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Stay With Me | Secrets

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, fluff

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Maybe this could work after all. Warnings: swearing, light drinking, very emotional, explicit smut, 18+ content

MINISERIES COLLECTION

It’s almost midnight and you’re still sitting on the worn leather sofa in Jungkook’s apartment, two beers, half a pizza and several nostalgic family conversations later. It’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s warm. There’s a move playing on the tv but nobody’s been paying attention to it, far too engrossed in each other’s company to care. Right now your son’s fighting with his own heavy eyelids to stay awake beside you.

“Seol… Are you tired sweetie?” You nudge him playfully with your elbow, to which he frowns and shakes his head softly.

Jungkook sits at the other side of your son wearing a bunny-like grin, his tattooed arm is draped over the back of the sofa and his fingertips are secretly toying with your ponytail behind Seol’s back. His gaze is fond when it meets yours, his doe-eyes bright and sparkly with something indescribable that compliments his smile.

“No mom. M’fine...” He mumbles, head bobbing with the threat of impromptu slumber.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed… I’m gonna head out now anyway so you’re not missing much. Just dad snoring.” You chuckle.

When Jungkook shoots you a quizzical frown you shake your head gently, being sure Seol doesn’t see. Truthfully you have no intention of leaving any time soon, there are still so many unspoken words that need to be said between you and your ex-husband.

So you say goodnight to Seol, slip your shoes back on and stand in the hallway until Jungkook comes back out to grab you and sneak you into his bedroom. It’s stupid and childish and you feel similar to how you felt when Jungkook snuck you into his student apartment for the first time back in college. His roommate and life long best friend Jimin caught you an hour later, his eyes blown wide with shock upon entering Kook’s bedroom and seeing your legs high up in the air with his best friend between them. You’re silently giggling to yourself in the hallway when you recall the memory clear as day, it’s funny how things have a way of circling back around.

“Pssst…” Jungkook slowly opens his door, you can just about make out his sharp jawline through the tiny gap in the door, “Take your shoes off cause otherwise he’ll hear. Why do you even wear heels? They’re so unpractical.”

“I went out tonight.” You remind him softly, “I had to dress up.”

“You never have to dress up for me.” Kook smiles genuinely, sending a swarm of butterflies to your stomach, “But seriously take them off or we’re done for.”

You roll your eyes, but oblige. Slipping back into his home as quietly as possible, making sure to grab another beer from the fridge before being shoved into your ex-husbands bedroom. You’ve never been in here before, it’s strange. The décor is monochrome and simple but to be perfectly honest you expected nothing less from Mr Minimal. His bedsheets have been haphazardly thrown onto his king sized bed, the curtains are drawn and the smell of vanilla stains the air.

“So…” Jungkook closes the door behind him, being sure to lock it just in case. “What happened with Hoseok?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You shake your head with a kind smile, taking a seat on the bed. “He was nice, but it was never going to work.” And that’s the truth, Hoseok is nice, but he’s not someone you can envision spending the rest of your life with.

Kook nods, biting back his own somewhat smug grin, “What makes you think it wasn’t going to work out with him?”

You inhale, exhale, inhale, pause for a moment, exhale… It’s now or never.

“It was never going to work with Hoseok… because he’s not you.”

From the doorway Jungkook’s heart stops beating. Did he just hear that right? A bright heartfelt smile blankets his sharps features. He looks at you, looking at him, and digests what you’ve just said. Sitting in your black strapless dress you look nothing short of stunning, he was a fool to let you go the first time and he’s sure as hell not going to repeat his biggest mistake.

“I-, I guess I understand why you walked out on me last weekend…” You sigh, “But if we’re gonna make this work, if we’re going to try… We have to start communicating better.”

“Is that what you want?” Hope drips from Kook’s tone, his legs carry him over to where you’re perched on his bed before he can stop himself. “You’re sure? You wanna try again? With me?”

You’re nodding, shaky nervous breaths escaping you when he kneels in front of you, cupping your face between his warm inked hands. He’s gazing up at you with so much adoration that you’re seconds from crying but thankfully manage to keep the tears from spilling. He’s so handsome, so effortlessly handsome that your heart skips a beat.

“If you’re willing to.” You exhale, stare fixed to his. It’s like time itself stands still when he sighs, his eyes glassy and swimming in his past mistakes.

“That’s all I want Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He admits with a quivering lip that tugs on your heartstrings, he tries to laugh it off but you don’t miss the few tears cascading down his cheek. “I love you, I’ve always loved you, I never stopped… Not for a second. It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

That’s when your own emotions betray you and you have to smile through the quiet sobs leaving your open mouth. “Kook…” You sigh, softly placing your hands over his, “I love you, I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that.”

“And you’re sure you mean this? I’m not going to wake up to an empty apartment tomorrow?”

“I mean it.” You nod again, reassuring him, “But we need to set some ground rule—”

“Anything.” He cuts you off with breathy laughter and a soft head shake, “I’ll do anything you want me to Y/N, anything.”

You’re giggling now too, removing his hands from your cheeks to hold them gently on your lap, fingers laced with his for what feels like the first time all over again. “First of all Seol can’t know… not yet, not until we’re sure this is going to work.”

“Oh it’s going to work I promise you.” He kisses your hand, tucking his lip between his teeth to stifle the huge smile he’s still wearing, his hooded doe-eyes stuck on yours, “But that’s a sensible idea, we don’t wanna confuse him.”

“Exactly… and we need to start communicating better. Like a lot better.” Your thumb grazes the back of his hand, you can’t help but notice he feels right under your touch. Like he was made for you. Like you were made for each other.

Jungkook is nodding in agreement, “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, staring now.” He uses your joined hands to wipe away his salty tears, “I really want to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.” You flirt, and he feels like the hole in his heart is finally being filled.

“I just have one request first…” He grins, happiness and relief oozing from his body when he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs on himself, holding his weight above your frame with two strong arms. “Say it again.” He beams.

Your brows furrow, but it doesn’t rid your face of joy, “Say what again?”

His forehead rests against yours, the bend of his nose flush with your own, lips so threateningly close to yours that one movement would cause you them to touch. His breath is warm on your skin, dark eyelashes dust the tops of his cheekbones when his eyes flutter shut, his voice merely a whisper.

“I love you Y/N.”

Your hands find purchase on his cheeks, using your fingertips to toy with the silver hoop earrings he always wears, you’re grinning like an idiot, as is he, “I love you Jungkook.”

When he kisses your lips you sigh contently against his, this should’ve been the first time you kissed after the divorce. The kiss itself is like magic, like fireworks exploding in every nerve, every square inch of your body when his tongue slips into your mouth. He kisses you so sweetly, so gently as though he’s afraid of breaking you. But the passion is undeniable, you’re pinned to the bed, head kicked back in bliss, hands exploring the exposed artwork on Jungkook’s arms.

“You have no idea…” He chuckles, lips peppering open-mouth kisses to the flesh of your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbones. “How many times I’ve thought about this moment...”

Your voice sounds similar to a whine, completely and utterly lost in the familiar tingles of desire, “Me too…”

“Is there a rule on taking things slow like... physically?” He’s kissing and kitten licking your neck just below your ear, your ponytail exposing every bit of sensitive skin below your face. “Cause’ you’ve got about thirty seconds before I completely lose my mind and show you just how much I’ve missed you…” He admits hopelessly, a shaky whimper leaving his lips when he grinds his clothed core against yours.

You’re in a love drunk daze, already pushing your hips up needily to meet his movements, “I-, I don’t know…” You admit, you want this so bad, you want him so bad. But is it too soon? “What do you think? I-, I mean I want to do this…”

“Yeah?” He pulls back with messy hair and pink kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile, “I want to too. Fuck, I really want to baby… I’ve never stopped wanting to.”

The forgotten pet name sends a wave of heat coursing through your veins, you’re smiling, panting, nodding, pulling his face down to meet yours in a frenzied messy kiss. You’re both grinning so much that your teeth clink together momentarily, before lust takes over and he swirls his tongue against yours again, this time paired with a low moan that has your head spinning.

“We’re gonna have to be quiet though.” You remind him with a whisper, stifling your own needy whimper when he attacks your chest with lewd kisses and licks that should be illegal.

At this his brow quirks, amused, he’s smirking, “Who are you telling? If memory serves me right…” He lowers his head, dragging one hand up the bend of your waist until it’s at the neckline of your strapless dress. In one swift movement he tugs it down, the black material pooling your middle when your bare breasts spring free. “You’re the one who’s gonna have a hard time keeping it down…”

“Jungkook.” You say sternly. Your eyes roll playfully before they settle on his face, staring at your naked chest like it’s a work of art designed only for him.

His brows furrow when he wets his lips, still completely enthralled by the sight of your breasts. Even after all these years you’re perfect to him, you’re beautiful, you’re a goddess in his eyes and he’s struggling to keep it together and not flip you over and fuck you seven ways to Sunday right now. But he wants to savour this night, wants to take his time and treat you exactly how you deserved to be treated.

“I’ve really fucking missed these, did they get bigger?” One hand holds his weight above you, the other comes down to knead the swell of one breast and you groan at the sensation. “Oh they definitely got bigger…” He affirms with a satisfied nod and low chuckle, “What did we just say about keeping it down?”

Your ears are ringing, body hot and desperate for more, you don’t have it in you to argue with him right now. And you’re sure you’ll have plenty of time to scold him in the future. “Jungkook please, do something.” You exhale shakily, nails digging into his clothed shoulder blades.

At this he pulls back to his knees with another dangerous smirk and rids himself of the oversized grey shirt standing in your way, exposing every tanned bump and lump, muscle and tattoo that he has to offer. He tosses it behind and sinks back down to your body, taking a hard nipple into his mouth before gently sucking, swirling his flat tongue over the sensitive area that has your back arching from the bed.

“Fuck-, oh Kook…” You whisper, mouth falling open into a silent ‘o’ with your eyes squeezed shut.

“Mmm…” He groans, moving onto the other one to claim it with his mouth, “Baby… Never forgot how sensitive you are.” He grins, taking the swell of your breast in his large palm where he massages it, thumbing over your nipple all while lapping up the other one.

If he wasn’t between your legs right now you’d be clamping them shut to relieve the throbbing sensation happening down there. You’re already obscenely wet, your slick spilling onto your lacey thong with each and every lick and squeeze he’s providing. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this, truthfully nobody but him has ever made you feel like this.

“Please…” Your head flies back into the pillows, hips buckling up to grind against the very noticeably large bulge in his sweats. He almost chokes from the contact, quickly losing himself to the feeling.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow my load in my pants.” He warns you with a quirked brow, “It’s been... a while.” He laughs mostly to himself, quickly finding the zipper of your dress before discarding it to the ground along with his shirt. The way his eyes roam the shape of your body is enthralling, like he’s pulling you under his spell with his sinful stare.

“How long are we talking?” Truthfully you fucking hate the idea of him being with another woman like this, even though you probably have no right to feel that way. He’s kicking his sweatpants off when he cocks his head to one side nervously, ruffling his dark hair.

“Two years and four months now.”

“What?!” You sit up on your elbows in astonishment. He hasn’t had sex since… The last time you slept together. You figured he would’ve had at least a few drunken fumbles in the time you’ve been apart. That being said, it’s been the exact same amount of time since you had sex too.

“Shhh…” He laughs, “Let’s not get into that right now…” He shakes his head, lowering himself to your already wrecked panties with a smirk, “I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

And just like that you’re free of your underwear and lying on the bed completely naked. You don’t miss the way Jungkook visibly ogles you in all your glory, eyes hooded and darkened with lust and adoration. He starts with a finger, slowly dipping it between your sopping folds, dragging the wetness up to your clit where he gently presses the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god Koo—!”

“Shhh... Be quiet remember.” He giggles lightly, as though he’s not teasing your pussy and making you a writhing mess on the sheets right now. It’s when he lowers himself to eat you out that you lose the will to live. It feels fucking amazing. Each dizzy lick of his tongue has you muffling moans with the back of your hand. He’s slow, then fast, then light, then hard, spiralling around your clit with varying pressures and speeds as though eating you out is his second language.

Your hips push up to mirror his actions, shoving your pussy closer to his multitalented mouth, but his hands come up to grip them and slam you back down onto the mattress, holding you in place. It’s like you’re struggling in his grip, all you want is to feel more of his tongue but he is simply not playing ball.

“Wanna take my time with you.” He murmurs against your sensitive skin. It’s then that he hooks his arms over your thighs, pinning you in place with his forearms before his thumbs spread your folds apart. His tongue meets your clit again, only this time it’s mind blowing and you can’t keep yourself quiet.

“Shit! Jungkook…” You groan, you’re nothing less than a panting mess, heartbeat in sync with the quick flicks and slurps of his lips.

Jungkook smirks to himself when he peers up at the wreckage of a woman you’ve become, your hands deep in your hair tugging at your scalp. Eyes squeezed shut while you concentrate on exactly what he’s doing to you. Your back arches from the mattress again when he delivers one particularly harsh suck to your nub. It’s insane, how quickly he can make you come undone and how much he loves to do it. He buries his face deeper into your folds until his nose and chin glisten with your juices, until you’re holding a pillow over your mouth to muffle your screams.

“Fuck! Jungkook, Jungkook please-, don’t stop!” He can just about make out your words through the heavy duck feather pillow you’re crushing with your hands, “Don’t fucking stop!”

As the edges of a warm, sweet release starts to envelop your senses Jungkook snakes a hand down to your entrance, slipping two fingers inside effortlessly and you let out a loud, deep moan.

He smirks again, he’s got you exactly where he’s always wanted you. The same place he had you many, many times before now. The same place he plans to have you many, many times from now too. He hums, satisfied with the sinful noises you’re making.

“Feel good baby?” He asks, as though the answer isn’t spilling out onto his palm and chin right now.

“Feel good?” You scoff, only to be cut off my another throaty groan, “It… feels amazing.” You’re breathless, painfully so, especially when he curves his fingers, speeding up. “Oh… Don’t stop… Please, don’t fucking stop!”

Nothing will wipe the shit-eating grin from his features, absolutely nothing. He remembers how to push your buttons, so he carries on doing exactly that. Your walls tighten around him and he sucks your clit slowly, contrasting with the quick assault of his dripping fingers. And just like that it hits you, all that pent-up frustration, all the emotions, all the love, all the relief, all the passion. It all crashes down on you in a rush of euphoria that has high pitched wines escaping you.

After you come you feel delirious, you sigh, you laugh, you shudder.

Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand, thinking to himself it’s a fucking good job that Seol is a heavy sleeper and is in a room at the other end of the apartment. He knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and he revelled in the fact it was him that made you all sweaty and breathless. He crawls on top of you, kissing you feverishly with the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

“Mmmm…” He moans quietly, rolling his hips to meet your soaking core. His cock is rock hard beneath his boxer shorts, screaming for attention in a way that has his whole body tingling. “So how are we gonna go about this?” He chuckles, licking down to your chest where he attacks your nipples with tiny kisses and playful bites.

“Want you to fuck me good, like you always did.” You exhale with a lazy smile, hissing between your teeth when he sucks your breast harshly, leaving his mark.

“No promises.” He comes back up with a smile until your noses press together, “Probably going to last sixty seconds if that.”

You kiss him, fingernails raking down the spans of his muscular back, “Better make them count then honey.”

Honey. Jungkook’s heart feels close to exploding from his chest. Mirroring the way his cock feels right now straining against his cotton boxers. “I’ll try.” He laughs, never breaking the kiss when he slides his underwear off with one hand, kicking them off the bed. “Wait, are you still on the pill?”

Your eyes snap open with realisation, “No…do you have condoms?”

“I haven’t had sex in over two years, what do you think?” He sighs with a pained frown, dropping his head into the crook of your neck in defeat.

“Oh I have one in my purse! It’s in the zip pocket!” You gasp excitedly and Jungkook throws himself off you at lightning speed to retrieve the YSL bag he gifted you four Christmases ago.

When he finds the foil square in question the date on the wrapper catches his eye, his head kicks back in frustration and his voice drips with disappointment when he speaks. “Y/N… this went out of date two years ago.”

No. No this isn’t happening to you right now. “Are you sure?” You’re frowning, propping yourself up onto your elbows on the bed when he shoves the condom in your face, fingers angrily tapping the expiry date. He’s right.

Truthfully you haven’t slept with anyone since… Well since Jungkook. There’s been a few opportunities but you haven’t gone the whole way with anybody since him. Maybe one day you’ll both look back on this and see the funny side of the situation, but right now, fuelled by nothing than desire, it’s no laughing matter.

“Or I could take care of you with my mouth…”

“You sure? Don’t get me wrong I’d love to fuck you-”

“Actually you can just pull out!” You blurt and Jungkook flashes you the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him wear, as if to say ‘are you being serious?’. “Yeah… pull out, it’ll be fine. Or I can always go to the store tomorrow and take a plan B.”

His lips purse, his frown deepens, but then he catches sight of your naked body splayed on his mattress only for him and he caves. “You sure?”

Nodding frantically you smile, “Positive. It’ll be fine. Come here.”

“Ready for the best thirty seconds of your life?” He wiggles his brows knowingly with a low chuckle before making his way back over to the bed, holding himself on top of you.

You snort, kissing his jaw to reignite the mood, “What happened to sixty?”

“Fucking you raw is gonna be…” He shakes his head laughing, “You’ll be lucky to get ten seconds out of me baby.”

You muffle his amusement with your mouth, kissing him hungrily as though you’re starving and he’s your favourite meal. And just like that he’s moaning, hard cock slipping between the wetness of your folds, teasing and prodding your entrance and clit with every movement. It doesn’t take long for the familiar carnal desire to return, you’re both panting into the kiss along with whispered profanities.

“Fuck me Jungkook…” You whisper, snaking your hand down his taught torso to grip the base of his shaft. He hisses against your lips, taking them between his teeth before tugging them back roughly.

“Let me show you just how much I missed you.” His voice is barely audible, so emotional and raw.

“Mmmm, ooohhh—”

You both groan when he pushes himself inside. He’s so long. He’s so wide. You feel so full. And so heavy with excitement, weighed down by lust and greed. He begins to thrust, pulling back and pushing forward, slowly, tentatively, until your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you’re a moaning shell of the woman you once were. Again.

“Fuck-,” Jungkook’s breaths are heavy and ragged, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving your face. “I…” He kisses you again, softly, in sync with the roll of his hips that continues you stuff you repeatedly and brush against your sweetest spot. “Y/N I…”

“Mmmm?” You gasp, raking your fingers up his sides, feeling every part of his body beneath your palms. He’s clammy and hot, muscular yet soft. And in this moment he’s all yours.

Jungkook feels overwhelmed by love, his head is spinning and his balls are hot and already threatening to explode. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to disguise his quivering chin. He’s missed you so fucking much. Finally, fucking finally, you’re his. He’s not going to lose you this time, he can’t. That’s just not an option. His breath is hot against your collarbone when he continues to make love to you, slow and deep, dragging out the pleasure for as long as he can.

“I love you… I’ve missed you so much.” He breaks, swallowing his cries and passing them off as grunts. But you know him like the back of your hand, you can feel his lips tremble each time he presses them to your skin and soon enough your own emotions betray you and you’re crying too.

“I-, I’ve missed you too honey.” You choke out, smiling, quickly wiping away your tears with his broad inked shoulder.

At this Jungkook can’t mask his sniffles anymore and so he chooses to crash his lips to yours, you already know he’s crying so there’s no point trying to mask it anymore, all while rolling in and out of you at a leisurely pace. The kiss says everything he’s too breathless to get out. It’s raw, it’s emotional, it’s passionate, it’s messy yet sweet, and it holds every promise he’s ever made to you. The promises he swears to keep until the day he dies.

You hum softly into his mouth, breathing heavy and full of equal parts sin and love.

“We’re gonna make this work….” He pants, snaking a hand down to your clit where he rubs it gently, completely and perfectly in sync with the caring thrusts of his hips. “I promise. I-, I can’t lose you again...”

“I’m right here…” You press your forehead to his, quiet noises of pleasure rolling from your tongue, the intensity and heartfelt confessions from your ex-husband further adding to the slow build of heat in your body that’s threatening to wash over you. One hand rests on his side, the side where your birth flower is permanently marked on his skin, the other cups his face, “I’m right here Jungkook… I’m not going anywhere.”

He nods, a single tear spills from his hooded eye and directly onto your cheek that makes your heart swell and shatter all at once. “You’re amazing… This feels amazing.”

“Mmm, I know… Jungkook…”

“Baby… I fucking love you baby.”

“I love you Kook...”

The combination of his lazy thrusts and gentle rubs has you seeing stars already, your ears are ringing and your body warm. But it’s the sound of Jungkook’s low guttural moan that drags you over the edge, agonisingly slowly, your orgasm pulls you into a sea of ecstasy that’s so powerful you feel as though you could drown. You groan, you gasp, you shake, and your noises swallowed are by meaningful kisses.

When your walls pulse and throb around Jungkook’s length he cries out louder than he anticipated, mesmerised and drunk on the sensation. You’re quick to kiss him again, hard, rougher, hungrier, your hand nestled in the depths of his hair when you pull him closer. It’s not long before his own orgasm hits him harder than a tonne of bricks, he’s so invested and dazed by the way you feel around him that he bottoms out with a pained growl. Pushing every hard inch of himself deeper into your soaking core when he comes.

“Fuck… shit, shit, Y/N…” He groans, body still writhing from pleasure, “I’m sorry, fuck I- I’m so sorry.”

You giggle airily beneath him, playing with his hair while you continue to ride out your own high, “It’s okay, it’s okay…” You coo, shushing him reassuringly, “I’ll go to the store tomorrow and take a plan B. Honestly it’s fine honey.”

Begrudgingly Jungkook pulls out quickly to roll off you and lays beside your shaky body. He’s trying to steady his breathing when he tugs you into his strong arms without a second of hesitation. Your back is warm against his chest, he pushes your hair to one side to nuzzle his head to your shoulder.

It’s silent for a while, save for the heavy breaths staining the air. You’re grinning, completely lost in the way his fingertips dance across your sternum, he’s drawing hearts and your initials amongst other cute dainty little patterns onto the skin. His touch is so featherlight that it tickles, you’re squirming beneath his touch when he chuckles from behind.

“So with us communicating better now… I feel the need to tell you this…” He presses his lips to your ear, kissing it sweetly.

“Mmm?” You peer back at him, his eyes are swimming with love and his face is still flushed from his orgasm. He looks breath taking, hair slightly damp and sticking to his forehead. The smile he wears is heartfelt, warm and kind. “What is it?”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever cried during sex. I’m pretty embarrassed.”

“Don’t be, I cried too.” You remind him with a sigh when you roll over to face him, nestling your head atop the bend of your elbow to gaze at him fondly. “So what happens now…?”

“Glad you asked cause I’ve worked out a masterplan.” He winks, “We’ll tell Seol you couldn’t get a taxi home and slept on the sofa, so before he wakes up we’ll set an alarm and make it look like you actually slept on the sofa… And then after that I’m not sure.”

You snort, playfully shoving his shoulder, “Some masterplan, you’re a genius.”

He shuffles closer to you, brushing the hair back from out your face, “Lets just see how this goes… I don’t want to put any pressure on this. It’s been a long time since we broke up but we’ve already been married, raised a kid… There’s no need to rush putting a label on this, not until you’re ready. I’ve waited this long and I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

You’re flabbergasted. Staring at him with wide eyes and brows hiked so far up your forehead you’re sure he’s just given you a wrinkle. Since when was Kook so… mature? He really has been working on himself, he really has changed for the better. Your heart skips a beat when he laces his fingers with yours, tugging your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss them.

“Thank you.” You smile, “That’s… pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted to hear you say.” You admit albeit rather sheepishly, which earns you a chuckle from your ex-husband stroke secret boyfriend now.

“Well I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve lived with you and I’ve lived without you… The latter nearly destroyed me, so I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work Y/N.”

“Me too. God, you know I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us…”

Jungkook is frowning, nervously chewing his lower lip when his gaze flickers to the window behind you, “Not that I’m worried, cause I’m not. I’m really not.” He laughs awkwardly, “How affective is the plan B?”

You giggle, jokingly rolling your eyes when you scoot closer to him, until your head rests on his chest, “Really affective, I know at least ten women that have used it and didn’t get pregnant.”

Except you’re not one of those ten women.

But we’ll come back to that later.

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