family of yours would start to become even more real a few weeks later as Jungkook’s desire to be called Heejin’s Dada materializes one Sunday morning.

He’d moved in the weekend after you both talked about it, immediately looking for a bigger apartment to move into given all of Jungkook’s things that he’d brought with him. But in between the bickering and the stare-downs were the laughter and kisses that Heejin wanted to be a part of, too.

Spring has come and it’s the perfect day for some freshly-made bread, a new recipe that Jungkook wanted to try. It’s taking a while and looking a little flustered than normal, you tease him a bit.

“Dada, faster please,” you sigh, chuckling at his adorably furrowed brows.

It’s become a habit for you to call him as such when Heejin’s around, hoping that she’d soon pick it up and start calling him the same. You don’t want to force her, and Jungkook doesn’t, too, but you know how much it would mean to him for Heejin to start acknowledging him by name.

And true to form, she does, in the most Heejin-way possible.

“Dada, faster please. I’m hungry!” She whines in her tiny toddler voice, head tilting in impatience.

You hear a faint Ow and the baking pan almost falling and you know Jungkook probably burnt his finger in shock.

“Babe, are you okay?” You ask, but he completely disregards your question and scrambles to a pouting Heejin who’s now standing on top of the dining chair.

“Jinnie, what did you say? Can you repeat what you said, please?” Jungkook almost pleads, his voice shaking.

“I said, Dada, faster please because I’m hungry,” she follows with a little pout, and it takes so much from you and Jungkook not to laugh at her exasperated and incredibly charming face, her words much clearer now, making her a lot more confident in expressing what she feels.

“Dada? What about Kookoo?”

“You’re also Kookoo, but Mama said you’re Dada, too, because you love me!”

“Yes, I do, Jinnie, I love you so much,” he replies with an obvious lump in his throat, trying not to cry, but you can tell by the glistening of his eyes that he’s right there, and you want to give him this moment to revel in and hold onto during the days he might be doubtful or scared.

“I love you, too, but—”

She’s interrupted by her own laughter as Jungkook peppers her face with kisses, starting from her nose as she likes, then her eyes, then her cheeks. There’s a gentle but playful way he does it that always has her giggling, and from where you’re standing, it’s a sight that you’d love to see everyday of your life.

“Dada, you’re tickling me!” She squeals, laughter getting louder as Jungkook carries and twirls her around, then hugs her tightly as they both calm down.

“I love you, my baby girl, my little sunshine,” he whispers, eyes closed as he wraps his arms around her tiny body.

There’s silence in the room as you all seem to just bask in the joy of what just happened. Until, of course, Heejin cuts through it.

“Bread, please,” she says, and it’s what causes you to chuckle.

“Listen to your daughter, babe. You don’t want to deal with her cranky little butt,” you say, reminding him of the time when he hyped her up with a promise of cupcakes that were taking too long to bake and she kept jumping on him and dramatically fake-crying out of impatience. She did give him the softest nose kiss after, though, and it’s what he asks for now.

“I’ll prepare it for you, but is it okay if I get a little kiss?”

She gently places her tiny hands on his cheeks and kisses his nose, a loud mwah echoing in your apartment. Jungkook’s eyes flutter close, the softest smile gracing his face, and suddenly you feel like crying.

It’s a heartwarming scene, one that you’ll definitely be holding onto, especially as you watch Jungkook serve the little one her mushroom buns, with her yelling that it’s her new favorite one, like what she says about every new thing he makes for her.

You laugh and walk to settle next to Jungkook as you both amusingly watch Heejin animatedly eat. You lean on his shoulder as his one arm wraps around your waist.

“How’s your finger?” You affectionately ask.

“It hurts like hell,” he chuckles, “but I’m too happy right now to mind. She’s so perfect, and she’s our daughter. I don’t think I could ask for anything more.”

“I don’t think she could ask for anything more, too,” you turn towards him. “You’re the only father for her, Jungkook. No one else. Thank you for loving her the way that you do.”

You shift to hug him and whisper in his ear. “Thank you for loving us the way that you do. You’re all we need, don’t ever forget that.”

The start of summer is one of the things you don’t look forward to, as someone who’s always felt more comfortable in the cold. But Jungkook loves the season because it means being able to go to the beach during the weekend, using the pool in the new apartment you’re now renting, going to water parks, and making you and Heejin cool desserts to enjoy.

He’d done that last year, too, and even with the fruit icicle pops and punches and bingsu he makes, the strawberry cheesecake ice cream will always be your favorite - smooth and silky and refreshingly sweet like you want it. You’d crave it most summer nights and think that Jungkook’s is the best one you’ve ever had, with no bias at all.

Except for today, apparently, since the sight of it makes you want to vomit.

“Mhmmm, Dada, this is so good!” Heejin hums, eyes closed as she takes another spoonful. “Mama, try it, try it!”

“Of course I will, bubba,” you fake a smile. “This is my favorite.”

You take a small portion of the ice cream and attempt to trick her into eating, but the scent shoots up your nostrils and you’re glad that she’s too busy dramatically savoring the dessert for her to see your sour expression.

Jungkook sees you cover your mouth and hold in your breath so he kneels in front of you, taking your free hand.

“Babe, have I lost my touch?” He asks worriedly. “Is our daughter just so good at acting? Because I know you aren’t, and the ice cream is obviously not making you happy.”

“I’m sure it’s good, Jungkook,” you sigh, gagging at the strawberry taste that touched your tongue. “I just… I don’t know why it’s making me feel sick. I love strawberries and I love anything you make. I just feel like I’ll—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence. You jerk away and run to the sink so you could puke, and much as you don’t want Heejin to see you like this - knowing she’d start yelling and asking Jungkook to call an ambulance like last week when you were so dizzy in the morning that you almost fainted - you knew you wouldn’t make it to the bathroom.

“Aaaah! Mama!” She yells in her high-pitched, tiny voice, dropping her spoon to run to you and hugging your waist. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, bubba. Mama’s okay,” you mumble after gargling water. “I’m sorry I scared you,” you hug her.

“Are you sick, Mama?”

“I’m just a little tired, okay? Nothing to worry about,” you turn up her pouty lips with your fingers.

You glance at Jungkook who’s trying his best to act calm when you know he’s panicking internally. Heejin has never seen him hysterical or be disturbed about something, so you know that he’s keeping his worries in so as not to frighten her.

“Mama’s right, sunshine. You know how hard she works so she’s just tired and needs some rest. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, Dada,” she mumbles, the term still making Jungkook’s heart beat fast at how lovingly she calls him dad. “Mama, sleep!”

Heejin pulls your hand towards your bedroom and you don’t seem to have a choice. She’s quite commanding, that daughter of yours, and you know where she got it from, so you follow willingly. Jungkook quickly cleans up and runs after you, worried eyes following your form as you lie on the bed and snuggle a chatty Heejin next to you.

You turn to the side and look at him with a faint smile. “You okay?”

He doesn’t smile like you do, but he does let out a deep sigh. “I miss being shameless in my reactions. But what’s wrong, babe? What else are you feeling?”

“Like I probably can’t stand the sight or scent of a strawberry again.”

“But… that’s the symbol of our love,” he pouts, and you’d probably laugh out loud if your head wasn’t spinning right now.

“Don’t be dramatic,” you tease. “But seriously, though. I’ve been feeling a little off the past few weeks. It’s probably just work but also… the feeling’s kind of familiar,” you trail, the thought suddenly entering your mind as Heejin wraps her arm around your belly as she gets comfortable next to you.

“Do you think you’re…?” He looks at you with eyes filled with hope.

“Maybe? We could, uh, we could try to find out.”

“Okay,” he huffs, as if preparing himself for a marathon. “I’ll go buy in the pharmacy quickly. Call me if the feeling gets worse, okay?”

You nod in response, unable to form words at the thought of what you’d be finding out just several minutes from now.

“Hey, Jinnie,” he tugs at the little one about to doze off. “Dada will just go grab something for Mama, okay? I’m gonna need you to look after her while I’m gone.”

“Okay!” She chirps, sitting up and then fluffing your pillows, showing early on that she’s as nurturing as she is fearless.

Jungkook smiles and kisses her head then yours, giving you a final look before he heads out.

Your mind conjures various scenarios that you’ll generally be happy with. Ever since you and Jungkook expressed your readiness to have children you’ll both create, you felt lighter, in a way, as if the sketch board revealed a continuation of the canvas up ahead that’s just waiting for you to paint on.

You can’t say you’re actively trying, but you both decided that the next little one will come when they want to.

Work for you is still tough. The Blue Side continuously grows and seems stable, providing Jungkook with enough means and time and opportunity to keep learning and creating.

Raising an active, sociable, often melodramatic but always compassionate, joyful little girl who’ll be turning 4 soon is as exhausting and satisfying as people claim it to be. Having another one in the mix will definitely be a welcome addition, but if it isn’t the time, you don’t mind waiting. There’s enough joy to go around right now.

Your mind has gone to so many places that you don’t realize the time that’s passed. You’re still lightheaded, but you’re feeling better. Jungkook enters the room and sits next to you. He places the box on the bed.

“You can take it when you’re ready,” he says.

“I am. Are you?”

“I am,” he smiles. “I love you whatever happens.”

“I love you whatever happens,” you reply, kissing the hand that’s holding you tightly.

He helps you off the bed and starts talking to Heejin to calm his nerves while you pee on a stick in the bathroom and wait to see what your future holds. Jungkook finds talking to Heejin amusing, tiring, and relaxing all at once. She’s full of energy and innocence, and sometimes like you, he wishes she doesn’t grow up so fast.

In the bathroom, you do your breathing exercises to calm yourself down, and after waiting several minutes, you get your answer.

The door unlocks and Jungkook instantly turns towards you. You’ve always told him that what happens, happens, and he’s unsure how much of that is true. But this just happens to be something that’s causing you to cry-laugh at him and somehow he just knows.

He runs to you and takes the stick that you just peed on, two horizontal signs staring back at him.

“We’re pregnant, Jungkook,” you mumble in his ears as he takes you in his arms. “We’re gonna be a family; we’re gonna have our little family of four.”

“I love you so much,” he kisses the side of your head, holding back his own tears. “I love you so damn much.”

“Mama!” Heejin runs out of bed and hugs your legs. “Mama, mama! You’re crying!”

“It’s a happy cry, bubba,” you kneel in front of her. “Mama is crying because she’s so happy because she loves you and Dada so much.”

She turns towards Jungkook questioningly, and you’re too emotional to speak more.

“Jinnie, do you remember when Auntie Byeol came here and you told her that her belly is so big and she said that it’s because there’s a baby growing inside of her?”

“Yes. It was like a watermelon. But she said I’ll have a playmate soon,” she beams.

“That’s true,” he smiles, matching her scrunched nose. “It’s the same with Mama. She has a baby growing inside her too, so that means, you’ll have another playmate. It means you’ll be a big sister, Jinnie.”

She dramatically opens her mouth in shock. You know it’s not for show but it’s just how she likes to react to things, and it’s just so her.

“Yay! I can share my toys!” She starts jumping around. “When will I meet the baby?”

“Soon, bubba. You’ll meet your little sister or brother very soon.”

It’s a week later when you go to the hospital for an ultrasound, wanting to see the tiny bundle of joy growing in your stomach and know when you’re going to be expecting them.

What you don’t expect to learn is that Jungkook is a silent crier. He’s the type who, at his most vulnerable and happiest, would use his sweater paws to wipe the tears that continue to slide down his cheeks, hold any sound in, and sniffle so loudly to make up for it. He’s the type who’d be speechless for the first few minutes, then apologize and blurt out something as silly as “wow, my sperm is so strong, it made two babies” in one breath.

What you also learn is that Heejin takes after him. Sitting on the chair outside of the clinic, she slides off of Sun-hee’s lap and runs to Jungkook, softly calling out to him and pulling his hand so she could sit on his lap. Settled close to him, she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Dada, are you happy, too? Is that why you cry?”

“Yes, Jinnie. I am,” he mumbles, crying even more at the sight of her tender face, her innocent and twinkling eyes giving him so much hope, so much love.

It’s one that he didn’t really imagine he’d ever have or experience, especially when he sees the same things in your eyes as you stand next to him.

He palms your belly, knowing it won’t take long before it starts to grow again, and you’ll be cradling it - your twins - the way you did all those times before. His heart would skip a beat, knowing you’d be thinking of him every time you do that.

“Our family of five,” he says, looking up at you.

“Hmm,” you mirror his smile, your fingers combing through his soft, black hair. “I wanted this but didn’t think I’d get it like this. I’m so glad you spoke to me that night at the cafe’s rooftop, Jungkook. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“And I can’t imagine mine without all of you,” he replies.

“Then marry me,” you whisper as you sit next to him and meet his lips. “Let’s promise each other forever, Jungkook. Let’s promise our children our forever.”

“I’d like that,” he smiles into the kiss, knowing he’ll get to have more of this until he’s gray and old.

That whether it’s days that you’re a thousand broken questions or a star that burns more brilliant than the sun, he will love every part of you there is to love.

You take his hand and caress it, once again eyeing the sunflower and strawberry tattoos that line the sides of his fingers because you and Heejin fill the spaces, he’d said. You’re looking forward to the new ones he’ll add now that you have two more little angels he’ll love with his whole heart like he does you and Heejin. You’ll promise all of them the love that only you and Jungkook can give - to them, to each other.

“So, uh. If you’re not doing anything after, perhaps we could head out to a place where we can do that, Hmm?” You smirk. “I know a few people in the district’s office or city hall who wouldn’t mind lending their time to us. What do you think?”

He wipes his tears one last time and secures Heejin in his arms before he takes your hand and kisses it.

“A thousand times yes, ___. A thousand times yes.”

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randomingoftherandomness · 6 months

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJE4JxTb/

💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

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He’s so silly haha 😆 and very cute 😊

I think him and Lester get along so well because they vibe on the same level. Which is very nice to see. From all the bts I have seen, the cast and crew seem to let Lester just be a kid. Even helping him with his homework (poor Ruirui 😛) but I think that’s pretty cool.

He’s their colleague but that doesn’t mean it’s not a group effort to help him with his maths homework 📚

#tian jiarui #tian jia rui #lester lin #lin zi ye #lin ziye #the story of mystic #the story of mystic cast #the story of mystic bts #tiktok #Didi is now a single mom with a precocious teen yes

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elliespurpleheart · 1 year

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Baby, it's Christmas

Yoongi x OC

Christmas story

Summary: Being rejected by her family because of the child she gave birth to out of wedlock is tough to live through. Especially when the family plans a whole trip overseas for the Christmas holidays, leaving Jade and her kid to spend Christmas on their own. It should be a sad and lonely Christmas right?

That is until a certain Min Yoongi, Jade's long time best friend knocks on her door after cancelling all his holiday plans to spend it with her and the kid...

Little does she know the real reason behind it...

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Chapter 1

"Mama come see the snow!!!"the little kid cried in excitement, tugging on her mother's hand.

"Slow down sweetie slow down!"the young woman chuckled at her daughter's obvious excitement of the snow falling around them.

"There's snow EVERYWHERE!!"

Laughing amusedly, Jade shook her head and followed forward into the town indeed filled with snow and Christmas decorations, elves disguised people singing carols, shops displaying their best Christmas items.

The young woman shivered at the cold weather and the breeze piercing through her clothes but she still allowed the smile to grace her lips. She was one of these people particularly fond of the Christmas season.

It brought her an immense amount of joy and she felt her heart lighter at the idea of celebrating Christmas with her family who might finally agree to meet her daughter...

For now she was dragged through town by that lovely kid tugging on her hand constantly to show her the big snowman, the elves, the carol singing, and the christmas trees displayed all over the place.

"Mama, I want to see Santa!"the little girl demanded shyly all of a sudden, keeping her list tightly in her little fist.

Jade smiled and halted, crouching down to the level of the kid's face.

"My Bella, you'll see Santa on Christmas day I promise you that-"

"But I need to give him my list, or else he won't know what kind of presents I would like to have!"

For a five year old, Bella was pretty smart and quick to catch up on things.

"You know what? I'll call him and ask him to meet you before Christmas so you can give him that long list of yours. Sound good?"

With an amazed gasp, Bella opened wide eyes, letting out "You have Santa's number?!"

With a nod of the head, Jade smiled and fluffed her daughter's scarf up to her nose.

"All moms have it. It's like a super power you get when you become a mama."

"Really? So when I'm a mom I could call Santa whenever I want?"

"Mmhm"she hummed positively in response, chuckling at her daughter's excitement. "But for now, we're gonna get home and call Granny and Grandpa to plan Christmas together."

"Grandpa and Granny want to see me?! Yassss"

"It's not settled yet but they told me they would very like to celebrate Christmas with us. Isn't it great?"

"Mama it's the best Christmas ever!!!!"

"I knew you'd like it. Now come on, let's get you home-"

"Will uncle Yoongi be there?"Bella asked excitedly and Jade froze for a moment before sending her a tight smile with a shake of the head.

"No. Uncle Yoongi has plans for the holidays. He's going to meet his family and celebrate Christmas all together."

Pouting at that, Bella looked down.

"I want to see uncle Yoongi."

"I know, my pumpkin, me too but he's been planning these holidays for months so we'll just facetime on Christmas day okay?"

"Okay..."the little girl agreed, slightly dejected, proving the great affection she held for 'her uncle Yoongi' whom she cherished above everyone else in the world, excluding her mother.

"You know what? Why don't you bake cookies with Emily while I call Granny and Grandpa? How does that sound?

Emily was the nanny Jade paid to take care of her daughter when she had to work and she'd asked her to come over for the holidays.

"Awesome!!!"Bella grinned clapping her little hands together.

"Cookies it is then."Jade smiled standing back up and holding out her hand for Bella to take before they trotted through the snow back home.

Jade unlocked the door and they entered their big house, huffing at the cool air before taking off their coats and scarfs etc.

"Emily we're hoooooome!"Bella cried happily as said Emily, an older woman, stepped out of the kitchen and beamed at the pair.

Bella grinned once more and ran up to the woman "Mama said you would bake cookies with me while she calls Granny and Grandpa!"

Emily looked up sharing a glance with Jade who sent her a pleading look and the older woman smiled turning back to the little girl with an excited expression.

"Is that so? Well we should get started then!!!"she clapped her hands and Bella giggled holding up her hands to get picked up. Emily did exactly that, having trouble resisting the adorable five year old who stuck her thumb in her mouth, -an old habit, and hugged her tight.

"You should have seen the snow outside there was THIS MUCH!"she said throwing her arms to the side to show the quantity of snow.

"Noooo really?! Wowww"Emily gushed with a chuckle at the young girl's excitement before bringing her into the kitchen and closing the door and giving Jade her needed privacy.

The young woman sighed and dropped her bag on the couch before opening her laptop and sitting down, anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach.

She could only cross her fingers as she pressed 'video chat' with her parents.

A minute later the screen lit up and showed two older faces with frowns before turning into big smiles as they stared at Jade who smiled back.

"Hey it's our Jade!!"

"Hey Mom, hey Dad"she said with a smile.

"So how've you been?"

"Um great honestly, work has been a bit much, my boss is very demanding as you know-"

"Nothing you can't handle"her dad cut off and she swallowed, dejected at the lack of comprehension from her parents.

"Yeah..."

"Hey sis!!"a voice cried out in the screen and she beamed at her little brother, a seventeen year old boy that she adored.

"Hey Robby! How are you?"

"I'm great! Did Dad tell you about our holidays?"

Silence followed and she felt her anxiety melt away, hoping for the best as a small smile made its way to her lips.

"Um... no... Is it a surprise? Are you guys preparing something?"she asked trying to hide her excitement as an awkward silence followed she saw her dad glare at her brother, whispering.

"We haven't told her yet, get out Rob."

"Fine."Robby grumbled and waved at his sister before leaving the room.

Crossing her hands on her lap, Jade waited as her parents waited in awkward silence she thought was one of suspense for the surprise that she and Bella would spend Christmas with them.

"Jade, we wanted to tell you this in the best way possible-"

"Bella and I get to spend Christmas with y-"

Her dad rose a hand to stop her with a frown.

"Don't bring the bastard child into this, please. "

Jade's heart sunk and she felt a pang in her chest at the name calling regarding her precious child.

"Dad-"

"No, we actually have other plans, we're going to the Bahamas for Christmas. It was a trip me and your mom have been saving for some time for both you and Rob. So if you're willing to come, we'll be delighted."

"Me? As in Bella and me right?"

"I said don't bring the bastard child into this, Jade!"her father scolded.

"But you said last time you were okay with meeting her! She was so excited when I told her she could meet her grandparents I can't just-"

"Jade I trust you're old enough to understand-"her mother attempted.

"Understand what?!"Jade cut off, heart beating in her face, angry and hurt.

"That you still can't get over the fact that I have a kid?! That you refuse to meet her and call her horrendous names?! That you can't even pronounce her name out loud?! Your FIRST grandchild?! No I don't understand I refuse to understand! And you believe I want to spend the Christmas holidays with you?! Leaving Bella here?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"JADE!"her father's voice boomed and she barely flinched, gritting her teeth as her motherly instincts took over.

"What?"she replied coldly.

"That's enough. She's not our grandchild she's a bastard born out of wedlock, she's not part of the family. So either you're coming, only you, to the Bahamas with us, or you're spending Christmas on your own."

"Screw you Dad."she spat shaking with rage.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Screw the both of you! If you're not ready to accept Bella in this family then pretend I was never part of it in the first place!"she yelled.

"Jade-"

"Enjoy the Bahamas."she spat and closed her laptop with a raving sigh.

A few seconds ticked by until reality sank in and her face fell, tears welling up her eyes.

"Fuck..."she murmured and buried her face in her hands, hating her parents, hating this situation, all of it.

She'd been so excited when her parents told her they might wanna meet Bella. She'd felt over the moon about it.

And now all that happiness was flying out of the window. Her world was crashing around her and she could do nothing about it. She'd waited five years to give Bella the perfect Christmas with a loving family and all of it was ruined.

She could only imagine the pain Bella would be in when she'd hear that Christmas would he spent without her grandparents.

She cried in her hands, desperate and lonely, yearning for a shoulder to cry on, someone to hold her in these moments. But no, she was all alone. And she had a kid to take care of...

The doorbell rang and she flinched quickly wiping her tears and standing up to go open.

She pulled on the doorknob and it revealed a very familiar face. A face she'd wished never to see again, around four years ago.

"Mark?"

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Uh oh blood don't work good

#tw blood #so um. callout post user danny shimp-heaven likely has either clotting protien issues or a fucked liver #heehee. haha even.#my period has lasted :) five weeks in a row :) of very actively heavy bleeding :)#i passed out last week hehe bt i got blood drawn and im not anemic so idk #i had fucky liver values when they took blood after the accidebt and apparently theyre even worse now #my family is mad at me cause i havent been helping my parents move out -they got evicted- but like #im crazy dizzy like all the time #i called my mom to ask if we have family history of bad blood disorder and she was like maybe its your blood sugar #which like yes every single member of my immediate family has diabetes and im over weight but my bg has been perfect #both my a1c and my bg from my bloodwork #ofc im like catastrophizing like what if my liver is failing and i dont even have insurance #i got it gonestly tho cause another one of my moms responses was oh my god do you have leukemia #i dont my white blood cell count is fine #i have an appointment with a womens health specialist thursday but idrk if its gonna help much #the male dr was like oh maybe you should get back on birth control but i dont wanna!!! it makes me c r a z y #plus only the shot worked for me but its like pure estrogen or some shit so it fucks with me severely #i have a HUGE bruise from getting blood drawn its narsty #i have to keep it covered up so i font puke looking at it 🤢#damn

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Fanservice. Every single one of them.

right.....

I wanna eat it. * Points camera at Jimin *

so why did jimin get embarrassed and jk changed the subject "i meant the cake"?? commit to the joke boys 😡

Arrest me.

god give bts some acting lessons.

bc why tf did they leave jk hanging like that??? that wasn't cute or funny, it was awkward as hell. someone, ANYONE, pls just laugh and save me and jungkook 😭😭

Do you want Rameyon?

yet it was portrayed as "jungkook is still hungry" and jimin's insane ass responded with "i'm sleepy"..... just to go spend more of the morning (bc they're STILL awake at 6 AM 😐) with jk and bam....

ok sure.

Rabbit spit is spicy.

a convo between hobi and jimin

said rabbit with spicy spit was in the way back of the room.....

at least make it front and center if you're going to "play gay" smh

I will give him a kiss.

pls explain why joon looks like he's going to have a panic attack and slap both of jikook and tae changes jimin's answer to "50 white shirts" instead of "playing along" 🎤

You liked being tied up, don't lie.

meanwhile hobi looks disgusted with them

Runs fingers through hair, breathes heavily, licks lips before wishing his bro a happy birthday.

so why add the bro?

and why didn't bts make fun of it the same way as jimin's message for tae??

and where is jimin's response? seems like a lot just to not have said birthday boy respond 😔

was jk's mom also in on the fanservice with the seaweed soup?

interesting 🤔

Hickeys/Neck Biting

was not aware there was footage of said hickeys being made? anon where did you get that 👀 ???

why was jin not allowed to touch said mark? but jimin could rub all over it? why are the best two actors (jin and tae) in the group horrible at playing along with said "fanservice" for jikook??

why did jin not know what was going on with the picture that made jimin stay and continue the jinjikook live?

ear sucking

special shout out to the goosebumps on jk's arms for playing along

the lil head kiss and screaming i love you was a nice touch

tiddy slapping, thigh pinching, hand licking

you mean normal things between friends?? 😭

crotch footsie

just giving your bestie boners for fanservice 🥰

hands all up on each other's asses at every opportunity.

yes bc jimin damn near fingering jk is normal

You like me that much?

another awkward moment jk inserted himself into lol

I'm shameless, so is that why you like me more?

will actually pay for bts to learn to act bc what tf 😭😭

Jk starring Jimin down when he tied his own hands up and was being walked around on a leash.

jk once again all the way in the back

it'd make more sense for tae to be the one doing fanservice as he was the one pulling jimin around, but ok let's go with bs that i have to zoom in on to notice.....

Both getting in each other's face & lip space inching closer and closer til one backs off

so why does jin and hobi freak tf out and wipe their mouths?

do they (hybe) not have any new material for jikook? bc it's going on 11 years with the same damn bit 😓

actually i think we jikookers deserve better than this

also where is my travel show hybe? i'm not being serviced 😔

It's the way they call it fan service but every one's uncomfortable with it for me😩😩😩

Some fan service 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Hi! Can I get BTS' reaction to their kid being trilingual and code switching (it's switching from one language to another effortlessly) constantly? Like their mom is Puerto Rican, and she taught them English and Spanish and they have a conversation with their kid where they answer something like "아이씨... 아빠! 그거 난 때문에 아니야!~ Eso fue crazy Jiwon! 현우 좋아하니까 she does crazy stuff todo el tiempo. Es bien annoying 진짜 미쳤어... 근데 I'm a good kid! Tu offspring perfecto~ so no me castigues, 응?~" (translation: aish...dad! That wasn't my fault!~ It was Jiwon! Because she likes Hyunwoo she does crazy stuff all the time. It's really annoying and crazy... But I'm a good kid! Your perfect offspring!~ So don't ground me, okay?~)

Honestly, their reactions to this would be so funny to me!

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Seokjin: Just kinda blinks slowly as he tries to at least pretend like he understood what was just said, but fails because he's always like "How do you do that?!"

Yoongi: Stares at them for moment, more impressed that anything, before asking "I'm gonna need you to go over that again, but slower, please."

Hobi: Poor man's brain blue-screens like a crashed computer. He's been trying hard to learn English and Spanish but hearing it combined in such a rapid-fire secession was beyond his comprehension.

Namjoon: The least thrown by it and just kinda rolls with it, since he understood about 80% of what was said.(he code switches too, we've seen it)

Jimin: Utterly flabbergasted every single time. Does that little "ooh, oof" thing like when he saw Joons U.N. speech.

Taehyung: Proud but stunned at the way they just slip from one language to another, honestly gets distracted and misses most of what was said.

Jungkook: Thinks it's so cool! Tries so hard to keep up with them and speak a combination of all three as well, but just slower. "아니야! You know better than that!"

#bts reactions #bts reaction #bts scenarios #dad!bts #bts requests #requests #seokjin reaction #jin reaction #yoongi reaction #hoseok reaction #namjoon reaction #jimin reaction #taehyung reaction #jungkook reaction #7ndipity

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Namjoon

A list of incredible fics I've read and re-blogged on my (almost) 2 years on here. These stories all celebrate our fave big, brainy, clumsy, sometimes annoying, always sexy Joon, check them out and give these authors some love!

The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow. KNJ x f! reader, sexy academia AU. Angsty fic with Namjoon as a smouldering brainiac.

Goodnight Nabi by @sahmfanficbts. Get used to seeing Sam's handle in my lists because she's one of my fave writers and a lovely person to boot. KNJ x f! reader, sexy DILF mechanic Namjoon. A sexy, beautiful fic with Sam's signature hope and heart.

Pronoia by @junghelioseok. KNJ x reader, college + zombie apocalypse AU. A cracky, funny, zingy story with guest appearances from other members - including JK and Yoongi.

Booty Jorts by @miscelunaaa, who also has a good showing in my fic recs for her top notch writing and just being a great human. KNJ x f! reader - this is a smuttily delicious gem.

Shell-ter by @miscelunaaa. Hermit crab! Namjoon x marine biologist reader. I genuinely think about this grumpy (crabby?!) Namjoon all the time.

Scent of a woman by @sahmfanficbts. Leopard hybrid parfumerie boss! Namjoon x employee f! reader. There's always so much humanity in Sam's stories, and this does not disappoint.

How I love you by @ahundredtimesover. KNJ x f! reader. A 28k beautiful musing on love and marriage that's thought-provoking and sensitively written.

Seoul Redemption by @sahmfanficbts. Forger! KNJ x single mom! reader. A gorgeously realised imagining with a noir vibe and very human characters.

Park and Ride (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. KNJ x reader, idolverse. The first story I read by M, and it made me want to read so much more of her work. Sexy, fast-paced, and this Namjoon is swoonworthy.

Holding on letting go by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x gn! reader. August is queen of the short impactful drabble but her longer pieces are just as incredible. A sad, angsty, truthful, beautifully realised gem.

Cuffing Szn by @miscelunaaa. FBI agent KNJ x soft-bodied/plus-sized reader. Joon's an FBI agent, he's big and sexy, do you really need to know any more?

Reckless by @vyduan. Part of the Her multiverse. KNJ x reader, also featuring JJK x reader, idolverse. I started reading vyduan's writing when I first got into BTS fanfic, and apart from being a fucking fantastic writer, she's also an all-round good egg with a razor sharp wit. Reckless is hot and sexy and reader is gritty, strong and kickass. Namjoon is the arrogant pompous asshole of my dreams in this.

Fall apart & redefine by @ugh-yoongi. Idol KNJ x f! reader. Namjoon's music and musings give off sadboi vibes to me, and this gorgeous, angsty story captures all of that. Stunning.

On the line 1 by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x reader. I was only speaking the truth when I said August writes drabbles like no other. Short, cute and impactful.

Hey, it's me by @yoongiphoria. Exes Namjoon x reader. I remember reading this for the first time around the time Indigo came out and thinking how perfectly it captured the vibe of the album. I still love it now.

Untitled by @ahundredtimesover. An idolverse AU ft KNJ and f! reader. Musings on loss and impermanence and legacies also inspired by Indigo.

If this is all we can do by @yoongiphoria. A follow up to Hey, it's me, linked above, that made me stop skim reading and pay attention. Angsty, full of longing and just a great read.

The package thief by @blog-name-idk. KNJ x f! reader, enemies to lovers. I'm a fan of Mango's cracky humour, and it comes through in this judgy, petty and somehow also endearing Namjoon.

Shut up! by @daechwitatamic. KNJ x gn reader. I love it when a story alludes to Namjoon being annoying and I especially like how reader shuts him up. Smutty, sexy and so so good.

Envy by @whatifyoulivelikethat. KNJ x f! reader. Love this author's general DGAF vibes, and they've also written some of my favourite stories. Namjoon's gorgeously written and darkly sexy in this. So so hot.

The one with Namjoon and the u-haul by @eoieopda. KNJ x Jeon! reader. Jade's writing is sharply hilarious and this is a perfect example. A dreamy, sexy Namjoon and a lil shit JK.

Pheromones by @rmnamjoons. Spaceship captain Joon x spaceship botanist reader, sci-fi AU. The fic that introduced me to the concept of sex pollen and a sexy, sex-crazed yet somehow still chivalrous Namjoon.

Promise Me KNJ x f! reader, JJK x f! reader, military AU, by @sahmfanficbts. A beautifully written, tender love story that made me cry and reflect on my life. Sam writes emotions like no one else.

Additional notes: A few of my favourite Namjoon stories, are only on AO3, for which I've created a separate post.

#fic rec: namjoon #these authors are amazing

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soraviie · 1 year

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you're oblivious.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff + crack ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: lowkey inspired by a video of Hoseok being oblivious to BTS. Literary wise is not that complicated but it's humourous

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

sAVE HIM

Literally

He’s struggling so bad bro it’s not even funny

Fights the battle against your ignorance on two sides

By night, he’s your suave secret admirer, leaving behind finely crafted letters of adoration that would put the brightest of the Romantic Age into a second grave

By day, he’s fucking shitting himself

Knees weak, palms sweaty, mom’s spaghetti

“This is made of silk,” he tugs at his own shirt during a short elevator ride

“Hmm,” comes your reply and from the gleam in your eye, he might just bear this suspicion you’re orbiting Mars right now

Alas he can’t stop

Because Holy SHIT! You’re here! Hi!

(truthfully, in the beginning, he was somehow much more put together, wowing you with sleazy smiles, breathy laughs and all the glory of that fuckboy gene that sleeps somewhere in his DNA but after that flew over your head and he listened to a podcast about the scarcity of sincere romantic gestures and the respect of polite admiration, the attempts to seduce you grow exponentially worse with time)

“It’s not velvet because it doesn’t feel velvety. Or tweed. Because obviously, it’s not…tweedy.”

“I see,” you conclude, dead to the world. “Have a nice day, Mr Kim.”

Watches you leave, bites on his fist, bites on his shirt, sulks the day away

plEASE just let him talk to you, I beg

Wants to hear your opinion, your insights, what you like and dislike, everything

Thus he tries to break the ice by initiating the dumbest subjects

“Grape?” he leans against the table, a total playboy. “Thoughts?”

“Of a singular grape?” you clarify

He sweats. “yEah.”

“None,” you reply flatly

So think a teenage boy with a crush but more wholesome

If he’s ever seen talking to you and/or trying to subtly touch you (which is another thing on its own) know that the last twenty minutes were spent shitting, screaming, vomiting

Ah! The Touching!

Tries to be subtle and casual - a hand over your shoulder because of some vague reasons, plays with your clothes a lot while pointing out this looks pretty on you

HAND! ON! LOWER! WAIST!

The excuse is he’s just guiding you where you need to be

And where you need to be is in his arms

And his bed he's actually so horny for you damn checking out left and right and then feeling conflicted over it because as a man...!

All this circus is, of course, detrimental to everyone’s mental health

It is deeply painful to watch

Yoongi probably goes around citing the long-term health damage this inflicts upon him

In the end, Namjoon is ousted by someone in the group. Anonymously but still the e-mail “Go out with Namjoon, he’s the one writing the letters. You have 24 hours.” is accompanied by “sent from Jimin’s iPhone”

YOONGI:

What have you done

You’ve created a monster!

When the saccharine first stage of catching feelings is gone with no results, honey boy, shyly twitching and squirming at every sentence, smiling softly at you in the distance, is no longer

This is Min Yoongi a.k.a. Agust D a.k.a. don’t wear converse a.k.a. the infamous Tokyo deliverer

Because, yes, Yoongi is not the stone-cold bastard everyone thinks he is, he’s actually a caring, considerate man interested in the simple life not the grand scheme of the universe

But you must remember - what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets

You’ve ever seen shameless Min Yoongi?

Lord

He will not give a single shit

Will sit in your lap even with 1000 chairs available, invites you to dinner all the time with some handwavy excuse

Turns into his version of a whore (wears one layer instead of three)

(tight, white t-shirts displaying the Min Buffgi agenda, hello)

Points at a tattoo parlour and says you should get each other’s names engraved then he sort of laughs but does he??

Has created a ship name for you and does bring it up at any moment he pleases to be fit which is coincidentally all the time

Definitely says “this is because I like you” in passing

But all in all, you can sEE it in HIS EYES!

They sparkle!

Requests your presence like a tyrannical king if he’s feeling down

Gives you probably weirdly affectionate names like “heater” or “vitamin water” meaning you make him warm and energized

Sorry, he just can’t get anything like “honey” past his lips so “solar panel” it is

To keep you around him longer plays his favourite version of the game "two truths one lie" which is "all lie, pure shit"

Basically says the most blatantly untrue shit so you would sit and debate that coconuts in fact do not migrate due to birds

Sometimes he's still not up to talk and wants to just submerge himself in the music but even so, oftentimes he's okay with you chilling on the couch doing your own thing

Basically having a crush for him means wanting head pats and then doing the absolute most to receive them (while taking good care of you in turn)

JIN:

Clings

He doesn't usually do that so that's how everyone knows something's up

Back hugs because it’s cold, back hugs because it’s warm, it’s raining in Madagascar, he doesn’t care

Paradoxically, says the most ego-inflated things whilst sweltering red like a forest fire

“Look at me, haven’t I passed even my normal rate of attractiveness? I’m definitely 12 today,” says he whilst pushing hair out of his forehead, thus showcasing the flaming ears

He will NOT! have anyone embarrass him during this crucial time!

If any one of these degenerates opens their foul fucking mouth to spill the practice conversation he had between himself and the mirror, he will kICK THEM INTO THE SUN!

Lame, couple puns

All the time

Neverending

He has to rehash them after a while

Really wants to make you laugh :(

Wants your compliments so bad, he's fishing for them every second of the day

hehe fishing get it because he likes to fish

“Doesn’t this shirt match my hair?” he asks

“Hmm. You look like a grapefruit.”

Turns away in shame, palm over mouth

Definitely hands RJ so you could watch over him

It’s his child so he wants only the most elite care and seeing you play with the plush has him melting in heart-shaped goo

Ooo! Smooth Jin has entered the station! He’s boarding the train! Look at him go!

Whispers in your ear, establishes his dominance over the seat next to you, makes up the most random bullshit for you to touch him - can you adjust this, adjust that, could you help him brush his hair etc.

Oh, and if you don’t take proper care of yourself, he activates his strict care mode

You know those moments when Jin becomes The Eldest? Hot

“All life is precious,” says with a frown but one born out of worry standing in front of you, arms on hips as you sit there with your head hung low. “Your’s even more so don’t be careless with it.”

But after scolding he treats you either via food or by saying he's just worried for you

Definitely offers to do something for you and throws fake tantrums about it

"Ah, __________, I can't believe you're making me pay for this meal!"

"I'm not ??? I can pay for my own share if your rich ass is so stingy."

Pouts to the max -

"Yah, you don't think I can take care of you?! Yah, you're underestimating me. Oh, ____________ you won't be underestimating ever again!"

HOSEOK:

Doesn’t embarrass himself quite as much as the rest

He’s actually kinda chill about it

Perhaps because he’s been the oblivious one in the past and he’s reserved himself

And he doesn’t want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable

One word that comes to mind - solid

(not that, you pervert)

Trustworthy you know

Offers a ride everywhere whenever he can especially from home to work and back

Do you need something? He’s got it. Do you want extra help? He’ll do it

You're sad?

He'll cheer you up in no time

So really becomes like your rock

Starts nonsensical conversations as well but unlike Namjoon he actually succeeds

“This one they had in pink last year, it was all over Instagram. How is it purple now?”

“Dunno,” you look at the flowers. “Maybe different species. Maybe they repainted them. Purple is trendy right now.”

“Haha, borahae.”

Then plucks one flower and tugs it behind your ear

“There. Pretty.”

Feeds you a lot, really attentive

Doesn’t really care what you see him as for now - a friend or a helpful guy - as long as you’re living good, he’s happy :’)

The only thing giving away his crush is the constant playing with his ears to alleviate nervousness

And the handmade jewellery, for sure has by now given you ten to twelve handmade bracelets which he nearly passed away when gifting

Whenever he sees them on your wrists gets ultra shy but happy cause this might actually happen in due time

JIMIN:

Did I say save Namjoon? Save this guy

You don’t know what his deal is? He doesn’t either

Know of his duality? Prepared to be exposed to it on a rhythmic rotation from here on out

Was he just yesterday, playing with your earring, whispering in a sultry, whiny tone:

“Why don’t you like me, __________?”

“I do like you.”

“You could like me a bit more. I would really like it if you would.”

And is he now, on this fine fucking day, hiding behind Namjoon whispering into his ear to tell you you’re doing a great job?!

Yes.

He’s feeling shy today :(

Lingering touches all the time

It’s a scientific fact published in the new issue of an international medical journal - if he’s going ten minutes without touching you, his kidneys, lungs, stomach and tendons experience abrupt and painful deterioration

So you better get your ass here asap :)

He’s stretching? Somehow hugging you. You’re sitting? His hand is on your thigh

HAND! ON! THE! THIGH!

It's like an entirely new brand of love for him and there are many different flavours to this

Calming, comforting, jealous, they’re mine back off

Cutely annoys you for attention

Like standing in the doorway, asking you 1000 times if he’s cute or not, sing songs your name for no reason

Oh my god, mentions your name at random times of the day, sometimes while singing, sometimes improvising a tune, sometimes just underneath his breath

You're always on his mind, so naturally, it sits on his tongue all the time as well

A stream nay an ocean of compliments, not just to you but to everyone whose listening

Or is forced to listen

Like Taehyung whose ear he has yapped off already

Because to him, you are the best and everyone else should also think that

“Hey, isn’t ___________ so cool these days?” “You always look so bright!” “Thank you, _____________, you’re an angel! We can be a fairy angel duo!”

And then the other shoe drops

Shameless Jimin is a menace and a half

Biting his lips, laughing breathily, sorta being a dom

“Don’t pout, _________, brats don’t get awards” :)

“You should look only at me, got it” :)

Just really sweet, cute, menacing, really caring and attentive if you’re feeling down

Oh and lest we forget his special soft whiny voice! In full throttle when you’re around

“_________, we should be around each other for a very long time.”

TAEHYUNG:

Does this seem menacing? Because Taehyung is

Where does one even start with this little shit?

Says the most heinous, out-of-pocket shit.

“__________, I want to see what our children would look like.”

And if you somehow manage to not see it, when Taehyung is as subtle as the asteroid that plunged Earth into the Ice age, that’s fine he’s just going to be even bolder :)

Treats it almost like a game

The more oblivious you are, the more he’ll hammer through the walls of blindness :) don’t worry :) he’ll succeed next time :)

Unlike Jimin who probably has a laugh of “how they’re so blind”, his laugh says “you’re so cute :) I’ll get you next time”

Gift giving!

Waffles, flowers, little jewellery brought with no excuse or explanation

Always ropes you into doing something together, even if it’s something silly

He’s confident but it is warm and yeah kind of cocky but with no malice behind it

It’s like he’s oozing a pink romantic light from within

Watches out for you, like proper gentleman stuff - walks on the side of the road in case of splashes, pulls out the chair, waits for you to finish work to accompany you home

But no personal space you just have to live with it

If there’s music can and will dance with you ranging from a slow waltz to nuzzling you whilst swaying

Definitely does weird things like if you bump into something, he must “inspect the damage” which means sitting you down and lowkey and respectfully admiring you and softly touching you (in appropriate places, you pervs)

If he annoys you so much, you threaten to put him in a chokehold, he looks like a man in the gate of Heaven

Honey, darling, lovely is a must

Has his gallery full of pictures of you (taken consensually) though I always imagine them as being super blurry

He's a blurry sorta guy

Says he misses you a lot even if you haven't gone anywhere

Definitely has had a conversation about your past lives and that you must have met at some point

He’s persistent but not in a creepy way, only does this much because he sees you being oblivious but not weirded out by all these gestures

Definitely and 100% insists that his angel brought you to him

JUNGKOOK:

If there wouldn’t be a child protection squad engaged at all times, he would have already snapped his neck trying to impress you

Giggles a lot!

Sort of jokes about it

Like if you somehow end up lying next to each other, he will say something like “oo the air changes, it’s becoming heavy”

Definitely adds your gestures to the infinite list to mimic

But genuinely does pick up your habits because he’s watching you a lot

Protective! To the max!

If you’re scared of anything, anything at all, be it a stranger or a moth, he’ll be there to avert the threat

Calls you his dog’s other parent for sure and instructs Bam especially to protect you

Very cuddly once he gets to know you

At first not really talkative mostly just reacts to you, laughing along your jokes, commenting on how good you’re doing something but then asks for your opinions, invites you to play games and such

If you’re mad at him - the literal impersonation of 🥺

Holds your hand while walking sometimes and then teases himself for it???

Who knows what goes on in that head

Gets jealous and definitely glares if someone is trying to make moves even if you’re not together

Afterwards, he pouts and whines

"They're not even that great. I can do all that and more"

Does and promises to do stupid things to impress you, like if you need to move a table, he’ll definitely bust through the wall and say all cool like “I can get it by myself, don’t worry” only to strain his muscles

Shows off his tattoos and if you want to get one as well will be so enthusiastic, you’ll get the best parlour in the city, the most thorough care afterwards provided by him of course

At times when he’s talking and you turn to look at him, his brain stops and there’s audible error noise coming behind those eyes

Sometimes he stutters when speaking to you, especially if trying to be smooth but he’s doing his best

Actually, he's the hottest when he's not trying

Like he's driving you back home, music on the low playing all sexy and he's like clicking his tongue while leaning back into the seat

And that does something to your brain, breaks through the wall and surmises a point that this dude is actually kind of hot

And he's taking special care of you

He then turns and chuckles taking in your wide eyes

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks. "Or have you begun liking me, ____________?"

You blush and look out the window

"It's nothing"

He doesn't push further but secretly hopes to high heaven you do

Has told about you indirectly to his mom by asking questions about how people like to be wooed

But then definitely has that shy smile when she teases him about it

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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A Still Day or A Hurricane (11) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case; explicit sexual content (making out, straddling, ass slapping, oral (m & f receivin), protected sex, OC hates kinky pet names, love bites (18+)

Chapter Word count: 16.2k

Status: Completed

A/N: 2 to go! I hope it’s been a fun ride for you who joined me on this journey!

Listen to: When You Love Someone (Day6), By My Side (Junny), Love Like That (LambC) || Playlist 🎶

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“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day when Atty. Kim ___ would be openly and shamelessly flirting with one of my own,” Hobi smirks as he sits across from you in your favorite corner at Blue Side, laughing as he watches you bite your lips and hold back a smile while Jungkook tries to show off his coffee-making skills, smirking as he goes.

“And you, little angel,” the cafe owner continues, tickling Heejin who’s in a high chair. “What do you think of your Mama being all giddy about it?”

“Oh, she’s getting used to it. Getting used to him, actually,” you reply, cocking your head towards Jungkook who’s now boxing some eclairs for a to-go order but who cheekily smiles at you when he catches your eyes again.

“And how does that make you feel?” Hobi asks, sipping the iced americano he can’t go a morning without. “Also, can I just say? I love how you’re not denying anything. About time.”

“Okay, well there was nothing to deny before,” you correct, but feeling good that you’re able to properly talk about this with Hobi. “You know how things were for me, and Jungkook just didn’t fit into it. He was okay with being my friend but I knew he wanted more and I couldn’t give him that.”

“And what about now?”

“I think I can. This little angel and I finally can,” you smile, mirroring your friend’s sweet and infectious one.

“Who would’ve thought that my impulsive Singapore trip that one year would lead me to meeting Jungkook in the hotel where he interned and I got to snatch him up… only for him to, well, be my best asset and also be the reason why my favorite customer is as happy as she is right now,” he chirps.

“You’re glowing, ___. And Jimin says the same. I’m so glad it’s working out with you and Jungkook. I won’t say I’m not surprised because the kid is relentless, but he cares about you and Heejin so much. It makes me emotional just thinking about it.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, you know how he is. Jungkook is a ball of joy and innocence - for the most part, at least - and he’s just always taken life so lightly, so carelessly, searching for that next high, content with what he finds and what he loses. But ever since you and Heejin came around, things started to matter more for him,” Hobi narrates, like a proud older brother.

“He likes to joke around all the time but with you taking him seriously, trusting him, believing in him… that did a lot to him. Like he could be someone that another person can truly depend on, that they can trust, that they can one day love.”

You take in your friend’s words, thinking that as someone who’d taken a chance on Jungkook and who’d watched him grow professionally at this cafe, through the ups and downs of the job and what he had to go through because of you, this means a lot for him, too. Hobi and Jimin have always been cautious talking to you about Jungkook, not wanting to take sides nor push something to you knowing how you are. But with things looking up for you and the cheeky pastry chef, it seems that there’s more openness on their end this time.

And Hobi is right. Jungkook likes to enjoy things. He likes to have fun and treat life like a wave that he rides through, like he can just get back to the surface if he falls into the water and he’d be laughing as he gets up because it was a pretty amazing wave. And you like that about him; you like that confidence in himself that he’ll be okay whatever happens, that what matters is he even gets to experience something remotely beautiful, and somehow, you get to watch him do that.

He elicits a certain joy that’s child-like in a way but heartwarming, too. And he has that sense of wonder all the time. Whether he’s talking about some cave he explored during a trip somewhere, or narrating his multiple failed attempts before making the perfect napoleon, or going to a nearby beach to watch the sunrise, he looks at the world like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. And he makes you want to look at the world that way, too.

You can’t help but think that at some point, you took that away from him. Or at least, for the briefest moment when he was trying to get over you, the joy died down a bit. After the argument you had the other week about his neighbors and your own insecurity overwhelming you, you had time to think about all the things he said.

He talks about losing you like it’s his biggest fear, and for all the times that you’d been the one left behind, to have someone be scared of not having you in their life is different. It’s quite transformative, too.

“You know that I hurt Jungkook a lot, though,” you break out of your thoughts. “I can’t ever take those back.”

“I know. It’s easy to tell when his heart is breaking, too. Everyone kinda figures it out,” Hobi laughs. “We’ve had to talk a lot about that, what he was feeling and all, what he should and shouldn’t do. But all those times when it was hard, he did something harder - he kept still. He waited for you. This is a guy who rarely stops to think about what he’s doing and why and where he’ll go, but when it came to you, it was all he did.”

“Bet it was a new experience for you, huh?” You chuckle.

“Yeah, it was pretty heartbreaking. But I felt proud, too, in a way. It became clear to him what he wanted, what made him happy. And that was you and Heejin, and trust me, ___, he’s really happy. He’d talk about your weekend trips as if he’d never been to Nami or Seoul Forest before,” Hobi playfully shakes his head.

“Oh, god. That is so embarrassing. We’ve become that couple,” you cover your face in shame, to your friend’s amusement.

“Hey, it’s adorable!”

“What’s adorable?” Jungkook says, settling next to you as he places the breakfast croissant in front of you. “Me?”

“You being whipped for me and Heejin, according to Hobi,” you reply.

“Well, Dea tells me to shut up most of the time but at least the boss here thinks it’s cute,” Jungkook shrugs, bending to face Heejin and giving her a spoonful of strawberries.

“Hmm,” Heejin hums with her eyes closed as if she didn’t have those last night.

“What do you say to Kookoo, bubba?”

“Thank you, Kookoo!” She smiles, giggling when Jungkook kisses her cheek multiple times.

“You’re welcome, sunshine. Eat up, okay?”

Jungkook turns to you. “And you, too. You have a long day at work, so have this, then I’ll get you something for in-between meetings today.”

“What about my breakfast dessert?” You smile innocently.

“As an employee of this cafe who abides by the rules, I’m afraid I cannot give you free food, sorry,” he says teasingly. “You can suck up to my boss for that one.”

“Ugh, pine after me again. I miss the days when you’d give me free dessert.”

“You liar, you hated it!” He laughs, bending again to feed Heejin after she tugs his hand.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. “But fine. I’ll just wait for the next time you get inspired and need me to taste test. Now go focus on work. Hobi and I are gossiping about you.”

“Be nice,” he mouths before heading back to the kitchen.

“I can’t decide if you two are like a married couple or teenage lovers,” Hobi chuckles.

“We’re both, I guess. Depends on how I’m feeling,” you shrug.

“It’s nice to see, though, you I mean.”

“It’s nice to experience it, too. After everything that’s happened, he lets me feel like I don’t need to apologize for who I am or what I’m not,” you share. “I don’t feel like I’m too much or not enough. Do you know how refreshing that is, to be exactly like myself and have someone who doesn’t feel threatened, who doesn’t ask for too much, who just… wants to be with me?”

“It is quite special, isn’t it?” Hobi smiles. “You and Heejin deserve all this, keep that in mind always.”

You nod in response, appreciating the friendship you’ve created with the radiant cafe owner that’s brought you here.

You both proceed to talk about the past weekend you spent at an amusement park because Taehyung and Sun-hee just suddenly felt like it. Jungkook was the excited one, joining your siblings in all the rollercoasters but enjoying the most when he went on the carousel and teacup ride with you and Heejin. He had her on his shoulders as you walked around while she pulled his hair in excitement, and Hobi coos at all the photos and videos you show him.

You’re finishing feeding Heejin when Jungkook approaches you again with a plate of eclair.

“This was this morning’s sample,” Jungkook says, side-winking at you but Hobi sees it anyway, earning both of you a high-pitched laugh.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you chuckle.

You stop when you see your mother enter the cafe. She makes it to your table and greets each one, kissing Heejin on the cheek and then hugging Jungkook.

“Hi, Auntie. Are we going for pastry or French Toast this morning?” He asks.

“Oh, the French Toast, Jungkook!” Your mom chirps. “Still thinking about that one. Thank you, dear.”

“No worries. I’ll make it for you.”

Your mom settles on the seat next to Heejin. “So, this little one and I will cozy it up at home before we head out to lunch and some shopping. Do I drop her off at your place at night or you’ll pick her up?”

“I can pick her up at your place,” you respond. “I have a hearing in the afternoon and that might take a while.”

“Got it, honey. She and I will bond and have fun, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

You nod and then ready yourself to leave, kissing your mom and Heejin goodbye before walking to the counter with Hobi for your to-go order. Jungkook exits the kitchen with your mom’s order, scurrying to serve it to her then going back to you.

Dea hands you your coffee then Jungkook hands you a small box with some bite-size hazelnut-filled pastry.

“Thanks for dropping by my office this morning, ___,” he says, putting on his customer service smile.

“Well, I come for the desserts. And the coffee. They’re amazing,” you say.

“That all?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“And the staff. Dea over there is a chick,” you say, earning you a wink from her, as you’ve both come to enjoy teasing Jungkook.

He stands there looking absolutely charming with a pout and though you’d give in easily, you’re still gonna keep him sweating. You wave a barely amused Jungkook goodbye and head out.

[From: ___ 😍😍😍] Always love seeing you in the morning, Jungkook. I’ll call you when we get home, ok? Have fun at work! 😚

Jungkook secures Heejin in the car seat of his sedan, leaning by the open door as he watches her play with her deer stuffed toy, her new favorite after that trip to Nami Island you all had the other week.

She squeals as she raises her arms, and he knows she’s a little antsy. She expended so much of her energy running around at daycare, he was told, and she’s still got some left.

“We’ll get home and play all afternoon if you want, alright sunshine? But I made something for Mama over here so let’s ask her first if we can visit.”

It’s been months since the practice of Jungkook having at least one day a week of looking after Heejin. With the babysitter only able to come twice a week, usually anyone from your family or best friends offers but when the schedule is tight, daycare is your last resort.

Heejin gets moody and demands attention most days, you said, so you prefer to have her there as little or as short a time as possible, and Jungkook always offers his afternoons. He was met with curious eyes the first time you endorsed him as one from a long list of guardians who can pick Heejin up but by now, all the workers know him already, mostly as the guy who spins the little girl around when she runs to him.

It’s a Thursday and Jungkook took the opening shift so he could pick up Heejin in the early afternoon. You’ll be meeting with witnesses in one of the cases you’re handling today, you’d said, and that might take a while. He knows it’s scheduled in two hours, and with how your stress level shot up yesterday after some challenges in the case, he wanted to get you something to hopefully cheer you up.

You’ve been craving cherry desserts recently so he made you some cherry and dark chocolate mini tarts this morning, which he decided to be the featured dessert at the cafe today. It was a hit and was wiped out by lunchtime so he knows you’re going to like it. Initially wanting to surprise you, he decided otherwise, since you might feel uncomfortable with him carrying Heejin and showing up at your office uninvited.

He’d texted to ask if he could call and he’s surprised to see you calling him instead.

“Hey, that was quick. You okay?” He asks, as he settles in the driver seat.

“Yeah,” you huff in what sounds like exhaustion. “Just having lunch while Park and I go over some things. Have you picked Heejin up?”

“Just now,” he responds. “And you’re just having lunch? It’s almost 3PM. Did you have at least something since you dropped by the cafe this morning?”

“Three more cups of coffee, actually. But I’m fine. It’s hard to think about food with all the stuff going on. So are you both okay? Did you need anything?”

“We’re fine. Just thought you’d have a bit of a mid-afternoon break so Jinnie and I can pass by,” he says, suddenly thinking it might not be a good idea. You’re busy, after all, and him passing by might not even help.

“I made you something to nibble on but maybe we can just wait for you at home?”

“Oh, please pass by,” you almost plead, their presence the only breath of air you’ll have for the day. “I have some time before we leave and I’d love for you to come.”

“Okay, we’ll be there in a few,” Jungkook smiles, somehow excited at the thought that he gets to visit you at your office for something good, unlike the last time, then hangs up after you give him instructions.

“So, he decided to tell you, after all,” Jimin chuckles from in front of you. “He was gonna surprise you with Heejin and asked me if it was okay but he got worried you might not be too happy about it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask.

“Maybe because you aren’t officially a couple and he might be imposing if he comes here with your daughter?”

“Is that what he thinks I’d think?” You wonder.

“Uh, yeah? It’s kinda weird. I almost think you’re rubbing off on him with how he’s thinking too much,” Jimin shrugs. “But you guys are… a couple, right?”

“I guess. But we haven’t really talked about it. Do we need a label for these things?” You furrow your brows.

“It’s not a label, ___. It’s just describing how you two are. I’d call you a family but I don’t know if you’re ready for that. I mean, are you?”

“Well,” you start, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in your head. “That’s kind of a loaded question, don’t you think?”

“It is, and an important one, too. Where else do you think this whole thing would lead? You didn’t go through what you did in three years just for you to be unsure of your endgame,” Jimin states.

“It’s more like, I’m not sure if he’s ready for that,” you mumble. “Watching over Heejin and playing house is one thing. Actually being a father to her and my partner in this life is another. I mean, of course I’ve thought about it but he hasn’t really raised it. I’ve been taking things so incredibly slow but now I don’t know if he’s just matching my pace or if he hasn’t thought about our future, like not just what happens in the next 5 years but the next 10, and 20, and more.”

“You know, I’ve known Jungkook for a good few years. And if there’s anything new I’ve learned about him just in the last three since meeting you, it’s that he would do anything for you to be happy,” Jimin says. “Whether your happiness is with him or not is entirely up to you, but I swear it, ___, he’d give you and Heejin the world if you let him, and that means sharing his life with both of you for the next 5 years, 10, 20, and more.”

It’s easy to imagine that kind of life with Jungkook. The way life works is kind of amusing, you think, as over two years ago, you couldn’t picture him as part of yours then, but now, you can’t picture it without him in it.

Much as you want to hold onto that thought longer, your phone ringing ruins it, especially once you learn what’s got one of your associates panicking.

Outside of your room, Jungkook stands by the door with Heejin in his arms, who’s babbling as she hammers her bunny stuffed toy on his eyebrow piercing, something that she likes to do. It’s better than her trying to pull it off like those few times, so he just takes it.

“Hey, Heejin,” a familiar voice says.

Jungkook turns around. “Who’s that, sunshine?”

“Min!” She squeals, catching the attention of all the other employees in that side of the office.

“Hey, kiddo. Nice to see you here again,” Yoongi says, then faces Jungkook. “And you, too. Are you still going to surprise her?”

“Nah, I gave in and told her,” he chuckles. “Didn’t know what she’d think if the local cafe worker just dropped by her office with some desserts and her child.”

“More like, if the guy she’s super into just dropped by with sweets that will definitely make her happy and her daughter whom she trusts to spend the rest of the day with you?” Yoongi corrects.

Jungkook shyly smiles, not missing the way his heart swells at your friend’s words.

“She’s been having a tough day. I’m sure seeing you and Heejin will make it better, even if just for a while.”

Jungkook nods, and before he can say anything else, he hears Jin call his name.

“Oh, good, you’re both here,” he pats Jungkook’s arm and greets Heejin. “She has a meeting with the witnesses later and she needs to be at her best. She’s been jittery and it’s unlike her. I know how you and this little one calm her down.”

Jungkook decides to bask in the thought of your colleagues knowing how he affects you later on, but right now, what matters is getting to you. He knocks on the door and it’s his friend who meets him.

“Hey, Kook,” Jimin smiles. “And hey little angel,” he caresses Heejin’s cheeks. “___ is just in a call but you can go inside.”

Entering the room, Jungkook takes in the simplicity and organization of it. You’re seated on your chair, phone on your ear while massaging your temples, clearly in a state of mild distress as you nibble your lips and take multiple long breaths.

He looks around and smiles at the sight of the top of your shelf, with picture frames of you and Heejin, your family, your best friends. All your accolades and certificates are lined up on the second row, representative of what matters to you - even with how hard you work, your loved ones will always come first, but that doesn’t take away your commitment and passion for your job.

Jungkook stands by your table, carrying Heejin in a forward-facing manner now, just waiting for you to finish. He watches you state your case - some approach in speaking with the witnesses and instructing whoever’s on the other line on what to do, and it’s moments like this when he gets to admire you. It’s not you questioning a witness like those times he watched your trials on TV, but it’s the behind-the-scenes work that you’re doing, all the while ensuring that the people are safe.

“Make sure they’re okay, you hear me? We need them for this case but we need them safe and alive more than anything,” you say before hanging up.

You look up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile, as if the world is slowly crashing around you but there’s Jungkook and Heejin who are the only stable things remaining. You get off your seat and walk towards them, wrapping your one arm around him and the other on your daughter, sighing in relief at their presence and warmth.

“Hey, you,’ he whispers near your ear, the gruff tone sending another type of heat in your body. “You’ve got this, okay? And we’ve got you.”

You nod in response, briefly kissing his cheek then burying yourself in his embrace once more. You stand there with them for a few minutes, giving yourself this time to take the only breather you’ll have for the day.

You release yourself from their hold; any more time and you wouldn’t want to let them go.

“You said you got me something?”

“Cherry tarts,” Jungkook says, as he hands you Heejin whom you hug tightly and who yells your name.

“Oh, god. I’ve been craving cherry things,” you state, marveling at the pretty desserts in front of you.

“I know, that’s why they’re the feature at the cafe today. They ran out quickly.”

“And I get to have these?” You pout. “Jungkook, I know Hobi’s my friend, too, but this is still a business. You can’t keep giving me these things that you sell at the cafe all the time.”

“It was the first batch, and Hobi doesn’t really mind. He knows how many of our items are inspired by you and it’s little payment for how much my mind gets going because of it,” Jungkook winks.

“Fine,” you hum, taking a piece and feeling like crying at how good it is. “Seriously, you both and sweets are all I need. This is so good.”

He chuckles as he hands you tissue and your glass of water. He cups your cheek as you look back at him, just letting his presence ground you like all the times it has. He kisses your forehead and your eyes close reflexively, as if you’re melting at the feel of him doing something so simple yet intimate like this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling like you’ve lost your voice at how overwhelmed and grateful you are. “I needed this. Thank you for coming. And, uh, you can come whenever you want to.”

“Okay, good,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead again, this time lingering. “But we don’t want to keep you since you’ve got some badass, queen things to do. So do well today, okay? We’ll be home, waiting.”

You don’t expect those last four words to affect you the way they do, and they’re truly the most comforting thing you’d heard from him. It just sounds certain, so final, and it’s exactly what you need to get through the day.

“I’ll see you at home,” you smile, kissing his cheek this time. “I’ll see you both at home tonight.”

The rain is hitting hard against your windshield, and the only consolation is that it poured right when you and your team finished having dinner at a restaurant a few streets down the nearest parking space. It had been a long evening, indeed, primarily because after the big blow to your case, you all had to debrief and then restrategize while the earlier conversations are still fresh in your minds. You called Jungkook then, saying you’ll be late and he said he’d already given Heejin a bath, something he’d recently learned how to do on his own.

Hitting a stop sign, your phone rings with Jin on the other end.

“You holding up okay?” He asks worriedly, something he tends to do when he knows you’ve got a case that hits close to home.

“Somewhat. The team’s more level-headed about it than I am.”

“You trained good lawyers, then,” he responds in an effort to encourage you.

“Yeah, I guess,” you mumble.

“Let them do the groundwork and give yourself some time. You’re gonna figure it out. Also, I know it’s already been a tough day but don’t forget the conference that my father asked us to attend tomorrow morning,” he says, earning him a groan at the reminder. “Just take the afternoon off and get proper rest this weekend. That’s an order. I shouldn’t be receiving emails or messages from you once you leave the hotel tomorrow.”

“Got it, boss,” you tease, knowing he hates being called as such, then hang up.

You drag yourself to your apartment, your legs shaking from how much you’ve been pacing and walking all day, but knowing that on the other side of the door are the people you need to see and be with the most is what keeps you going.

The living space is dim, with but the accent lights turned on. Jungkook said he’d read Heejin a story and get her to sleep hours ago, and you wonder where he opted to stay. You push the half-open door of Heejin’s bedroom and your heart melts at the sight before you.

Seated on the single sofa next to the toddler bed is Jungkook, his feet up on the ottoman, with Heejin sleeping soundly on his chest and her favorite blanket over her back. He’s securing her with his firm hold on her thighs while making sure she’s still got room to breathe, and you can’t help but smile at her squished cheek against him, her mouth slightly parted as always, her breathing soft and steady.

Jungkook’s head is lolled back, his mouth slightly parted, too, with his breathing a little harder, and you can’t imagine how tired he’s been. He was up early for the first shift and spent all afternoon watching over Heejin, playing with her, feeding her, giving her a bath, and putting her to sleep.

He looks peaceful, though, so at-home and natural, like he’s been doing this for years; like he can keep doing this for more.

You kneel next to him, marveling at his beauty with the light from the lamp illuminating his features. He’s incredibly handsome, something you don’t think you’ve ever told him. There’s a softness in his face that contrasts the toughness of the rest of him, and with him, holding your daughter like this, there’s tenderness that captivates you.

Heejin is comfortable and that says a lot with how well he’d taken care of her today. And you know she wasn’t anxious being away from you. You know she had fun and felt safe, and that’s all that matters.

“Hey, you,” you whisper, not wanting to rush Jungkook in waking up. “I’m home now.”

It takes a while and you caress his cheek as you wait for him, enjoying the smoothness of his face and the way you want to smooch every inch of it if possible.

His eyes flutter open and a satisfied sigh leaves his lips once it’s registered that it’s you.

“Hey,” he hums. “What time is it?”

“11PM,” you say. “I’m a few hours late. It rained so hard, too; it was tough to drive for a while.”

“You okay, though? You ate well?”

“I did.”

“Okay, good,” he replies, shifting to sit up straight without disturbing Heejin then motioning for you to sit on the armrest. “This little one couldn’t sleep without you. I had to massage her, rock her, read to her, sing to her… all the works.”

“It’s because I was out the whole day,” you giggle, softly caressing her cheeks. “But I’m sure she enjoyed being with you today. Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course, ___. I loved today with her. She’s doing so well at recognizing more animals. And she’s saying the alphabet with fewer pauses now. And she was singing the tomato nursery rhyme.”

“Less yelling and actual singing?”

“Less yelling and actual singing,” he chuckles, knowing of Heejin’s tendency to yell everything she wants to say. “I took videos. I’ll send everything to you later.”

You smile and nod, taking his free hand in yours in thanks for how good he is to her, and all the while making sure that you’re not missing out on anything at all.

“We should lay her down. I’m sure you’re tired, too,” you say, standing up and taking Heejin to cradle in your arms.

You lovingly kiss her then gently put her in her bed, letting the mobile play because she likes to have the music on.

“Goodnight, Jinnie,” Jungkook whispers after you do, smiling softly as he watches her turn to hug the deer stuffed toy next to her.

You take his hand and guide him to the living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch where you snuggle next to him, humming in satisfaction as you wrap your arm around his torso and his wraps around your shoulder.

He’s gotten used to this, holding you at whatever time of the day while you fall into him, sighing in relief or exhaustion. He likes the gradual escalation, too, as your grips have come to signify something more than warmth. Security, he thinks, and perhaps desire as well.

But it’s comfort for you, first and foremost. You didn’t realize what coming home to this would do for your mind and your heart.

“Two of our witnesses in the sexual harassment case backed out today,” you say after a prolonged silence, which was spent finding the right spot for your head on his chest and taking in his Heejin-tinged scent.

“They’re crucial to the case but they got scared and I can’t blame them,” you continue. “It’s hard out there. Hard for them, whether they speak up or not. They lose either way and I can’t do anything about it.”

Jungkook processes your words. He’ll never fully understand what it’s like as a woman, but still, it only takes human decency to know that what those women went through is terrible, something no one should be experiencing in the first place.

“It's the culture you’re fighting against, ___,” he says. “But you’re fighting it. Whether they speak up or not, they know you’re fighting for them. That’s a change in itself, regardless if it’s in the system or their lives, it’s still something.”

“Wise words, Mr. Jeon,” you smile. “Just what I needed to hear.”

“They’re your words, Atty. Kim,” he smiles back.

You look at him questioningly.

“I listen to you talk, you know?” He chuckles. “Everything you need to keep going is right there in that brilliant mind of yours, and in your heart. You just need someone to remind you every once in a while, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you huff, curling your legs on top of his lap.

Enveloped in silence, he places his hand on your leg, caressing it and eliciting a soft moan from you.

“I like this,” you hum, lifting your face to softly kiss his cheek.

“What, a leg massage?”

“Yes, that,” you chuckle. “But also, this. Having you hold me this way, listening to me, telling me things I need to hear. I know I’m a lot to handle most days but this, this is nice. To just have you next to me is so grounding, you know? Like it’s all that I need.”

“It is, huh?” He turns to look at you, his star-filled eyes that you always drown in meeting yours.

You nod in response and he strokes your cheek before kissing your forehead, then your nose. You feel all the words he doesn’t say in the lips that tingle your skin, and you know where else you want those on.

Yours.

So you move forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels too much and too little at the same time. You hold him there, familiarizing yourself with the sensation, with the emotion, with the tingle of his warm breath against your skin.

He parts his mouth and then it’s his taste you’re quickly getting addicted to, his tongue you’re entangling yours with in a sensual battle, his silver hoop that’s cold and comforting, his moan that’s bewitching. He inhales you like you’re oxygen, and you hold onto him like you’ll run out of it.

He responds by tightening his grip on your back, his other hand that was glued to your leg, now inching up to trace patterns on your knee, then your outer thigh, keeping it there to hold you both steady, as he feels the burning desire for you slowly take over.

It’s slow and amorous, with a tinge of desperation as you both try to get closer than you are, but it’s still tender and euphoric. He’s like a drug you can get high on, and any amount won’t seem to ever be enough.

He does the hard task of pulling away, breathing against you as his forehead meets yours, his eyes closed as he tries to wrap his mind around how good you taste, and smell, and feel like.

“You like that, too?” He smiles.

“Yes, very much,” you whisper back, placing your hands that have found purchase on his neck on his cheeks this time. “It’s been a while.”

“No shit,” he says, eliciting a laugh from you. “Sorry, I had to.”

“I guess I deserve that,” you smile. “But god does it feel so much better this time around.”

“Wasn’t good enough the last time?” He teases.

“I wasn’t ready the last time,” you correct.

It was good, definitely. You think about that kiss a lot.

“My bad. I’m sorry,” he says.

“Not in that way. You know what I mean.”

He nods, smiling as he looks at you constantly eyeing his lips.

He’d want more if this continues, so much more. Much as he’d been dreaming of this, he was caught off-guard, and he’s unsure if you’re ready for what more would mean for him. Though he’s the more generous - and dare he say, desperate - one when it comes to physical affection, he wants everything with you. He wants it to be perfect, with no holding back, no doubts or questions, no fears or apprehensions. Just you and him and all the emotions kept in that can’t wait to finally be completely felt, returned.

“You had a long day,” he mumbles, kissing you deeply again. “And you have another long one tomorrow.”

“I’ve got that conference in the morning with Jin,” you confirm. “But he gave me the afternoon off. I think Heejin would love to spend her Friday with me, don’t you think?”

“Yes, she does. She kept calling for you every time you showed up in the videos,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your legs and wrapping his arms around you.

“Hmm. We’re gonna have an afternoon of tickle fights and boyband music. It’s my stress relief.”

“Bet if she could talk back, she’d tell you to choose better music.”

“Don’t be a hater,” you playfully smack his arm. “Plus, she loves it! She jumps up and down when I play the songs, just like how prepubescent me was doing it.”

“She takes after you so much, it’s amazing.”

“Who else would she take anything from?” You chuckle. “There’s just me.”

And me, hopefully. One day, Jungkook thinks, but he keeps the thought to himself for now, not wanting to scare you with the life he’d planned - and hopes to have - with you.

“Do you feel better?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“I do, thank you,” you face him, letting that sense of calm you get from this intimacy with him overtake you.

He holds your gaze for a while before he fights off a yawn.

“You had a long day, Jungkook,” you say, the exhaustion from earlier coming back. “And you have another one tomorrow. And Saturday, right?”

“Dea and I will start with the prep work tomorrow,” he says.

A celebrity who’s also a regular at the cafe booked them to set up a dessert table for a baby shower on Saturday morning. He’ll be working all Friday for it and he’s anxious and excited at the same time.

“What time does it end?”

“Around 2. But we won’t stay. Only Hobi will,” Jungkook responds. “Dea and I will set up and the boss will do the socializing and promoting.”

“Hmm. Does that mean you’re free in the evening?”

“By the afternoon, actually. What do you have in mind?”

“A date. Just you and me. There’s this place I want to try,” you tell him, taking his hand in yours. “I feel like this is the longest we got to even talk this whole week and I’m thinking maybe you want to spend Saturday night with me.”

“It’s like I didn’t pine for you for three years, ___,” he laughs. “Of course. Let me know the plans after my event, yeah? I’ll be too excited and I might not be able to focus.”

“Okay,” you smile, knowing you have to let him go now.

You stand up and lead him towards the door, the thought of saying goodbye after sharing that heartstopping kiss with him makes you feel all kinds of loss.

“Just let me know when you get home even if I’ll be asleep by then.”

“I will,” he says, turning to face you after he opens your door. He kisses you again, one, two, three times.

You look at him with a mix of amusement and confusion.

“For every year that I yearned for that,” he says simply, certainly.

You want to go for another round, maybe do more this time. You definitely want that. But it’s been a long day and the only thing you want more than him is a warm bath followed by your soft sheets.

You merely nod in response, not trusting yourself with words this time. “Good night, Jungkook.”

“Good night, ___. I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, bubba. Be honest. How does Mama look?”

Heejin is propped up in the middle of your bed, playing with her toy bus, which she deems as infinitely more interesting than you.

“Bubba, look at me, please?” You pout, as if your almost-three year old can fully comprehend what you’re asking of her.

She throws her toy on the floor and you pick it up, hiding it behind your back and asking her again.

“Does Mama look pretty, bubba? Do you think Kookoo will think so?”

“Mama! Bus please,” she whines, hands reaching out for you.

“Does Mama look nice? Yes or no?”

“No,” she shakes her head, and this goes in the list of times you wish it wasn’t her favorite word.

“Okay, thanks for the encouragement, bubba. Let’s just wait until Kookoo gets here and then we’ll see. Thank you, I still love you,” you say, planting a kiss on her forehead and returning her toy.

“Kookoo! I want Kookoo!”

“I know, bub. But he’s mine tonight, okay? I promise, you’ll be with him tomorrow,” you smile.

It’s another second that you let yourself question if you’re being selfish with this - asking your mom to care for Heejin overnight so you can spend the evening and hopefully until the next day with Jungkook. Ever since that kiss you shared two days ago, it’s all you could think about.

You won’t lie and say that a part of you expected he’d take it further, perhaps a longer makeout session where he’d lay you down and kiss you all over, maybe have his hands explore your body and ask to stay the night.

But he didn’t, and much as you'd hoped for that - even if you were the one taking your sweet time in the first place - you slept that evening with a tight knot in your belly, and you’ve just been waiting for it to uncoil.

You barely spoke to him yesterday and he’s been busy all morning. He took a nap once he got home so he could be fully present for you tonight, he’d said, and the thought itself is making you giddy, excited.

There’s no more hiding or tempering what you feel. And you wanna be able to tell him that, show him that. And you hope he’ll still take what you can give.

You look at yourself one last time in the mirror and manage a smile. You don’t even recall the last time you wore this dress but you’ll definitely remember tonight.

The doorbell ringing startles you and it’s probably because of how anxious you are.

You and Jungkook have gone on dates but tonight is different - it’s a lot fancier and well, your mom convinced you to let her take Heejin for the night after you spent the whole afternoon talking about Jungkook and she had to remind you that it’s okay to want this for yourself. That includes spending a night with him. Doing so doesn’t make you any less of a mother. Part of parenthood is choosing things for yourself once in a while. You need to teach your daughter how to choose herself, too, your mom reminded you.

You place Heejin on her mini couch and you walk towards the door, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you.

You’ve seen Jungkook in a variety of outfits of all colors - mostly monotone with pops of color every now and then. He’d sported less casual wardrobes the few times you went on dates and they always left you speechless with how sophisticated they looked, and tonight is no exception.

He has on a black silk polo with a few buttons undone underneath a burgundy velvet jacket and black slacks, which are deliciously tight enough for you to appreciate his toned thighs. His hair is slicked back with a few strands of it dangling at the side like how those Hollywood leading men would do it. It’s a mix of youthful and mature, but sexy nonetheless, especially with his pierced brow and lips; he definitely upped his game tonight.

He revels in the way your mouth opens and closes, your eyes raking all over him, something he’d caught you sneakily do a few times recently, but it’s the first time you’re openly ogling at him and he’s got to admit, it’s the confidence boost he badly needs.

“Find your voice yet?” He teases, cocked brow and all.

“Now I have,” you get back to your senses. “Just not used to you dressing up all grown up and stuff.”

“Then how have I been dressing up the other times?” He chuckles, finally entering your apartment.

“Well, the oversized everything screamed too casual and like, uh…”

“Boyfriend?” He smirks. “I mean, that’s what I’ve heard you say a few times to Hobi when you’re at the cafe.”

“Eavesdropping on your customers? That’s not nice.”

“Hey, I just happen to hear you two when I serve people since, you know, I work there? But that’s besides the point,” he says, voice dropping a few octaves. “Is that what I am? A… boyfriend?”

“Is that what you want to be?” You say, matching his tone.

He walks closer to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer.

“Yeah,” says, his gruff voice in a whisper sending chills down your spine. “That would be fucking amazing, actually.”

“Okay,” you say, meeting his eyes. “Do the boyfriend thing and kiss me, then.”

He glances at Heejin who’s engrossed in watching Pororo run about, and he turns back to you, his smug face the last thing you see before your eyes fall closed at the feel of his lips on yours.

You didn’t realize how much you’d miss it with just a day being without it, and now all you want is to drown in his kiss that’s gentle and desperate at the same time. His motions are smooth, but the rest of his body is tense; you feel the eagerness and the hesitation. So do you.

Your heads barely move and your mouths part only minimally, but you can taste his strawberry chapstick and the mint he’d just had. His tongue lightly brushes past your lower lip, like a tease of what he wants, of what more he can give, and sometimes you wonder why you ran away from this all those years ago.

But when you think of how easily you almost fell into this, you’re reminded of why you had to turn your back on him then. If at the end of all of that, you get to have this, then maybe it’s all been worth it.

Jungkook pulls away again this time, smiling giddily at your post-kiss face, and then pecking your lips. “I may have ruined your lipstick a bit.”

You wipe the taint of it on his lips and giggle. “And I’m glad you did.”

You motion towards Heejin, who you say has been looking for him, and you watch him as he kneels in front of her for a hug, asking what she’s watching, and then listening to her talk about the show that’s on.

“You ready to go to Mom’s, bubba?” You ask, joining them. “She’s taking you to a light show tonight. You’ll be good, alright?”

“Yes, Mama!” she squeals, hugging you back as you nuzzle her nose.

“So come, Kookoo and I will take you to her.”

Jungkook carries her as you all make it to his car, the drive to your mom’s apartment, a surprisingly short one on a Saturday evening. Your mom’s ecstatic and smug face reveals too much, even more so as she keeps reminding you and Jungkook to “have fun” and “make the most of your time together.”

“We will, but please call when you’re putting her to bed,” you say.

“I will. Now you lovebirds, leave our apartment now.”

You and Jungkook eventually do, but not without multiple goodbye hugs and kisses on Heejin. She indulges you only briefly because the newly-assembled dollhouse catches her attention and then it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

Jungkook takes your hand as you both walk to the car, something he does while he drives as well, and throughout dinner.

You chose a fancy Japanese restaurant as per Jin’s suggestion and you’ve always sworn by his recommendations. Their array of interesting dishes got you and Jungkook feeding each other, then listing the other places you both want to try. It’s a few hours of him making you laugh, gushing over Heejin as you both watch the videos from the other night, him randomly taking your hand to kiss, and looking into your eyes while you speak.

He goes from the charming Jungkook with the shy, boyish smile and nose scrunch to the confident, lip-licking man with a hypnotizing gaze in seconds - he’s been giving you a whiplash all night.

You, on the other hand, have been letting yourself drown in all that he’s giving and doing to you. No more walls up or any other apprehensions unlike before. This time - as you’ve been the past several months - you feel safe enough to be yourself, desires and flaws included.

You both head back to the car for a quick drive to your final destination for tonight. It’s right when you enter that you get a photo of a sleeping Heejin on her belly, cheek to the side with her butt propped up.

“What was she doing?” You laugh right as you call your mom.

“She didn’t want to sleep yet so we were watching TV,” your mother shares. “The channel stopped at a musical and she wanted to keep it there. She was bobbing her head and clapping and found her position, fighting off her yawns until she gave up. It was so adorable, honey.”

“Okay then, guess it’s musicals for us for the next few weeks. But thanks, Mom. I’m sure she enjoyed her time with you guys.”

“Oh, she did. She wouldn’t play with the dollhouse unless Jung-jae was next to her. She’s really comfortable with him already.”

“That’s great to hear. He’s a constant now, too,” you respond. “But she’s good? Sleeping soundly in bed and all?”

“Yes, honey. Looks like she’ll have a good, long sleep. Jung-jae and I will bring her to you first thing in the morning so she won’t throw a tantrum when she wakes up without you,” your mom offers. “Would 8 be fine? Just let me know if you want us to drop by later, though. Don’t want to ruin any morning shenanigans or something.”

It’s her teasing and sultry tone that makes you gasp, and you hear Jung-jae laughing next to her, telling her to leave you and Jungkook be.

“Alright, I will. You lovebirds enjoy tonight, okay? I mean it.”

She giggles this time, and she hangs up before you even say goodbye.

Jungkook doesn’t say much, having only faintly heard the conversation. He stops the car and wraps his arm around you as you both walk two streets down to an alley.

It’s one of those hidden cocktail bars in the city, with an unassuming facade hiding an elaborate interior. Taehyung suggested this place when you asked your family for bar options, as he’d done gigs here before for jazz nights. The high ceilings and dim lights, the soft music, and the couches made for two make it a nice place for enjoying each other’s company.

Jungkook sets his one hand on your waist while the other draws circles on your exposed knee that’s brushing against his, only removing it when he takes a sip from his drink.

“Jinnie doing okay at Auntie’s?” He asks.

“She is,” you smile, sharing what your mom had said about their day, to Jungkook’s delight. “But I miss her already.”

“I do, too,” he sighs. “But I like this,” he adds, meeting your eyes.

“I like you,” you respond, catching him off guard, his eyes instantly widening at your declaration.

“That’s, uh, that’s nice to finally hear,” he beams before hiding his face in your neck as he tries to get himself together.

You laugh at his response, caressing the back of his head and pecking the side of it.

“Yah! What’s with the reaction? It’s not like it isn’t obvious. We’ve been going on dates,” you say, pushing him up to face you. “And I’ve been kissing you.”

“But it’s different to hear you say it, after all this time.”

“I guess I just got caught up in what we finally are that I didn’t bother to verbalize it,” you narrate, something that’s unlike how you normally are because you tend to lay out in words the things you’re experiencing and thinking to be able to make sense of them. “And I realize now that I don’t think I’ve changed much from the last time. Maybe I haven’t been fair to you.”

“What are you talking about?” He looks at you curiously.

“Back then, my siblings used to give me shit for treating you like that puppy I found adorable and would pet and stuff but wouldn’t actually want to keep,” you admit, recalling how they always found a way to remind you of the analogy they came up with.

“You just always stood by next to me whatever I was doing and years passed and it was kind of like that again, right? You’ve just been waiting for me to be ready all these months and it took so long before I could even say it, before I even considered giving you anything. And I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much.”

“Hey. You’ve been giving me a lot,” he comforts, lifting your chin to face him. “I knew what I was getting myself into the first time, and even now. And not once did I feel impatient or that it was all for nothing. You’ve given me your time, Heejin’s time, your trust, your heart… and I’ve been happy, ___. Really happy.”

There’s contentment in his eyes when he says the words, but even then, there’s a tinge of hope, and something else that he holds back. And for all the times that he’d been the transparent one, with you having control of your emotions, it seems that the roles have been reversed, as you feel like baring everything to him while he maintains as much composure as he possibly can.

“I am, too, Jungkook,” you say softly, inching closer to him, taking in his sandalwood scent he’s chosen over his usual sporty one.

You’re internally grateful for the bit of privacy you’re being afforded, although looking around, you don’t seem to be the only couple that finds themselves in an intimate moment.

“You make me feel things I’ve felt before… but in extremes. Like, there’s this longing when you’re away, and this unabashed joy when I’m with you. I’ve sort of conditioned myself not to feel too much so it’s kind of overwhelming sometimes, but in a good way. Like it’s all these amazing things all at once and I don’t know what to do with them, but at the same time, I can’t be without them, without you.”

Jungkook merely gazes at you as a satisfied smile forms on his face.

“Not used to you being speechless,” you chuckle.

“I’m not yet immune to you, you know? You still surprise me.”

“And what if I don’t anymore, would you still want me then?”

“Always,” he says instantly, certainly.

The lights are dim and the nearest customers have just left, and the desire that’s been gradually growing since he showed up looking like pure sin in your doorway overtakes you. You lean forward and kiss him deeply, your tongue sliding inside his mouth to let him know what you want from him. It’s like time freezing as the tension melts away; like sucking the air out of him, and when you part, he breathes heavily like it’s exactly what you did.

“My apartment, please?” You pant, your forehead leaned against his, eyes closed just like his.

“Okay,” he huffs, stealing a soft kiss before paying the bill and then heading out.

Jungkook has to choose between walking quickly to get to your destination faster or strolling so he could savor this moment with you - walking underneath dim street lights, your satin midnight blue dress flowing up to your shins.

He chooses the latter, as you seem to want to savor this, too, much as you seemed to yearn him so much just minutes ago.

It’s his turn to steal a kiss when you both enter the car, and the ride home is filled with tension that you know how to resolve but need to wait more time to actually address.

You arrive at your apartment without making any public scene, letting the tension follow you there.

“Kind of unusual coming here without Heejin squealing or laughing or yelling at us,” he chuckles, pulling you from the back for a hug, his head nestling at the crook of your neck - another new intimate act that you already want more of.

“I know,” you say, shivering at the kiss he makes near your ear. “But Mom insisted on having her for the night and bribed her with whatever. They’ll come tomorrow morning. And I agreed because, well, I really wanted to be alone with you tonight,” you add, turning around, your hungry eyes raking all over him.

“You did, huh?” His gaze locks on yours, all the desire he feels reflecting in it.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about your lips on his since the other night, and he can’t help it when his mind starts to conjure all the other things he wants to do. He has to control his thoughts so he doesn’t expect too much - of what else you want to do physically, and what that would mean for your relationship.

He realized that when it comes to you, he regards things much more deeply, meaningfully, and so every act and word holds so much - his fears, his desires, and hope with and for you.

“Yeah, I—” You whimper at his sudden grip on your waist, glancing at his parted mouth, mirroring the way your tongue licks your lips, aching to feel him there.

You can feel the heat radiate off his body with how close he’s gotten, as you feel the rush of desire overtake your own. Your heart beats rapidly, anticipating what’s to come next, and for the seconds that feel like more, he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing while you breathe each other in.

He gives in first, cupping your cheeks as he angles your mouth to fit his. His tongue slips in, exploring you in this way, and you fall right into it with him, gripping the collars of his polo as you meet his fervent action. It’s messy and raw and unsteadying, and you feel like you’re in a haze of some sort as you try to take all that he gives all at once.

His hands move to your waist as he continues to kiss you, parting only very briefly. He nips and licks and sucks your lips, your joint moans gradually getting louder. He slowly pushes you backward until you hit the armrest of the couch, and you lean on it as you feel like you’re losing balance with how much of yourself you’re giving with this kiss.

“Fuck, I can do this all night,” he groans, his mouth descending to peck on your jaw and your neck.

“Just this?” You moan teasingly.

“What else did you have in mind?” He turns to you, his lustful eyes turning curious.

“Everything,” you heave, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast. “I don’t want us to hold back.”

He strokes it only gently, and much as you know that at some point, it would lead to this, you’re slightly worried why he doesn’t seem as into the idea of doing it right now as you expected. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks.

“I won’t want to turn back after this,” he says pointedly, eyes locked on yours to make sure you know he means every word. “I’m gonna want more. I’m gonna give you and Heejin the whole world, you have to know that, but I’m gonna need you to want this with me.”

You hear the mix of certainty and desperation in his voice but unlike all the times he’d spoken in this way, you know that you want it, too. Whatever it is, you want it.

“Okay,” you pant. “I want more, and I can give you more.

“Okay,” he gasps, pecking your forehead, then your nose, then your lips where he lingers. “Good. That’s good.”

You both kiss again like you’d done earlier, but with more need this time. It’s heated, even messier, more intentional, and louder, too.

You push the jacket off his shoulders and he pulls you much closer, his hands sliding down to your ass, which he squeezes intensely. Pulling up your dress, he does it again, lightly slapping the cheeks as he gets into the moment.

You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips against his to let him know how it affected you.

“Fuck, you like that?” He rasps, nipping at your neck now.

“Yes,” you answer, moaning even louder when he does it again, a little harder this time.

You’re lost in his scent, in his heat, in the way his mouth explores whatever he can at this position, and the dampness in your underwear only says what more you want from him.

Guiding him towards the couch, you lightly nudge him to sit, gazing at him hungrily before settling on his lap, kissing him again like you’re memorizing every inch of his mouth and his lips that you can’t get enough of.

While his hands knead your ass and simultaneously push you to grind against his aching cock, yours hurriedly unbutton his polo, wanting a taste of what you’d seen that afternoon at the pool. You’d thought of how he looked underneath all the clothes he wears and you finally get to do more than just imagine all of that.

After undoing the last button, you palm his chest, toned and smooth as you’d expected, his pert nipples exciting you as you flick them to his delight. Your lips detach from his, then you briefly gaze at his bare body, and move towards his chest, your open-mouthed kisses all over it intensifying his desire, and he’s the one who’s now unzipping your dress from behind.

Pushing you to sit back up, Jungkook meets your glazed eyes, and he slowly pulls down the straps off your shoulders, followed by your bra to reveal half of your breasts, your own pert buds teasing him.

He pants as your fingers trace the dips of his abs, and unable to just sit and marvel at you any longer, he attacks your breasts, taking one in his mouth, ravishing it as he fondles the other.

The pleasure is immediate, as the way he swirls and strokes your erogenous region makes you feel suspended, especially as he does so in a carnal yet passionate way. You grind against him, feeling his stiff length poking your stomach. Your hands grip on his taut back, feeling its tense muscles as he exerts all his effort on making you feel good, which he knows he’s doing so well at, given your expletives and moans that keep getting louder.

“You sound so good,” he groans in your ear, another sensitive part of you, something he’s figured out, as he nibbles and licks its shell, and he instantly feels the hairs of your arm raise at the action.

You hum, pushing him to lean back again so your eyes could rake all over his body, liking the way the dim light illuminates the beads of sweat on his chest, and with him panting like this and seeing the hunger in his eyes while also knowing he’ll get to do more, he’s absolutely stunning.

“Done admiring?” He asks cheekily.

“Yes,” you reply after a beat of silence, though you doubt you’d ever get enough of see this. “You?”

“Need to see everything first, babe,” he smirks.

So you stand up, unhooking your bra then fully unzipping the dress that’s pooled on your waist, doing so in a sensual manner as you slowly reveal more of yourself to him, liking the way his eyes widen in shock and lust at the same time.

You’re left with nothing but your silk thong, a shiver running down your spine when he moves towards the edge of the couch, his hands caressing your outer thighs before groping and slapping your ass cheeks once more.

“Can’t get enough of these,” he moans, not matching the tender way he kisses your torso.

You cradle his head, and he’s suddenly reminded of all the times he used to see you do this. He looks up at you teasingly.

“Hmm, this is what it’s like.”

You remember it, too, and you laugh at the way he nuzzles your belly then smirks at you, like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. You’d been in a lustful mood just seconds ago, and he brings you back in it as quickly as he took you out, as he starts sucking on the skin that leads to your cunt.

He glances at you while he nibbles at the hem of your underwear, his fingers teasing your lips and feeling the dampness that’s pooled in there. Slowly, he removes the last piece of clothing you have on, staring at your hooded eyes while he does.

Now completely bare in front of him, he brings you with him as he sits back on the couch, having you straddle him again, your mouths touching once more, the fervent actions at pace with your thrusting hips.

“You’re so wet, I can feel you all over me,” he mumbles in your ear, pushing your core down to grind against his clothed crotch.

“Need your mouth to do something about it,” you groan, as the ache in your cunt starts to get unbearable, needing relief.

He nudges for you to lay on the couch now, guiding you there as he constantly curses every time his lips meet your flesh. Kissing your lips briefly, he trails down to your breasts, giving both of them ample attention before he sets his eyes on your dripping core.

He teases by thumbing with your clit first while he nips at your thighs, slowly moving towards your heat, before he licks the whole strip of it, his warm wet muscle stimulating every nerve of your body. You let out a restrained cry, and he lifts one of your legs for better access, allowing him to swallow you whole, as he sucks your cunt hungrily while letting the cold of his lip ring add to the pleasure, uncaring that he’s close to running out of breath.

“Fuck, Jungkook. That’s so good,” you moan, your muscles tensing as you try to hold in even just a bit to aid in the pleasure. “Keep going, fuck yes.”

He does as you ask, watching your fucked out face as he slips two fingers in, the sight of your hooded eyes and parted mouth making his dick throb even more. But he wants this, wants this for you. He wants to make you feel all kinds of pleasure as you’ll let him.

He replaces his digits with his tongue, sliding around and over and inside your hole, eliciting more moans from you as you start to buck your hip against his mouth, letting him fuck you like this.

Your eyes travel to the back of your head as the pleasure intensifies, and for a brief moment, you look at him - completely lost in ravishing your pussy, his own eyes closed and the veins on his forehead appearing, hands tight around your thighs as he pushes you towards the edge. He’s giving it his all, you know this, as you feel his whole body tense as well.

You’re close, you tell him, and with his hands finding your breasts, flicking the nipples, you unravel completely, and you feel the slick waterfall down your cunt, straight into his mouth. He moans as he takes you in, licking every drop, wiping his face with his hand, and gently kissing upwards to meet your lips once more.

“How do you taste like?” He breathes into your mouth, bucking against you, his hard length so appetizing even more as you come down from your high.

“Weird,” you chuckle, but desperate as your hand palms his cock. “But now I need this in my mouth.”

“But I want more of you,” he whines, nipping at your neck.

“I haven’t sucked dick in years, Jungkook,” you groan. “This has been poking me all night.”

“But I’m gonna pop right away,” he pouts, hovering over you, the man who’d just ravaged you now grumbling about not wanting to be sucked off.

“Be good and wait to do that when you’re inside me, okay?”

Your voice is stern and turns him on even more, but it also makes him want to follow and be pleasured by that pretty and dangerous mouth of yours.

“Fuck,” he says, standing up to unbutton his trousers, which you help him do.

Eyes locked on his, you pull his boxers down after, fingers grazing his muscular thighs as they become undressed, your mouth watering at the hardened cock that’s presented before you. Taking it in your hand, you return the kiss he gives then motion for him to sit on the couch this time.

You kneel comfortably on the floor and smirk at him before licking up the strip of his shaft then the slit, liking the saltiness of his precum and the way his thighs tense at the feel of you.

Your mouth slowly takes him, sliding down at a pace that’s got his mind going completely hazy because even if he’d imagined this, it’s nothing close to having the real thing. You know what you’re doing, and you make sure he does, by the way that your eyes focus on him, barely looking away and closing them only briefly to savor his taste.

Jungkook’s jaw locks, his fists clench, and gradually, he bucks into your mouth as your motions continue. You see his strained face as his head lolls back, that pretty mole underneath his bitten lip looking even prettier from down here. You’re pleasuring and trapping him at the same time; he’d come right now if you let him, but he also wants you to keep at this for longer.

He’s losing himself in it, especially as you rake his thigh and fondle his balls.

“Fuck, yes, good girl,” he mindlessly moans.

It’s a pet name he realizes you don’t like, as your movements slow down and he peeks to see displeasure in your eyes, even as you still have his cock in your mouth.

“Bad girl?” He tries again.

You replace your mouth with your hand, scowling at him now.

“Mommy?”

You completely stop your movements. “I’m going to castrate you.”

You say it so seriously. And even though his near-orgasm falls substantially - which is somewhat fortunate because he was so close and he really wanted to come inside you but you seemed to be enjoying what you were doing before he ruined it - he can’t help but chuckle at your disappointed look.

“Fine, sweets. Because you taste so fucking amazing,” he says, leaning over to peck your lips. “Please continue.”

You roll your eyes but enjoy it nonetheless. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

He scrunches his nose the way he does when he annoys you, and it’s cute but sexy at the same time, what with his body looking the way it does right now.

You get back into it quickly, sucking as you slide back down, his tip hitting you at the hilt. You go back to the pace you were at earlier, and you see him get back to it, too, his head lolling back again and his mouth parting to let out a groan that shoots straight through your core. Your head bobs up and down again, and you meet his desperate and lust-filled eyes before you go for another dive that has him keening and losing his mind.

“Fuck, ___, on your back, now.”

You release him from your mouth with a playful wink, and he pulls you to lay on the couch, the urge to make you feel good with his cock getting stronger by the second. He spreads your legs and his mouth waters at how ready you are to take him.

“Wait, Jungkook,” you say, and for a moment, his heart stops. “Condom. I have a box on my bedside.”

“I have one here,” he replies, searching for his wallet.

He retrieves the foil pack and apologizes as he puts the latex sheath on, and you respond that it’s okay.

“So you were expecting this, huh?” You tease as he hovers over you, feeling his tip tease your entrance.

“I was hoping for it, actually,” he smiles, kissing you and swallowing your moan as he slides in.

You feel his length drag inside you, your walls that have been deprived for too long, taking him in fully. The pleasure from a good, hard cock from someone who knows what they’re doing is mind blowing, as Jungkook angles you in such a way that lets you feel everything.

He starts slowly, his mouth trailing down your neck before nibbling the shell of your ear, then swirling his tongue on your pert buds the same time he thrusts harshly inside you.

“Fuck, yeah, like that,” you mewl, liking the way he teased a bit then went right in.

He maintains that pace as you continue to moan out curses, praising him for how good he’s making you feel, and he responds with his own praises of how good you feel. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, sliding down to feel his biceps in their absolute divine form, all taut and large, like how you like them.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m losing my mind,” he drawls, kneeling now as he lifts both your legs to flush against your chest, thrusting incessantly, letting you feel him even deeper.

“Hmmm, fuck, you’re so good,” you pant, loving his praises.

You go with this position for a while before he places your legs back down to wrap around his waist, and you take the opportunity to push him further inside you with your heels to his delight.

“Keeping me locked in on you, huh?” He teases, biting your lip then taking both your hands and pinning them above your head. “I’m not going anywhere, sweets.”

“Stick to ‘babe,’ alright? That’s too cliche for a pastry chef to say,” you grumble, earning you a laugh at how it’s something you’d still correct him on in the middle of sex.

The view of him from below, with the veins popping out of his neck and his tattooed arm flexed over you, is making you even wetter. There are beads of sweat on his forehead, his jaw is clenched, and the moans he lets out are sinful. You can’t hold in the obscene sounds that you make, either, with how he’s hitting you in the spots you didn’t think would feel this good.

But you still know your body more, and you know just how to build on the pleasure that’s overtaking every part of you.

“From behind,” you pant, and he follows immediately, releasing you from his hold and helping you on your knees.

Your elbows support you as your belly hits the couch, your ass angled upward for him to nip and kiss before he slides in easily, hitting another spot that has you keening right away.

“Shit, you look so fucking good like this,” he groans, slapping a cheek, eliciting another moan from you.

It’s something you didn’t think you’d actually like, but Jungkook has a way of making you be open and actually enjoy things with him. And even he moans when he does it, which he follows with a praise or a kiss on your back, and you’re living for the way he’s making sure you both feel good with everything he’s doing.

He pounds into you in a pace that gradually quickens, his hands holding your waist in place as you wail in pleasure. He lifts you a little, allowing him to lower himself on your back, kissing your shoulders then your neck before tilting your face to ravage your mouth.

The way he moves is heated and impassioned and everything you’d imagined that sex with him would be like - with him giving his all, making you feel euphoric and satisfied, praising you repeatedly. He cups your breast from below, and with the added stimulation, you feel your belly tighten, and the pending orgasm builds up too quickly for you to warn him.

“I’m—”

You let out a loud moan as your body shakes from the pleasure, your mind hazy now as you feel like you’re suspended from what he’d just made you experience.

He continues, though, going harder now to reach his high, and you urge him to push into you even more, which he does obediently.

It still feels good even if your body is giving in, finding what little energy you have left to meet his hips, and it’s a final thrust that has him coming, the intensity of it allowing you to feel him spill his seed into the condom inside you.

“Shit,” he pants, peppering kisses up your spine, unbothered by the sweat lining it.

He breathes into the crook of your neck before meeting your lips again, but this time in a languid movement of tongues entangling, feeling each other’s pleasure and exhaustion.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moans in your mouth, lazily still rocking into you as he comes down from his high. “And so fucking good.”

“Hmm, you’re welcome,” you hum in his mouth, shivering in over sensitivity as he fondles your pert bud. “Jungkook!” You squeal.

He chuckles and gives you a soft kiss. “I’ll just throw this,” he says, easing out of you and removing the condom. He gives your ass another slap before walking towards your bathroom.

You hum in response and turn on your back, hoping you’ll remember to sanitize this couch and call for the cleaner tomorrow afternoon.

Jungkook returns with his boxers on and a wet towel then proceeds to clean you up, systematically wiping your breasts, your back, then your cunt that’s still recovering. He places the throw blanket over you before snuggling next to you.

“Is this okay?” He asks, sliding his arm underneath your head to serve as your pillow.

“Yeah, I like post-sex cuddles. Especially after that,” you smile at him. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t had dick in years, I’d forgotten how it feels inside me.”

“And how was mine?” He smirks.

“Good?” You turn to him.

“Just good?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Great? Do you need me to stroke your ego?”

“Not really,” he chuckles. “I just wanna make sure that I made you feel good and so I can keep doing all that. You deserve to feel good,” he explains, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, it was amazing. I don’t usually come from dick, just to let you know,” you admit.

“You don’t, what?” He exclaims.

“I don’t come from penetration that much. I mean, it’s good, I just don’t always orgasm from it,” you mumble. “And that’s perfectly normal.”

“I know. It’s just… wait, so how were you with, uh…”

“I’d fake it. He’s the type who needs to feel good about himself, remember?”

“Yeah, so a while ago, did you…?”

“I seriously came, Jungkook. You wiped me off! Plus, that kind of moan is hard to fake, mind you,” you clarify, not wanting to make him feel bad, but with what you know of Jungkook, he doesn’t have a razor thin ego for him to feel insecure about it.

“Wow, okay. Good job, little J. You did well,” he says, patting his now-flaccid cock.

“Did you just… compliment your dick…” You look at him incredulously.

“He made you come! He needs affirmation sometimes,” he defends.

“You’re silly,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“I know,” he smirks. “But also, can I just say? You’re so hot when you talk dirty to me.”

“That’s not my dirty talk,” you chuckle. “That’s literally me, telling you exactly what I want. Which I’ll probably do a lot. That turns you on?”

“Duh. I like it when you tell me what to do.”

He looks at you with those now-innocent eyes and boyish smile, the euphoric feel from earlier turning into something light and comfortable, something you rarely feel after sex.

You’re tired but he makes you laugh. Your body is sore but he caresses your cheek and pecks your lips, telling you that he doesn’t mind how you come, as long as he makes you come, whatever part of his body does it.

He’s every bit of a dream you never expected would come in the form of a bunny smile and a sinful body, and he wants you, just as much as you want him.

You yawn, prompting him to sit up to give way for you to clean up and get ready for bed.

“Stay the night,” you say, as you take his discarded polo on the floor and wear it, the hem just barely covering your thighs. “I want to wake up next to you in the morning.”

“Okay,” he smiles, his heart melting at the sight of you in his clothes.

He follows your lead and doesn’t react much when you give him a towel and the oversized shorts you wore when you were pregnant then motion for the guest bathroom.

You take your time in the shower to gather yourself and come down from the high you’re still on. Jungkook crashed into your life years ago and made you feel things, and that rattled you, made you unsteady because you don’t like feeling like both of your hands aren’t on the wheel.

Being without him and then having him back still makes you feel that sometimes, but you realize that if the other hand on the wheel next to yours is his, it’s not so bad. And if the years apart and the recent months with him have told you anything, it’s that whether you’re driving the car, he is, or both of you are, you want him next to you. That should be enough, you remind yourself in an effort to dispel whatever remaining doubts and fears you have.

He wants more with you, whatever that is. And sharing something so intimate like your bare selves to each other is what you needed tonight to solidify what your heart has known for a while now, even with the tiniest hint of apprehension in there.

You exit your bathroom to find him sitting at the edge of your bed in all his shirtless glory, and you take your time to appreciate his broad and muscled and incredibly insatiable form before walking towards him.

“Hey,” you finally say, taking the hand he reaches out to you. “Why aren’t you in bed yet?”

“Wanted to make sure I’m on the right side before I get comfortable.”

He pulls you close and wraps his arms around your torso. “And to do this,” he says, as his hands move to cup your ass cheeks. “I don’t know why but it’s so comforting.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you chuckle, briefly cradling his head before giving him a peck on the lips. “Let’s go to bed, my whole body is sore and my legs are still shaking.”

You walk to your side and he scoots to his, but instead of lying down next to you, he kneels and starts massaging your calves, up to your knees and thighs.

“I might have overbent these,” he teases, kissing your leg when you start to complain, his lips matching the sensual way his hands are stroking your flesh.

Jungkook just watches your satisfied face as he continues, his heart swelling at how you’re looking at him so tenderly. He thinks it’s reflective of what you do to him - one minute it’s racing like hell because you make him nervous, excited, euphoric, confused; another minute you’re calming him down, gazing at him like there’s beauty in his eyes, comforting him without touching him.

And that’s how you’ve been to him all these months - sometimes you’re a hurricane - fast, dangerous, daunting from afar and overwhelming up close. Sometimes you’re a still day - a grounding presence, comforting, awe-inspiring in its simplicity.

You’re raw, flawed, imperfect, and absolutely breathtaking. And he can’t get enough of you.

He returns your smile and crawls under the covers, his arm out to hold you while you rest your head on his chest, your palm on his torso providing warmth and coolness at the same time.

Kissing your forehead, he whispers. “Good night, ___.”

“Good night,” you mumble.

Jungkook stares at the ceiling as the minutes tick by, still wrapping his head around tonight, the elation unmatched as he thinks of waking up next to you in the morning. It’s like he wants to fast forward to that but also wants to savor what’s remaining of the evening with you.

“I thought you were tired. Why are you still up?” He asks, his fingers grazing your bare shoulder.

You turn to him with a questioning look.

“You breathe heavily when you sleep,” he says. “I hear it in the car when I’m driving. What’s on your mind, ___?”

“What did you mean about wanting more?” You wonder out loud, releasing yourself from his hold to sit up, knees folded underneath your chin.

“More,” he responds, as if it’s an all-encompassing answer. “Being able to kiss you, hold you, wake up next to you, make love to you whenever.”

“Is that it?”

His eyes briefly meet yours before they flit elsewhere.

“Spend my life with you, have a family with you,” he says softly.

“You hesitated.”

“Only because I wasn’t sure if you want that, if you’re ready for that,” he responds.

“Jungkook, of course I want a family.”

“But do you want it with me?”

“I do,” you answer a beat too late.

“You hesitated,” he sighs.

“Only because I…”

“You’re scared I’ll change my mind,” he finishes.

“Partly. I mean, the thought still swims around,” you admit. “Do you blame me though?”

“No, but ___, this is me we’re talking about. And this is you.”

You cock an eyebrow at his words, signaling him to keep going.

“You’re not some hobby or preference or a college degree that I’d change my mind about,” he explains. “Even when you broke my heart and didn’t want me to be a part of your life, when I was away, I didn’t change my mind.”

“Yeah, but then Yae-won happened. That’s changing your mind, Jungkook.”

“Was it, if it wasn’t even that serious? I told you, we were good friends more than anything. We were great company for each other, in a lot of ways, but I couldn’t fully give in because a part of me knew that when I came back here, when I saw you again, I’d be the same guy who’d want you. And I was right,” he explains.

“I saw you at the bar, that night in Busan, and I… fuck, everything just came back. And she noticed the change after that. I felt terrible, but somehow she just knew; it wasn’t the same. She didn’t wanna burden me, she said, and I stayed there for months after she and I broke up to just think things through again, knowing you still didn’t have a partner. And I came back here having decided that if I had to wait again, I would,” he continues. “If I had to start over as just a friend, I would, and then figure it out from there like before. Maybe wait for you to push me away and stop. But I’d stay until then and just be there for you. Because that’s how I am. I find something I love and I go all out, I’m patient but I give my everything and—”

“You love me?” You interject.

“Yes,” he says with no hesitation this time. “Does that scare you?”

“No. I just… I feel so much for you, Jungkook. It’s a lot that I’m still trying to unpack and savor and take my time with because I want to do this right, too. That’s why I’m not there yet. And I don’t wanna scare you with that.”

“You won’t. I mean, that’s already more than enough,” he assures, taking your hand. “I’m so fucking weak for you, ___. You could do your worst and I’d still forgive you, I'd still be crazy about you and that’s crazy, isn’t it? Someone like me, who didn’t think his heart would ever stick to one thing, finds a woman at the cafe and just… decides he’s sure about her, about you. So let me love you right, okay? No need to say it back or reciprocate it right away. Just let me love you and Heejin right because I will do that. And then I’ll wait. Again. And I won’t mind for as long as you let me love you this way. Please.”

The tears well up in your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting his strong arms steady you and let you know that he means everything he said. You feel his words glue together the holes from your past, your fears, your worries, and apprehensions. You know he’s held back a little, not wanting to go too hard and push you away in the process, wanting instead to let his feelings speak through his actions, for you to acknowledge and accept them at your own pace.

With all that’s happened tonight, there’s no reason for you to doubt anymore, especially as he tightens his hold and places kisses on the side of your head.

“I love you, okay? Please let me say it everyday,” he whispers. “I need you to know it everyday.”

“Okay,” you whisper back, pulling away and kissing him deeply. “I don’t know how good I’ll be with this girlfriend thing this time. I get stubborn and temperamental and irritable. But I’ll do better. Tell me when it gets too much for you, alright? I don’t want to give you a reason to walk away.”

“And I get clingy and childish and hard-headed sometimes,” he chuckles, caressing your tear-stained face. “But I’ll always make you laugh.”

“You can kiss me, too. That’ll work.”

“That’s nice to know,” he smiles, pulling you next to him in an embrace. “Who would’ve thought that you’d be so drawn to my kisses, huh?” He pecks your lips again. “So that’s all you need?”

You nod in response. “Wait for me to calm down and kiss me, hold me. I’ll need that. What about you?”

“I just need you and Heejin, next to me, laughing with me. That’s all.”

“Okay,” you sniff, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll need that, too.”

“It won’t be easy,” he adds, knowing you’re gonna need this assurance, too. “We’re gonna have fights and misunderstandings or days of just wanting to be alone. But ___, you’re my plan, okay? Being a family with you and Heejin is on my vision board, and I’m gonna do everything to make sure that nothing changes that, you hear me? Even if it gets hard, whether things are going fine or a storm clouds over us, we’re going to make it work.”

You savor his words as Jungkook thinks back to when he first saw you, the fierceness in your eyes and the softness of your smile captivating him immediately.

Every moment he’d spent with you is something etched in his brain which he holds onto whenever he needs to feel that sense of purpose in his life, when he wants to remember that happiness. Whether it’s your grit and passion for your job, the selfless way you love those around you, and the strength that you exemplify, you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more.

Your phone’s incessant ringing feels like a hole is being drilled into your head, disturbing your peaceful slumber against the warm body cuddling you from behind. Jungkook’s breath tickles your ear, his gruff moans remind you of last night, and the way he fondles your breast tells you that he likes anything that’s soft, and that, well, a pastry chef’s hand is very skilled; you’re tempted to just go for morning sex if it wasn’t for your mother calling.

“Honey, we’re near,” your mom chirps when you finally pick up. “Make sure to, uh, put some clothes on.”

You groan in response to her giggling then proceed to the bathroom to freshen up. It only takes five minutes for the doorbell to ring and upon opening the door, you find that your earlier barely-awake state is matched by your half-asleep daughter clinging to an amused Jung-jae.

“I tried hard not to wake her up but failed,” he says. “She was kind of cranky but I gave her the alpaca stuffed toy like you said and she went back to sleep.”

“Aww, bubba’s not in the mood,” you chuckle, taking her from him, her arms immediately wrapping around your neck. “Thank you both for keeping her company last night,” you say, inviting them inside.

“Oh, honey. We loved having her. We don’t mind having her on some nights,” your mother says. “You and Jungkook need time for—”

She’s cut off by a shirtless Jungkook walking towards the kitchen mindlessly, eyes widening once you whisper-shout his name.

Your mother clears her throat and continues. “Uh, time for that.”

It’s then you notice the marks you’d left on Jungkook’s neck after you went another round last night after he bore his heart to you. You were so taken by him that your kiss turned heated until you found yourself on top of him, your tiredness compounded but definitely worth it once you finally fell asleep.

“Put a shirt on, you dummy!” You scowl, covering Heejin’s ears.

“You didn’t give me one!” He counters, cheekily waving at your mom and Jung-jae.

“Find one in my closet, now!”

He scurries to your room and you’re left looking and feeling embarrassed.

“Well, I didn’t expect any less from him,” your mother laughs. “But I hope this means that you two aren’t skirting around what you both feel anymore, yeah? And that maybe, one day, Heejin will know of a father who’ll love her unconditionally, though I think Jungkook does that already.”

Jungkook returns with a zipped-up jacket now on before you can say anything, though you’re unsure how to answer that. One at a time, you think, as you watch him make coffee like this is his home.

Not wanting to let Heejin go just yet, you hold onto her while your mom and Jung-jae talk about a spa resort they want to go to as a family, and you get excited at the thought of what that would now mean to you and Jungkook. He seems like he’s looking forward to it, too, as he tries to hide his smile from you.

You eventually bid your mom and Jung-jae goodbye and head back to your room.

“She’s still sleepy, and so am I. Can we sleep in?”

“Of course,” Jungkook smiles.

You place Heejin in between both of you, and a sudden movement causes her to briefly wake up.

“Mama,” she calls out, arms up for you to take.

You kiss her nose and tell her that Kookoo is next to her, too, and she turns to hug him and peck his cheek before turning back to you, squeezing her legs underneath your body.

“Oh, my bubba,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around her. “I love you so much.”

Jungkook watches you tenderly as you cradle your world in your hands, and he wants nothing more than to be able to do that with both of you, too.

You meet his eyes and there’s a glimmer in his, and if there’s a way to capture this so you could look into them during the toughest days, you would.

He leans in to kiss you - one, two, three times.

“I love you, ___.”

They’re words he’d say every day in some way - a note on your to-go coffee, as a cheeky apology after annoying you again, over the phone before he hangs up, and on weekend evenings when he’d stay the night and he’d whisper it to you as you’re just about to fall asleep.

It takes you a month to finally say it back.

You’re at home and Jungkook had just calmed Heejin down from a tantrum by fake-crying along with her, causing her to be upset that he’s crying, so she stops and comforts him instead.

“Stop crying, Kookoo,” she pouts, hugging him.

“I’m okay now. I love you, sunshine,” he chirps, kissing her nose before placing her on the chair then moving to the oven to take out the freshly-baked bread that he’s now an expert at doing.

It’s his patience, his kindness, his child-like nature and thoughtfulness that makes him the person you want, the person you love. The person you want to love you and Heejin for a long time.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you say, each word carrying memories and experiences and emotions in them. “I love you so much.”

He’s caught off guard. He almost drops the pan and burns his finger but he doesn’t mind. Your words are all that matter, so do Heejin’s, as he glances at her smiling face as she calls out his name.

Walking over to you, he kisses you one, two, three times, his own words carrying a little bit more now.

“I love you,” he promises. “I love you with my whole heart.”

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Soulmates

»pairing: Yoongi x reader

»genre: BTS | 13+ | Fluff

»wc/date: 4.5k | June 2023

» warnings: Just some fluff

»Summary: Everyone had a soulmate and many find theirs much faster than others. Throughout her years being alive, Y/n is slowly beginning to lose hope in finding her soulmate. After becoming a successful artist and meeting a new client and a stranger at a cafe, things change very quickly.

» notes: THIS ONE-SHOT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT @loomdiamonds

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Soulmates. The notion of being destined to be with someone, a connection meant to last a lifetime. It's a captivating concept that defies comprehension.

In this extraordinary world, every person bears a unique tattoo on their wrist. It consists of their soulmate's first and middle initials, followed by their last name. For instance, if Y/n's soulmate's name is Tong Sochun, her tattoo would read Tong S.

Discovering one's true soulmate occurs through physical contact, such as a high five. When this happens, the wrist tattoo vanishes, replaced by a new one encircling the ring finger, bearing the partner's full name. From that moment forward, they both embark on a blissful journey together.

Simple, right? Well, not quite.

Y/n's tattoo reads Min Y., a constant reminder since her earliest memories of yearning to meet him or her. However, as the years pass, hope gradually slips away.

Recently, she relocated to Seoul, seeking better prospects in this vibrant metropolis. Unfortunately, after spending considerable time here, it feels like an exercise in futility.

Today, she finds solace in a cozy cafe, engrossed in a new book, relishing her well-deserved day off. These are the moments she eagerly anticipates—a chance to escape reality, stepping out of her apartment and immersing herself in simple pleasures that help momentarily forget about soulmates and the complexities of daily life.

A deep sigh escapes Y/n as she briefly diverts her attention from the book, gazing outside at the enchanting view of Seoul. She offers a faint smile, hugging her coffee mug a little closer. For an instant, she glances down at her wrist, tracing the delicate script that has adorned it since infancy.

Despite her waning hope of finding her soulmate, Y/n yearns to experience the same happiness her parents share—a love so profound, nurtured from childhood, and fortified by a single hug in first grade.

It's every girl's dream—to witness her mom and dad, who never had to embark on wild adventures to find their destined partner.

Setting her cup down, Y/n sweeps her hair away from her face, observing as the first snowflakes begin their gentle descent from the sky. Her gaze drifts downward, lost in contemplation.

Out there, somewhere, Y/n's soulmate patiently awaits. Perhaps they ponder the same questions that haunt her. Uncertainty and countless inquiries swirl within them, chief among them being the fear of rejection.

Rejection is a cruel blow, one that cuts deeply. It ranks among the worst acts one can inflict on another, second only to criminal behavior. When you experience outright rejection, your tattoos vanish, and you become destined to never find love again. Even if you were to try, happiness would forever elude you. It's challenging to articulate fully but rest assured, it's a devastating fate to endure.

What if Y/n's soulmate has passed away, unbeknownst to her? The same fate awaits.

Love becomes an elusive concept, eternal happiness forever out of reach. If she never gets the chance to be with her soulmate, life becomes an unrelenting misery. It's an unfortunate reality, one that plagues the minds of all who ponder the enigma of soulmates.

This notion has even crossed Y/n's mind. At twenty-eight, while all her friends have found their soulmates, she has begun to wonder if her day will ever come. Perhaps her destined partner is no longer among the living. Yet, her wrist bears the undeniable mark—a reminder that they still exist, waiting to be discovered.

"What is a lovely lady like yourself doing all alone up here?" a male voice suddenly interrupts, causing Y/n to jump slightly.

She turns her head and finds a tall man with shaggy brown hair, his warm smile directed at her. Returning the smile, she shrugs her shoulders and raises her book. "Just reading, cherishing the simple things."

Nodding, he gestures toward the empty seat in front of her, silently seeking permission to join her. Y/n agrees, and as he settles across from her, her eyes are drawn to his hand. She notices a name etched around his ring finger, and a quiet sigh escapes her. 'Of course, someone as good-looking as him has already found his soulmate,' she muses inwardly.

"You'll find them one day," he remarks suddenly, causing Y/n's eyes to widen in surprise. 'Did I say it out loud?'

Chuckling, he holds up his hand, his gaze fixed on her bewildered expression. "You were staring, so I assumed you were questioning yourself." Y/n offers a faint smile as she turns her gaze back to the window, where the falling snow gradually blankets the ground.

"It's astonishing to think that somewhere out there, my soulmate awaits me," she muses, looking down at her tattoo with a tender smile. "I admit, meeting them is a truly magical experience." She takes a deep breath and glances at the man, finding him already gazing at her with a smile.

"Hopefully, that day comes soon," she confesses, her fingers gently tracing the tattoo. "This waiting game has become unbearable."

The man chuckles in response to her words, understanding etched on his face as he takes a sip of his coffee. Once again, they sit in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence until Y/n breaks the quietude.

"I apologize for my rudeness. I'm Chun Y/n," she introduces herself.

"Chun?" he says, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. Y/n nods, offering a sweet smile. "Yes, I'm not originally from Seoul. I moved here from Namyang-dong."

He nods, his grin widening. "Well, my name is Hoseok, and I might just know your soulmate," he declares, standing up and leaving Y/n perplexed.

"Wait, what?"

"Chun is a rare last name, right? I don't think I've ever come across anyone with that surname," he explains, prompting Y/n to slowly nod. "Yes, it's more common in Japan, if I'm not mistaken."

Gently taking hold of her hand, Hoseok gazes down at her tattoo, humming in contemplation. "Well, a good friend of mine, who recently returned to back to Seoul, bears your last name and initial on his wrist. He hasn't met his soulmate yet. It's possible that the two of you are destined for each other."

"But I'm confused," Y/n interjects, withdrawing her hand. "Is that why you approached me? Do you do this with many women?"

Hoseok bursts into hearty laughter, a sound that oddly resembles a windshield wiper, shaking his head. "No, I mistook you for my fiancée by accident. You two have a striking resemblance, and when I noticed your mark, I thought I'd explore the possibility."

"Oh, I see..." Y/n says, leaning back in her seat. "So, what now? If I choose to entertain this possibility, how will I meet your friend?"

Hoseok smirks, reclining in his chair and taking another sip of his coffee. "Leave that to me Chun Y/n."

Sometimes, Y/n finds herself plagued by a persistent thought that whispers she may never cross paths with her soulmate. It's as if the universe has singled her out, marking her as one of the unlucky ones destined to live without that profound connection. This notion lingers, casting a shadow of doubt and loneliness over her heart.

Yet, despite occasional glimmers of hope ignited by her encounter at the café, Y/n has learned to temper her expectations. She has grown accustomed to guarding her heart, shielding herself from the potential pain of disappointment.

In this particular moment, Y/n is immersed in her art studio at work, fully absorbed in a new piece taking shape on her canvas.

Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door interrupts her concentration, drawing her attention towards the entrance. Her face lights up with a smile as she sees her boss, Kim Namjoon, stepping into the room, accompanied by an incredibly striking man.

Rising gracefully from her seat, Y/n warmly greets them both, and Namjoon turns towards his companion, ready to make the introductions.

"Y/n, this is Yoongi, my best friend and a producer," Namjoon announces, his voice tinged with pride. "Yoongi, meet Y/n, one of my incredibly talented artists. She's the one who painted that remarkable piece you showed interest in a few months ago."

A delicate blush colors Y/n's cheeks as she gazes at the man introduced as Yoongi. His presence commands attention, and the timbre of his deep voice momentarily catches her off guard. "Thank you," she responds graciously, her voice gentle and composed. "I truly appreciate your kind words, sir."

Yoongi, his eyes seemingly locked on Y/n, offers her a warm smile. "Please, call me Yoongi. I'm intrigued by the story behind that captivating painting," he says, his curiosity evident as he takes a leisurely stroll around her studio, Namjoon following closely behind. Together, they admire the artwork adorning the walls, until their attention is drawn to a copy of the painting that had caught their eye.

With a steadying breath, Y/n prepares to share the tale behind her creation. As she points to the two figures portrayed in the painting, she feels Yoongi's unwavering gaze upon her. She strives to maintain her professional composure, even as her heart flutters with anticipation. Her words flow with passion and depth, painting a vivid picture with her storytelling.

"Beautiful," Yoongi remarks, causing Y/n to momentarily lose herself in his gaze. A deeper shade of pink graces her cheeks, and Namjoon interjects, unwittingly shattering the enchantment.

"Speaking of soulmates, Yoongi here wanted to commission a piece for his own," Namjoon shares, unknowingly pricking at Y/n's delicate hopes. Swiftly, she masks any trace of disappointment and offers a genuine smile. "It would be my pleasure to create a piece for you, Yoongi."

"Hey, Y/n," Namjoon says with a warm smile. "I need to take a quick call. I'll be right back." Without waiting for a response, he exits the room, leaving Y/n alone in the studio.

Just as their connection seems to deepen, a stack of papers held precariously in Yoongi's hands begins to waver, threatening to tumble to the floor. In an instant, a gust of wind rushes through the studio from Namjoon leaving briefly, scattering the papers in all directions.

Reacting with swift reflexes, both Y/n and Yoongi instinctively reach out to catch the fleeing sheets, their hand's mere inches away from touching. Their eyes meet briefly, a fleeting spark of electric anticipation passing between them, hinting at the profound connection that almost transpired.

Yet, their near-touch is abruptly interrupted as Namjoon bursts into the studio, his voice filled with urgency. "Yoongi, we have to go. It's already 3, and we'll be late for our meeting with Jin." Namjoon swiftly exits the studio, with Yoongi following in his wake. However, before he leaves, Yoongi turns back to offer Y/n one final smile. "I look forward to working with you, Y/n."

Returning the smile, Y/n bows respectfully. "Likewise," she replies softly as Yoongi walks away, leaving her once again in the solitude of her studio. A sigh escapes her lips as she settles back into her seat, her gaze fixed upon the canvas before her. "Every time, Y/n," she whispers to herself, a tinge of frustration evident in her voice.

Shaking off her thoughts, Y/n firmly grasps her paintbrush, determined to pour her emotions onto the canvas once more. Stroke by stroke, she channels her hopes and dreams, infusing her art with passion, knowing that one day, amidst the uncertainty that lingers, her soulmate might just find her.

"I'm curious, what prompted your call today?" Y/n asked, taking a sip of her coffee. She heard Hoseok chuckle on the other end of the line as she finished tidying up her workstation and made her way toward the bedroom in her studio.

"Your soulmate, of course," Hoseok replied, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. It had been about three days since they had met at the café, and ever since, Hoseok had been eager to introduce his friend to Y/n to determine if they were potential soulmates.

Unfortunately, due to their busy schedules and Y/n's dedication to her artwork, they hadn't been able to meet yet. Despite Hoseok having a soulmate, Y/n couldn't shake Mr. Yoongi from her thoughts. She knew it was wrong since they could never be together, but she couldn't help but think about him.

"I don't know, Hoseok," Y/n said as she sat on the bed in the bedroom. Mr. Kim, the building owner, had kindly agreed to remodel her studio into an apartment-like space, complete with a sleeping area. Y/n was grateful for this arrangement since she practically lived in her studio more than her actual home.

"Why not, Y/n? He's available tonight, and so are you. It's perfect," Hoseok persisted, causing Y/n to roll her eyes and glance out the window at the weather. "I'm still at work, and even if I go, I probably won't have time to go home and freshen up. Besides, have you seen the weather outside?"

"You're impossible, Chun Y/n, you know that?" Hoseok teased, eliciting a laugh from Y/n. After some time on the phone and a bit of convincing, she eventually agreed to finally meet Hoseok's friend that night. Once she hung up, she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the upcoming meeting.

'Try not to get your hopes up, Y/n. There's a strong possibility it's just a coincidence,' she thought to herself. As she lay there, a knock on her studio door interrupted her thoughts. She got up and opened the door, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the man in front of her.

"Mr. Yoongi?"

"Hello, I just came to talk to you briefly about the painting. May I come in?" he asked politely. Y/n nodded, opening the door wider for him to enter. She took note of his well-fitted suit and noticed that his hair was now styled in waves instead of being pushed back.

Closing the door behind him, Mr. Yoongi stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. "So, have you thought of any ideas for your painting for them?"

He paused for a moment, turning to look at Y/n. "Well, I'd love to hear your ideas. I've made a list of possibilities, but I'm not entirely sure."

"I'd love to help you in any way I can. Let's start by discussing how you would describe your soulmate," Y/n said, walking over to her desk to grab her notepad. She heard him sigh as he took a seat on a random chair, capturing Y/n's attention.

"I haven't met them just yet," he said quietly, his words drawing Y/n's full attention. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, really," Mr. Yoongi replied, looking up at Y/n with a slight smile before leaning back in the chair. "After I saw your artwork—forgive me if this sounds creepy—but I couldn't help but look more and more at all of your pieces. Since starting my career as a producer, I feel like I've lost touch with people, and I stopped actively searching."

Y/n nodded, immediately understanding his sentiment as it resonated with her own feelings. As much as she wanted to meet her soulmate, with each passing day, her hope dwindled, fearing that perhaps they didn't want to be found.

"When I saw your artwork, it instantly made me feel alive again. It made me see the brighter side of things and gave me the courage to give the search another try after all these years," he continued, locking eyes with Y/n.

Unbeknownst to her, her heart began to beat faster. "Thanks to you, I found hope again. With this painting, I want to convey that even during my period of giving up, not a day went by that I didn't think about them. And who better to paint it than the person who restored my hope?"

Y/n smiled warmly, feeling honored by his words. She jotted down some notes in her notebook. "Well, just know that I am truly honored to undertake this for you. Your soulmate is already so fortunate to have you."

They engaged in a conversation, discussing various ideas for the painting until Mr. Yoongi's phone suddenly rang. He apologized and checked the caller ID. "I'm sorry, but I have to meet up with a friend right now."

"That's alright. Let's call it a night," Y/n said, setting her notebook aside as they both stood up. She walked him to the door, and as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of a flyer hanging nearby. "You're having a showcase?"

"Yes, it's the day after tomorrow. You're welcome to come if you'd like," Y/n replied, offering a polite smile. Nodding, Mr. Yoongi returned the smile before opening the door. "I'll definitely stop by. See you later. And thank you again for your assistance."

"Anytime, Mr. Yoongi," Y/n said, bidding him farewell.

"Wow, I had no idea you were such a talented artist!" Hoseok exclaimed, his eyes scanning the art gallery where Y/n's showcase was taking place. Y/n chuckled softly and nodded in response.

"Well, to be fair, we haven't known each other for that long," she replied graciously, expressing her gratitude to the attendees. Hoseok seized the opportunity to inquire about her recent date. Turning towards Y/n, he asked, "So, how did the date go? Are you guys soulmates?"

Y/n let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. "They never showed up," she stated, her gaze focused on a piece of artwork in front of them.

Strangely, she wasn't as disheartened as one might expect. In fact, she had almost decided not to attend the date herself after her encounter with Mr. Yoongi. "I should probably strangle him," Hoseok muttered under his breath, expressing his frustration with his unreliable friend.

As Hoseok continued venting about his friend's unreliability, Y/n turned her head to the side and caught sight of someone entering the gallery. A light smile formed on her lips for a brief moment before she quickly shook her head and redirected her attention back to Hoseok.

It's not him, Y/n. Remember, don't get your hopes up. His soulmate is out there, and it's unlikely to be you, she reminded herself silently, glancing down at her wrist.

Although Y/n had met Mr. Yoongi twice, she had never caught a glimpse of his wrist to determine their compatibility. In truth, she preferred not to know. She had been making an effort to stop thinking about him, but for some inexplicable reason, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts.

"He's right there. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Hoseok grumbled, his frown directed at someone behind Y/n. Shaking her head at his impulsive behavior, Y/n decided to stroll around her exhibit, relishing in the pride she felt for how far she had come in her career.

Painting had always been her refuge, her way of escaping reality, and each canvas held its own unique journey and story. While she never shared those stories with the public, she delighted in hearing people's theories and interpretations of her artwork.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/n found herself standing in front of her piece titled "Loveless Love." Several people had gathered around it, captivated by its beauty and engaged in discussions. This sight brought a wider smile to her face.

"It's a truly beautiful piece, as I've told you before," a familiar voice spoke, causing Y/n to jump slightly in surprise. She turned her head and saw Yoongi standing there, his gummy smile radiating warmth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright," Y/n replied, her gaze returning to the painting. She could feel Yoongi's eyes on her, causing a gentle blush to color her cheeks as she focused on the artwork before them. Despite the crowd surrounding them, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room.

"So beautiful," Yoongi whispered, capturing Y/n's attention once again. She met his gaze, and in his eyes, she saw a certain look.

Slowly, he reached up his hand, his fingers tenderly grazing her cheek before delicately tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n's heart fluttered as she gazed up at Yoongi, the man she had come to love deeply. They sat together under the shade of a grand tree, sharing an intimate picnic. Her eyes met his, captivated by the gentle glimmer in his deep brown orbs, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

"Yoongi," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I can't help but wonder... how much do you love me?" As she spoke, Y/n noticed the beautiful ring adorning her left ring finger, engraved with Yoongi's full name.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers, and he tenderly clasped her hands. "Trying to extract my wedding vows, huh?" he playfully remarked. "Well, I'm afraid that's top-secret information. But I can promise you, my love for you is immeasurable." His words were accompanied by a light chuckle as he lightly tapped her shoulder.

Unable to contain her joy, Y/n giggled and lightly tapped his good shoulder in return. Leaning down, Yoongi planted a soft kiss on her head, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "Seriously, I want to know," Y/n insisted, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her gaze.

Her expression turned tender as she spoke, her voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "My love for you knows no bounds. It will endure through rain and sunshine, treating you like a precious diamond and never letting you wander far from my side. Even when distance separates us, you'll always remain in my heart, every second of every day. My love for you will bloom until my very last breath, for with you, I have found purpose and a love I want to show you." Y/n's eyes sparkled as she held Yoongi's gaze, her love pouring forth.

Yoongi's gaze softened, brimming with warmth and adoration. "I remember the first time I saw you," he reminisced.

"From that moment, I knew you were my soulmate. Your presence in your studio captured my attention completely. Your eyes, your smile... they stole my heart the instant you spoke. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. And to this day, I can't believe how perfectly we were meant to be. You are everything I've ever dreamed of in a soulmate, and now, you are mine. Please never doubt how much I appreciate everything you do for us. You mean the world to me, and I love you with all my heart."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with warmth and delight. "Stop," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of affection and amusement. "That was so cute, it might make me start crying." She covered her face with her hands, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of Yoongi's love.

Yoongi chuckled softly and gently removed her hands, his lips pressing against the back of them. "And if you do cry," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "I'll always be here to wipe away your tears."

Feeling her heart swell with love, Y/n sat up fully, being careful not to bump her head on a tree branch. Their eyes met once again, and the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little universe.

"I can't wait to marry you," Yoongi confessed, his hand tenderly caressing Y/n's cheek. Her smile grew wider, and she felt an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Y/n leaned forward and kissed Yoongi with all the passion and love she held within her. The kiss started softly but soon deepened, as every inch of their bodies and souls melted into one another. Yoongi's hands cradled Y/n's face, ensuring the perfect connection, while she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Finally, they pulled apart, their lips still tingling, but their smiles radiant and content. Y/n rested her head on Yoongi's chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.

Time seemed to stand still as Y/n gasped, returning to reality. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Yoongi, astonishment etched on both their faces. Slowly, a slight pain emanated from her wrist and left ring finger, drawing their attention downward.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire room had turned their gaze towards the couple, their curiosity piqued. Y/n's wrist tattoo faded away, replaced by a name on her ring finger—Min Yoongi.

"Oh my god," Y/n whispered in awe, her eyes flickering up to meet Yoongi's matching expression.

He is my soulmate. He's who I've been waiting for, she thought, her heart overflowing with joy.

Countless questions swirled in her mind, but before she could voice them, Yoongi took action. In a moment of pure instinct, he pressed his lips against hers, leaving Y/n breathless and captivated once again. She gasped in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, their connection growing stronger with every passing second.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, but Y/n blushed profusely, hiding her face in Yoongi's chest. His laughter reverberated through his chest as he relished in her adorable reaction. "See, Y/n? I told you I knew your soulmate," Hoseok declared triumphantly, catching the attention of both Y/n and Yoongi.

"He's the one I was supposed to meet?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with astonishment. Hoseok nodded, and Y/n turned to Yoongi, finding the same disbelief mirrored in his eyes.

"Yes, Yoongi, she's the one you stood up last night," Hoseok explained, prompting Y/n to laugh wholeheartedly.

"In my defense, I didn't go because I got caught up in work after visiting you," Yoongi confessed, causing Y/n to smile and playfully shake her head. "It's alright. At least now we know who this painting is for."

Yoongi's eyes softened as he whispered, "Yes, my beautiful soulmate, Chun Y/n." Y/n's heart raced, and her smile widened further. Embracing the moment, Yoongi leaned in for a quick peck on her lips. "Guys, please get a room," Hoseok groaned, earning giggles from everyone witnessing the affectionate exchange.

"Can't I cherish my beautiful soulmate?" Yoongi playfully retorted, his eyes shining with adoration.

"Stop it," Y/n protested, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She looked down shyly, only to be gently guided by Yoongi to meet his gaze once more. "Don't be shy now, Y/n. This is how it will be forever. I promise you," he declared, his voice brimming with sincerity.

"Forever," Y/n whispered, her eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "I absolutely love the sound of that." Their love had found its place, and from that moment on, they embarked on an enchanting journey, hand in hand, destined for a future filled with eternal love and happiness.