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venusiangguk · a month ago
the art of doubting | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, a lil bit of fluff, angst
>>word count: 17k -.-
>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, push up kisses, orgasms, oc getting overwhelmed bc jock is too gewd <3, oral (m), rimming !!, mirror sex, one (1) spank, jreampie <3, tummy bulging (kinda? he presses on her tum to feel it?), praise, dirty talk, encouragement, showering together, kisses 😚, ex wife has arrived, mentions of divorce, a lil bit of sad talk about nari :(, nari is two now!!, misunderstandings, arguments, jk lowkey got some issues he needs to work thru lol, he thinks in extremes, oc is in love </3, a very drastic 180 occurs
>>notes: ex wife arrives and literally makes everything explode lmao
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist
>>summary: seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
Soft grunting groans filter through the air as you slowly make your way down the stairs to the lower floor. Not really a basement, more of an indoor workout cave.
Jeongguk’s shirtless on the bench, pulling weighted arms down on the machine, the muscles in his back rippling and straining with every pull down. He sees you in the mirror as soon as you walk in, his eyes lighting up and a small winded laugh puffs from his chest.
“Hey— hang on… almost— done…”
You shift on your feet a little, watching him through the reflection. The sight you see is a little too obscene to just be a work out, you feel like. He’s not sweaty yet, probably just started, but his face is a little red from the excretion, and his lats are on display as he does the repetitive workout over and over with clenched teeth and breathy grunts until his body gives out. He catches his breath for a moment, shakes his arms out.
“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” you say, tiptoeing over to him and stepping over the plastic baby weight on the mat. “Also why do you do so many at once… looks miserable.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, looks up at you with his doe-eyes when you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. He’s warm to the touch.
“I usually don’t but I’m the only one here, and I knew it was you coming. Also my phone is charging upstairs so if you texted when you got here like normally, I would not have known.” he explains. “I tend to focus more on longer sets with lighter weights, than shorter sets with heavier weights because it helps keep muscles lean… I’m not trying to bulk up right now.”
You tell him that that makes sense even though you really have no clue. Just know that whatever he does to stay fit works. “Nari at her mom’s?” you ask.
He nods, standing up to go over to the pull up bar on the side of the machine. Wiping his hands on the tiny workout shorts he’s wearing, he jumps a little, and then wiggles his fingers on the bar to get a good grip. “All yours till Friday,” he says, cutely.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you correct him. “Till tomorrow afternoon. I have work… might get a raise soon.”
You wander around a little as Jeongguk goes on about how you should already be getting paid more considering you have a college degree, but you tune him out, knowing he’s trying to be on your side and make you feel better. A marketing degree won't get you far in a grocery aisle, and you both know that, but it’s sweet of him to try.
Instead, you opt to take in your surroundings. You’ve been all around his house of course, but you’ve not spent much time in the workout dungeon.
It’s fully equipped, and fully mirrored, with the flooring being that of wrestling mats to cushion dropped weights or baby stumbles.
On one side of the room there’s an elliptical, a treadmill, a rowing machine, a bench press, basically one of everything that you would normally see in a gym. But on the other side, blocked off by a baby safety gate, is a mini little workout zone filled with mini weights, those foam blocks that you normally find in a child’s gymnastics zone, and a little dance bar along the mirrored wall.
You smile, thinking about Nari holding onto the bar and doing that funny little squatting move of hers. “Are you going to put her in dance?”
He looks at you through the mirror, no longer doing pull ups, but just watching it seems. Seated on one of the benches with a water bottle in his hand, resting between his spread legs. “Ballet I think,” he says, “Me and her mom were talking about it. She thinks it’ll be good for Nari’s coordination…” He gives you a humorously exasperated look, “I just think she’ll look cute in a tutu. Though I suppose coordination would be helpful… she’s a bit clumsy.”
“She is only 2,” you point out, walking over to his side of the room again. “Was the party fun?”
It was on Saturday, just a few days ago. Jeongguk said it was fairy themed much like most of the baby’s things. You saw the pictures that he sent you, Nari adorned in a pair of tiny pink wings, her cake in the shape of a mushroom. The kids all got tiny bottles of ‘pixie dust’ to play with, shimmery bubbles floating through the air.
There was a woman in one of the pictures, blowing a bubble into Nari’s delighted face, her own smile matching that of the baby. She obviously wasn’t the focus of the photo, and you doubt that Jeongguk even realized when he sent it. But you already knew who the woman was anyway. The pictures around Jeongguk’s house were enough to tell you, even if he never explicitly stated it. And you know it makes sense and that it’s normal for her to be there, with Jeongguk at their daughter's birthday, but something settled into the pit of your belly when you looked at that picture. You haven’t been able to shake it yet.
Jeongguk’s voice brings you back. “Yeah it was fun, you got the pictures right?” He seems excited. You laugh a little, reminding that yes, you did see. You responded to them after all. He grins sheepishly as he goes to another machine, “Don’t be sassy, or I’ll eat the piece of cake we saved you.”
His sentence warms your heart. The fact that he was thinking about you, keeping you in mind. Reminds you of the bittersweet message you received from him on Saturday while he was at the party.
Wish you could have come
It took some effort, and you’ve done your best to not think about the fact that you could have, if he had asked you to. Saturday was your day off.
“What flavor is it?”
“Funfetti, obviously.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, grunts quietly as he does another rep.
“Obviously,” you mime, with a small chuckle.
Conversation flows smoothly, just like always, everything seamless between you both. While most people wouldn’t probably get annoyed at someone hovering, Jeongguk seems happy to be near you, glad for the company. You sit beside him as he gets to the ground for some push ups.
He gets about three in before you’re laying flat on your back, boredom making a thought pop into your head.
“Do them over me.”
Jeongguk falters mid-way up, glancing at you with a suspicious look. “Why?”
“I wanna help,” you reason.
“Not sure being on top of you will be helpful,” he murmurs, but appeases you nonetheless, side walking on his hands and the balls of his feet until he’s over you.
You both give each other closed lip smiles as you try not to laugh. Jeongguk lowers himself, and you sneakily place a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“I knew you didn’t want to be helpful,” he says, his voice laced with faux annoyance. He does another one and receives another kiss. “You want to be distracting.”
“I’m not being distracting, I’m providing incentive.”
“I can’t even go all the way down, your tits are in the way.”
“You are so ungrateful.”
He smiles with his eyes as he goes down again, his nose brushing yours as he nuzzles into your cheek briefly. “And how are you providing incentive?”
You hum at the feel of his warm breath on your ear. “The longer you hold your plank, the longer you get to kiss me.”
“Who says I wanna kiss you?” he teases, voice soft as a feather as he does another push up.
“You always want to kiss me,” you tell him, just as quiet, tension radiating off of you as you readjust yourself, your legs opening so that the next time he drops down, he’s not just over you, but between your thighs as well. “And you haven’t yet…” you remind him as you drag your acrylics over his bare back, smiling at the way he shudders and at the way his arms buckle.
He grins, looking at you like you’re unbelievable, yet everything he wants right now. “Between you and Nari, I can never get anything done.”
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
Your teeth click before your lips lock because of how much you both are smiling.
But once lips lock, it doesn’t take much for Jeongguk to collapse onto you. Doesn’t even try to hold the plank, instead just melding his body to yours, the inside of your legs clamping around his waist. He goes from having his hands flat on the mat to bracing himself on his forearms, his knees hitting the mat between your legs. You use some of your weight to bring him closer, the slowly swelling front of his work out shorts pressing into the crotch of your leggings.
You work your hips, rolling them slowly up into him, in time with the slow, molten kisses he licks into your mouth.
Jeongguk’s always easy for you, but today he seems to be fighting himself, playfully fighting how bad he wants you. It’s the principle of the thing. To prove a point. The point being that you’re distracting, his weakness. His hips rolling into yours, only to pull back. He lips pressing hard against yours, only to pull back. Just for him to do it over again, just for him to give in like you both know he wants to and will. It's after a particularly hard rut against you that he peels his lips from yours, panting softly, how worked up he is so apparent in the way he can’t stop his hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, his nose brushing against your cheek before he sinks his teeth into the apple of it like he just can’t help it, can’t get enough of you.
Your manicured hands cup his cheeks, as you nod and guide him back into a wet kiss. “Want you in my mouth,” you moan against his lips.
Jeongguk pulls back with a light blush on his cheeks. “Are you sure? I was just working out–”
A kiss cuts him off as you slowly start to sit up, him going with you. “Barely broke a sweat, and I don’t care,” you tell him, hands gripping at the elastic of his waistband, “just want you.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, grabs your eager hands, maneuvering to his feet and pulling you with him. It’s then that he strips you of your shirt, your bra. His hands come to cup your bare tits, rolling them in his palms as he brings his lips back to you, all while he toes off his shoes, as well as his socks with a little difficulty and stumbling, but not without sweet laughter filtering in through the kisses.
He makes his way down as he pushes your pants down, his lips latching to a nipple, making you mewl under the light flicks and the soft sucks, hands coming to his hair to keep your balance as you rid yourself from the stretchy material. His hair gets pulled when you’re free, and he’s biting his lip at the tugging when he blinks his eyes open to look at you again.
“Sit on the bench,” you tell him, hand slipping from his locks, and down to his flushed chest. You press lightly, backing him up to the benchpress machine that’s not too far behind him.
The bench is propped up, a reclined sitting position under the secured bar above, resembling more of a chair than the typical flat board of most bench presses.
He gingerly sits down, keeps his eyes on you the whole time, watching as you lower yourself to your knees, settling between his open ones. His cock is hard and pink, up and laying flat on his lower tummy. It pulses when you place your hand on his thighs, long nails running down.
You both smile a little because its funny in a stupid way, but your pussy pulses too, getting slick between you legs at the way Jeongguk responds to you. How eager he is for you, how the mere feel of your hands on his thighs is enough to make him throb in anticipation of what else is going to come, of how good you’re going to make him feel.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly. Your gaze flicking between his face and the flushed, shiny head of his cock in your hand.
He bites his lip when you slowly start to work your hand on him, his foreskin sliding over the wet tip of his cock, and when you rub the pad of your thumb on the under part of the head, you watch as his head tilts back, his eyes slipping shut, and his mouth exhaling a soft sigh. You squeeze your thighs together at the sight. Jeongguk is so responsive, pliant as he settles into the bench, hot and heavy in your hand.
“Put your mouth on it,” Jeongguk requests, eyes lazily shut.
When you oblige, Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, his back arching a little off of the bench behind him, his hips pulling back like the feel of your lips suckling on him is too much, too good.
You pull off with a little pop, holding his cock close smiling against his length. “Why are you trying to get away from me?”
Jeongguk gives you a crooked grin, looking down his nose at you with hazy eyes. “Keep going,” he says softly.
Humming against his length you begin to place heavy, wet kisses down his cock all the way to his balls. The kind where your tongue licks him before your lips suction softly. Then you lick all the way back up with the flat of your tongue, your lips wrapping around him, your head bobbing a few shallow times. Jeongguk keeps breathing those sweet, soft moans. So relaxed and relishing in the way you suck him off. He’s not pulling away anymore, instead trying to keep from bucking into your mouth, you can tell by the way his lower belly tenses.
When you go down a little farther, sucking his balls into your mouth, you moan at the way he whines, at the way his legs subconsciously open wider as you alternate between lapping at him, and teasing him with light circles from the tip of your tongue. He breathes praise, telling you how good it feels. It makes you want to make him feel even better.
His legs spreading wide for you gives you the idea to trail a little farther down, stray off the path of your usual blowjobs. You start with your fingers, something he’s used to and loves. Massaging that spot behind his balls with deliberate little pets, you moan softly when he pulls his legs back just slightly, barely lifting his feet off the ground so you can touch him better.
His brows are pinched, and his mouth is open in a silent moan, his expression one of pleasure and arousal as he brings his hand down to his cock. He slowly tugs at himself, watching as you bring your mouth back to his balls. He’s nodding, eager and encouraging, his hand speeding up.
“You’re–,” he moans, his head rolling back along with his eyes, “My baby.”
Laughing a little you pull back, focusing on just massaging him. He seems extra responsive today, his praise and sentences jumbled and hardly coherent.
“Keep licking,” he moans.
You hum, going to appease him but right before you suck his balls into your mouth you pause. He notices, brings his eyes to you with a questioning, needy gaze, his hand still working over his cock.
You place a chaste kiss to his balls and then one a little lower. Jeongguk jolts, and questions you with a gaze, but he doesn't stop you.
In all honesty, you don't know what you’re doing, have no clue why you even want to, but the desire to make Jeongguk feel good and curiosity spurs you on. He likes your fingers, maybe he’ll like your mouth there too.
Your eyes hold a question in them as you gently, wordlessly push his legs back some more, more of him on display than you’ve ever seen before. Jeongguk grows a little red, but his hand hasn’t stopped, and he just pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you as you kiss on the backs of his thighs.
He’s tense, like he’s just waiting for you to do it. With your breath hot on his taint, you look at him once more, and he gives the slightest nod, permission to continue. His eyes are heavy and he licks over his red bitten lips, and when you press another one of your chaste kisses against him, his brows furrow and his mouth parts and he cranes forward, like he wants it so bad, is so eager that he can't contain it.
The first lick over him makes him gasp, and he breathes the most salacious, “Yeah–” as his legs get pulled back even more.
You smile at him with your tongue out, giving tentative licks to that spot he loves. Your hands are on his cheeks and you pull back some, looking at him with a grin.
Jeongguk groans, a laugh coloring it as his head falls back to the bench kind of like he’s a little bashful about being so worked up. His free hand pushes through his hair before rubbing over his face, eyes finally meeting yours again. “You’re so hot down there,” he tells you.
You purr, pressing your thumbs into his cheeks opening him up a little more. A quick wet lick is placed over his hole and he breathes out a harsh sigh, craning his neck so he can look at you, his tummy tensed.
“Is this what you want?” you murmur against him, getting a little more confident, the tip of your tongue flicking over the cinched muscle.
“Yeah, fuck…” he whispers.
The hand he has on his cock squeezes at the base for a second before he makes a ring with his thumb and index finger focusing on the tip of his cock with quick little strokes. The hand he doesn’t have busy pulls his thigh back a bit more.
As your tongue works over him, he chants over and over again, tells you how hot you look, how good your mouth feels, how wants you to keep going. It’s when you point your tongue a little, just barely pressing into his rim that his hand goes to the back of your head.
He holds your face to his ass, pushes you into him as he melts into the chair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that lilt up at the end.
“Good girl,” Jeongguk moans, his eyes blinking open hazily as he looks down at you again.
Your eyes smiles at him as you continue to work your tongue, little wet noises willing the air as you eat him out. When he removes his hand, you lick from his hole to his balls, repeating the action a few times, making Jeongguk almost tremble.
“Your dirty girl?” you ask him quietly in response to the praise he just gave you, giving him tiny little kitten licks over his hole.
He gives you a lustdrunk smile, licking over his lips. “Yeah, all mine.”
“What do you want?” you kiss into his taint, eyes big as you look up at him.
“Just a little more,” he whispers, his thumb spreading the precum leaking from his tip.
You get a hold of the hand on his pulled back thighs, guide it back to the back of your head once again. “Take it then,” you tell him, “take more from me.”
Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as he pushes your mouth back to his hole. “Look so hot licking my ass,” he breathes, barely audible over the wet licks you’re giving him. He kinda shakes your head, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Oh my god–”
When you point your tongue and press past the little resistance, Jeongguk’s mouth drops open and his brows arch upwards, and his eyes roll a little before he squeezes them shut, pushing and pulling on your head just barely, making your tongue fuck him.
It's kind of abrupt when he pulls you back by the hair, his legs coming down again. It’s abrupt when he kisses you. Deep, his tongue licking into your mouth like he doesn't care that you were just licking into him, making him pant, making his cock leak. It’s abrupt when he breaks the kiss. He’s still close, breathing you in, giving you one last soft little peck before he leans back again, his demeanor expectant.
Both of his hands are on your head, and he’s guiding you down, taking what he wants from you just like you told him to. His cock is so hard, flushed and angry looking as it stands, just waiting for your mouth.
It's a swift and quick motion when he pushes your head down, the tip hitting the back of your throat almost immediately. He whines softly, and rocks his hips up while pulling you down onto him, glucking noises filling the air as he fills your mouth.
His length and girth are a lot to take, your eyes prickling with tears as he holds your head down, but when you hear him whisper, so desperately, “Love when you choke on my cock,” it’s so worth it.
He sounds so unabashedly fucked out, like your mouth is the best thing he’s ever felt, like it's the only thing he ever wants to feel for the rest of his life. He’s being a little rougher with you, a little more crude with his words like he’s losing himself in you, losing his control. It makes you moan around him, wanton and needy.
His hips start to fuck up into you mouth again, his hands holding your head in place, keeping you from pulling away. He knows you wouldn’t have, always so well behaved, almost obedient in the way that you please him. But, even so, he just likes having his hands on you, likes feeling the way you struggle to take him.
“That’s a good girl…” he groans, soft and focused, his hips snapping up again. “You’re such a good girl…”
He holds you down once more, shakes your head by the hair so that his tip rubs against your throat, and then he’s pulling you up, kissing you filthily again, not even giving you time to properly catch your breath.
“Get against the mirror,” he says against your lips.
The heat from your hands makes the glass under your hands fog up, and the heat from Jeongguk behind you makes you flush, the heaviness of his cock rutting against the swell of your ass as he wastes no time getting into position.
At the first feel of his tip rubbing between your folds, grazing over your clit, you gasp and your arms buckle. Your legs spread naturally, but Jeongguk makes a tutting noise, and rests one palm on the outside of your hips, the other between your shoulder blades applying light pressure.
“Keep them together, but bend a little– yeah, perfect,” he breathes.
He takes a step back, looks at your ass pushed out for him, your puffy pussy peeking out from between your legs with your clit tucked inside. You’re drippy, shiny and smooth, your slick leaking out, making it sound lewd and wet when he pushes inside.
Your head hangs at the first thrust, Jeongguk pushing in slow but with a steady motion, and you exhale a soft puff.
He keeps his hips against your ass, his cock sheathed by your pussy. His hands grabbing and squeezing, roaming over your body while he waits just a bit for you to get used to him inside of you. Then he’s pulling out, just the tip of his cock still tucked inside, before he fucks into you hard and fast. It knocks the breath out of you, makes your hands on the mirror slip a little.
“F-fuck,” you whisper, your head still hanging, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up.
Jeongguk’s eyes go from watching his cock slide into you, to the mirror. He moans, the contrast of his tattooed arm on your bare back as he rocks his hips into you is so pretty, just like the way that your shoulder blades push out, how your tiny waist feathers out to the swell of your hips. The fatty part of your hips ripples and pillows against him everytime he thrusts, dull slaps echoing with the whiny moans he punches out of you with his cock.
“Look baby,” he tells you.
It takes a little bit of effort, but when you lift your head, you’re met with a disheveled, messy version of yourself. There’s tears in your eyes, the feel of Jeongguk’s fat cock pushing and pulling in and out of you is overwhelmingly good, his girth rubbing against the sensitive walls of your cunt. Your makeup is messy, your under eyes dark with smudged mascara, the coverage around your mouth and on your nose completely gone, your lips kissed swollen and red.
Eyes moving to Jeongguk behind you through the mirror, you see the way he’s watching you watch him. Watching as your expression changes, how your eyes flutter when he hits that spot inside of you that makes your knees lock, makes your breath stutter and your brows furrow in pleasure.
“There,” you breathe, “God, you make me feel so good, baby.” Your hands slip down the mirror again, the force of his thrusts and the pleasure that’s curling in your belly already making it hard to hold yourself up. You squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling over.
Jeongguk picks up the pace of his hips, his hands gripping yours, his thumbs digging into the little dimples at the bottom of your back, a perfect match, like they were placed there just for him. It’s almost like your body was meant for him, crafted with him in mind, fitting together so flawlessly that it’s hard for him to remember there were people before you, people that made him feel good before you did. Because when he’s inside of you, when he’s with you, it’s like that’s all there is. Just an endless loop of you and him, you and him, no beginning or end, no past or future, like the world is only as big as the room you’re in.
“Faster– getting close...”
Your voice echoes in his ears, and he realizes that his thrusts slowed while he got lost in thought. He clears his throat, gets back to work, back to fucking you like he means it, it’s the last time he ever will.
“You always cum so fast when I fuck you like this,” Jeongguk muses, biting his lip when he sees the way your tits jiggle in the mirror.
He expects you to be snarky, make a comment about how he’s smug, too cocky, but instead you nod your head, hands forming fists against the mirror. It’s airy and sexy when you say, “Yeah, you fuck me the best, love your cock… wanna cum for you…”
And it reminds him of the first time he fucked you. How you said more or less the same thing.
“Yeah, wanna fuck you all the time. Love your fat cock…”
That was 6 months ago. It’s not that long but it is at the same time. It feels like only a few seconds and a lifetime in the same breath. Jeongguk feels something stir in his belly, something mix with the steady build up.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice soft and dreamy– almost fond, juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. “What do you say?”
You wait a few moments for your body to get there, your head falling again like it's getting hard to support yourself. You’re chanting softly; pornographic ‘yeah’s’ and lewd mewls spilling from your lips nonstop.
“Fuck…” you start, “can I… can I cum?”
It sounds like it's hard for you to form words, so it's a little mean of Jeongguk to spring something new on you. But he can’t help himself.
“Who are you asking?”
A confused sound that turns to a moan at the tailend colors the air.
“Who am I, baby? What should you call me when I’m fucking you like this?” Jeongguk asks, patient and gentle.
You say the first thing that pops into your head.
A sharp slap echoes in the room, and you’re sure there’s a red palm print on your ass. You cry out, whiny as Jeongguk leans over you, his voice in your ear.
“You know better than that,” he says, a little out of breath, but still stern. “Try again. Be polite.”
At this point you’re so close that you’re crying softly, your knees turning inward as you squeeze your legs together as if that will keep your orgasm at bay until he says you can cum. You try to listen to his words, connect the dots and finally it comes to you.
“Sir–” you gasp, “Sir, can I cum?”
Jeongguk groans a little, feels his cock jerk inside of you, the title making that hot feeling burn within him.
“Yes,” he moans, “Look at yourself while you do, want you to see how pretty you look when you cum just from my cock.”
Hardly able to keep yourself up at all, even with the help of the mirror, you tell him in a whiny voice that you can’t, that it’s too hard.
You hear him coo before your world spins a little bit, Jeongguk wrapping an arm around your tummy, pulling you to his chest. His body is burning behind you, and his breath is hot in your ear as he pants, his hips punching into you from behind. The arm that he doesn't have wrapped around your torso comes up, forearm resting between your tits, fingers getting a hold of your jaw making you look straight ahead.
The sight looking back at you is indecent. So filthy that you and Jeongguk both falter, a soft moan echoing in unison.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk purrs.
“Please,” you cry, simply because you don't know what else to say, overtaken with pleasure.
“I already said you could cum, baby,” he reminds you.
And it's like it's all too much and not enough at the same time. Like the push and pull of his cock into your cunt is too good yet exactly what you need, like his hands on you are overstimulating but without them you wouldn’t feel that safety, that feeling of being adored and taken care of. Like his voice in your ear encouraging you is too nice but if he stopped talking to you you wouldn’t know wouldn’t know what to do, that it’s okay.
“Jeongguk,” you cry. Like actually cry. No longer able to hold in the tiny, overwhelmed sobs.
He presses into the side of your head, kisses you as well as he can when he’s jackhammering his hips into your cunt. He shushes you, and his hold on your jaw softens, his other hand petting over your front soothingly. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos.
And it just makes you cry harder. “I can’t– It’s– it’s too much–”
“Yes you can,” he whispers hotly, his eyes on you in the mirror. “You can do it, be good, cum for me…”
He uses the hand he has on your front to press you back into him, closer if that were even possible, but with the slight pressure on your lower belly he feels something.
The moan that falls from his lips is so shameless and lewd. It’s not loud, but more of a soft, wondrous keen.
His cock thrusting into you can be felt with the light push into your belly, and it unlocks something in him. He grabs one of your hands that’s clutching at his forearm and brings it down, his own hand on top of yours pushing so you can feel his cock inside of you too.
“Feel that?” he asks, nipping at your ear lightly, “So hard for you, so deep that you can feel me through your belly... Let go for me, baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock while I can feel myself inside you from the outside.”
Maybe it’s feeling him from the outside, or maybe it's the way he always manages to keep that soft, gentle way with you no matter what. Even if he gets worked up, losing himself a bit– he never leaves you, never becomes too harsh or rough. He’s always the perfect mix of both, and that’s what makes the pleasure that’s been ebbing in you wash over your body.
You tremble in his arms and soft, desperate whimpers get exhaled as you cum. No warning, but Jeongguk knows, feels the way you contract around him as he slows his hips a little, giving you longer, unhurried thrusts. He lets you bathe in it, the dreamy, dizzying high that makes you delirious as you thank him with teary words.
“That’s my girl, so good for me all the time… knew you could do it,” he says, his hips gradually starting to pick up again, his thrusts sloppy.
Vision is a little blurry when you blink your eyes, but the sight of Jeongguk wrapped around you, his face in your neck biting and moaning into your skin–
“Please cum inside of me,” you beg.
“Yeah, gonna–” he tells you, his teeth sinking into that spot between your shoulder and neck. You gasp when he sucks, knowing that there will be a mark, and you bring your hand up to his hair, keeping him close.
Jeongguk switches from those harsh sucks and bites to sweet kisses up your neck to your jaw. His fingers on your face urge you to look over your shoulder, and the distance between your lips and his is too small, too tempting for him to not take it.
He kisses you, desperate just like his thrusts are becoming until he's right at the crest.
“Gonna cum,” he pants against your lips, his hand on your tummy still pushing to feel himself.
You nod, still looking at him behind you, placing soft kisses on his lips at first and then wherever you can reach until he succumbs to the pleasure, his eyes closing and his head lulling back a little before he’s pressing into your sweaty hair, like he wants to hide yet stay close to you. He cums with a gasp, cock buried deep, throbbing with every shot of white that paints you from the inside.
As soon as he catches his breath, he kisses you.
He kisses you again and again and again.
There’s something so intimate… so vulnerable about letting someone wash you.
When there’s no ulterior motives laced with sex or lust. Just gentle touches, pure in the way they take their time with lathering up even the simple, boring parts of your body. Paying special mind to your hands, your calves. Behind your ears, your shoulders.
Jeongguk’s touching you like you’re sunshine.
Like he’s savoring the warmth of your body under his fingertips even though it's too hot in the shower.
He’s touching you like you’re the perfect day, one so perfect that he’s scared it will pass by before he can enjoy it.
He’s touching you with so much care and attention and it feels so good that it’s blissful. It feels so– it feels like when you’re a little kid and you return to the comfort of your home after a long day, to the familiarness of your bed, to everything that makes you feel safe.
It feels like your favorite memory. The one you keep adding onto because the details have gotten fuzzy, but you clutch onto it because it's too precious to let go of.
It feels like a–
It feels like–
Jeongguk takes his time with you.
It feels so good that it’s almost overwhelming in a way that you’ve never experienced before. It feels so good that tears sting behind your eyelids, so different from the tears you shed earlier.
He delicately untangles your hair, gets out all the knots he put in it. He cups your face, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs under your eyes, getting the makeup off as best he can. He’s careful when he’s suds up your body, mindful of the light blossoms that he planted into your skin. The violet on your neck pulses under the care, a bloom that’s pretty, a bloom that aches, a bloom that feels good.
He’s adoring, he’s soft, he’s bliss.
When his lips kiss your cheek, it's almost platonic, simply because it lacks desire. It sounds bad, embarrassing maybe, that he’s not desiring your naked body in front of him, but it’s not– it’s something new and it's so incredibly wholesome. His kisses are so sweet, so pure, so innocent and just an expression of caring rather than wanting that it makes you want him in a way that scares you.
After the final rinse, you kiss his cheek. Hope and yearn that he can feel half of what he made you feel. You hope he knows what you mean when you say quietly, “Thank you.”
“Wear this one, you look good in white.”
Jeongguk has a fluffy grey towel tied around his hips, lingering water droplets disappearing when they trek far enough down his torso. And you’re scrunching your hair in a matching towel, warm from the heated towel rack. The atmosphere in his bedroom is warm too, soft and comfortable, sweet like a cup of hot tea.
He’s got one of his white shirts scrunched in his hands, ready to dress you. Quiet laughter putters from your lips as you reach your hands up and into the arm holes as he pulls the neck hole over your head. When you pop out Jeongguk is close enough for you to kiss him, so you do.
“We’ve kissed so much today,” he says thoughtfully, turning and digging in his drawers. Instead of taking care of himself, he finds a pair of your lounge shorts that you left here.
“I know, how gross,” you say with playful disgust in your tone, as you take that and step into the shorts. Panties are unnecessary apparently, since he doesn’t hand you one of the stray pairs you know are in his dresser.
He hums walking into the bathroom. “It’s nice, I like kissing you.”
You roll your eyes following him. Hopping onto the counter you watch as he does his skincare. “We already had sex, no need to butter me up, sir.”
The corners of his mouth turn up just barely as he tries not to smile, hardly glancing at you as he dabs his moisturizer in.
“I like it when you’re around,” he says simply.
Heat rushes to your face, and your heart beats loud in your ears and something feels so different.  
So of course you just change the subject.
“I’m so glad we ordered food before the shower.” You place a hand on your belly, “I’m so hungry.”
“Hopefully you clicked the right stuff, since you were, you know, a little distracted… seeing as we were kissing… so much… because I like to kiss you...”
“Do you want a kiss right now? Is that why you’re being annoying?”
He makes an offended expression before immediately going back to his normal face, tinted with faux nonchalance. He shrugs his tattooed shoulder, tapping the cream in. “I wouldn’t object to a kiss or two…”
And so he gets a kiss or two or three, soft, giddy little pecks.
He pulls away, and just looks at you for a few seconds, doe-eyes dancing across your features before falling and lingering on the lovebite he left that’s peeking out. The neck of his shirt is too big, hanging loose. His hand comes up and he fingers at the material like he’s thinking of straightening the shirt out for you.
He doesn’t, instead bringing the hand to your jaw, making you tilt your head, looking up at him.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, his thumb gliding on the apple of your cheek.
Your eyes fall shut, content. A lazy smile laces your words when you say, “Thanks.”
Cute kissy noises ring in your ears until they don’t, the doorbell taking their place.
You pull away so fast that Jeongguk is almost insulted. Jumping from the counter you squeal about the food, tapping his toweled butt on the way out of the bathroom, telling him to hurry up and get dressed as you rummage through your purse for your wallet.
“Wait I’ll pay,” he says, finally dropping his towel and snagging a pair of briefs.
“It’s okay!” you call over your shoulder, speed walking to his front door.
The walk from Jeongguk’s bedroom isn’t too long, but your thoughts are fast, running a mile a minute. The thought of how good today has been, how easy it is to be with him. How whenever you’re with him you find that your cheeks hurt when you go home, laughter constant, and smiles ever present. You think about how warm his home is, how warm he is, how being with him is a comfort that you’ve come to crave.
The smile that is on your face is unconscious, the remnants of the soft emotions swirling in your chest, feeling like you’ve finally pinpointed what's so different about today.
When you open the door, that lingering smile falls and that hazy feeling evaporates.
In front of you is not a delivery guy.
It’s the woman from the pictures. The framed one in the hallway, the one on top of Nari’s dresser, the one in the photo albums Jeongguk let you browse through when you wanted to see his daughter as a newborn. It’s the same woman that was in the picture he sent you.
And your heart drops when you take her in. You knew she was pretty, but the pictures don’t even scratch the surface. Even when her features are pulled in perturbed confusion, she’s beautiful. She’s put together, long dark hair styled and sleek, make up done minimally but elegantly, her parted lips a sheer coral. Her straight, dark brows are furrowed causing a slight wrinkle between them. It looks out of place, an imperfection that doesn’t belong.
Her sharp eyes scan you, both of you just kind of standing there in the doorway, taking the other in. They go from your wet hair, to your face, down to where Jeongguk’s shirt hangs loosely off your shoulder. Her gaze hardens as she lingers there for just a moment, before directing dark eyes back at you.
It feels like it’s been hours, that you both have been there, but in reality it's not even a minute. She looks like she’s going to say something, but the impatient baby in the woman’s arms makes herself known.
At the high pitched squeal that Nari lets out, you snap out of it, plastering a smile on your face. The little one is smiling, clearly excited to see you, her doe-eyes curling and getting mini puffs under them. When she leans away from her mom, arms reaching out towards you, it’s instinct when you go to take her from her mom.
“Hi! Sorry Gguk’s in–” You falter, arms raised halfway, when Nari gets pulled out of reach.
The woman doesn’t go as far as taking a step away from you, but she turns at the waist kind of putting herself and some distance between you and her baby. As you let your hands fall in timid, jerky movements, you look between the two in front of you, and Nari’s doing the same, a cute confused expression on her face like she doesn’t know why she wasn’t allowed to play with you.
And it’s not like you blame Nari’s mom. It’s very apparent that she has no clue who you are. If anything you think it’s good that her mom is protective enough to not just hand Nari over to someone she doesn’t know. It makes sense, but it stings.
“Ba?” Nari babbles, to her mom.
The woman’s cold gaze breaks at the sound of her daughter's voice, and morphs into one of quiet love as she directs her eyes to the baby, giving her a soft smile. She bounces Nari a little on her hip, and Nari giggles. When they are looking at each other, their profile resemblance is striking. Of course Nari’s features are still baby soft, but it's obvious that they have the same nose. Small, slightly upturned. The same lips too; plump with the upper lip almost rounded.
“Who is this, Riri?” she asks her baby playfully, her eyes finding you again at the tailend of her sentence.
She’s smiling, but her eyes are stony, guarded, as she looks at you expectantly.
“I’m __– I’m a uh… a friend of Jeongguk’s?”
Her eyes narrow for a fraction of a second when you say ‘friend’ and the coolness she’s emitting is enough for you to call for Jeongguk for your shoulder, needing the comfort of him. The woman in front of you is intimidating in a way you don’t think you could ever achieve. It’s something about the way she carries herself, so collected and aloof, like she’s mastered the art of keeping it together.
And you’re not scared of her, not really. But what are you supposed to do in this situation other than call for Jeongguk?
At the thought of him, you hear his voice come from behind you and when you turn, you see him walking out of his room, bottom half clothed in dark joggers, his top half bare as he clumsily pulls a shirt over his head.
“Do you need cash for the ti–” When his wet head of hair pops out of the neck hole, and he sees not one girl in front of him, but three, his voice cuts out, and he slows as he takes in the scene before him. You see how his chest expands as he takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself before quickening his pace.
Nari starts to kick in her mom’s hold when she sees her dad approaching, excited little gasps puffing out of her.
“Hi, little flower,” Jeongguk coos, smiling wide as he brings his hand up, tickling Nari’s neck, making the baby squirm and curl in on herself as she bubbles out a giggle. “Dasom,” he says as a greeting to his ex-wife, as takes his place next to you, his hand settling on your lower back for just a moment, like he’s letting you know he’s there.
Dasom lets the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she says, “Jeongguk.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks. You can tell he’s trying to keep his voice neutral.
“Something came up at work. I have to go to the headquarters a few cities over for a few days,” Nari grabs at the dainty necklace she’s wearing, and Dasom gently untangles her little fingers, offering her her wrist instead. A heavier, more sturdy piece of jewelry keeps Nari busy. “I texted you hours ago letting you know I was on my way.”
“I was busy. I didn’t have my phone on me,” he explains.
Dasom looks between you both. The freshly washed hair on both your heads, the mark on your neck. The too-big, white shirt you have on that’s clearly not yours. “I can see that,” she replies coolly.
And suddenly you feel so out of place, so uncomfortable. Standing between two people who used to share the home you’re surrounded by. Two people who share the sweet baby girl that’s content babbling to herself. Two people who were married, who were in love, who have so much history together. You know it’s mildly absurd, because they’re divorced, but you feel like you’re intruding, like you’re doing something wrong.
You’re just about to excuse yourself when Jeongguk sighs, runs a frustrated hand through his hair, reaching out and taking Nari from her mom. “__, can you take Nari and wait for me in the playroom?”
“Daaa,” she peeps happily in her dad’s big arms, as he hands her off to you.
“Kook–” Dasom says, uneasiness lacing her tone.
“She’s fine Dasom, she’s been with __ many times,” Jeongguk says with a finality to his tone.
Dasom says her goodbyes to Nari, a tense silence falling over the house as you walk away with the baby. It’s not till Dasom thinks you’re far enough away that she speaks up.
“Who is that, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk shuts his eyes roughly when he hears a hint of confused hurt in her voice. He can tell she’s trying to mask it, but he’s known her for a long time. Remembers clearly what it sounds like, memories of all the painful talks preceding the divorce edging on his conscience.
“She’s a friend,” he sighs.
“How old are your friends these days?” Dasom questions, confusion turning to judgement– obvious in her tone and her stance, her arms crossing over her torso.
Jeongguk hangs his head and scrubs his hands over his face. “How was Nari?” he asks, trying to change the subject.
His ex has different plans. “How old is she?”
He looks up at her sharp tone, a surprised color to his features. He looks over his shoulder towards the playroom before he turns back to her, a soft incredulous scoff leaving his lips. “She’s old enough, and I’m not doing this with you. So if you don’t have any updates–” His hand is on the door in the process of inching it closed when Dasom interrupts him.
“You know,” she starts, “I never thought I’d have to worry about this with you. Thought you’d be able to keep your personal and parenting lives separate.”
And she knows exactly which buttons of his to push; of course she does. She was married to him for years, knew him better than anyone else at one point in time. She knows that insinuating that he is a lacking parent, that he doesn’t always put their daughter first, will irk him enough to pull a reaction out of him.
It’s purposefully done– vindictiveness an ugly side of his ex that doesn’t come out of her often, only when she’s hurt and wants to hurt back. Or at least it didn’t happen often. It’s been over a year, and people change.
“Are you sure you want to debate which of us has trouble separating and balancing things when you’re the one dropping our daughter off in the middle of your week with her, to go to work?” he asks, his tone icy. He knows her well too. Knows it’s the same insinuations that hurt him, that cut her as well.
Anger colors Dasom’s features as she takes a step closer to Jeongguk, her head tilted a little as she looks up at him. “I do it for her. To provide for her. You know that,” she spits, “And I keep my lovers away from her while I’m at it.”
Jeongguk laughs, like he can’t believe he’s having this conversation. “I’m sure you do, Dasom,” he pauses, debating on whether to add what he’s thinking. “And for the record, I don’t have ‘lovers’. I’m only seeing one person.”
“And are you planning on committing to her? Making it long term?”
Caught off guard doesn’t even really begin to cover the whiplash-like feeling that Jeongguk experiences when he hears the question.
He hesitates, flounders a little. He cares about you, likes you so, so much. And he’s not stupid– he knows that he feels something for you that’s vastly different from what he’s felt for the others before you but– you’re young. So young, with your whole life ahead of you. Meanwhile, he has his life already booked for the next 16 years, at least. He’s never really let himself think about things long term, because it just doesn’t seem realistic. Asking you to commit to not only him, but a two year old as well? It seems selfish to ask that of you, like an unintentional trap that steals your freedom. He can’t ask for that. He won’t.
Dasom looks disillusioned, like she really did expect better from Jeongguk. “I didn’t think so. You’re not even dating her... She’s your ‘friend’?” she asks.
Jeongguk just looks at her with pursed lips and pinched brows.
“And when you’re not ‘friends’ anymore, Kook?” she asks again, “Are you just going to bring another ‘friend’into Nari’s life for her to get attached to just for them to leave again? And what about when she’s older? Do you want her thinking that’s what women do? Come and go?”
Dasom’s words are exaggerated and extreme– she doesn't know the circumstances between you and him, doesn’t know that it was Nari that introduced you to one another, so waiting to introduce you and his daughter wasn’t an option. And it’s not like Jeongguk is ever going to have a legion of women filtering through his home.
But the point is made all the same.
“No, of course I don’t want that,” he says defeated, as he tilts his head back for a moment, letting his eyes shut.
“Yeah, me either,” she says. Her voice lacks the judgment it held at the beginning of the conversion, being replaced by blasé melancholy. “So I hope she gets it out of your system. Please drop Nari off next Friday, just like always.”
Turning on her heel, Dasom makes to leave before she stops abruptly. She takes a deep breath with her head tilted back, before she’s looking down, like she’s tired. Like the fight with Jeongguk took a lot of her. She pulls a folder from her bag, turning back around and presenting it to Jeongguk.
“For Ri’s speech…” she says softly, “I took her to another speech pathologist yesterday. This one said try doing signs during meals. ‘All done’. ‘More’...” Dasom does the signs haphazardly waving her hands about. “Doctor said it...” She takes a deep breath, and laughs halfheartedly, and Jeongguk can see how she’s tearing up. “Well, like all the other doctor’s we’ve taken her to, they said it may help.”
Her eyes are glassy when she looks at him, and Jeongguk’s heart aches because he knows exactly how she feels.
The anxiety and constant worry you feel over your child’s well-being is one of the hardest things to navigate because you have to keep it together and not let yourself get defeated. You have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes there’s things that, as a parent, you can’t fix, and that sometimes you can do everything right and still have things go wrong– things that may never be able to go right.
He knows that there is an unexplainable guilt, that there’s always that little voice in the back of your head that tells you that maybe if you had done this, then that wouldn’t have happened. It’s a horribly helpless feeling, wanting nothing more than to make things better for your child, and not being able to.
“She’s fine you know,” he says softly, “she’s just taking her time.”
Dasom tries to nod, but she breaks. Her hands come up to cover her quivering chin and quiet her soft cries. She buries her face in her palms as her shoulders tremble.
“Hey, hey,” Jeongguk whispers, reaching out and pulling her to his chest. Her hands are still covering her face, so his arms circle around her as a whole and he rests his chin on her head and lets her cry, his own eyes stinging.
It’s only a minute or two that Dasom weeps against his chest. She’s then pulling away with a deep breath, blowing it out in that soothing way trying to calm herself, trying to regulate her breathing. She laughs, airy like she’s embarrassed, as she taps under her eyes, trying to save her makeup as best she can.
“Ah… sorry about that,” she says, “Haven’t cried in a while so that was bound to happen sometime soon.”
Jeongguk laughs quietly before he muses, “She can say juice now.”
Dasom rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah… Joofs.”
They both laugh together, for a moment, a few moments, until it tapers off naturally. Leaving soft wistful smiles on their faces.
“Drive safe, Som-ie.”
“Yeah… Joofs.”
The laughter that echoes from Jeongguk’s foyer feels like a punch in the gut after everything that you’ve heard. All the things you felt earlier seem stupid and childish in hindsight.  
And yeah, you don’t blame Jeongguk for staying quiet when Dasom asked if he wanted to commit to you because that’s not something you guys have even touched on, but when he stayed silent as she went on about you just being his ‘friend’? Alluding to you just being a lay for him, just something he needs to ‘get out of his system’? Something disposable and unimportant?
You had at least expected him to defend you.
To tell her that while you may not be his girlfriend, you are important to him. More than a quick lay, more than just a young girl he needs to fuck out of his system. Because you know that’s exactly what she thinks you are. And what she thinks doesn't matter, not really, but if that’s what Jeongguk thinks?
Part of you knows that there’s no way that Jeongguk thinks that. That if he did, this thing between you both would have fizzled out by now or at least been harder to deal with. But that’s never been the case. It’s always been good with him, easy.
If he thought that way, he wouldn’t have been so worried in the beginning and would have instead jumped at the chance to get into your pants. You weren’t exactly subtle back then– there were plenty of opportunities for him to come onto you. But it literally took you throwing yourself at him for him to give in.
So like you know. You know, you know, you know in your heart that it’s not true, that he doesn’t think that little of you.
But his silence was enough to plant a seed of doubt, enough to break a little bit of trust. More than enough to hurt you.
You look down at Nari, and she reaches her hands up wanting to be held. A soft, pitiful laugh falls from your lips and you bend to pick her up.
“Sorry, wasn’t playing with you was I?”
Nari looks at you, studies you with those big eyes of hers. She pats at your cheek, a little roughly, but you can tell she’s trying to be gentle. Her little hand goes from patting to petting, almost like she’s trying to soothe you, like she can tell you’re upset.
“Buu?” she asks.
In reality you have no idea what she’s saying. But it feels like she’s asking if you’re okay, and just like if an adult were to ask you that when you’re close to losing it, close to breaking– it makes you cry.
Not the embarrassing type of cry, but just a tiny cry in front of the sweetest, tiny human. Your eyes just tear up, and your chin trembles a little bit as you try to muster up a small smile, but when you blink a couple tears spill over.
Nari gasps. “Nuuu!” she tells you, before she’s wrapping her tiny bread arms around your neck, clutching onto you like she’s trying to squeeze out all of the sad.
It makes you let out a watery laugh, and you squeeze back, enough so that she croaks a little like a frog. When you pull back she’s giggling in that pure baby way that probably has healing powers or something.
“You are so smart,” you tell her, sniffing a little, trying to get yourself together. You’re not sure if Dasom left yet, or how much longer it will be before Jeongguk comes back, and you don’t want him to know you were crying, or eavesdropping.
She tilts her head at you, then leans in with her lips pulled between her teeth making them pop out when they are against your cheek, a tiny ‘maa’ sounding with her smooch.
“That’s a new type of kiss,” you tell her.
“Sol-mi, Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter, taught her at the party.”
Whipping around at the sound of his voice, you turn and see Jeongguk leaning against the doorway with two glasses of wine in his hands and a sippy cup tucked into his arm. He gives you a soft smile, and you smile back because that’s the only thing you know how to do when you’re with him. Instinctive.
“Hi,” you say.
“Hi,” he says back.
“DAAADAAA!” Nari screeches.
You pull back, wincing for your ear drum, as you let Nari down with an endeared laugh. She toddles over to her dad, tugging on his joggers.
“Hi my babygirl,” he says. Then laughs when she tugs particularly hard, “Hey– you’re gonna pull Daddy’s pants down, quit it.”
“Joofs,” she says, grabby hands reaching for the sippy cup she spotted.
“I see how it is,” he says, handing you your glass and then grabbing the juice, “Didn’t even miss me?”
He manages to sit down without his hands and without squishing his daughter, and you follow suit, watching the daddy-daughter moment unfold, quietly sipping on your wine. Trying your best to push everything else out of your mind, trying to get that almost... safe, warm feeling back. The one that you always get when you’re with Jeongguk. It’s been missing since he came into the room.
“Give Daddy a kiss and then you can have your juice,” he angles his cheek to her and then adds on, “Also say please.” like it’s an afterthought.
You shake your head, smiling, and Jeongguk flicks his eyes to you, mirroring your expression.
“Peeb,” she spouts before she gives him a very quick, rather half-assed kiss. She doesn’t even do the ‘maa’. Her hands open out in front of her, expectant and ready for her drink.
Jeongguk tuts at her, but hands the juice over. “You’re rotten, missy.”
Nari says nothing, just waddles so she's standing in front of him with her back to his face. She plops herself right in his lap, his criss-crossed legs making a perfect Nari-shaped seat. Sipping away with her drink in one hand, her other comes down to Jeongguk’s tattooed arm that he wrapped around her belly. Tracing them with her pudgy little fingers, she tries her best to look down while simultaneously keeping her drink in the proper position.
It’s quiet for a bit, just Nari’s soft drinking noises. You take the moment to get up and grab something from your stuff in Jeongguk’s room, before returning. As you’re walking past Jeongguk back to your spot across from him, you feel his hand tug at the one you have dangling by your side.
You look at him, a small questioning noise sounding.
He pulls, making you bend at the waist getting closer to his level, and when he tilts his head back to look up at you, his eyes flicker to your lips and then he licks his and then he’s craning his neck and then he’s kissing you softly.
It’s fleeting but it's sweet. It makes the warm feeling settle in your heart again, just for a moment before it hides away, somewhere within you. Your eyes dart to Nari. Kisses usually being reserved for alone time.
He shakes his head. “It’s alright… Sorry that happened while you were here… Me and Dasom usually communicate better than that.”
You take a seat next to him and Nari, careful of his wine glass. “It’s okay…”
Gazes meet for a few seconds looking over the other like you’re both trying to figure something out. Things different from the ‘different’ you felt earlier. This different feels like something is off; the first one felt like a dream. Maybe it was.
“Okay,” he replies lightly, but he sounds unsure, like he doesn't know if it actually is ‘okay’. His eyes drop to the small bag that you brought into the room. “Whatcha got?”
You tell him you got Nari something for her birthday, nothing big but just something that reminded you of her. You ask him if it’s okay to give it to her.
He says of course, why wouldn’t it be?
For some reason the tiny exchange hurts.
Lacking an answer, you pinch at the little fat roll on Nari’s thigh, her tiny jean shorts putting all the chub on display. She looks up at you, and you raise the bag and shake it a little. Her smile grows as she realizes it's for her. Jeongguk is abandoned, your lap now occupied.
“She has no loyalty at all,” Jeongguk says.
“She’s just making as many allies as she can, and I think that is very smart of her,” you defend, watching as Nari plucks tissue paper after tissue paper out of the bag (with only one small hand, the other still holding her juice), until she’s squealing. Your face lights up at her enthusiasm, and hers lights up at the toy, and you don’t see it, but Jeongguk’s lights up at you both.
You’ve been good with her since that day you found her at your work, and Jeongguk notices when you go out of your way to ask about her, to be kind to her, patient with her... to take care of her. Never once have you treated her like she was a burden, or an inconvenience.
He sees the way that Nari is with you, too.
Sees how happy she gets when you walk in his front door, how she always shares her things with you in that sweet way that babies do when they like someone. She even asks about you when you don't come around for a few days. A babbled version of your name peeping from her little lips.
It’s no secret that his baby has grown attached to you, come to love you. Dasom’s words ring in his ears. The thing she said about Nari getting used to someone he brings into her life, just for them to not be permanent.  
A medium sized, pink, stuffed Narwhal is pulled from the bag by the horn, and Nari swings it to the side to show her dad, just for a moment, before she’s squeezing it to her chest. She’s cooing, kinda nuzzling into it.
“Ba buuu,” she says softly, eyes still on the gift like it's something wondrous, rather than just a small plush. Jeongguk grows soft and your heart squeezes in your chest. The warmth comes back, flickers before going out again.
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks around a sip of his wine.
“A narwhal. You know, Nar-i, Nar-whal.”
His mouth twitches, fighting a smile, but he just nods. Until he can’t hold his laughter in anymore, making you laugh too by consequence. Easy.
The little crows feet at the corners of his eyes make an appearance and he scrunches his nose at you as he quiets. His hair is still just a little bit damp. “It’s cute,” he amends. “You didn’t have to get her anything, but thank you for thinking about her.”
The smile on his lips is tiny, but you can tell it’s genuine. Without laughter lightning up his face, you realize how tired he looks, warn out.
“Are you okay?” you say, arms raising so Nari is able to get up, making her way to her other toys, the narwhal tucked into her side. She grabs a babydoll, holds it to the narwhal and makes them move around like she’s introducing her toys.
Jeongguk sighs, and leans back on his hands. “Just wasn’t expecting that, is all… I get stressed when things don’t go as planned.”
“That’s why you broke out the wine in the middle of the day?” you ask with a teasing tone.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “One glass won’t hurt…”
The doorbell cuts off your reply. The food’s here.
The headboard behind Jeongguk’s back is hard, just like he is under you.
But his touches are soft, just like his kisses.
You’re straddling him, your hips just barely rocking over him as you lick into his mouth. Mewl against his lips. Hands in his hair, not pulling, but just twining your fingers in his locks, keeping him close.
It’s slow, unhurried and gentle. When he brings his palms to your chest over his shirt, he feels how your nipples pebble through the material as he squeezes, rolls them in his hands. So responsive to his touch, you pull away for just a moment to breathe out a pleased sigh before giving him a few cute pecks. Pushing into your lips, he deepens the kisses, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you open up for him.
He feels young again, like he’s making out with his crush, heavy petting because they are too scared to go all the way, but too into each other to not give in just a little. He hasn’t felt this way in so long. You gasp into his mouth when he pinches your nipple between his fingertips. His cock pulses, but his heart clenches.
It’s like reality is finally catching up to him. Reminding him that you and him were never supposed to get in so deep, were never supposed to get so entangled in each other’s lives. Fun and casual. That’s what it’s supposed to be. But it’s so much more than that now. At least for him it is.
His heart clenches because he’s not young anymore, but you still are.
The baby monitor that goes off with hiccuping cries just confirms his feelings.
“Sorry,” he says against your lips, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing before he helps maneuver you off of him.
“Bring her back in here,” you suggest.
Jeongguk pauses, twisting to crack his back. “You sure?”
You hum, “Yeah, wanna hang out with you both.”
And again his heart pulls, but he nods with a soft smile and a quick kiss before he’s hurrying out of the room.
Hands scrub over your face as you wait for him, your head knocking against the headboard. You purposefully focus on playing a game on your phone while you wait, refusing to let your thoughts loop incessantly around your brain.
It's a little while when Jeongguk walks back in with Nari on his hip. The sight makes you coo.
Nari’s looking around like she’s still a little out of it, her tiny round body in a light pink nightie covered in little bunnies sleeping on clouds and moons. Instead of her hair being in her trademark little ponies, it’s down, falling in messy little wisps around her face. The narwhal is clutched in her tiny hand by the horn and when she sees you, she blinks a few times before she smiles around the paci in her mouth.
“Hi sweet girl,” you say, when Jeongguk places her on the bed.
She tries to walk over to you, but the bed is soft and she’s very much still tired so she stumbles, hits the mattress with a small oof and an airy little giggle. Crawling the rest of the way she sits herself next to you, puts her plush in her lap.
“Think someone had a bad dream,” Jeongguk says around a yawn, taking his spot on the bed. “Also sorry it took a second, had to change her pull up.”
You hum, your hand coming up to pet at her hair, dark, silky, and baby scented.
“Wanna watch something, boba?” Jeongguk asks, laying himself on his side, one hand propped under his head, the other on the remote.
Nari nods, hunkers down in the fluffy pillow behind her. She looks at you and pats the sheets, as if telling you to lay down like her and her Daddy. Of course you listen.
It’s calm and quiet, just the children’s show playing in the background that you all are watching. You and Jeongguk half heartedly, Nari with round eyes. She lets out little laughs every now and then, her blinks slow and heavy. Jeongguk’s got a hand resting on Nari’s tummy and her little hand holds onto his thumb.
The scene is domestic.
“She doesn’t have nightmares often, does she?” you ask quietly.
Jeongguk glances at you, shakes his head. “Not here at least.”
“Has she always been a co sleeper?”
Jeongguk shakes his head again. “Not till after the divorce,” he says. “And I wouldn’t say she still co sleeps… most nights she sleeps on well on her own. I just don’t tell her no if she wants to come into my room.”
At the mention of the divorce your brain begins to whirl.
It’s not something he brings up often, and it’s never really bothered you. But after today, after you saw and heard how he and his ex interacted… It makes you curious. They seem to get along decently well, and they both clearly love Nari.
You sound a bit timid when you ask, “Why did you guys split up?”
Jeongguk’s quiet, doesn’t acknowledge that he heard you even though you know that he did. You worry that you’ve said something wrong, and you’re about to apologize but he speaks up.
“I’ll tell you… just getting my thoughts in order.”
Jeongguk stares down at the teeny, tiny baby in the bassinet. The light pink of the skirt at the bottom matches the accents on the walls of her nursery.
Her big eyes are watching the fairy mobile, big felt flowers dangling above her, the softest baby coos leaving her mouth every once in a while. She was already up when he got home from work.
When he puts his hand inside the baby bed and extends one of his fingers petting at her small hand, the baby jumps a little like she didn’t know he was there, but recognition is instant and she smiles up at him, her tiny fingers clutching around his.
“Hi miss Nari,” he says quietly, “How long have you been up, hmm? Bout time for some milk isn’t it?”
She blows a bubble up at him.
His heart swells as he picks her up, a big hand supporting her head as he pulls her to his chest. A detour to the changing table precedes his walk to the living room, where his wife is sat cross legged on the floor, papers and her laptop scattered in front of her on the coffee table. The video baby monitor is propped up as well.
“Hi honey,” Jeongguk says.
Dasom looks over her shoulder, sees the two of them and smiles. “Hey, how was work? And how’s our baby?” She types something on her laptop.
“Baby is good and work was work. Remember how I said we are thinking of setting up another branch?” Jeongguk asks, swaying a little with his cheek resting on Nari’s head. She smells like baby and Dasom hums in acknowledgement. “My brother finally got me a list of locations, so just a lot of assigning scouts to scope them out and budgeting for the cost of their travel.”
“That’s great, babe,” Dasom says.
Jeongguk watches her for a few more moments, as she flips through the papers like she’s looking for something. He walks around, so that he can sit in the loveseat off to the side, adjusts Nari so that she’s cradled in the bend of his arm. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Just reviewing everything that’s happened at the office over the last few months…” She flicks her eyes to him.
Jeongguk frowns. “You still have two and a half weeks before you have to go back, don’t you?”
“Yeah, wanna be prepared though.”
Nari starts to wiggle in his arms, fussy. “Did you ever see if you could get a few more weeks since you guys were in the hospital for so long? That’s hardly a leave, if you ask me.”
She laughs lightly. “That’s true. But I don’t think it’s necessary? She’s doing really well, and I think that that Montessori nursery will be good for her.”
Tension fills Jeongguk’s body. “I thought we talked about letting Yeoreum watch her when you go back to work.”
“Well yes. We talked about it– but we didn’t commit to–”
“We didn’t commit to Montessori either–”
“What benefits is Nari getting if we do that?” Dasom says, finally giving Jeongguk her full attention. “No offense to Jin’s wife, but it’s not like she’s certified to care for newborns.”
“She’s a mother, Som. A very good one, she knows how to care for a baby. And Nari would be the only baby she’s taking care of so it’s one on one attention and it’s someone we know and trust so–”
“Montessori has curriculum, and it teaches children to be independent–”
“She’s a baby! She doesn’t need to be independent. She needs to be–”
Nari’s fussiness has escalated, her tiny cries filling the living room. Jeongguk starts rocking her, shushing her with soft coos. He tries the pacifier attached to her onesie, but she just pushes it out, crying louder.
“She’s hungry,” Jeongguk says, getting to his feet so he can hand her to her mom.
“I pre-pumped when she was napping earlier. There’s a bottle with 6.5 ounces in the fridge.”
Picking his battles and barely suppressing a frustrated sigh, he walks to the kitchen and places the bottle in the warmer. Nari’s cries continue to sound as he waits, bouncing her a little, rubbing her back.
Back in the loveseat, he tries to give Nari her dinner but she’s grumpy, turning her head or pushing the nipple out of her mouth, growing angrier by the minute, her tiny body turning red from how hard she’s crying.
“She’s not taking the bottle, I think she–”
“Is it warm enough?”
“Yes, I think she wants you.”
Nari’s mom looks over the top of her laptop and nods. “I’m just about done–”
“Dasom, please,” Jeongguk says, “She’s hungry and she wants her mom.”
Almost like a fog clears, Dasom’s face falls before she’s nodding hastily. “Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry I– bring her to me.”
As soon as Nari’s in her mom’s arms she quiets some, and once Dasom holds her close and starts to feed her it’s serene again. Nari’s little hand opens and closes rhythmically, until her mom gives her her finger, like Jeongguk did early. Ever since she came home from the hospital, she’s liked to hold hands.
“I’m sorry,” Dasom whispers again, without looking at Jeongguk. He can hear the guilt in her voice.
He tells her it's okay and that he’s going to shower.
Later when Nari’s down for the night and he and his wife are laying in bed, Dasom apologizes again. Tells Jeongguk that she was just stressed with preparing for work and juggling the baby.
“Som-ie, that reminds me, I was thinking…”
She turns to look at him from his side of the bed, smiling. “Not too hard, hopefully.”
“Ha-ha,” he says, unamused. He continues nervously, like he’s walking on eggshells. “But I was thinking– what if you took off for the first year or so?”
The shift in atmosphere is instant. Dasom goes stiff in her spot next to him, and she says silent.
“I only say it because we would be fine, you know?” He tries to explain, “My job brings in more than enough for us to be okay, and if you just stayed home with her, you could teach her the way that you want and I would get the peace of mind knowing that she’s safe with someone I love and trust. We would solve the daycare dilemma…”
Still, his wife says nothing, her brows furrowed.
“And you wouldn’t be so stressed…” Jeongguk continues, “you wouldn’t have to worry about work on top of being a mom… You would never miss any of her firsts and–”
“When we talked about having a baby, I told you I didn’t want to be one of those moms.”
Dasom’s voice is upset, her tone hard.
“I know, I know,” Jeongguk says softly, “But it wouldn’t be for forever. Just until she’s older… I read that companies will give extended leaves sometimes, kind of like a sabbatical.”
She laughs in disbelief, “How long have you been thinking about this? I’m not taking an extended leave, or a sabbatical, or a hiatus or whatever it is you’ve been researching, Jeongguk. I worked so hard to get to where I am,” she closes her eyes like she’s trying to stay calm, “You can’t ask me to throw that away.”
“That’s not what I’m asking–”
“But it is!” she exclaims, “Even being gone for 3 months has already put me back. My position isn’t one that can stay open for extended periods of time. And that means if I take off for even just a year– it’ll be given to someone else. Someone else will come into what I built and either reap the benefits or ruin it.”
Jeongguk stays quiet, looking at the pattern of the duvet over his lap.
It’s softer when Dasom speaks up again. “If that’s the kind of mother you want me to be– the kind that has no substance, or passions, or goals outside of being a mom– then… you may as well get the papers.”
Jeongguk’s head snaps up, his expression shocked and confused. “Divorce? Why is that the first thing your mind goes to?”
Dasom runs her hands through her hair, pressing the heels of her palms against her temples. “I’m not gonna bend on this, Kook.”
And it was almost like when the idea of divorce was spoken into existence, it was something that hung over them, like a curse that took only 7 months to come true.
“Dasom is a good mom,” Jeongguk says slowly, “We just parent very differently.”
You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue, adjusting yourself so that you’re looking at him.
“That’s the root of it, really. We couldn’t agree on anything when it came to Nari. And obviously we talked about things before she was born, and had a loose idea of how we wanted to raise her…” He stops for a moment to think.
“It’s just so different when they are born, like you think you know what it means to be a parent but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened and they are in your arms and you’re searching for a daycare and coming across horror stories about the workers abusing the kids. Or thinking about how it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she doesn’t talk but also knowing how much harder her life will be if she doesn’t.”
You can feel a heaviness cloud the room. Jeongguk is so good at keeping this part of himself tucked away, good at putting on a brave face that when you look at him and see him looking down at his baby with worried, furrowed brows, your heart aches.
“And it led to a lot of really bad fights and it just got to a point where one day I decided I wouldn’t raise a baby in a home that was tumultuous.”
“What did you guys argue about?” you ask softly.
Jeongguk gives you a sad smile. “More like what didn’t we argue about. Daycare… But I’ll admit I agreed to it before she was born and then changed my mind... Her speech, how to deal with tantrums, where she slept, what she ate. I think Dasom’s too tough, she thinks I’m too soft…” he taps his fingers on Nari’s belly, “She thinks I’m part of the reason why she doesn’t talk. That because I dote on her, Nari thinks that she doesn’t need to use words so she just doesn’t.”
Your brows furrow. “Babies hit milestones at different rates, my cousin didn’t talk at all until he was three… Taking care of her isn’t hindering her development.”
“Thank you,” he says, quietly. “I think she’s starting to understand that too, as we keep getting outside opinions…”
He falls silent and you can tell he’s sad, his hand coming up to push Nari’s hair off of her forehead, the baby now sleeping, her round tummy expanding as she takes deep breaths. You feel bad, having brought the tense atmosphere on with your questions.
“Nari’s so smart, Gguk,” you say, kind of hasty, eager to make him feel better. “Like earlier I was upset, and she just knew… she’s so emotionally intelligent and has such a pure heart–”
“You were upset earlier?” Jeongguk asks, his gaze questioning as he looks at you.
Your mouth opens and closes like you’re trying to find the right words, but none will come out.
“Why were you upset?” he asks again, genuine worry on his face.
And just like a few hours ago, when you felt like Nari was asking you if you were okay; when Jeongguk asks you why you were upset, tears begin to well in your eyes.
At the sight of tearing up, Jeongguk sits up gingerly trying to not wake Nari, but also be attentive at the same time. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me…”
You sit up too, looking at Jeongguk for a moment before looking down at your hands in your lap. A tear lands on your skin when you blink, and you take a deep breath before you say, “I… I heard you earlier…”
His face pulls into one of confusion. “Me and Dasom?”
Your head tilts back, and you sound exasperated when you say, “Who else?”
Jeongguk thinks for a moment, goes over what he and his ex talked about, remembers her being a bit touchy about your age, and then he thinks he gets it. His features soften as he says, “Don’t listen to her… seeing you just caught her off guard, she–”
You give a hopeless watery laugh, turning to look at him with sad eyes. “It’s not what she said, it’s what you didn’t say.”
And once again confusion takes over his features, his mind trying to comprehend how and why something he never even said could hurt you to the point of you sniffling in his bed, your eyes begging him to get it. He feels bad when he says, “I don’t understand?”
It was never in the plan for you to be the girl that’s crying about why a man did or didn’t do something– that’s never been who you are. You’ve never really cared enough to get upset, you’ve always been independent, just cutting your losses and moving on.
But with Jeongguk, cutting your losses feels a lot like cutting out part of your heart, and you don’t think you’ll make it if you do that. One can live with half their lungs, only one of their kidneys… but no one ever lasts long when part of their heart goes missing. Jeongguk has become vital to you.
“Jeongguk,” you whisper, “What are we doing?”
Maybe it’s unfair of you to ask him something like that, when you both agreed to something carefree, no strings attached. But you think that falling in love with someone is a lot like how Jeongguk described being a parent: You think you know what it means, but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened.
Because that’s what felt different prior to opening that door and letting doubt in with the breeze. Everything felt warmer, easier, safer, better because it was laced with the realization that you love Jeongguk.
His face has fallen when you look at him, waiting for his reply. The corners of his lips are down turned, and his brows are turned up. He begins to shake his head softly, his mouth parting a few times before he’s raising his shoulders in a hopeless way.
“I– I don’t know anymore,” he whispers back.
That’s the answer you expected, but it still makes you exhale pain, like his words knock the wind out of you. It’s shaky when you catch your breath, but you nod.
“I think I should leave for tonight,” you tell him, starting to push his comforter to the side.
Jeongguk feels his heart start to race, and he reaches out for you, his hand landing on your shoulder. “What? Right now? It’s the middle of the night– don’t– it’s–”
“If you don’t want me to leave,” you interrupt him, “then we need to talk.”
His mouth snaps shut and he rolls his lips between his teeth like he’s thinking. He glances at the baby sleeping between you, and gives you a quick nod. “Yeah, okay… Just not here, I don’t want her waking up again… let me get the monitor from her room. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Nodding wordlessly, you slip out of the room.
You’re pacing lightly, in nothing but his shirt that hits high on your thigh and a pair of panties, when Jeongguk comes out. He’s still shirtless, but he pulled on some joggers before leaving the room. One hand is pushing his hair back like he’s stressed, and the other is holding the baby monitor. He places it on the counter, and turns to you. A sad smile is offered, and you give him one back because it’s instinct.
It seems like neither of you know where to begin, both just breathing heavy in the artificial light. You take a deep breath.
“I wanted you to defend me,” you admit.
Jeongguk stays quiet, but his brows pinch.
“Or maybe like… defend us…” Embarrassment creeps into your bones.
“Defend us over what?” he asks. He doesn’t sound like he’s being dense, but like he actually doesn’t know.
Sighing, you say, “The way she talked about me, Gguk… She said I was something you needed to ‘get out of your system’... just a friend you fuck that’s disposable and unimportant and–”
“You know that’s not true,” he interjects.
“Yeah I do. Why didn’t you tell her that?” You can feel the first licks of anger in your chest, your voice coming out harsher than you intend. “Why did you let her talk about me like I’m just some stupid kid that doesn’t know what she wants? Like you don’t know what you want?”
Jeongguk thinks about it, realizes the answer is quite simple.
“Because I don’t know what I want, and I don’t think that you know what you want either.”
You look taken aback, and anger colors your features. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that this turned into something it was never supposed to and now we don’t know how to navigate it or what we want from each other anymore,” Jeongguk explains, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice.
It’s true and it’s not at the same time. Because Jeongguk knows what he wants, at least to some extent, but he knows he can’t have it. Meaning that if he can’t have what he wants, he doesn’t know what he wants instead of that. And he supposes he can’t speak for you, but he doesn’t correct himself, instead says, “We’re in too deep, __… I care about you.”
It doesn’t sound like much, but you know what he means… know that it’s a confession of some sort.
Tentative hope bubbles in your chest at his words, and you take a few steps closer to him. “That’s not a bad thing, I care too. We both care so we can–” you pause, and look up at him. “We can just take the next step or something, right?”
Jeongguk smiles softly, and his hands come up to cup your face and it’s warm again, and it’s safe when you’re in his palms and when he’s kissing you. Your hands come up to just hold at his wrists, eyes shutting, and it’s sweet again and–
“It’s not that simple, baby…”
–and it’s over.
“There’s something that Dasom said that’s true.”
And you know it’s childish but you shake your head in his hands and tears begin to brim. She ruined everything. She planted that seed of doubt in both your heads, and she’s the reason why Jeongguk doesn’t feel safe anymore and why his hands aren’t warm and why everything is falling apart. You squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your brows together, a few tears spilling over. “I don’t want to talk about her,” you whisper.
He smiles, a sad curve to his lips. “I know, you don’t... But we both need to hear it… We don’t agree on a lot when it comes to Nari, but she was right when she said that thing about people coming into Nari’s life and then leaving after she gets attached. That’s not fair to Nari and it was selfish of me to let it happen.”
“How do you know I’m just going to leave?” you ask.
“Because I’m not going to let you stay,” Jeongguk whispers, his thumb wiping away the tears that have already started to flow.
Words don’t even come to you, because of how badly it hurts. And you’re doing your best to keep it as together as you can because you aren’t pathetic. You’re not going to beg him to let you stay but you want to understand why. Your voice cracks when you ask him.
“You’re too young, __. And I’m not saying that’s why I don’t think you know what you want… But I don’t think you know what being with me long term means, and what you would be missing out on… I’m not going to trap you, it’ll just lead to you resenting me,” he says gently. His hands have left your face, and he walks around a little like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “And there’s just so much that I have to balance. I don’t know if I have room or the time–”
It feels like a slap in the face. How did everything change so quickly from this morning?
“There was room in your bed for me,” you interrupt him, bitter pain lacing your words. “You had time to fuck me.”
He winces. “You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he tells you gently, “I just meant… I think I need to think about things, reevaluate my priorities–”
It sounds a lot like what you said earlier, when you were under him, taunting him with kisses.
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
And god, you wish you could go back. Wish you could rewind and just replay everything up until the doorbell rang. But you can’t because the reality of the situation is that this was always going to end.
Jeongguk has his mind made up. The fear of you leaving him and Nari and the fear of you resenting him if you stayed are inevitable feelings that he would have realized eventually. He has priorities and if he doesn’t change the way he thinks, it won’t ever work because–
“Because I’m not one of them…” you realize quietly. He cares, but not enough.
Jeongguk’s composure breaks and it’s written all over his face, how much it hurts him to hurt you, even if it’s not intentional. “I’m sorry,” he says, and it sounds desperate like he’s yearning for you to know that he means it. “But it’s always going to be her, Nari will always be the most important thing to me.”
And you won’t beg for a place in his life, but you want him to understand.
“I’m not asking to be the most important thing in your life, that’s not what I want,” you tell him.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you to understand that I just want to be with you,” you tell him.
He’s by the couch now, sitting on the armrest. His lips are pressed in a tight line, and you can see redness around his eyes from fighting tears of his own. You’re still by the counter where he left you.
“It doesn’t have to be so extreme, Gguk… It’s not like we’re getting married, we would just be taking a next step–”
“But we might, __!” he yells, before shutting his eyes roughly and taking a deep breath. His tone is softer when he continues. “Obviously I wouldn’t spring that on you, but being with me means that you have to be okay with a lot of things,” he says.  
When you ask him what kinds of things he says, “You would have to be okay with never coming first, with me cancelling on you whenever something comes up with Nari. You would have to be okay with me still having a relationship with my ex because I refuse to let my baby have parents that hate each other.”
You try to keep your face straight but he must be able to see how he’s getting into your head because he continues, almost like he’s trying to convince you it’s not worth it being with him.
“At 22 you have to be okay with potentially getting married, with being a stepmom… I know you care about Nari, but if you were to commit to me, you would have to commit to her too. There would be boundaries that me and Dasom make, and you would have to respect them. You and her would have to learn to get along.”
“You’re only 22, __,” he continues, his voice borders on whining, like he just wants you to get it. “You don’t want that. You would lose your freedom… while your friends are travelling or doing whatever, you’ll be in a relationship, tied down… I won’t do that to you, __.” He looks at you for a moment. “Maybe you want a relationship,” he amends, trying to acknowledge your feelings. “But you don’t want an instant family, it’s too much for someone so young. It’s even a lot for people my age.”
“Why does it have to be so… all or nothing?” you ask, a little desperate because it's hard to understand the way he thinks.
“I can’t think short term when I have a baby who depends on me long term,” he replies.
“Then what have we been doing this whole time?”
Jeongguk opens his hands, turns his palms up like he’s giving up. “I was selfish and I got caught up… I made a mistake.”
A mistake. Your heart breaks a little but it beats loud in your ears as you let his words sink in. It's a lot to take in, especially when you two haven’t spoken about being in a committed relationship even once before. And it's confusing because he said he cared.
“I thought you cared about me… Why does it feel like you’re trying to scare me away?” you ask him, voice hurt.
Jeongguk looks at his hands, like he can’t face you. “I do care about you, and I’m not trying to scare you,” he says quietly. “I’m just telling you a fraction of the things that you really need to think about.”
And think you do.
Do you really want all that? Was he right when he alluded to you losing more than you gain? Are you ready to get into a relationship with someone who has marriage as the end goal when you don’t even have your life figured out? Are you really mature enough to handle his relationship with his ex, when you can’t even maturely handle things with your roommates sometimes?
Would being with you be a good thing for him and Nari? Or would they be better off with someone else? Someone with goals and passions, and their life a little more figured out. Maybe someone who has a kid of her own, because she knows what it’s like already. Someone older and more mature with a good job. Someone who is nothing like you.
You didn’t even notice that you started crying, but when you come back, your eyes are blurry and your cheeks are sticky with old and new tears.
“Okay,” you say. You try to smile, but your chin is quivering. “I’ll let you know when I’ve thought through everything.”
When you go back to his room to get you things, you give Nari a tiny kiss, and you tell her that you’ll miss her. As you walk past Jeongguk to his front door, he doesn’t try to stop you this time.
You love Jeongguk, you’re sure that you do, but maybe being with him isn’t what's best. Doubt has made a home in your heart, that warmth you long for nowhere to be seen or felt.
AYOOOOO don’t scream at me too much, that's not the end lmao but whoa... how’d they go from kissing to crying just like that hmm... also, opinions on the ex wife?? genuinely curious bc i actually dont hate her ?? 🤔 anyway, i hope you liked it, if you did please do all the things~~ please reblog, like, comment, send an ask... very curious about how we feel about this one 🙇🏻‍♀️ thanks for reading and as always i love u, sorry im posting late lol byeeee <3
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moonchild1 · 3 months ago
jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅰ)
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hi guys here's a list of all my favourite jungkook fics I hope you enjoy them, please show your love and support to these amazing writers and their blogs 🖤🖤 just so you know majority of the fics contain smut so no minors allowed please, happy reading everyone ♡
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
learn to love by @knjoodles f a (teacher jk single parent au)
thinning thread by @flowerwrites06 s a (marriage au)
other half by @whatifyoulivelikethat f s (roommates to friends with benefits au)
forever doesn't exist by @jeonstheticcc Angst (break up au)
anima meaology by @arckook f a (soulmate au) ft. Taehyung
have a nice day by @lookingforluna s (doctor au established relationship au)
how many drinks? by @xpeachesncream f s a (best friends au college au)
come here I'm your paradise by @borathae f s (honeymoon au)
killing me softly with his touch by @borathae f
different paths by @taehyungiejiminie95 f a (dad au)
in the frosty air by @gukyi f a (roommate au)
the art of the rom-com by @gukyi f a (enemies to lovers au college au)
Aim for the heart by @writemywaytoyourheart f a (hitman jk)
matching hearts by @arcticguk f a (exes au)
boys tears by @arcticguk f a (fuck boy au college au frenemies to lovers frat boy au)
pretty savage by @jimidol s (CEO JK CEO Tae assistant oc) ft. Taehyung
re: untitled by @to-star-lake a (ceo jk arranged marriage au)
soft skin by @namjoonchronicles f (date night domestic au)
new rules by @tayegi s a (fratboy jk)
now to forever by @aiimaginesbts f a (exes au)
Wherever there is you by @jeonstudios f a (marriage au)
glimpse by @sushivrs a (exes au idol au)
worth the wait by @sketchguk f s a (strangers to lovers au college au)
backstage quickies by @btsqualityy s (idol au)
you've got mail by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong f a (exes to lovers au)
just friends by @kinktae s a (best friends au)
May 31 by @jeonjeonggukenergy f s (roommate au)
photographs by @honeyedhoseok f a
night apple is poison apple by @helvonasche f s a (childhood best friend au)
leave your name by @craztextae s (90's throwback au)
the wedding date by @jjungkookislife f s a (fake dating au)
come again and again by @jjungkookislife s (established relationship au)
waste it on me by @sunshinejunghoseokie f a (enemies to lovers au rock band au)
Lucky one by @sparklingchim s (established relationship au)
Laundry love by @hisunshiine s (neighbour au)
awkwardly in love by @strawberrynamjoon f (friends to lovers au)
amateur dance by @eternally-writing f s (boyfriend au)
Can't be without you by @ahundredtimesover f s a (best friends au underground fighter jk)
caught in a web by @gukptune f s (spiderman au)
tangled thoughts by @mimikookie a (spiderman au exes to lovers au)
And if I did? by @mimikookie f s (spiderman au established relationship au)
To have known you by @mimikookie f (spiderman au established relationship au)
Patch me up by @adoringjjk f a (spiderman au reporter reader)
catch me by @taetortotss (spiderman au)
Arachne-boy by @kinktae (spiderman au friends to lovers au)
Tangled web by @ughseoks f a (spiderman au soulmate au)
call me jungkook by @ughseoks f a (spiderman au)
all webbed up by @ughseoks s (spiderman au boyfriend au)
I love so I let go by @yukheii (spiderman au friends to lovers au)
webslinger by @lemon-boy-stan a (spiderman au boyfriend au)
↬remember I mentioned that spidey jungkook phase I went through :) ... honestly I'm still going through it so if you know of any marvel au's with the members or jungkook spiderman au's please share them I would love to read it ♡
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bangtangalicious · 3 months ago
touch me wherever | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore
genre: pwp smut oneshot | loss-of-innocence!au, innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, childhoodfriends!au 
wordcount: 2.8k
warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, unhealthy attachment, cumming in his pants, EXTREMELY horny feverishly whiny needy clingy jungkook, nudity, breast play, groping, subtle body worship, inexperience, a lot of begging, some crying, stuttering, coersion/dubcon-ish technically yeah, unrealistic scenario lol, mention of wet dreams, obsessive behavior, praise, assume characters are 18+ but just have no fucking clue what sex is, this is a fucking fever dream idk, cursing, dom!kook, naive clueless reader 
a/n: thank you so much for 1000 notes on fuck me forever! to express my gratitude, this is my gift to you, another needy greedy jungkook smut :) i hope you enjoy <3
Boundaries? That’s something you and Jungkook never needed, practically growing up side by side. Both your families were incredibly close, but equally sheltered. They kept the two of you trapped together in a conservative suburban bubble where the world consisted only of what was right in front of your eyes. No questions asked. 
As a child, Jungkook had always been addicted to the touch of your skin. He craved the soft warmth you had to offer, clinging to you like velcro, throwing frustrated tantrums whenever the two of you got separated. 
His face would get red with rage, fat tears forming in his eyes as his parents dragged him away from your bed once night would fall. He couldn’t sleep without you. Your touch was his safety blanket. He was only able to grow out of it when you leant him your teddy, finding peace in the way it smelled like you. 
Growing up, you had quickly understood that Jungkook was a very affectionate person, suffocating you with hugs and tickles whenever you would hang out. You had become used to him feeling you as he pleased, not ever minding the way his nimble fingers would trace across your legs, sliding under your uniform skirt at times. It tickled—you would laugh.
After Jungkook had hit puberty, his clinginess magnified tenfold. 
You plagued his dreams constantly, and without realizing it he would rut shamelessly against his pillow, crying out for you softly as heaping spurts of cum would fill his underwear.
He’d wake up, breathless with only you, you, you pounding through his head. His mind was dizzy with the feeling of your skin, he just wanted to touch you. He needed you near, to feel you pressed against him so that he could just—
He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body in the morning when his thighs would be sticky and sheets stained. Sometimes he would day dream about you in school, only to wake up to the sound of your teasing voice, looking into your eyes as he leaked everywhere under the table. 
Jungkook found it horribly embarrassing. 
Until one day his older friend Seokjin told him what he was experiencing. They were called wet dreams, and allegedly they were normal. There was nothing wrong with it, but somehow Jungkook felt exposed. Guilty. Dirty.
He didn’t want it to happen, he couldn’t understand why but he ached for you so bad that it hurt. Kneeling down under a cold shower he would beg himself to get a grip, trying his best to act normal. His restraint paid off. 
Most of the time.
Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his basement, where you used to play pretend as young children. He’d be the doctor and give you checkups, healing your injuries with the delicate graze of his lips. 
It was hopelessly warm, to which you suggested shedding a few layers in order to feel more comfortable on the thick velvet cushions that were almost damp with sweat. Your head nestled in his lap, body in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight shorts that had found their way up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
You were talking, he could see your lips move at the edge of his vision but he couldn’t hear you over his steady focus on your cute polkadot bra—so snug and soft that Jungkook wanted to drool. He had noticed that your body had blossomed over time, flesh spilling over the tops of the flimsy fabric. The delicate curves that called out to him. Something rooted deep within him was yearning to get his hands on you.
“Jungkook! Are you okay?” You felt something poking the back of your head, prompting you to squirm in his lap as you attempted to catch his attention.
“Um” Jungkook stammered, unable to find words. He didn’t remember what you were doing there anymore. He barely remembered who he was. All he could understand was that his body was telling him something. Telling him to feel you, more of you, all of you. “S..sorry yeah. I’m good”
“God it is disgusting down here. I’m gonna take this off, one second” He found himself blinking in a daze as you sat up and unclasped your bra, his hips bucking up as it fell with a snap to the floor. Your arms covered your chest to shield you from the sudden exposure, giggling as you turned back towards him.
“Holy shit” Jungkook choked, clenching his fists so tight they were becoming white. “W..what are you doing?” You slid your bottoms off, bending slightly so Jungkook could see your cute cotton panties tucked between your legs.
“It’s so hot, besides it’s just you” Jungkook’s eyes trailed up your legs as you stepped out of the garment, his mouth dry. You took notice of his frazzled state, “Jungkook, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
His eyes moved down to his own shorts, noticing a bulge in between his legs. He scoot up to you, looking everywhere except your eyes, the painful clench between his thighs almost too overwhelming, his heart felt like it could burst. His desire suffocated him. You were a burning fever, spreading from his head all the way through his chest. 
Jungkook cleared his throat, “What? Yeah uh,” You raised your eyebrows at him, but he avoided your gaze. He gulped, swallowing down the heat rising to his cheeks. “I’m just in a little pain you see this?”
Jungkook warily placed your hand over the tent in his shorts. You nodded, lip tucked between your nibbling teeth as you observed with great interest.
His eyes widened as your hand palmed around his cock, fingers trailing across the outline of the prominent bulge. Jungkook felt his breath get knocked out of him as he stumbled towards you. “Wait don’t!”
“What’s wrong?” You let go of him. “I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” He shook his head, only to realize he was now face to face with your perky breasts.
“Looks so soft” He murmured, blinking at you “C..can I...” He opened his palms wide “Looks so squishy, I wanna squish them”
You beat him to it, and he watched with blasted eyes as you caressed your breast mindlessly, flesh peeking through the cracks of your fingers as you gave a nonchalant shrug. “I mean I guess”
Jungkook grabbed at your tits, gripping them and giving them a harsh squeeze, underestimating the force of his strength. You winced as he continued to juggle the flesh in his hands, before pinching your nipples harshly to which you yelped “Ow”
He paused, a worried look on his face as his hands stilled. “That hurt Jungkook” You pouted.
Jungkook inhaled sharply, refocusing his gaze on your sensitive nubs as he gently padded his thumb over the bruised area. The immediate twitch of your body did not go unnoticed by him, and neither did the way you clenched your jaw, almost as though you were holding your breath. A glow arriving on your cheeks as his careful ministrations persisted.
“Does that feel better? M’sorry” Jungkook instinctively wrapped his tongue around your erect nipple, watching you carefully to see how you would react. He noticed you gasp at his actions, a glint in your eye that seemed to stroke the raging ego within him.
Did you feel it too? Were you aching as bad as he was?
“That feels...weird Kook.” The taught tip of his tongue flicked at your eager nub as his lips sloppily engulfed the tender flesh. He sucked harshly, loving the sweet taste of your skin. You found yourself being pushed onto your back, the hopelessly warm couch acting as a landing pad for the soft thunk of your head.
“It hurts” Jungkook panted, licking his lips as a string of saliva kept him attached to your heaving breast “ my pants. When you touch me there, it stopped hurting so much, you know?”
Jungkook licked his lips. He stared at your hardened nipples that were on display. What would happen if I just—
His body jerked forward, shoving his face into your chest, palms squeezing them against his cheeks. He let out a muffled groan, inhaling sharply to the point where his eyes rolled back, intoxicated by your scent. “Y/n, oh Y/n fuck it hurts so bad mmfh—” He cried into you, shaking his head. The soft ends of his dark hair tickling against your sensitive skin.
You looked down at him in shock, tugging his head back “What are you doing?? Jungkook?”
“Ugh, Y/n, just let me” Jungkook whined, his grip on your breasts tightening “No please. A little longer—it helps...I need this” He exhaled, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin.
He slowly released you, noticing his nails had left imprints on the sides of your breasts. He looked at you apologetically, caressing the scars with his fingers. You barely realized the delicate whimper that left your lips, but it had Jungkook’s body going rigid, arousal coursing through his veins like a shot.
“You good. It’s so hard for me to be around you I can’t...breathe” He traced his nose up to your shoulder, making you giggle at the ticklish brush of his skin. He arrived at your neck, inhaling deeply as he hovered over you, heat radiating from his body. His hips flinched, signaling him to find some sort of friction.
“Jungkook maybe we should get you to a doctor”
“No!” He pinned your shoulders back, a frightening growl appearing in his voice “Please only you can make it better I swear” You squirmed “It’s your fault anyway” He barked, “You made this happen to me”
You gaped at him, “What? What did I do?” Part of him wanted to tell you. He wanted you to know how much pain you caused him. Every day he’d wake up to you, fall asleep to you. You distracted him, you were taking over his entire mind. All you had to do was let him touch you and it would all feel better, but you were selfish, as if possessing him with your amazing body on his mind wasn’t enough torture.
It was your fault! You did this to him. How could you deny him of help? If you asked him to do anything for you, you knew he would, without hesitation. Did you not feel it too? Why couldn’t you just understand? Weren’t you were supposed to be his friend?
Reluctantly, Jungkook slid off of your body, creating distance between the two of you where he buried his face in his palms.
You could hear his soft cries, and your heart wrenched. You hated it when he cried, it was the most awful feeling in the world. You would do just about anything to make him feel better. To take away all his pain.
You stood up, approaching him carefully as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, eyes glossy with tears, like a puppy. His pout was adorable, but the hurt in his eyes had you feeling guilty.
“Don’t cry Kookie...can I give you a hug?” You knew Jungkook loved your hugs. He had cried in your arms before, and you in his. You felt safe in his embrace, it was a comfort you never wanted to lose.
He nodded furiously, and let his hands fall to his side as you straddled his lap, holding him close to you, chest pressed against his as you stroked his back. Jungkook’s long fingers gripped your hips. He groaned as you adjusted your weight, sitting right where he needed you most. Even you couldn’t help the hot feeling that seized your body.
“You’re just so pretty Y/n...I can’t stop thinking about you” Jungkook’s hand slid up your back, holding you close to him. His face in your neck where you could feel him sniffling. “I need you so bad” He whimpered. “I just wanna be close to you, you know? Don’t you like being close to me?”
You were about to respond, before he harshly thrust up. His forearms kept you locked down tight on him as he pistoned his hips ruthlessly. You tried to move, tried to think but you couldn’t.
“Oh god oh god oh god” Jungkook yelped, his voice loud in your ears “It hurts so bad Y/n please oh gggod, I need you” His hands moved to the sides of you waist, holding you firm as he began to bounce you up and down, drawing his hips up to meet you as he grinded you down on him, the friction unbearably harsh, burning through the both of you.
His mouth hung open, face scrunched with an unbelievable amount of pleasure. Your body was so warm. You were flesh and bones against him, and his mind was going haywire—he humped against you like an animal. It felt so good—it felt so incredibly good. 
He had never experienced anything like it. He was about to absolutely lose his mind, the pressure from your beautiful body pressing up against his, pushing him to a point beyond nirvana. He furiously rubbed his crotch into your heat, chasing, faster, he needed more, it felt so good, he needed you so bad that he—
“Jungkook stop it!” You whined into his neck. He slowly came to a halt, sweat forming at his forehead as his heavy breathing echoed through the cluttered basement walls. The fabric of his shorts hopelessly straining, desperate to unleash what he was suppressing inside.
“Whyyy?” He complained, a hint of irritation in his voice “It helps me Y/n, I have to...otherwise it’s gonna keep hurting come onnnn don’t be like this”
“I just...wait...” You licked your lips. Then Jungkook realized. He could see it in your eyes—you felt it too. He didn’t know how he knew but he did. You were responding to every move he made and you loved it. But you were scared, hesitating, unfamiliar with these sensations. It was happening too fast, Jungkook read your body like an open book, you needed comfort. Relief. 
“Y/n...I already feel so much better feel so good when I rub against you I feel so” He felt apart before your eyes, dragging you across his crotch in different ways until he found the perfect angle, where he could feel the wet heat of your core right where he needed it most. “Right there! Right there, that...that feels good” Drool trickled at the edge of his lips.
He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your chest as he moved you, you were frail in his hands. So good for him, so sweet—just perfect.
“No I...I need more” He was almost screaming into you. "More Y/n, I need to feel more it’s’s not enough I need”
A low growl escaped him as he lifted you up, ignoring the way you shouted out in surprise. Against the wall he spread your legs out wide, one thigh hooked over his elbow. His hips buckled, accelerating as his cock slammed against your trembling heat, searing against your nerves as he humped you as deep as he possibly could. You winced in pain as your head hit the hard surface behind you.
“Oh my...Jungkook” He could see the arousal in your eyes, and it was that and the needy moan with which his name left your gorgeous lips that sent him spiraling.
“God Y/n...mmm’close...ohhh fuckkk” He came—the fabric beneath you get hot and wet with his sticky cum. He held you close as his entire body twitched in pleasure, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up. It was unbelievable, even in his wildest dreams he had never felt such overwhelming bliss, and it was all thanks to you, beautiful, sweet, you.
He released you from his grasp, but you grabbed his waistline, pulling him back to you so you could roll your hips against him. “” You groaned in frustration when your body couldn’t find the same friction it was loving just moments ago. 
Jungkook tilted his head at you curiously, watching as you tried to rub your cunt against him, bouncing on the balls of your feet while your fingers dug into his toned shoulders “Y/n stop, it’s gone. The pain is gone, if you keep doing that it’ll hurt” He pushed your hair back behind your ears, the carnal desire gone from his eyes.
You shook your head “But that’s not fair. I need...”
“What do you need hm?” Jungkook brought your face to his, his eyelashes brushing against yours “Tell me and I can try to help you”
“I don’t know! Okay! Jungkook. Just...touch me”
He nodded. “Where?” You looked at him, the look in your eyes was so desperate, so pleading, it had his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes fluttered to your lips. He inched closer to you, finding your gaze again “Where do you want me to touch you Y/n?”
“Wherever” You gasped “Everywhere, I need it I need to feel—” Your words made no sense to you, but Jungkook seemed to understand. He pressed his lips against yours.
“It burns doesn’t it? Tell me where it hurts the most” He commanded breathlessly as his hand cupped your trembling cunt over your drenched panties “Is it here? Can I touch you here? Is that what you want Y/n?” He rubbed his palm against the cotton, making you whine terribly.
“Jungkook..yeah..there feels really” You thrust your hips against him, face dumbed out in utter bliss, “Please touch me Jungkook…touch me wherever you want…but please please don’t ever stop”
thank you so much for reading! let me know what you think ;) masterlist  
scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia |
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here
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arcticmarshmallow · 2 months ago
𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧
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Pairing: Dilf! Jungkook x Spoiled! Reader 
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst 
Word Count: 27.4k (I am deeply sorry)
Notes>> If you’re looking for a fic to waste your time<3
Content Warning: jungkook is rich, sexual themes, reader is kind of bratty, swearing, tattooed jk, baby mama drama, reader has a slight attitude problem, toxic parenting, brand dropping, reader was a troublemaker, age gap (3 years), commitment Issues, jungkook doesn’t know how to say no, the angst wrote itself..
Other Content: (Near the end), dom! jk, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), sub! reader (still pretty bratty), protected sex, orgasm denial, slight choking, begging, finger sucking?, big dick! jk, sexual tension, so much teasing, marking kink?
»»————- $ ————-««
“I’m cutting you off.” 
The air was sucked out of your lungs, your throat went dry and began to throb while you held back the tears that you sensed were rolling in. Did you hear that correctly? No. It must’ve been a joke, a sick, cruel joke. But what if it wasn’t? You could hear your pulse thrumming to a violent beat in your ears.
“What did you just say?” You stutter with your eyes wide in shock. You haven’t moved a muscle since he just spoke, too scared the situation would get worse. Instead, you rooted yourself to your position on the couch while you watched your father glare down at you from where he stood. 
“You heard what I said. I’m cutting you off.” Yes, there was world hunger, polluted oceans, sea levels were rising and destroying arctic habitats and endangering animals, but those were vastly insignificant compared to the issue that stood before you. 
Your father just cancelled your credit cards. 
“Why would you do that?! You know I’m supposed to meet up with friends at the mall later?” You truly didn’t understand why he was doing this to you. What could you have possibly done to deserve something like this? You couldn’t control the sudden burst of emotions you lashed out at him.
“That’s another thing, you don’t need to be hanging around with ‘those’ friends. They’re too expensive to have in your social circle. Look at this,” He pulls out a receipt from the chest pocket of his suit seemingly that he was prepared for this conversation. 
“Eight-hundred and fifty dollars for a pair of sunglasses that you’ve never worn, two hundred dollars for a pair of socks--” His face took on a deep shade of red the lower he got on the list, if it were possible, you could swear you could see the smoke fuming from his ears.
“They were made of Vicuna wool, high quality isn’t cheap..” You mumble as your father ran further down the list of ‘unnecessary’ purchases. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were rich, you had the money to afford such things, why the need to cut back?
“Y/n, you managed to spend twelve thousand dollars in one day. You’re financially irresponsible, and need to learn the value of a dollar.” His words cut through you with offence following behind it. 
“I know the value of a dollar, 100 cents, 4 quarters, 10 dimes-” Your arms defensively crossing over each other as you debated with your father.
“No, Y/n. That’s not what that means. You’re only proving my point, which is why starting tomorrow you’re going to be joining me at my company.” He tried to give you instructions but you both weren’t on the same page.
“No. I don’t want to work for you, can you just unfreeze my accounts-”
“No. Not until you learn what true hard work is. Do you think I was born with the ability to provide you with such luxuries? Do you think someone handed me this company?” You already knew the answer, all your father talked about was the years of work he put into creating and developing his enterprise regardless of if he's told the story over a thousand times.
“But it’s not fair-” You began to complain as you threw your arms around in passion for your disagreement with his decision. “If you don’t like it, you can move out. If not, I’ll see you at work tomorrow, 8:30 am sharp.” Your father dismisses the conversation as he begins to walk away. 
8:30 in the morning?! You never woke up until at least noon on a good day. This is too much. You weren’t made to work, you could feel the phantom sweat beading on your forehead at the mere thought of having to eat lunch in some break room surrounded by people in low-quality suits and blouses.
“I’m not working for you.” You object, your father stopping in his tracks at your words before slowly turning back around.
‘‘If you don’t cooperate with my rules, I’ll kick you out.” He threatens you but you took it lightly. If you had a dollar for every time your father had threatened to kick you out, you could literally afford to buy a mansion of your own. He had been saying this line ever since you turned eighteen, here you were, five years later still living under his roof.
 With that said, he walked away but paused once more.
“Oh, and your cars will be confiscated, so don’t think you can show up then leave in the middle of the day. "I'll be sending you a driver.” The smile on your father’s face convinced you that he lived to make your life miserable. 
»»————- $ ————-««
You couldn’t do this. 
The sound of your alarm abusively pulled you from your deep slumber, your eyes still felt as if they were sealed shut with industrial glue as you grudgingly pulled yourself out of bed. Making your way to the bathroom to prepare for potentially the worst day of your life, as you walked, you passed by the window, nearly being blinded by the orange rays of the rising sun. 
Huh, so this is what sunrise looks like. 
“-And this is Namjoon, a star employee. He’s the financial adviser, any doubts we have, we bring it to him and he knows exactly what to do.” Your father introduces you to the--what is it?-- fourth employee since you’ve walked into the building. 
“Namjoon, this is my daughter,” Your father introduces you while you tapped away on your phone, not acknowledging either of them. “-Y/n.” Your father punctuates your name with a snatch of your phone right out of your perfectly manicured hands, forcing you to look up at the man with dimples. 
“Hi.” Your voice was dry as you barely looked the man in the eyes trying not to roll your own. You could not believe you were actually here. He seemed to have picked up on your uninterested behaviour and decided to excuse himself to get back to work. 
“You know where my office is, if you have any questions-” You didn’t even let him finish before you cut in with a smart-mouthed response of your own. “Great, When can I leave?” Your father frowns in irritation, “You finish at 5, now get started.” Those were his last words before you watched him walk away from you yet again before disappearing behind the elevator walls. 
This is not how you were supposed to be spending your summer. 
You were supposed to be on a beach, dancing to island music with tropical drinks in your hand while you show off your curves in a Dior bikini, but no. You were stuck in some dull-coloured cubicle, organizing papers that had no importance to you and-
“shit.” You cursed under your breath as you felt a thin but stinging pain shoot through the side of your thumb. Paper cut. How could such a tiny slice cause so much pain, at first you didn’t think it would bleed until you saw the droplets of blood land on the files below you. 
You didn’t know whether to cry because of the pain or because you just ruined two hours of work. Out of frustration, you slid all the papers over the edge of your desk and into the recycling bin before storming off to find a band-aid. 
Once you had finally located the first-aid kit in the break room, your fury only grew as the box was being a pain in the ass to open. Trying to pry it open, your perfectly designed acrylic snapping off once you applied enough force to open the box. 
Only for there to be no band-aids. 
You just wanted to slam your head into a wall. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you outstretched your hand and acknowledged how uneven your nails looked now. You dropped the kit back onto the counter, not even bothering to put it away before heading to the copy room to print duplicates of the files your blood had ruined earlier.
The printer beeped repeatedly to support the message that lit up on the screen. 
‘Out of Ink’
“For fuck’s sake.” Your fury-filled fist slammed into the side of the printer as you read the notification. You were done with this. Working was bad enough, but nothing was going right. 
With heavy steps of your plain black flats tapping against the tiles, you marched into the elevator. Slouching back against the wall with your arms crossed as you watched the doors slowly close.
“Hold the door, Hold the do-” Your eyes snapped forward to see someone trying to get your attention to hold the door open for them as they sped towards you. His eyes were piercing into yours as you subconsciously admired his features briefly before coming back to your senses. 
Nevertheless, helping others was the last thing on your mind, so you stayed where you were, back against the wall and let the doors close. As if in slow motion, you watched him frown slightly as the doors shut him out of view. His expression almost making you feel bad for not holding the door open.
Now on the top floor, you made your way to your father’s office. Barely knocking on the door before you invited yourself in, throwing yourself onto the couch he had off to the side of his desk. 
“Y/n? What’s the issue-” Your father could barely get through his sentence before your outburst. “I’m quitting. It hasn’t even been four hours and I’ve already broken a nail and lost some blood. I’m sorry but this manual labour isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing in the middle of June.” 
“Y/n, I’ve been very patient with you for these last few years. You either finish the work you’ve been assigned here or you can pack your bags.” Now you weren’t so sure if it was an empty threat this time. 
“But I hate working here, can’t I work somewhere else?!” You whined, flopping over onto your stomach to complain into the cushions. As if it was perfectly timed, his office door clicks open revealing the man you had ignored at the elevator mere minutes ago. 
“Ah, Jeon. Perfect timing.” You snap up in place, fixing your hair subtly as you watched the man approach your father’s desk. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” He second-guesses the situation he let himself into.
“No of course not, my daughter is just being dramatic--” Your father pauses mid-sentence before he lets his gaze wander between you and the man with a plan bubbling in his mind. “You mentioned that you had an employee opening in your club didn’t you?” The man agrees, slowly piecing together what your father was about to say.
“Perfect. Take Y/n. She doesn’t seem to be adjusting well to the office and I can't have her acting unprofessionally in front of the other employees.” Your father offers your services before you can even blink. For the first time since he’s walked in, the man turns over to face you. You simply blinked at him, no distinct emotions revealing themselves on your face. “Yeah, I can do that.” He agrees. 
“I can assume you’re here for the partnership files.” Your father questions him rhetorically before reaching into his drawer and handing him the stack of papers. 
“You know, maybe you could show Y/n around your location and introduce her to the place.” Your father suggests to which the man pauses for a bit before agreeing. 
“Great, you’re both dismissed.” With a swat of his hand, you were being shooed out with this stranger. Your jaw was low as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. Did you just get fired? Then re-hired somewhere else? Without your consent?
You both made your way back into the elevator, the doors sliding closed, trapping in the awkward silence that lasted a few seconds too long to be considered bearable, but you wouldn't notice since you were so busy doing god knows what on your phone.
“I’m Jungkook by the way.” He introduced himself as some way to break the tension that could be cut with a knife. “That’s cool,” You mumble as you replied to the overwhelming amount of texts you had received while you were working; Most from your apparently 'expensive' friends who were asking when the next event was.
Jungkook cleared his throat, looking around the elevator in confusion. Were you even listening to him? Finally, the familiar ding resonated through your ears as the doors split open, letting you both walkthrough. 
“What now?” You initiated conversation for the first time as you both stood awkward outside the company doors. “Well, your dad wants me to show you around my club, so you can just follow me there I guess..” 
You didn’t want to go... Sitting in some gloomy office all day was one thing, but checking out some guy’s sappy start-up club would be worse. You could feel the strain in your cheeks from the fake smiles you would wear the whole time he showed you around, but you didn’t have a choice.
“I don’t have a car right now, so,” You trail off, hoping that he would just leave you behind but he was a stupid gentleman and offered to drive you. It's not like you could flat-out decline his offer anyways, so you followed him.
Colour you impressed. He had the same car that you have-- correction, that you used to have. The same model from the uniquely shaped hood to its lustrous rims. The only obvious difference being you had gotten your car a custom paint job for a midnight maroon finish while Jungkook’s was matte black. 
You were a bit startled when he had opened the car door for you before he rounded the hood and let himself into the driver's seat. Upon sitting down you took an instant liking to the black and red leather-lined seats. 
Maybe you should do this once you get your car back.
Neither of you spoke much during the ride. You silently appreciated being in the presence of another expensive automobile after thinking it would be years until you were in one again since your father loves his drivers to cruise in old-fashioned classics and they were your only source of transportation at the moment. It was so embarrassing to be seen in such a car.
As you drove through the ally of high-end locations lined up on both sides of the road, your brain was instantly able to recognize where you were. Soon the car began to slow down in front of the all-famous nightclub. 
Platinum Panther. 
“Wait. This is the club you own?” You turn to Jungkook, catching him right in the middle of opening up the car door. “Yeah.” His answer was dull but still humble? You let yourself out of the car meeting Jungkook outside of the grand entrance, briefly intimidated by the two huge bouncers who guarded the doors. 
It wasn’t even 4 pm yet and the bouncers were already outside? You suppose it makes sense since there have been numerous occasions that you’ve seen people try and sneak past them even if the club's most lively hours were far ahead.
The first steps you took inside were overwhelming. It was more than you could’ve ever imagined. Dim lighting aside from the bright strobe lights, luxuriously private lounges lingered throughout the venue, some were high up, some were closer to the main level, not to mention your eyes landed on one of the most beautiful bars that you’ve ever seen, you could tell had an expansive variety of drinks just from the setup. 
You couldn’t believe you were inside The Platinum Panther. You and your friends had tried to get in here for years but the wait-list was always packed at least six months in. The lines would be wrapped around the block and would sometimes interfere with your accessibility to the other stores. 
The stories that you've heard from this place were never anything short of legendary. Such stories only increased your desire to get inside.
You followed closely behind Jungkook in awe, taking note of the expensive material of his suit. You didn’t notice how nicely it fit him earlier. His collar and cuffs were flawless--
You bumped in into his firm back at the sudden pause in steps. Slowly you stepped back with your eyes staring at the back of his head until he turned so that you held each other’s gazes. 
Quickly you cleared your throat and shook off the indescribable feeling when you looked at him.
“You have a choice between inventory and coat check.” Jungkook offers you two options of more labour for you to choose from. 
“None.” You seethe. You entertained the field trip, you saw, you experienced and that was enough. “I’m sorry?” His brow raised as he challenged you to repeat what you had just said. 
“I said none. I’m not working here, I don’t care what you or my dad has to say about it. I’m not working here. I’m going home, and I’m not coming back.” You announce as you walked back out the doors leaving a stunned Jungkook behind you.
Well, that didn’t age well. 
Here you were, a week later, sorting through all different types of fabrics as you were trying to find a guests’ jacket in coat check. 
A week ago after you walked out you had somehow managed to scrape enough money together for a taxi to take you home. Your father awaited your arrival at the door, prepared to give you the scolding of your life. He went on about how embarrassed he was to have heard about your ‘contemptuous’ behaviour from Jungkook over the phone right after you had left. 
Long story short, your father had reprimanded you for so long that you simply agreed to whatever terms he was instating just so that he would stop. It was like agreeing to the terms and conditions without reading the fine print. Turns out you committed yourself to work at Platinum Panther full-time and had thrown away your right to use your phone on the job since...apparently you weren’t supposed to be doing that?
Just yesterday a co-worker had instructed you to throw out the used coat tickets outback. Of course, you declined, did you look like the garbage man? Then again, you wouldn’t even blame them if they thought you were. The staff outfits here were awful. Black on black? Why couldn’t you wear those gorgeous sequin sets that the dancers wore? Either way, said co-worker reported your lack of cooperation to Jungkook and had him come down to re-instruct you himself.
You heard most of what he said until you subconsciously stopped listening, something about “You need to cooperate with those around you..or else he’d have to report it to your father." That last part caught your attention so you falsely nodded, just going along with what he was saying.
Today was packed, more than usual of course. Presumably, since it was a holiday-- not for you obviously, since luck would never be on your side for such a thing to happen. Your feet were killing you and you swear you would be seeing coats, blazers and sweaters in your dreams for the next month. Who even wears jackets anymore? It's June for god’s sake. 
From behind your small service desk, you watched the free-spirited souls dance sinfully to the music under the glowing strobe lights that flowed around the dance floor. With a slight crane of your neck, you could see those elite socialite groups of men sitting high up in their private lounges. You took note that the dancers weren’t working today, they only worked on select days of the week, certain events and upon special request which only had you aspiring to join them even more. 
-You get to dress up in some of the most beautiful outfits
- Shorter shifts
-Only work certain days of the week
What a dream, but you weren’t oblivious to the dark side of such a job. From the few times you had seen the dancers in the last two weeks, you had watched the bouncers escort numerous groups of people out for inappropriate interactions with them. 
“Y/n,” You nearly leaped out of your skin at the voice of your name. Your eyes no longer focused on what was happening straight ahead but zeroing in on the man before you. “Oh, you scared me.” You exhale as you face Jungkook who stood on the other side of the desk with stunned eyes. He quickly apologized before handing you his phone telling you it was your father.
Your father? Did you do something? 
“Hello?” You take a few steps back further into the closet so that you could hear the call a bit better. You could hear some mumbling on the other end of the line but you couldn’t make out a single thing he was saying since the music was so loud. 
You repeated the word “What?” often enough for Jungkook to put you out of your misery and instruct you to follow him. With his phone still against your ear, you followed his perfectly suited body down the chic halls. The deafening club beats fading off to a still silence once Jungkook had opened the door for you to get into the foreign room. 
You took an immediate liking to the office decor once you had stepped in. Modern design with a cool-toned colour scheme but still matched the rest of the venue. 
“Y/n? Can you hear me?” You hear the voice ring through the phone.
“Yes, I can hear you.” You respond, pacing around the office to nowhere in particular as you spoke, acknowledging the plaque that sat on the big desk.
 ‘Jeon Jungkook’
If only you knew the significance this name would soon hold to you.
“I was speaking to Jungkook earlier and he said you’re doing well,” Your eyes snap up from the plaque to stare at Jungkook who was leaning against the wall staring back at you. His eyes widening at the reciprocated eye contact, he didn’t know why you were looking at him like that. 
“He did?” You repeated it to yourself in shock. For sure you thought he would’ve had nothing good to say. 
“I know, that’s what I thought. It seems you may be finally learning something. Keep it up and I may unfreeze one of your accounts.” You could’ve screamed in at his words. You heard the dial tone and returned the phone before making your way towards the door passing by Jungkook whose body turned to follow you as he spoke. 
“Usually this is where you thank me for putting in a good word for you,” His voice signalling for you to stop and face him. “Oh.” That was all you managed to let out before you walked out leaving Jungkook behind with a perplexed expression. 
The days seemed to drag on at this place. Somehow working here was worse than working at your dad’s company, at least there you were constantly bored, but here there was always something happening. Whether the bartender was doing tricks, a group of friends were doing body shots or the dancers were putting on a show, it was amazing, but it was torture!
You would never get to join them. It was torture just watching them. Instead, you were confined to your stupid closet forced to look out into the club from behind your service desk since you were forbidden from using your phone. You were brought back to reality at the scoff of the girl in front of you. She was of average height with long dark hair, you suppose you could appreciate some of her facial features, bow-shaped lips, dark lashes-- but you couldn’t admire the knock-off bag that hung off her arm.
It was a counterfeit version of one of your favourite purses, if you weren’t so familiar with them, the fake version could’ve easily slipped past you unnoticed but you knew the difference when it came to the uneven straps. Without even realizing it, your face had twisted to one of displeasure at the sight of the bag.
You took the ticket from her before you walked back into the closet looking for the jacket with the tag that matched the digits on her ticket. You were shocked to see that she was the one who owned the pearl-coloured Balmain jacket, a real one. 
With suspicious eyes, you removed the tag and handed the jacket over into her arms. Even she seemed a bit taken back by your presence as if she wasn’t expecting to see you come back out. Your squinted eyes filled with eerie as you watched her scuttle out of the club.
Nevertheless, that weird encounter quickly moved to the back of your mind as your shift went on. Here came another lady, this one was modelling one of the finest of brands from her shoulders down to her feet. 
Damn, you would kill for just one last shopping spree. 
Once you had taken her ticket you found yourself searching all over the closet for her belongings. You took another look at the digits to make sure you read them correctly. Oh shit. You knew the number had seemed familiar, it was the same number as the girl from earlier with the fabricated purse. You knew it didn’t make sense, people can call you shallow if they’d like but you knew something was off when that girl had a knock-off bag but a high-end jacket. Not to mention the jacket didn’t match her outfit in the slightest.
Slowly, with dreaded steps you walked back to the lady, trying to figure out some way to break the news. “There seems to have been a mix-up, your jacket isn’t in our possession.” Your words coming out straightforwardly but still genuine since you would simply despise to be in this woman’s shoes. You would flat-out sob if you ever found out someone had taken your Balmain jacket.
“Excuse me? That’s impossible. I dropped it off here earlier and now you’re trying to tell me that it's gone?” If you were to go by the look on her face you could tell this wouldn’t end well. “I’m not trying to tell you it’s gone. I’m telling you it’s gone.” You were quickly losing the little patience you were given with this job. 
“Do you even know how expensive that jacket is-” She challenges the depth of your knowledge on the price as if you didn’t spend hours on end looking at hundreds of expensive price tags? “Two thousand four hundred and forty-six dollars.” The number rolls off your tongue with ease. 
The lady seemed more than surprised by your on-point response. Not even she had remembered the digits after four hundred. Meanwhile, you were appalled that she would think that you wouldn’t have the answer to such a question. These uniforms were really not doing you any justice, if she had seen you in your usual attire such an assumption never would have been made.
“Give me my jacket.” The lady demanded as she leaned forward onto the counter as if to intimidate you. You decided to lean forward as well to make sure she can hear you loud and clear. “We don’t have your fucking jacket lady, I just told you that didn’t I-” 
“What’s going on here?” You turned to see Jungkook with who was eyeing the both of you with inquisitive eyes. “Your employee stole my jacket and now she’s refusing to return it.” No form of technology could capture the speed that your mouth had fallen to the floor in aghast before trying to defend yourself. “That’s not true. Was it stolen? Yes, but I didn’t take it. A girl from before managed to duplicate your ticket.” 
“Oh really? Do you expect me to believe that some random person somehow managed to get a copy of my ticket and take my stuff? No way that could’ve happened without her assistance-” The lady was at least forty-five-- maybe 50 if that's botox in her cheeks, but she was still immature enough to ignore the facts of the matter that you’ve shared with her multiple times.
“If my employee says she didn’t take it, then she didn’t take it. We’ll check the security footage to find who took it. Please, be patient with us.” Jungkook calmly settles the altercation before he signals for you to follow him back down the familiar hallway to his office. 
You were surprised he was able to handle the situation with such ease, maybe this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened? He led you into the familiar office, taking a seat behind his desk at the computer already enacting complex functions to get access to the building's camera stream. 
 You stood behind his chair watching as he accessed the timestamps, “What time did the girl show up at coat check?” He asked you as his fingers rested against the keyboard to tap in the specific times you would give him, “I don't know, somewhere around seven-fifteen maybe seven-thirty?” You mutter, your mouth was present in the conversation but your brain was still replaying the moment where Jungkook had taken your side with no hesitation. No one had ever done that before.
Your eyes intently watched over the eight squares which each displayed a different angle inside the club. Your vision was focused on the bottom right square where you could see yourself lounging over the counter busy doing something on your phone. Your face slowly began to heat up at the fact you were openly defying your father’s instructions. 
“I hope this isn’t all you do during your shift.” Jungkook chuckles softly as he comments on your idle state. Soon he speeds up the frames until you spot the person you were looking for, “That’s her,” Your finger hovered lightly near the digitized version of the thief. At first, you thought you were hearing things but you were able to make out the sound of Jungkook cursing under his breath before he asked you to wait outside. 
You were never the nosy type (yes you were), yet you couldn’t help but linger closely near Jungkook’s now closed office door as you heard his muffled voice through the hardwood. 
“.....out of your mind?...….Mira?” Those were the only words you were able to decipher through the wall, and the tone he used them in wasn’t welcoming like it usually was. Who was he talking to?-- The door swung open without any warning nearly causing you to fall in but you caught yourself on your feet. 
“Were you eavesdropping?” His words came out with displeasure floating behind them; something you weren’t used to seeing from Jungkook over the last three weeks you had been working here. He looked a bit mad, so if you had to make an educated guess, it has something to do with that phone call. 
There was no way for you to lie your way out of his inquiry, so you resorted to silently shaking your head. With a heavy sigh, Jungkook let you know that he had found the one responsible for stealing the woman’s stuff and would have it returned to the owner immediately.
Now that the main mystery was solved, your brain was working on solving the intrusive, borderline nosy question of, ‘Who was Jungkook talking to on the phone?’. You never thought he would’ve been the type to get so angry just over a phone call. He even seemed to be patient with you which means whoever he was talking to must be a tremendous liability.
Today was a long day. You couldn’t believe you had actually been accused of stealing a jacket that you already had multiple pairs of.
“Just when I thought you were finally learning something you go back to your old ways.” Your head snaps in the direction of your father’s voice. “What?” What was he talking about?
“A friend of mine was at Platinum Panther earlier today. He says he watched you curse out another customer at the coat check.” His tone became more hostile the closer he got to the end of his sentence. 
“Yeah, only because she was being hard to reason with. She even accused me of stealing her jacket.” With a scoff, you began to make your way towards your room taking the first steps up the stairs. “Did you?” Your father’s voice wavers ever so slightly as if he was afraid of the answer himself. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 
“What?! No, I didn’t take her jacket! Why would I?” You had to defend yourself. You refused to be falsely accused again. Not even your own father believed you, even after the jacket had been found in someone else’s custody. His throat cleared with reason, “Because you have a history with acting out and doing things like this-” 
“Can you stop bringing that up? That was three years ago, I’ve changed since then!” You shout with the vivid memories of how you used to be floating back in your mind. You were partying every night, running through the dark streets with your friends, cheering and laughing as you sprayed champagne against the car windows of random citizens. You felt unstoppable, but it was one of the lowest points in your life. Nothing satisfied you.
It’s definitely one of the more shameful eras of your life. You couldn’t count how many mornings you would wake up with the previous night’s memories all blurry and wiped away. Head pounding with regret and vows that you’d never go out again until the cycle repeated the next day. Even you knew the life you were living wasn’t sustainable, eventually, you had to break out of it. When you finally did, it was tempting to go back but you knew nothing good would come from it, so you turned to shopping as a hobby to keep you busy which was bordering an obsession now.
“Just because you’ve ‘changed’ doesn’t mean you can undo all the damage you’ve brought upon our family-” Your father seethes as his eyes burn holes into your own. “-No. Stop blaming that on me. Mom left because of you! You were the one who acted like you loved her when all you really wanted was to make her act like some dog who followed your every command with no opinion of her own!” Now it was your turn to feel enraged.
There was no room for you to grow as long as you lived under your father’s roof. It felt like you were in some dictatorship. He made the rules to the sick and twisted game he was playing. Every time he offered you a way out he always made sure that there were invisible strings attached. Strings that would inevitably wrap themselves around you and pull you back in. Just like when you had run away after a fight with him. He gave you that same offer to leave, so you did. While he held onto your necessities like any spare change you had on you and your phone. 
He was aware that you knew very little to nothing about how to survive outside of these expensive walls on your own. That’s why he was always so sure you’d come back, and you always did. Not to mention the way he had complete control over your accounts, using them as leverage to get you to act accordingly and you had to obey. All you knew was money. Money was the only constant in your life, so if your father said you had to work to get it back then you would. 
“How dare you speak to me that way? Do you know how much I’ve done for you-” Your father steps closer to you but you weren’t intimidated. You rolled your eyes since you already knew where this was gonna go. “Yeah yeah yeah, you worked for 700 years trying to build your company from the ground up. I get it!” You exclaim with a strained throat as you stomp your way up the stairs to your room and slamming your door.
You couldn’t believe you were being treated like a child. You’re twenty-three for god’s sake. You just wanted to be treated like an adult.
Another day, another night working. You wondered if you could even consider it working since you spent half of your time on your phone the second your hands weren’t holding the expensive material of coats, jackets and furs. Yes, furs in the fucking summer. 
The club was writhing to life with every heavy bass that shook throughout the venue. The grinding bodies nearly blocking out the VIP sections from view but you could still see the way the older men's eyes observed the young life that maneuvered their way around the dance floor. That was something you liked about this place, it was a place where people of all ages-- above the age of 21 of course, could co-exist in harmony. Most of the time. There’s always gonna be those creeps in the crowd.
Speaking of the crowd, it was late, your shift was almost over and the hot air that circulated the venue could make you a bit dizzy at times but you wondered if your eyes were deceiving you. 
Was that a baby?
You squinted your eyes, the club was dark enough with all the lights off, its only sources of light coming from the strobes that lasered over the dance floor and the other few coloured LEDs that were scattered here and there. There was some baby seat lined up against the wall a bit further from the lively bodies. 
With a bit of a closer look, you noticed the kicking from the opposite side of the seat. 
What the hell was a baby doing here?
Now you were the absolute last person to come to when it came to babies, but you had a feeling this wasn’t exactly the friendliest environment for a baby. Broken glass, alcohol, music that was probably loud enough to cause some form of damage to their ears. 
Where the hell were their parents? How would a baby even be let in here?
With hesitant steps, you let yourself out of the cubicle-like area you’ve been in all day. Just as you began to make your way towards the seat the shout of your name catches your attention. Your head turns to face the bartender who was begging you to watch the bar for a moment while they went for a smoke break. 
“No- I-” Before you could even protest he was scuttling away leaving you stuck behind the bar, yet your eyes never left that baby seat. Your brows furrowing as you observed two very drunk women dance their way a bit too close to the seat. Their long legs outstretching with every powerful step they took--what if they kicked the baby?
It had been too long for you to assume the parents were anywhere around or at least coming back for them. Without thinking you ignored the one obligation the bartender had given you and scurried towards the baby carrier just in time before one of the girls had tripped in its direction. 
With swift movements, your hand gripped the handle of the seat and quickly but cautiously carried it behind the bar hiding them out of view from everyone else. Your crouched down and turned the seat to face you-- you were at a loss for words. As mentioned before, you weren’t a baby person but she was the prettiest baby you had ever seen. 
She had the cutest nose with chubby cheeks and- 
Your head snapped up as you watched Jungkook sprint past the bar with one of the most panicked looks you had ever seen on anyone; It looked like he was moving at the speed of light. By the time you stood up to look in the direction he ran in, he was nowhere in sight. 
The music had changed from its club beats to a blaring electronic one and even you could complain about the volume. The sound was ringing in your ears-- It took you a moment to re-evaluate the ringing in your ears to realize that wasn’t the music. Your head lowered to look at the infant who wailed in her seat.
You didn’t know what to do. You had no experience with these things. Your face naturally contorted in stress, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts with the deafening tones bouncing off the walls. You needed somewhere quiet. 
With some quick thinking, you found yourself carrying her down the quiet halls and into Jungkook’s office. You’re sure he won’t mind, right? You carefully placed her down on the floor in front of the couch you took a seat on. You both stared at each other with blank faces. 
Now what? Do you call child protective services? Put out an amber alert? Give her away? All she did was blink at you with teary eyes from her previous state. At least she stopped crying...But some part of you would prefer the crying to the stiff silence that filled the room.
Never in a million years did you think you would have awkward tension with a baby. If you looked at her long enough her beautifully dark eyes seemed to intimidate you ever so slightly. 
“Are you judging me?” You question suspiciously before you looked down at your attire, “I promise I don’t dress like this-- I’m usually not covered in fur,” You tried to explain yourself to her while she mindlessly roamed her eyes around your general existence. Once you had finished inspecting yourself you looked back to her, more silence filling the room. 
“You don’t talk much huh?” She blinked at you. 
“Yeah, I get that. I didn't use to talk much when I was younger, but now some people say I talk a bit too much- What am I doing? She doesn’t even know what I’m saying.” The truthful reality hit you and you stood up, running a hand through your hair. 
You took another look around the office, the dark sky beyond the windows let you know that your shift would be over any minute now. You wonder where Jungkook had run off to in such a hurry, he looked like he had seen a ghost. 
Speak of the devil, here he was walking in with stress advertising itself all over his body. His shoulders were raised and visibly tight as a hand ran through his hair aggressively while he stormed in. He instantly froze when he saw me standing in the middle of the room. 
“What are you doing in here?” You could tell that he tried to calm himself down as he spoke but it still came out forced. “Uh-- well. I- You know what, it’s better if I just show you.” You reached down for the handle of the baby seat and raised her for Jungkook to see. You nearly smiled at the giggle she let out from the sudden motion. 
What you weren’t expecting was the way Jungkook sped towards you with relief exuding from his body. “Mira.” With a heavy exhale he says what you could only assume was the baby’s name. Mira huh? That was the name you had heard him say the other day. 
You quickly placed her back down to watch Jungkook take her out of her seat, carrying her against him making sure his hands were in their proper positioning to support her. “Oh, so you know this baby?” You point a finger to Mira who seemed to be in a happy place based on the small grin that spread across her face in his hold. 
“Yeah, She’s my daughter.” The words were more than enough to pull your eyes out of their sockets. His daughter- He has a kid?! “I could never thank you enough for bringing her here.” He says as he plays with Mira’s fingers. “Yeah. It was nothing really...” You mumble, trying to control your mouth from opening and completely invading his privacy but you just had to know, “What was she doing alone on the floor anyways?” You were too nosy for your own good but you couldn’t help it. 
You could see the way his demeanour shifted as he leant down to buckle Mira back into her seat. “Her mother.” You didn’t like the way he said those words at all. They were bitter, dripping with fury maybe even some hatred? You didn’t know what else to say, now you kind of regret asking the question that caused the uncomfortable silence between you. 
“Okay well, I’m gonna go.” You point your thumb over your shoulder as you awkwardly stepped back towards the door. “Wait. I don’t know how to thank you.” Jungkook’s words halt your steps. “You could fire me.” The smile blooms on your face a bit too quickly. He sighs with a small laugh, “You know I can’t do that, and I think you would enjoy that too much.” Now it was your turn to sigh, you knew you signed a contract but it was worth a shot. 
Your stomach growled animatedly loud which had given Jungkook and idea, “Let me get you something to eat, I know a spot not too far from here.” You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t used to being offered something so genuine. “Okay,” You agreed.
From there the two of you walked to his car that was parked in its designated spot. Some part of you was glad that you had taken him up on his offer since the last place you wanted to go was home. Usually, your father would hire a driver to bring you to work but out of respect for his ego that you bruised yesterday, he cancelled it and forced you to take the bus this morning.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to sit on the seats, you’d chosen to stand for the twenty-minute ride. The smells, the people, the unnecessarily sudden jerks and halts of the vehicle making it an overall traumatic experience. With blank eyes, you observed the way Jungkook assured Mira was strapped in her rear-facing car seat properly through the rearview mirror. 
You were still in shock. You couldn’t believe he had a kid. 
Too tangled up in your thoughts for you to notice that Jungkook had already taken his seat behind the wheel. The drive was pretty quiet for the most part until you had pulled up to the drive-thru. “Oh- you meant drive-thru..? I thought you meant-” You had actually only been in a drive-thru once, years ago when you were somewhere around the age of 10. 
“Did you think I meant a 7-course meal at Lien de Coeur?” He seemed amused with your assumptions. “Well yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you meant.” Your arms were subconsciously crossed as you looked out the window over the dark parking lot. 
“Don’t worry, these burgers are going to be better than any filet mignon or soufflé you’ll ever have.” You scoffed at his words, “That statement is too bold to be true.” 
“It’s fine. You don’t have to believe me. You’ll see for yourself.” His remark was cocky before he leaned out the window to place an order. He soon pulled into a parking space with the paper bags placed neatly over his suit. He always looked so good in his suits, sometimes you wondered what was underneath-
“This is yours-- Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you realize this is the best meal you will ever have.” Jungkook declares while he handed you the wrapped burger before briefly leaning back between the gap of the seats to check on Mira who was sound asleep. 
You hesitantly unwrapped said ‘best burger of all time’ and inhaled the classic fast-food smell. You could feel the hard gaze that eyes your every movement as you moved to take your first bite. 
‘Oh my god’ is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. You let out a condescending hum with your mouth full of the best burger of all time.
“It’s okay.” You lie.
“You don’t even have to admit it, I can see the look on your face and you know it’s good.” Jungkook shrugs as he bites into his own. You leaned back working on another bite before you turned to question him. “How often do you come here?” He hummed as if he really had to think about it. 
“Not as often as I’d like.” He admits before popping a few fries in his mouth. “Why can’t you come here all the time? You’re your own boss, you make your hours don’t you?” He laughed quietly as if you had said something comedic. “You’re aware work isn’t my only priority right?” The corner of his lips lifts mockingly as his thumb points to the back seat gesturing to the sleeping baby. 
“Right.” You nod slowly before Jungkook takes the chance to ask you a question for a change. “And what about you? Don’t you have better places to be opposed to working in coat check all day?” He snickers after his semi-sarcastic comment. 
“Yeah, I do actually.” You did not pick up on the sarcasm at all, “I’m supposed to be on a beach right now having the time of my life with my friends, but no, my dad wants to work me to the bone before I can have any fun.” You noticed the way Jungkook’s brows creased in confusion, “Mm, I’m pretty sure hanging up coats isn’t working you to the bone but I guess we all have different experiences.” 
“You said your dad is making you do this?” Jungkook clarifies. You nod your head before detailing the situation. “Yeah, he says he wants me to 'learn the value of a dollar’ which is bullshi-” Your eyes zero in on the finger Jungkook had put up to your lips to stop the curse that was halfway out of your mouth. With a quick motion towards Mira, you understood what he was doing. “But she’s sleeping-” You tried to reason but he cuts you off, “Just in case.” He soon removes his finger from where they rested against your lips letting you continue. 
“He thinks he’s teaching me a ‘good life lesson’ when I know that his real goal is to just make money. It’s not a coincidence that he randomly put me to work for your companies right when your partnership started, same goes for cancelling my cards he just wants to save more money regardless if I end up suffering for it because I can’t adjust.” Just the thought of it makes your eyes roll.
This conversation was beginning to make you feel....uneasy? You weren’t used to just pouring out your feelings like this. Usually, you had some sort of filter, but when you were around Jungkook you felt like you could just say what was on your mind with no repercussions. What made the situation even worse was that he was actually listening to you. Every single word that came out of your mouth he was listening. His attention never shifted from you.
“I could tell you were never exactly the working type but if I had known that you were being forced to do this, I would've never signed with your dad, or let your work for me for that matter.” He admits while he begins to pack away the spare wrappers into the paper bag they came in before he paused and looked to you once again.
“Maybe you just need a break. I could arrange a private event for you and your friends. I know the club isn’t exactly a beach but with proper lighting and audio it might seem like it.” You couldn't stop the unfamiliar bloom of warmth in your chest at his proposal. 
“Why would you do that?” You didn’t intend for the question to come out ungratefully but it seems that’s how it sounded based on the taken-back look on his face. “No wait-I'm sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I’m just not used to being around nice people.” Did you just apologize? Was it the food making you like this? 
“What I meant to say was thank you for the offer, but even if I invited my ‘friends’ they would show up have a blast then go back to avoiding me. Ever since they found out I got cut off I was instantly excluded from the group. Turns out the one thing my dad was right about was my friends. They were expensive, and now that I can’t keep up with them they dropped me-” As you neared the end of your sentence you suddenly became hyperaware of how much you’ve been talking. 
“Sorry, I know I talk a lot.” Another apology? Maybe you were sick. You’ve never had someone just sit and listen to you. You used to have someone like that but your dad completely pushed her away, his own wife. “No it’s fine, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.” 
There was that warm feeling again. 
“We should probably get going before--Oh, too late.” You cut yourself off as you checked your phone for the first time in the last hour as you read over a dozen warnings your father sent you threatening to change the locks if you weren’t home within the next 15 minutes. 
That was 45 minutes ago. 
Lately, you’ve noticed that your father was beginning to put some weight behind his threats. For example, after your altercation last night, you had slammed your door. He challenged you to do it again and if you did he would take it down. Long story short you had to change in the bathroom this morning. 
“What’s wrong?” You look up from your screen to see Jungkook staring at you with concerned eyes. “Nothing.” You hum. He could tell something was up but he didn’t pry and decided to drop it. He got out of the car to throw away the garbage before getting back in and starting the car. 
The car pulled to a slow stop in front of the grand steps of your house. “Well- this was fun. I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime, maybe next time you do the talking.” You make a smart remark before you got out of the car with the sound of his faint laughing behind you. 
You pulled out your keys and prayed to the moon that your father was kidding about changing the locks. Nope. He was serious. Your key wouldn’t fit through no matter how much force you put into your wrist. “Is everything okay?” You heard Jungkook’s voice clearer, presumably since he stepped out of the car.
“Yeah, everything is fine. You can go.” You twisted your wrist in a motion that simulated the way it would move as if the door was unlocked but Jungkook wasn’t fooled.
“Get back in the car, Y/n.” He calmly instructed you. You knew you couldn’t get rid of him now, you had no other choice but to obey and meet him back in the passengers' seat. “Your dad?” Jungkook asks as if he already knew the answer. “Yeah, he changed the locks.” With a heavy sigh, you buckled yourself back in as Jungkook drove off the lot. 
“Wait, where are we going?” 
 “You can stay at my place for the night--” The car comes to a slow yet hard stop near the side of the road before he turned to you. “Only if that’s okay with you of course.” He clarifies his previous statement as some form of making sure you were okay with it. 
A night at Jungkook’s place? Then again, you could only assume it was better than a night on the street. “Yeah, okay. Thanks...” Your voice trails off at the end not really knowing what to do in this situation. 
The car stayed generally quiet for the rest of the ride until he pulled onto his property. The house was a bit smaller than you expected but it was still huge compared to the average house. You had let yourself out while Jungkook worked on unbuckling Mira from the back seat. 
You waited for Jungkook to lead the way, up the stairs watching how he carried Mira’s seat so effortlessly in his left hand. He unlocked the front door and held it open for you to walk through. The interior was nicely decorated with a balanced blend of warm and cool tones. 
“I’m just going to put her down, I’ll be right back.” He announced walking up the stairs off with his daughter who was still sleeping soundly in her carrier. She must be a heavy sleeper. Jungkook stayed true to his words as it was only a few minutes until he came rushing back down the steps only to lead you back up once again. Isn’t he tired from going up and down? 
“You can stay in the guest room for the night.” He leans into the room and turns on the light for you to see better. Part of you wondered if he had designed it himself the way the room was arranged and themed was complimenting to its overall feel. As your eyes scanned the room they landed on the dressers-
“I don’t have any clothes.” You say. Jungkook’s mind seemed to blank at your words. What was he supposed to do? Any nearby shops were closed by now. However, Mira’s mom had some of her clothes here but he didn’t want to give you those. He honestly didn’t even want them in the house anymore. 
“I have some extra clothes if you don’t mind wearing them, nothing special just some sweats..” You could see the redness that slowly crept up his neck at the offer. 
Sweats? Absolutely not, you’d never be caught dead in sweats, but it's not like you could just sleep naked in someone else’s house so you had to take what you could get. 
He was quick with the retrieval of his spare clothes. Your eyes never leaving his frame, watching intently at the way he placed them neatly on the edge of the bed before leaving with the door closing behind him. 
You took the chance to change out of your uniform and into the soft fabric of the clothes Jungkook had given you. Holy shit. Is this what it feels like to wear sweats? Have you been missing out this whole time? The pants did not fit you in the slightest, you had to roll up the bottom of the pants along with the wrists of the sweatshirt for them to fit to some extent.
Yet you couldn’t deny your liking to his soft scent that was sewn into the fabric. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror doing a once-over of your appearance. You couldn’t believe you were wearing sweats in another man’s house. You proceeded to brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush he had given you, splashing your face with water once you had finished. Padding over to turn off the lights, setting the mood for your upcoming slumber. 
You snuggled yourself under the warm blankets feeling that familiar habit to check your phone once more before sleeping. With multiple presses to turn it on it refused to cooperate. Did it die? You couldn’t sleep without checking your phone. Inevitably, you found yourself pushing yourself out of bed and walking through the dark hallway in search of Jungkook’s room. Surely he had another charger to spare, right? 
It wasn’t hard to locate his whereabouts, you presumed it was the only room with the lights on, and the door was cracked open. If the door is cracked that means you don’t have to knock right? That’s like some unspoken rule. You gently pushed open the door your eyes not ready to see what they saw.
There he was. Jungkook, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips as he was in the middle of drying his semi-damp hair. His upper body was completely exposed, from the defined abs that led up to the matching pecks, you were even able to catch a glimpse of the strong thighs that were hidden behind the towel. 
God-like body aside, what shocked you most was the complete sleeve of tattoos that ran from his wrist to his shoulder. 
You had never seen him without the suit, but now that you had, it would take years on end to forget it for even a few minutes. You felt waves of heat course through your blood at the sight. 
“Y/n!?-” Jungkook’s voice was riddled in shock as he immediately tightened the towel around his hips and tried to cover himself better, but it was too late. The damage was already done.
You couldn’t even apologize and simply closed the door in shock before rushing back to the guest room. 
Holy shit.
Yes, everyone knows Jeon Jungkook has an attractive face, that was no secret from the first time you saw him, but now that you had seen the build of his body.... you didn’t know what to think of him anymore. It was starting to seem like he was the whole package. He’s rich but humble, kind-hearted, friendly, hot, good-looking, handsome, attractive- He’s a trap.
You heard footsteps approaching the door, you knew it could only be Jungkook, so you did what any normal person would do after they accidentally invade someone’s privacy. You yanked the covers over your body and pretended to be asleep. You heard a few knocks on the other side of the door until they stopped and were soon followed by the sound of his bedroom door closing. 
Suddenly letting go of your breath once you knew that he was gone. You couldn’t believe that just happened. With a heavy roll on to your back now facing the ceiling, you let your eyes flutter shut before falling asleep. 
You shoved away from the hand that you felt was attempting to wake you. With a grumble and crease of your brows, you turned your body to the opposite side of the bed to get away from the disturbance. You began to feel frustrated when the same hand returned to your shoulder. “Y/n, you’re going to be late.” You heard the familiar voice warn you but that was the least of your care’s right now. You knew this mattress was all too warm and too soft to be left right now. 
You felt him slightly tug on your wrist but to no avail, it flopped right back down onto the plush pillows. Throughout his attempts, you hadn’t opened your eyes once, too comfortable to do so. You couldn’t remember the last time you had the chance to sleep in.
With slow and sluggish movements you raised yourself to a seating position. Giving your eyes a good rub as you looked around the room, noting the gift bags that sat on the edge of the bed with a note. What time was it? With a painful stretch for your phone, you tried to turn it on, remembering that it had died last night--Which explains why you had slept in so late this morning because your alarm never went off. 
 Lazily crawling out of the covers as you made your way towards the notably expensive presents. You noticed a small letter that was gently attached to it.
Since I know all of your clothes are at your dad’s place I got you bought you some. I didn’t exactly know what you were into so I got a bit of everything. 
Enjoy the day off.
His name was signed in such a sophisticated font which makes sense since he’s probably signed his name on numerous million-dollar contracts. At the sight of the black and gold bags that stood on the expensive sheets, there was that same warm feeling developing in your chest like last night but this time you felt it slowly creeping up to your cheeks. 
 It had been a long time since anyone had bought you something instead of you constantly buying them for yourself. You missed this feeling. You missed the attention. 
You were pleasantly surprised by the selection of outfits Jungkook had picked out for you. They weren’t items that were commonly found in your daily wardrobe but that wouldn’t stop you from wearing new clothes. Some of them were a bit out of size since he probably had to guess, but each outfit looked stunning on you. Your favourite outfit from the bag is the peach-coloured skirt paired with the beige long sleeve. 
After you had finally gotten yourself out of bed you made your way down the steps, not expecting to see Jungkook sitting on the couch in yet another one of his expensive suits. You couldn’t shake yesterday’s events from your brain. Now every time you saw him you would be fighting off the vivid images of his thick thighs, the tattoos that ran up his arms, the chocolate abs-
“You’re aware that it’s nearly 2 pm right?” Jungkook asks rhetorically as he takes a stand to approach you, picking up his keys on the way over. You weren’t oblivious to the way he sized you up as he got closer, letting the most subtle of smirks creep upon his lips. “You look nice,” He compliments the way the clothes adorned the curves of your body. 
“I know,” A grin smearing across your face as you run your hands down the sides of your hips to smooth over the skirt. A small laugh escaping his lips as he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked in the outfit he bought you. It made him want to spoil you a little more.
You looked around the room and noticed the baby mat that was placed neatly in the living room reminding you of the tiny human that led you here in the first place, “Where’s Mira?” Your head casually looking around just in case you overlooked her. 
“She’s back with her mom.” He sighs as you follow behind him towards the front door the both of you putting your shoes on even though you’re not too sure where you were going. Every time you mentioned something about Mira’s mom his mood seemed to turn bitter which only made you question the status between them. “I know it’s none of my business but is Mira’s mom your ex-wife?” He stops in his tracks, swiftly turning on his heel wanting to make sure you heard him clearly, “She’s my ex-girlfriend.” You simply nodded, exchanging no other words as you followed him to the car. 
Being the gentleman he was it was only second nature for him to open the car door for you like he did the first time he had driven you someplace. He was quick to join you in the driver’s seat and begin to back out of the driveway. You watched the big house quickly become small as the engine revved in acceleration under the pressure of Jungkook’s foot on the pedal. “Where are we going?” You took the chance to finally ask the question that you probably should’ve asked once you got in the car. 
“I’m taking you home, where else?” He answers so casually while you felt like you had been sentenced to death. “No.” You object. “What do you mean no?” Jungkook continues to drive, occasionally turning to face you at stop signs and red lights. “I don’t want to go home yet.” Jungkook didn’t need to ask why, he had a pretty good idea of the bad dynamics between you and your father right now.
Silence filled the car while Jungkook let out a soft hum as his fingers tapped against the wheel. “Just drop me off somewhere and I’ll go home later.” You suggest but it was quickly replaced with a different suggestion, “My mom’s birthday is coming up and I was planning on getting her a gift today, I suppose it would help to have a female’s opinion on what to get.” As kind as his words were, you wanted to play with him just a little. 
“ ‘A female’s opinion?’ What’s that supposed to mean Jungkook?” Already more than satisfied from his red cheeks and the choke that got stuck in his throat while he tried to re-word his sentence, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. You know because you and my mom are both-- like-” He was on the verge of stuttering, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling to crash the car and end his misery.
“Me and your mom are both what Jungkook? Women? Does that make us less superior to you?” You glare at him with sharp eyes, eyes that he can feel burn through his skin as he makes a left turn. “No! Never-” You’ve had enough fun with him, you didn’t want to make him cry. “I’m just messing with you. I know what you were trying to say.” You laugh as you looked back out the window completely oblivious to the dark glare that was aimed towards you. 
It wasn’t long until you had arrived at one of the more expensive malls that were most popular amongst the upper-class citizens. You managed to get out of the car first before you nearly drooled at how he seemed to exit the luxurious car in slow motion. You needed to get it together. Ever since your little invasion of his privacy, it was like you had suddenly become hyperaware of the fact that Jeon Jungkook is in-fact the sexiest man alive. 
“C’mon,” He signals for the both of you to walk inside. He led you to a well-known high-end store offering only the best quality of perfumes and jewelry. “Do you have any idea of what kind of scents she likes?” You asked him as the both of you made your way into the store. “I took photos of all the perfumes she likes the most so I was hoping to find a common ground between them,” Jungkook fishes his phone from his back pocket as he shows you the numerous poor-quality pictures of the perfume labels. 
“I can’t see a thing, why are these so blurry?” Your eyes squinted trying to make out the images on the screen. “I was in a hurry, I didn’t want her to see me taking pictures or she would get suspicious.” You took the phone from his hands to get a better look, you were able to make out one of the labels and you recognized the shape of another bottle. 
“Lucky for you I know two of these bottles. If she likes Blue Royale and Rosé Excelsa... I think I know what she would like..” You lead him towards another section of the store that you know like the back of your hand. Jungkook watched you with a fascinated gaze as your fingers carefully ran through the different bottles before cautiously picking out the tinted glass bottle. “I present to you, Obsidienne,” You hold the bottle in your hand as if displaying it on some tv show.
“It’s a bit closer to the Blue Royale in terms of that aromatic lavender-like fragrance yet there’s a soft but noticeable hint of oriental scents which makes it so pleasant to smell.” Jungkook was stuck in a trance as he listened to you ramble on about the scents. He could tell that you enjoyed this topic from the way your eyes seemed brighter and you couldn’t seem to hide the small smile on your lips. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You blink with a blank mind, not sure what to do when Jungkook was flat-out staring at you. “Can I smell it?” He asks which had you instantly looking around for the tester bottle. It was on the top shelf. The shelf you couldn’t reach. With pained shoulders and help from your heels, your fingers were mere centimetres away from reaching, you tried stretching out your arms as far as possible but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t even short in your opinion, you were 5′7″ on a good day, so struggling to reach for something on a shelf was an all-new experience for you. 
“Who even puts glass up this high?” You hiss under your breath as you watch your fingers miss the bottle once again. Letting out a huff before trying again, this time your arm was overshadowed by a bigger one. The second presence surprising you enough to have you taking a few steps back as you watched Jungkook effortlessly reach the bottle. He looked down at you with that teasing grin before handing it to you. 
He looked at you expectantly. “What?” You question his persistent eye contact with a snarky tone. “This is where you say Thank you...” He leads on waiting for you to say the words yourself. “I didn’t ask you for your help, I would’ve gotten it eventually.” Those were definitely not the words he wanted you to say, but what did he expect. 
“Here,” You spray the perfume on your wrist letting it air briefly out so that it wouldn’t be too strong for his nose. You raise your wrist towards his face watching his face become delighted with the scent. “It’s really nice. I think she’ll like it.” Before you knew it the both of you were walking back to the counter to check out. You couldn’t help yourself from wandering towards the delicate diamonds on display under the glass counter. One specific necklace caught your eye and you could see all the outfits it would pair perfectly with. 
If only your card wasn’t cancelled you wouldn’t have wasted a second to purchase it. 
You heard some inaudible chatter beside you but you were too focused on dazzling accessory to tune into it. You were startled to see two gloved hands slowly taking your desired jewelry out of view from underneath the glass.
You watched as she carefully packaged it in its respective velvet box before placing it in another small bag with its minimalistic logo. Your eyes filled with confusion as she hands the bag over to Jungkook. “Your mom likes those diamonds too?” Jungkook smiles slightly as he approached you with the bag. “No, They’re for you.” He says it so casually while you tried to figure out his intentions, “A thank you for helping me.” He places the bag in your hands before you begin to walk to your next destination.
You wanted to object to such an expensive gift. You knew you should’ve but how could you? They were so beautiful, and you knew he must’ve been watching you as you admired them in order to know exactly which ones to get. How could you deny him? You smiled back at him graciously without actually saying ‘Thank you’. You seemed to struggle with vocalizing your gratitude.
The both of you walked to the other end of the mall towards the entrance of some baby store. Jungkook sensed your suddenly tense behaviour, “You don’t need to come in. I’ll be quick-” He suggested but you were a grown-ass woman you weren’t gonna let yourself be intimidated by some baby formula and onesies. 
“No no, I’ll come.” You insist on following behind him into the store whose shelves were lined with all kinds of baby devices that you had never even seen before. Jungkook rounded the corner into the next aisle that was filled with some of the most adorable outfits. Your regret of coming in here was somewhat wiped away as you laid your eyes on a baby-sized vintage blue romper. 
“Do you think it’d look cute on her?” Jungkook checks in for your opinion as he takes the romper off the hook holding it up to get a better look at it. “Yeah,” You agree as your mind is filled with pictures of how adorable his daughter would look in the outfit. Sure you had only met her once but she made quite the impression from her big brown eyes that seemed to intimidate you. 
“How old is she?” You take the time to ask for Mira’s age as you searched through the different sizes. “She’ll be ten months in.....two weeks?” Your eyes landing on the 10M tag before pulling it out--
What were you doing? You were helping someone buy baby clothes? Just yesterday the only thing on your mind was you, white sand beaches and a margarita in your hand while you danced in the sunset.
You weren’t the only one surprised by your sudden change of behaviour. Jungkook’s mind was still running with memories of you cursing out the customer the other day, now you were helping him shop? Clearly, there was another side to you than what meets the eye but Jungkook had known this for a while now. 
“How did you feel when you found out you were gonna have a baby?” You asked him as you went back to following behind him through the aisles as he picked up what he needed. “Ah, well I never really knew I was going to have a kid. It kind of just happened. I was in Dubai celebrating with a few friends when I get a call letting me know that my ex-girlfriend just gave birth to my child the night before?” He grins in confusion as he recalls the memory. 
“Oh... That’s...” You were at a loss for words at such an experience, “Quite the news to get on your 25th birthday, I know.” He filled in the rest of your sentence as he moved to the checkout area, placing down the items on the conveyor belt. Your brain subconsciously focusing on his age “So you’re 26?” He confirms your inquiry with a nod of his head as he paid for the items, putting them into their respective bags before heading out. 
He’s 26. Three whole years older than you. The age gap wasn’t an issue to you. Growing up, you were surrounded by couples whose age gaps were somewhere up in the twenties. You just couldn't believe he was 26. Yeah, all the signs were there but you had ignored them, probably too busy staring at the diamonds he had bought you. 
The two of you walked side by side as you listened to Jungkook talk about other plans he had for the rest of the day, you involuntarily stopped listening once your eyes landed on a familiar figure walking as opposed to you. Gently giving Jungkook a nudge to his side as you gestured towards the woman with the long dark hair and that same knock-off bag.
“Look, that’s the girl who stole the lady’s jacket.” Jungkook’s head snapped in her direction with an unreadable expression as he casually sped towards her. Should you stay where you were? That was probably the more mindful decision but if you stayed put you wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying, so you matched his pace until the both of you were in front of her. 
You didn’t have to look closely to tell she was more than shocked to see Jungkook in front of her. “What are you doing here?” She scoffed at his question, placing her hands on her hips before giving him a smug remark. “You know your mom’s birthday is coming up, it would be rude if I didn’t get her anything, wouldn’t it?” Jungkook was unrecognizable through his dark eyes and furious demeanour. 
“Where’s Mira?” Your brain was beginning to ache from trying to piece together the conversation. Other than the incident at coat-check how would they know each other? Why the hell would she be buying a gift for his mom-- and why would Jungkook as her where his daughter is-- Holy Shit. Is she Mira’s mom?
“Can you calm down? She’s with my parents.” You heard Jungkook take a sharp inhale through his nose seemingly trying to calm himself down. “Lina, you can’t just push her aside every time you have other plans.” It seems that his self-meditation failed as he reprimanded her. Even you were beginning to feel uncomfortable and decided to step away giving them time to talk out whatever exactly it was that needed to be said. 
As hard as you tried to mind your business pretending to look through the windows of the nearby stores you heard Lina bring up your presence, “So I can’t drop Mira off at your work, but it’s okay for you to hang out with some chick when I thought you were supposed to be working today?” Some chick? 
You knew it would make you look bad if you suddenly joined their conversation as if you never left but you had no choice. You refused to be badmouthed as if you weren’t a few feet away. “Some chick? I’m not just some chick. I’m the one who actually made sure your daughter wasn’t kidnapped after you neglected her and left her on the floor back at the club.” The offence was obvious in your voice but it was washed away with satisfaction as you watched her ego deflate. 
“So what? Is she your new girlfriend or something?” Lina eyes you down with disgust but you knew she noticed the designer gift bag clutched in your left hand. “No, she’s not my girlfriend. Lina--,” Jungkook sighs heavily as he rubs his temples with stress evident on his face, “Just do what you need to do and take care of Mira, please.” You could tell this wasn’t the first time they had a conversation like this. It nearly felt as if they both knew how it would end. 
“I’m almost done.” With one last roll of her eyes and a final glare towards you, she walked past you, making sure her bag bumped into you as she did so.
“I’m sorry about that,” Jungkook apologizes as he turns to face you once again. You suppose it was going to be a common emotion of not knowing what to say around Jungkook just like now. You felt the obnoxious itch in the back of your mind to ask him to fill you in on the status of their relationship but even you knew that would be too intrusive of a question. Instead, you silently followed him back to the car 
The sky was getting darker with every passing minute. You didn’t realize how long you both had taken inside until you had caught a glimpse of the time on Jungkook’s phone since yours was still dead. The drive was silent, a common thing between the two of you, but it wasn’t the usually comfortable silence. You both were avoiding the elephant in the room as he drove you home. 
It felt like torture not questioning him about his somewhat psycho of an ex, but you had to deal with respecting the boundaries if you didn’t want him to ask you about your father. You wished the roads would extend the closer you got to home so that you would never arrive, but dreams don’t come true. 
Jungkook turned onto the property, stopping in front of the large steps like he did last time. A small sigh escaping your lips as you gathered your stuff making sure you collected your belongings. “Thanks for the help today,” You hear him thank you as you got out of the car, adjusting yourself to give him a half-smile before you made your way to ring the bell. 
Ringing the bell was something you knew you couldn’t have even bothered to do yesterday knowing your father would probably ignore it until you stopped and ‘learned your lesson’.
The door swings open to reveal your unfortunately biological guardian with a bitter expression on his face, “Look who decided to come home.” You already regret coming back. With a quick spin on your heels, you waved back to Jungkook letting him know that he could leave before any possible arguments broke out in front of him.
“It’s not like you opened the door yesterday. I know you heard me trying to get in last night.” Your teeth grind as you push past him inside. “Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson then. There he goes again.
 “So where did you stay last night?”
 As badly as you wanted to say that you stayed on the street and sold nude photos of your body to the men in his workplace for money, you knew better than to give him a heart attack in the middle of the week. “Jungkook let me stay with him for the night.” 
A bitter expression made itself visible on your father’s features at your words. “What?” A scoff flying past your lips on reflex once you noticed his change of emotion. “Be careful around him Y/n. He’s a business partner, I don’t need you ruining our contract.” Your fist tightened around the strap of the gift bag that you handled in your right hand. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Nothing. Just don’t do what you always do.” You didn’t know who he thought he was talking to, to think that was the end of the conversation based on the way he had begun to walk away from you. “Explain what you mean by that.” Taking small steps towards him to make sure you wouldn’t miss a single word that he was about to say. 
“I’m talking about putting yourself into a position that you had your heart set on then fleeing weeks later.” Your brow raised at his vague statement. “Don’t you remember when you were little, you dreamed about doing ballet so that you could be a ballerina, you begged me to enroll you for months, so I did. In less than two weeks you were begging to quit.” 
In your defence, the pointe shoes were uncomfortable- “Then you did the same routine with soccer, softball, tennis, violin, swimming-- The list could go on but the pattern stays the same. You saw something you wanted, you got it, then you got bored of it.” 
This was news to you. You vaguely recalled participating in the rest of those activities but you vividly remembered why you quit soccer. The cleats. They still haunted you in your sleep from time to time, the horrendous colour schemes, the ugly bulges at the bottom of the shoe, but that wasn’t even the worst part. You had been kicked in the ankle by someone from your opposing team and to this day, no words could describe the pain you felt. You didn’t care if it was a normal thing that came with the sport. You wanted out.
“So what? What does this have to do with Jungkook?” Your arms crossing involuntarily while your voice let hints of irritation slip. 
“It means that before you even think about putting yourself in any type of relationship other than professional with him, think about how it will affect our partnership first.” Of course, it was about his business. It was never about you, and to think that for the slightest second you thought he would be considering your feelings, but no. Of course not. The company always came first. 
For the umpteenth time today, you were speechless. With a water-tight grip on your belongings, your nostrils flaring ever so slightly towards your father before you made your way to your room. A slam of your door would be the perfect touch to conclude your conversation however, the last time you did that it was taken down, and is yet to be put back up.
Bad luck is always on your side. Proof? Only when you finally entered your room did you remember the gifts that Jungkook had brought to you this morning, the ones that you left at his place. Great. 
You placed the bag that contained the stunning diamond necklace on your duvet before you got ready for bed.
You were back in your unflattering black-on-black uniform, slouched over the counter with your finally charged phone in hand, using it as a pastime while you waited for more guests. “What exactly does the ‘no phone while working’ rule mean to you?” Jungkook’s playful voice completely caught you off guard. You hastily slipped your phone into your back pocket, standing straight up to properly face him. 
You couldn’t help the weird mutation of excitement that you felt when you saw him. He was in yet another sharp suit, not a single flaw about it to be pointed out. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.” That definitely wasn’t the best thing you could’ve said to your boss who just caught you on your phone but you hoped you would be able to steer the conversation in a different direction. 
“Ah, yeah. Turns out there are still some papers I have to fill out, hopefully, I can finish them before lunch.” You nodded slowly before he dismissed himself and headed to his office. Your brain had a mind of its own and it led you to wonder how he worked best. Would he take off his blazer, revealing the broad shoulders that his under his dress shirt? Would his brows crease ever so slightly while his jaw locked in concentration on the papers before him, giving him that handsome and dominant look-
You needed a cold shower stat. 
It took skill to go from fantasizing about your boss one minute to fighting with an obnoxious customer the next which is exactly how you found yourself throwing some vile words at her that you’re sure you might regret later. 
“You stained my coat! How am I supposed to get this out?!” The old lady screeched at you, loud enough to be heard over the music. Honestly, you were one more dumb accusation away from throwing yourself across the counter and fighting a customer. “That stain was there long before you brought it in here, can’t you tell from how faded it is?” Being annoyed was an understatement. Pissed off was a better expression for how you had been feeling while the lady bickered with you for the last ten minutes. 
“This is going to take ages to fix!” She complained. For someone as old as she was, her persistence on such a dumb little issue surprised you. You felt the presence of another person appear to your right, presumably Jungkook but you ignore it for now.
“Just throw the coat away then! It’s ugly and you’ll probably die before you can get the stain out because let’s face it lady your time is almost up--” If only you could frame the image of her jaw on the floor but you didn’t get the chance to since you felt a strong grip on your wrist and you were quickly being pulled down the hallway. 
“What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m dealing with a customer?” Sass was rolling off your tongue by nature but it was quickly shut down when Jungkook began to reprimand you. “That’s not how you deal with a guest, Y/n. You can’t go around saying they’re going to die soon just because they’re accusing you of something.” He looked down on you with dark eyes. 
You knew to him it was more than just this one guest. He was thinking ahead, anyhow she goes back to her social groups and spreads negative reviews of the club it could ruin everything. Yeah, the chances of that were slim, but not impossible. 
“But she’s saying that I-” Jungkook quickly hushed you as you both watched another employee walk down the hall and enter the bathroom. Jungkook took this as a sign to have your conversation in a more private area, he ushered you into his office and closed the door behind him. “Sorry, continue.” He urges you to finish was you were saying. 
That was weird. Usually, when someone shushed you they didn’t want to hear you speak for the rest of the day, so being given this opportunity was new to you. As you gathered your thoughts on what you were going to say, you realized your impulsive nature couldn’t justify your words. 
“Did you forget what you were going to say?” Jungkook checks in on your interrupted thought process. “I was going to say that she was accusing me of doing something that I didn’t do, but I can kind of see why that’s not the best excuse to say what I said.” Jungkook’s face reflected exactly what he was thinking. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned his long-lasting gaze.
“I’m just impressed that’s all. I don’t think you would’ve been able to admit something like that a few weeks ago.” Hm? You never really thought about it that way. Even though you hated working here, just being away from your father made you feel like you could grow a little more and mature, unlike back at home where you were treated like a child. You couldn’t stop the arrogant grin that crawled its way onto your face at his acknowledgement. 
If only you knew how badly Jungkook had wanted to flatter you with compliments at that moment. He wanted to see you smile more. He liked seeing you happy. With a subtle clear of his throat, he made another proposal, “I’m just about finished here with my work, and I’m sure you could use a break from coat-check-” 
You had a pretty good idea of where he was going with this and you would do anything for some time away from the labour you’re forced to go through every day. “Yes.” You agreed to his unfinished sentence, pulling a laugh out of him, “I didn’t even finish what I was going to say.” 
“I don’t care, just yes.” You were eager for a break, even if yours started in no less than ten minutes. You’d take as much time off that you could get. 
“Okay great, I’m so glad that you’ll help me restock inventory, clean the bathrooms and drop off some files.” Your face froze in horror while Jungkook’s head tilted back with a belly laugh at sight your face. “I’m just kidding, but we could grab lunch at that same spot again? Maybe this time you don’t lie about the food being ‘okay’ when you know it's the best?” His fingers made air quotes to emphasize the ‘okay’. 
You knew the food was good, but you would never admit such a thing. “As I said, it was okay.” You shrugged off his words but you couldn’t shake off the buzz of elation that was beginning to run through you at the thought of spending lunch with Jungkook. 
If only you had known that one friendly lunch date was merely the first of many. For the next month, Jungkook would find himself insisting on treating you to lunch, whether he was taking you to a new spot in town or ordering in. He even occasionally brought home-cooked meals that not even you could resist admitting were pretty damn good. 
You relished in all the attention he was giving you. He could listen to you talk for hours on end but you made sure that he got a chance to speak. Turns out Jungkook had his own revealing stories to share. What shocked you most was hearing him talk about nearly being arrested with his friends back in the eleventh grade. 
You could feel your ambition to be closer to him build with every conversation that you exchanged. With every gaze between you that lasted too long to be considered casual. Your heart began to flutter with every accidental but awakening touch that you shared while both grabbing for the same takeout containers. You were starting to like him and you were horrified.
Jungkook on the other hand was only panicking slightly. He liked you. He knew he did. This was no question from the moment you had helped him pick out a gift for his mother’s birthday (Which she loved by the way). He already had a semi-soft spot for you from a few weeks prior, but now, it was obvious. Anytime you complained about your job being slow or your feet hurting from standing all day he would invite you to relax in his office for fifteen minutes. 
It started as fifteen minutes, which soon turned to twenty then to thirty-- to the point where you could simply ask him for an hour break in the middle of your shift and he would let you. He didn’t know how to say no to you. Sure, there was always a lineup of customers who were impatiently waiting for your return but you needed the break. Not just to relax but to satiate your craving to be in Jungkook’s presence. 
Your hands clasped over your mouth while your heart ached at the adorable photo of Mira wearing the blue romper you had picked out for her. “She looks so cute,” There was that weird feeling again. The one that made you freeze and re-evaluate what your life has come to; cooing at baby pictures and finding yourself slowly but surely building a genuine connection with Jungkook, something you haven’t done in years. 
The proximity between the two of you had gone unnoticed while Jungkook swiped through the numerous galleries dedicated to Mira on his phone. 
“Jungkook! I’m-” You nearly leaped out of your skin at the sound of the door bursting open and making way for a formally dressed Lina who stepped through the door without a care for knocking. You took note of the familiar baby carrier hooked in the palm of her hand. 
“What’s she doing in here?” She didn’t even bother to finish what she was in the middle of obnoxiously announcing as she invited herself in before her finger was pointed at you. “-More importantly, why are you in here?” Jungkook turns the question back on her. “I’m leaving Mira with you, Natalie’s baby shower starts in fifteen minutes and the sitter is busy.” 
“How about you take care of your own child before going to someone else’s baby shower? You’ve called a sitter four times this week and it’s only Wednesday.” Ooh. You leaned against the wall, silently watching the drama unfold. 
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a bad mom?” With the few times you had met Lina, you could get a good idea of her personality and you weren’t liking it. “What? No, I’m not calling you a bad mom. I’m saying you need to spend more time with her. It doesn’t feel like you’re putting in any effort to be with her.” 
The astonishment that came over her expression tested your self-control not to laugh. However, the flesh is weak, you found yourself letting out a small chuckle. You felt as if there were knives to your neck when all the attention was suddenly on you. Lina’s brow raised along with her suspicions. “You again? Are you the one making Jungkook think like this-?” What is with her and the absurd accusations? 
“Lina that’s enough. Go to where you need to go, I’ll take her for now and bring her back later.” You watched Lina pass Jungkook the carrier giving you a glimpse of the wide-eyed child. She was definitely more awake compared to the last time you had seen her. With one last glare in your direction, Lina walked out. 
With a heavy sigh, Jungkook placed Mira back down on the floor but his smile didn't falter when he looked at her. “Well- uh, I should get back out there my break is over soon.” Usually, you would never leave before your break was over, using up every last second but when Jungkook seemed so focused on Mira you almost felt like you didn’t belong in the same room as the baby.
 “You-” Jungkook’s words were cut off from the soft sounds of his ringtone and the familiar buzzing sound from his phone. He swiftly answers to it and almost immediately his face is riddled in panic. “I hate to do this to you, but could you watch Mira for just a minute. There’s a barfight and it’s getting out of control.” You could tell he didn’t want to burden you but how could you say no to his kind request. 
“Okay...?” The answer came out more like a question than a response but he was already rushing out past the office door, leaving just you.... and the baby with big, brown, intimidating eyes. God! Why was she looking at you like that? “Do I smell or something?” You raised your arm trying to get a whiff of your scent but you didn't smell anything foul-- She giggled. 
“Are you laughing at me- Wait- Did you just laugh?” You were stunned, for a second you were beginning to wonder if she was only capable of one look when it came to you. You moved your arms in the similar way that you had previously earned another small laugh from her, showing off the few tiny teeth that poked through her gums.
This was how you found yourself trying to keep her entertained, enjoying the way she babbled incoherent words at your amusing tactics to keep her smiling. “You know, you’re not so scary when you smile.” You crouched down to her level. Her eyes following you the whole way down. 
You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a bit proud of yourself for keeping her busy for so long-- Good things don't last.
You were frightened from Mira’s sudden cries that rang in your ears. “No no no, why are you crying?--” You reached for the handle of the carrier trying to gently rock her back and forth but it only seemed to make it worse. 
Now you were the one who was ready to cry. You watched Mira’s eyes well up with tears and her cries only seemed to get louder. “Do you want a toy? Are you bored again? Am I the issue?” Your words came out rushed as you began to panic not knowing what to do-- Where was Jungkook?! “Please stop crying- I don’t know what you want from me?” 
You didn’t know why you even bothered asking her what was wrong, you knew she wouldn’t just magically withhold the vocabulary to answer you. 
“I’m sorry that took so long- ” Jungkook sped towards you and the bawling infant. It was like he knew immediately what was wrong within seconds of hearing her cries. He was quick to unbuckle her from the seat while you simply observed from a distance with freight in your eyes as Jungkook lifted her in the high in the air with a quiet sniff from his nose.
“Hm, someone made a mess of their diaper huh?” He chuckles lightly while Mira seems to have calmed down a bit once she knew she was in Jungkook’s arms. A dirty diaper. Of course. You were never the one to go to when it came to babies but you felt ashamed of the fact that thought never crossed your mind. 
You found it nice that Jungkook just seemed to casually have a whole baby changing station worth of products under his desk for a moment like this. You knew what came next once you saw Jungkook pull out the fresh diapers from the bag and immediately excused yourself out of the room for their privacy. 
You’re being set up.
You knew you were. 
Almost every day for the last few weeks you had been coming home to your father more pissed than the night before; informing you of the supposed chaos you would cause during your shift. Such extreme situations that you know for a fact did not happen. 
Apparently, you were stealing? Caught destroying the venue’s property and blatantly cursed out a customer. Now, that last one could’ve been true, but the rest were definitely false.
Thanks to whoever was spreading these rumours, you were treading on thin ice with your father. One more slip up then you’re out of the house and cut off for good.
“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jungkook pulls you away from your station leading you to his office. You already had a bad feeling that you already knew what this was about but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. 
With shaky breaths you watched him seat himself at his desk before sliding open the drawers and pulling out some papers? You couldn’t see the top of his desk from the distance you stood from him.
“I’m sure you know why I brought you in here?” He was using his professional voice. You haven’t heard him use this tone since you first started working here. It was too different of a tone compared to his friendly and sweet one. 
“No, I don’t.” You decided to act oblivious. 
“Well, I’ve been made aware of some....unprofessional behaviour.” He clears his throat before adjusting his posture sit up even more straight than he was before. His index finger raised, beckoning you with a fluid motion. You stepped forward towards the desk not so sure why you were feeling guilty when you knew you didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe you were just used to being blamed for things you weren’t responsible for?
“Before I ask you this question. I’m not asking you this as your friend, I’m asking you this as your boss.” Your boss. What was it about those words that made you feel the need to obey or maybe disobey? Whatever, now wasn’t the time. You were on trial for crimes you didn’t commit.
He turned what you thought were papers but actually seemed to be photos. Photos of someone whose silhouette looked a disturbing amount similar to yours spray painting the side of the building. “Is this you?” You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hurt even a little bit that Jungkook was questioning you about doing something like this, but like he said, he wasn’t asking you this as your friend. He’s your boss, it was his job.
“No that isn’t me.” Jungkook lets go of his breath at your honest statement. “Okay.” He drops the photos back down on the counter, leaning back in his chair. “That’s it? You’re not gonna ask me if I’m sure that isn’t me?” You were a bit stuck in disbelief. He shrugs, “If you say it isn’t you, then I believe you.” You weren’t used to someone having so much faith in you, ever. The way it seemed that Jungkook would never second-guess you was so... attractive?
Another week, another day where you spend your free time scrolling through your phone during the dead hours of your shift. What else were you supposed to do? Count the strands of fur on each Jacket? Jungkook had given up on reminding you about being on the phone and you were glad.
You scrolled past some news article for an expected heavy storm to roll in later tonight which explains why the club was emptier than usual today, it was still crowded, but not as crowded. There were faint sounds of arguing that had slipped their way into earshot but you ignored it until it began to get louder, probably because it had moved from being beyond the entrance doors to right in front of you. 
“It was her!” The stranger's finger was pointed right at you while she tried to fight off the bouncers who were holding her back. ‘Me?’ You thought.
 “What did I do?” 
“You took my wallet when I wasn’t looking!” Honestly, you were well past your limit with these accusations. The only thing stopping you from throwing yourself across the counter and strangling her was the mere fact that you had gotten your nails done yesterday.
Maybe some context would be good first. 
You held up a hand to the bouncers, another perk of frequently being associated with Jungkook, some of his authority had washed off onto you. The bouncers ceased their actions upon your request and let the woman approach you. Throwing her expensive bag in your face before she split it open, showing basic things you would find in a purse. “See that? No wallet. I left my purse on the counter for 5 seconds here and when I get home my wallet is gone?”
“Ok? So you lost your wallet. Why would I have taken it?” Your arms crossed as you questioned her accusations.
“Because a friend of mine had been in a similar situation with you. She says you had stolen her jacket.” The damned old lady was spreading lies about you even though the jacket was returned? She knows you weren’t even the one who had taken the jacket in the first place it was-
 You couldn’t be sure but you knew she was behind this somehow. The fact that this incident is happening while Jungkook is with Mira at a doctor’s appointment can’t be some coincidence. She’s the only other person who would know that Jungkook would be gone right now. 
Before you could even react the customer was rounding the counter and barging into your section, yanking up the purse of your own and zipping it open. “What are you doing?!” By now a small crowd had somehow managed to crowd around your station. 
Of course, the one time the party animals have a decent sense of hearing over the blaring music, it’s when your personal space is being invaded. “See!” She announces, pulling out an unfamiliar purple leather wallet from your bag. What?!
“That wasn’t in my purse before. I didn’t take that!” Your insistence was taken as a joke. Nobody believed you. You were being framed but no one would listen to you. Whoever had planted that wallet in your purse must be getting a laugh out of the fool they made you. You felt like crying at the sight of everyone pointing and accusing you. You were innocent, but they didn’t care. 
Your shift ended with your stomach twisting in fearful anticipation. You weren’t sure how, but your father always managed to find a way to hear about your work performance ever since Jungkook had stopped updating him. You had been waiting outside under the dark and cloudy sky waiting for your driver to pick you up but he wasn't going to show up and it took you an hour to realize that. 
Part of you wanted to call Jungkook knowing he would be there in a heartbeat but it was late. Every time you tried to wave down a taxi they would simply drive past you, either preoccupied or avoiding you on purpose.
With dreadful eyes, you dragged your feet to the bus stop. A few droplets of water hitting the backs of your hands as you waited for the bus. God, you hoped it wouldn’t start raining until you were home. But luck was never on your side, you knew that. 
It had already started to pour once you had gotten off the bus, you did your best to protect your purse from the heavy droplets of rain that pounded over you. The walk felt even longer with the added chill of the night. All you wanted to do was to go home, take a steaming hot shower and sleep until you were 50. 
Well, maybe you could sleep and shower at the same time
Your bed was sitting out on the front lawn along with everything else from your bedroom being rained on. “No..” You gasped. Your feet were sore from walking around in these flats all day, but the pain seemed to subside once you noticed that your key didn’t fit into the lock of the front door....or any of the doors for that matter. He changed the locks, again.
Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. You knew what was happening but you couldn’t come to terms with it. Your hair was flat as the rain continued to soak you from your head to your feet. Clearly, your father had heard about what happened today. So finally, after 5 years of him threatening to kick you out, he finally did it. 
Your throat felt tight as you gathered a few things from off the grass of your front lawn. You ached everywhere. You felt like a loser, from being framed in public to retrieving your soaked belongings from the dirt in the same day was doing your mentality no justice.
The loud claps of thunder that roared throughout the sky startled you but you were forced to get used to it. You would be out here for a while. You were only able to grab the things you could fit in your purse but you made sure to get your hands on the necklace Jungkook had given you. 
Now what? Where were you supposed to go? It’s not like any of your ‘friends’ would pick up your calls. They’ve been avoiding you like the plague for weeks now, uninterested unless you had news that would benefit them. 
You dragged your feet to the only place you knew that would give you a chance. With quiet cries and consumed by devastation you found yourself walking a few kilometres to Jungkook’s place. You knew a driver wouldn’t let you on the bus in the condition you were in so you didn’t bother. 
With little-to-no energy, you rang the doorbell, cringing at how loud it sounded. Moments went by and there was no answer. He was probably sleeping. No one in their right mind would open the door at this time of night. A silent sob leaving your lips as you fell to your knees, weak and cold. There was nothing you hated more than your life turning into a total cliché.
“Y/n?!” You heard the click of the door opening. You instantly felt strong arms helping you up to your feet, ushering you inside. Every step felt like it was sucking the life out of you. You were exhausted but it didn’t stop the soft smile that spread across your lips as Jungkook helped you take your shoes off before escorting you to the same guest room that you stayed in before. 
He didn’t ask questions. He never asked questions. He knew you would tell him when you were ready so he didn’t rush you. All you needed to do right now was rest, but you wanted to shower first. “I’m okay, do you mind if I..” Your fingers pointed to the bathroom, “No-yeah, of course.” Jungkook nods before leaving the room. You took that long shower that you needed, convincing yourself that you were going to be fine for most of it until you cried again. 
Your heart warmed at the sight of fresh sweats that Jungkook had left neatly folded on the bed, you even noticed the bag of clothes you had left behind in the same spot that they were in last time. You would wear the clothes Jungkook got you but they weren't as comfortable as his.
Quickly changing and hanging up your towel to dry before you cautiously stepped out into the hallway, feeling that you owed Jungkook an explanation for just showing up unannounced. You followed the light in the dark hallway back to his room, making sure to knock this time.
He gave you a cue to enter to which you followed and your eyes were forced to scan the big room until they finally landed on Jungkook who was sitting upright beside Mira while she was fast asleep in a co-sleeping crib. “Hi.” Jungkook’s voice was hushed but still friendly as he noticed you walk in. 
“Hi..” You were already awkward and you had barely made it to the foot of the bed yet while he sat at the head. “Thanks for letting me stay the night. I guess I finally got my dads' last nerve after what happened at work today, even though I’m being wrongfully accused.” You had filled him in on what exactly happened today while he was gone. 
“So do you have any idea who put the wallet in your bag?” He asks you. 
Now, how do you accuse his ex-girlfriend aka the mother of his child of framing you without actually saying it?
You stayed silent but it was as if he could see right through you, “Alright, c’mon, spit it out,” He encourages you, placing a hand on the blanket, patting it for you to sit since you had been standing this whole time.
You joined him on the bed, cross-legged like you were back in middle school gossiping about the rumoured crushes between your classmates.
“I think it’s Lina.” Jungkook’s face noticeably frowned at your words. “Can you tell me why you think that?” He said it kindly, but still curious as to how you’ve come to that conclusion.
 You gave him your reasoning making sure to mention that this series of accusations against you picked up right after she had seen you in Jungkook’s office looking at pictures on his phone. “Did this altercation today include the bouncers?” Jungkook questions you about the previous events of the day.
You nod which seemed to trigger a heavy sigh to push past his lips. “You may be right. During the appointment today she was on her phone, volume was maxed when she opened some video, which obviously caught my attention, all I saw were two bouncers holding someone back, but of course, it was all so fast I couldn’t get the chance to ask if the video was from the club,” Jungkook informs you while a mini celebration took place in your mind. Of course, you were right.
But you kind of felt bad that Jungkook was eternally attached to his crazy ex who was trying to get you fired.
 “I’ll talk to her about it. I’m sorry that she keeps getting to you. She’s always had an issue with boundaries when it came to work, hence why she just barges in whenever she pleases.” You gulp at the last part of his statement. 
“I barge in your office whenever I please too..” You looked straight into his eyes that smiled before his mouth did at your words. “You don’t necessarily barge in as she does, it’s more of a ‘Hi, I’m in your office now’. Besides, I genuinely enjoy your company.” You chuckled lightly at the comedic way he had expressed the way you enter his office, but you couldn’t ignore the way your eyes kept dropping from his eyes to his lips before shooting back up to his eyes, just for the cycle to repeat.
Silence had fallen over the conversation unless Jungkook could hear the voice in your head screaming to kiss him. You could hear your heart beating through your ears as you watched Jungkook lean closer to you--
 Both of your heads turned immediately to face the moving object in your peripheral vision. The both of you watching as Mira turned from her back onto her stomach which pulled a small laugh from her dad. 
“She always does this. No matter how many times I put her to sleep on her back she just ends up rolling onto her tummy.” You smiled at his words while your eyes focused on the 10-month old, now faced down, small fists balled up by her head. “She really is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” You didn’t know you said it out loud until you heard a snicker from Jungkook. 
You turned to face him again, “I’m serious. She’s too cute to be real.” It was strange, usually, babies take after one parent more than the other but Mira seemed to have a perfect balance between Lina and Jungkook. She had her mother’s full lips but had a similar eye shape to Jungkook’s. 
“She is isn’t she?” Jungkook didn’t even deny it. The second round of silence was your unspoken cue to say your farewells and make your way back to the guest room letting Jungkook sleep and giving you a chance to catch up on your own. 
It was minutes to three by the time you had woken up, and you woke up to the best sight possible. More gifts at the edge of the bed. Not as luxurious as the other presents he had given you since these clothes were more pyjama-themed and designed for comfort, but you still loved them. Just like last time your eyes landed on a card that you seemingly overlooked once you saw the presents. 
Decided you would probably prefer your own stuff to sleep in than my clothes all night. If you want anything else I left my card on the nightstand. Work is probably the last thing on your mind but in case you were wondering, someone was able to cover your shift today.
Now you wished that you did get to kiss him last night. Everything he did just seemed to ooze attractiveness. It was truly a miracle that you haven’t pounced on him by now. You leaned over to look at the nightstand, expecting to see his business card but you were mistaken. 
It was a sleek, black and gold credit card. 
Oh boy. 
He was so thoughtful, but he didn’t know what he was getting himself into by leaving you his credit card. You made sure to text him and give him a rundown of the things you could do with this type of accessibility. You needed to make sure he was okay with it first. You included just a few of the prices of the things you had wanted since the day you were cut off.
 ‘Get anything you want’
No words on earth have ever made you feel the way you did now. You were excited but flattered at the same time. Maybe even a bit curious as to how much money he made to have not been intimidated by your prices even the slightest bit. Well, what were you waiting for? You had a credit card and a lot of time today. You were going on a shopping spree that was long overdue. 
Twelve bags, a spa day and two pairs of diamond earrings later, you finally found yourself waddling back inside Jungkook’s place with every single bag hanging from off your arms. It was truly a talent. 
“Looks like you had fun.” Jungkook wasn’t phased by the amount of bags that you juggled before he helped take some from you. Part of you still couldn’t get used to seeing Jungkook in such casual clothing. Just sweats with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the ink on his right forearm. He looked edible.
“You have no idea. I really needed this.” You smiled as if you were stuck in a dream, a dream that you never wanted to end. Afraid that if you pinched yourself, everything before you would vanish. In just one day, you already feel happier here than you’ve felt back home in the last three months. 
As devastated as you were to be kicked out, you would never beg to go back. Never. You felt like you could finally breathe. Your father had infested your phone with texts and calls asking where you were, but you left them on open. Turning on your read receipts so that he knew you weren’t dead. 
You weren't surprised that your father was asking for your whereabouts, yes, he's the one who kicked you out but you knew that he never expected you to actually leave. He was hoping it would just snap you back into place and work efficiently and beg to come back like last time.
Jungkook didn’t say anything after he helped you bring the bags up to the guest room. He simply stared at you with an unreadable expression when really, he was just thinking about how much he loves seeing you happy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” This seemed to be a common question you asked him when he would gaze at you almost endlessly.
“Because I think you’re beautiful, especially when you smile.” Air. You needed air. You didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your face was flushed red at his words. It took you a moment to internally calm yourself down. 
“Why are you always so nice towards me?” Your brain and mouth didn’t cooperate when you had said those words, you weren't supposed to say that out loud. Jungkook took a step towards you, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve never doubted me, even after all the issues I’ve had with customers. You always took my side, even going the extra mile of buying me nice things.” He took another step towards you, the distance between you closing slowly, “Because you told me about the things you were going through at home and it seemed like all you needed was someone to trust you.” 
His words nearly moved you to tears. Nearly, but you were able to keep a straight face while his face moved closer to yours. His hand gently grazed the side of your face, tilting your head up to face him. His thumb gently pulled down on the plush flesh of your lower lip while he inched closer to you. 
His next words were quiet, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear them.
“Plus, Is it so wrong that I want to see a pretty girl like you in pretty things?” The words were flattering enough to make you squirm, a shiver striking down your spine at his suggestive tone. He felt a stroke to his ego at your obvious reaction to only his words. It led him to wonder just how reactive you could be.
 Maybe it was the spur-of-the-moment or the anticipation for this moment that’s been building inside him for some time now. The hand that wasn’t cupping the side of your face had placed itself on your lower back, pulling you towards him. Bodies pressed flush against each other. A small gasp escaping you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care for his sudden movements when his soft lips had met your own. His lips were soft and sweet against yours. 
Just when you thought Jeon Jungkook couldn’t entice you any further he kisses you. Sure, you’ve kissed other people, but they weren’t even in the running to compare to the way Jungkook made you feel. You felt like true royalty around him, the way he always managed to put your needs first, never failed to make you smile-- now all you wanted was to repay the favour. 
You wanted to make him feel so, so good. Wanted to hear his name fall from his lips in pleasure, but you had to calm yourself. One step at a time.
“Shit,” He cursed against your lips while your hands draped over his shoulders, fingers locking behind his neck as his hands moved down to hold you at your waist. The action was small yet your body felt like it was on fire, every brush of his fingers on your body sent currents of desire to run through you.
With the basic human need for air, you pulled away for a chance to catch your breath, only to lose it again at the sight of Jungkook staring at you with dark and lustful eyes. He wanted you in every way possible; over his lap, against the wall, bent over his desk. He would take you anywhere he could-- but he couldn’t. 
“Jungkook?!” Lina’s voice rang from downstairs. You inwardly cried at the sound of his ex’s presence just below you. You and the universe never seemed to get along well, but really, cockblocking? That's low. 
You could see the sorrowful look that washed over Jungkook’s face, “Remind me to get my key back from her.” You knew he was joking but you wished it was true. 
Yet another moment with Jungkook, interrupted and gone to waste.
2 Weeks. 
You wanted a medal, a new car, maybe even a jet. You didn’t know what you deserved but you deserved something big for managing to control yourself around Jungkook for the last two weeks with little to no touching. Neither of you have mentioned the steamy moment that you had shared ever since it was rudely interrupted. 
“You know, I can hear the alarms on your phone, Y/n. All you have to do is wake up.” Your feet had only just stepped into the kitchen and Jungkook was already on you for missing another day of work. It was only the third time this week, you’re sure he could understand right? If he really had a problem he would wake you up himself, right?
Wrong. He couldn’t disturb you for two reasons. 1. He was 99% sure that you fall into a coma when you sleep making his job of waking you up ten times harder than it needs to be, and 2. You looked so at peace when you were asleep, so he figured letting you sleep in wouldn’t hurt your work performance. He was the boss after all. 
“Yeah, I was just tired today.” You used the same excuse that you always did but Jungkook didn’t mind, all that mattered to him was that you slept well. You finally paid attention to your senses, nose catching the sweet scent of cookies which explains why Jungkook was in an apron and rolling out dough.
“Is this all for me?” Personally, you didn’t think your question was funny enough for the reaction Jungkook gave you with his head tilted back in laughter before he shook his head.
“It’s for Mira’s party.” Your brows creased at his response. 
“I thought her birthday was August 31st? It’s only the 16th?” A soft ding from the oven rang in the kitchen, cueing Jungkook to remove the variety of desserts and pastries on a tray. “It is. Lina just wants to prepare for the party way ahead of time, so she gave me a list of recipes to try out, and-- Don’t even think about it.” Jungkook swatted your wandering hand from the tray of hot sweets.
“Why didn’t she do these herself?” Your eyes still gazing longingly at the beautiful desserts.
Jungkook seemed to be moving around the kitchen at the speed of light, piping icing onto the cooling delights before going back to whipping more icing in a bowl-- “She took Mira to the store to find her a birthday outfit since she’s outgrown most of her old clothes.” You nodded.
“What are you gonna do with her old clothes? You gonna save them for your next kid in case it’s a girl?” You leaned against the island as you watched Jungkook whirl from place to place. “I don’t want any more kids.” 
Now, this was something you never would’ve thought he would say. He had such a natural and loving father-daughter relationship with Mira so it only made sense for you to assume he would want more kids at some point. You decided not to dwell on that part of the conversation and let it move on. Not before you got an eyeful of Jungkook and the way he was whisking the creamy pink icing. 
His face was concentrated on his actions while you were focused on the bulge of his arms through his shirt. Your eyes trailed up the inked designs on his forearm until they disappeared under his sleeves. He seemed to have been putting a lot of energy into his wrist as some of the icing has landed on his cheeks. 
“Wait, hold on,” You rounded the counter as you made your way towards him, turning him to face you. The passionate tension that had buried itself over the last two weeks was quickly resurfacing as your eyes locked on each other. It was now or never. 
Your hand gently grabbing hold of his wrist, guiding his thumb to wipe off the pink cream from his cheek. “What are you-" Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath once you took his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue working languidly to lick at the sweet substance that once coated his thumb. 
God, you had wanted this for so long.
Your eyes fluttered shut not before you noticed Jungkook’s grip on the counter tighten while his eyes watched your every move. For once you thought you had control of the heated moment, your tongue applying a light pressure that had a chill running down Jungkook’s spine and blood rushing to his groin.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Y/n,” His voice had deepened a bit which had your heart lurching. Nearly gagging at the pressure he pushed down on your tongue as a warning. Instantly loosening the suction you had around him as he pulled it from your lips. 
“I know exactly what I’m doing.” The moment of silence was short-lived while Jungkook stared down at you. Your behaviour was beyond threatening to his composure. The gears shifted in his head as he tried to think rationally about his next move. It was a miracle from god himself that he managed to resist you for so long. If not now then when?
He looked behind him, swiftly reaching over to turn off the oven before he moved right back to you resuming as if he had never paused in the first place. You felt his hands grip at the back of your thighs, tapping twice, “Jump” he instructed. Your legs instinctively wrapping securely around his waist as he carried you to the guest room.
His lips began to work feverishly at your neck. The soft flesh of his lips felt like heaven on earth against your skin. You felt a small sting as he worked on a particular spot, still managing to effortlessly carry you even with his face buried in your neck. “F-fuck, Jungkook no marks.” You moaned, unable to ignore the heat that began to pool between your legs at his actions. 
He blatantly ignored your requests and continued to suck harshly at your once unmarked skin. You weren’t sure of when exactly you had made it to the guest room since your eyes had shut halfway up the stairs, relishing in the pleasure but you knew you arrived once you flailed mid-air as Jungkook dropped you onto the sheets. 
“Ow.” You pout at his sudden actions. He chuckled darkly at your emotions almost wanting to tease you for it. He leaned towards you, his presence alone intimidating enough to make you lay flat against the once neatly made bed while he caged you underneath him. Your breath became shaky while you momentarily forgot to breathe once you felt his palm slowly glide up your exposed thigh. 
You were getting impatient with the speed he was going at, so you decided to take matters into your own hands and move his hand yourself.
“Behave or you’ll regret it later.” He growled as his hands hooked around the waistband of your skirt before powerfully tugging it down your legs; littering a few more kisses to your lips while he was at it. Using every last bit of self-control he had left not to groan at the sight of the black lace of your underwear. 
You couldn’t think straight, his words were so threatening but something made you want to test the waters. Bending your knee at the right angle, making sure it brushed against the bulge in his jeans. “Shit- You don’t fucking listen do you?” Your thighs involuntarily squeezing tightly together as his hand wrapped itself around your throat, not placing enough pressure to restrict your breathing but enough to give you another warning. A guilty smile was etched onto your lips at his words. 
The sight alone was enough for Jungkook’s cock to twitch in his jeans. He made sure to tell you how much he loved the view of his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. “You should see how pretty you look right now princess,” His tone was nothing short of addicting, the nickname affecting you in more ways than one. 
He wasted no time to press another soft but teasingly quick peck to your lips, grinning darkly at your frustrated reaction. You wanted more. Correction; you needed more. You had waited so long for this moment all you wanted was to feel good. 
“Kiss me.” You ordered. He was visibly surprised by your demands, “Say please.” He teased, his lips hung dangerously close above yours. A strangled moan trapped in your throat as you refused to say the words. All your life, everything was handed to you. You would never say please. 
A grip to his collar and a slight tug was all you needed to get your way. Moaning into the deep kiss, feeling his firm chest press against yours. He groaned at your outright disobedience. You felt a sharp sting on the side of your thigh under the weight of his palm. 
“So fucking desperate hm? You can’t even follow a simple instruction?” He rasps as his lips trailed kisses down your neck to your collarbones, making sure every single exposed inch of you was marked, not before his teeth gently pulled on the diamonds that decorated your neck. Feeling an unfamiliar wave of possessiveness consume him at the sight of you wearing the necklace that he bought you.
You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was the same Jungkook who would invite you to lunch and buy you gifts. All signs of compassion were washed from his brain when he looked at you in your nearly fucked-out state even though he’s barely touched you. 
Your back arching slightly at the feeling of his fingers working their way between your legs. Hasty fingers hooking under the band of your underwear. Teasing you some more, slowly pulling them down your legs. “J-jungkook-” you whined already fed up with his games. He was enjoying how needy you had gotten in such a short amount of time. 
Your hips lifting to assist him with the task of pulling the lace fabric down your legs. The garment is being thrown over his shoulder carelessly. You were never one to shy away from lingering stares at your body nude or not, but the way his dark eyes so intently stared at your dripping core had your legs shutting on instinct. “Keep your legs open.” He left no room for debate from the way he pinned your thighs down to the bed.
Your mouth falling open in pure pleasure at the feeling of his tongue lapping up your slit lazily, more teasing. “S-stop teasing.” You tried to roll your hips against him but Jungkook had enough of your little antics. Making sure his hands held you down harder, not giving you the liberty to continue. 
Only then did his tongue finally begin to pick up its speed. It worked skillfully along your folds. He ate you out like a man starved. You tried to squirm away from him, you could feel the knot in your stomach begin to form at his acceleration. Your chest was rising and falling at concerning rates as Jungkook showed little to no mercy on your poor pussy. 
You didn’t know when your hands made their way to grip at the soft locks of his hair as he sucked violently at your clit. “J-jungkook! -slow down!” Your moans turned to quiet screams as he only became more animalistic with the wet muscle that made sure that you were seeing stars. Not sure if you were hallucinating but you swore you could feel him smirk against you before pulling away briefly. "Be a good girl and take it, hm? I know you can." There's no way this was Jungkook. 
Without a second to fully take in his words he picked up where he left off but more intense. He had waited too long to have you. He was going to make every second count. You twisted at the torso recklessly trying to get away from the intense pleasure he was bringing you. The coil in your stomach was seconds from unravelling, your fist tightening in his hair as you brace yourself. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the vibrations that shook through your core from Jungkook’s moans. 
“No!” You whined uncontrollably when Jungkook suddenly pulled himself away, his nose and lips glistening with your slick. “ ‘Been wanting to eat you out for so long.” A shit-eating grin plastered itself on his face at the way your body reacted to him denying you. “I told you you’d regret not listening, didn’t I?” 
He had made his way back over you, his face faking pity as he looked down at your pouty lips. His hand squishing your cheeks with a tight amount of pressure. “What’s wrong? Mad I didn’t let you cum?” Jungkook loved how pretty you looked with tears threatening to fall from your big brown eyes that stared up at him with hate. 
Resting back on his knees, hips still straddling yours as his arms crossed over his abdomen, hooking on to the hem of his shirt before pulling it off and flinging it behind him. 
Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you. 
Your eyes didn’t know where to look first. His broad shoulders, the bulging muscles of his arms as they worked to undo the buttons of your top. He was getting frustrated with the tiny buttons until he acted impulsively, and effortlessly tearing the shirt. “Jungkook!” You gasped, not even getting a chance for your mouth to close before he did the same to your bra, your body now fully exposed to him. 
“That was my favourite bra-” You couldn’t even finish your complaint before you were interrupted by the sounds of him groaning deeply as he peppered more kisses down your chest, taking his time to mark your breasts with hickeys. “Shh, I’ll buy you more. Buy you anything you want- shit- Just wanna fuck you dumb, baby.” You mewled at his obscenity, sitting up eagerly once you saw him working to undo his belt. 
“I’ll do it.” You insisted, your hands working quickly to slide the buckle from the loops of his jeans. “Look at you, so eager for cock huh? The only time you ever wanna do anything yourself.” He sneers at your lively reaction. Belt already on the floor, your fingers busy with the zipper, letting Jungkook do the rest. 
Nearly drooling at the sight of his thick, muscular thighs. God, you wanted to ride them. You wanted to do everything with Jungkook, which is exactly how you found yourself dropping to your knees in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed dressed in only the lavish but simple black boxers that did very little to hide the intimidating size of his dick.
“You sure you wanna do this? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with” His hand lowered to cup your cheek, and for a minute his eyes seemed to soften at you while you got comfortable on your knees. With an eager nod, your fingers were already working to get him out of the last of his clothes but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist, “Words, Y/n.” 
“Yes, I want to do this. I want this. I want you so bad.” He leans back on his hands observing you with intense levels of focus and lust in his eyes. Raising his hips to let you slide off the final piece of fabric that kept him from being bare to you. The air in your throat refused to come out when you had properly taken in the sheer size of him. 
You had never slept with many people in the past, simply because you’d rather shop for meaningless objects than to sleep with meaningless people, and to be frank, most people weren’t worthy to be between your legs. Regardless, none of the people you had slept with could compare to the high that you felt from just being in Jungkook’s presence even after they made you cum. 
Your hand softly grabbing at his base while you gave his tip soft kitten licks to his tip that was already beading with precum. Now it was your turn to tease him. 
Jungkook on the other hand was fearful for his life. He was attracted to you. Very, very attracted to you, but if he had known you would affect him like this he would’ve never let you get on your knees in the first place. With every lick, he could already feel himself getting closer to his breaking point. His fists balling up the sheets trying to restrain himself from pushing your head lower himself.
“Oh- shit.” He hissed feeling your lips press soft kisses from his balls to his tip, never really doing much more than that. Now he was getting impatient, “Move.” He demanded. Without even looking at him, you could feel the stare he had on you. Oh, how the tables had turned. You had decided to grant him with a long stripe of your tongue up his length. 
You were able to hear the strangled moans caught behind his lips in response to your sinful acts. Not even you were able to sustain the slow speed you were moving. Finally taking him fully into the warmth of your mouth. 
Jungkook’s mouth fell open at the euphoric feeling of your lips around him. His pleasure only intensifying with the smooth vibrations of your moans around him. You tried your best to take all of him in your mouth, often gagging when you tried to take more than you could handle. “Relax your throat,” Jungkook managed to voice a few breathy instructions.
Doing as told, you relaxed your throat, able to take the slightest bit more of him, working the rest of him that couldn’t fit with confident twists of your palm. You regret looking up at him, his eyes shut tight with his head thrown back, showing off the sharp definition of his jaw that locked every so often. The muscled plains of his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to focus on his breathing. 
Your slick was dripping down your thighs by this point, forming a small wet spot on the carpet beneath you. You couldn’t resist the urge to drop a hand from on his down between your legs. Your fingers rubbing at your clit for added satisfaction.
“Don’t touch yourself.” You weren’t even aware that Jungkook had been watching you again. His words were strict but you were so, so close. He could read your telltale signs of you nearing your high. The way your moans became more persistent around him, your eyes shut in concentration, your mouth getting lazy around his girth. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop. 
But he’s had enough of your disobedience. 
He pulled his cock out of your mouth which had you looking up at him in surprise. A squeal slipping from you as Jungkook leant forward, hands on your waist to place you back on the bed with fury, “Such a fucking brat. Never listening.” The flesh of your bottom lip slowly flushing to darker shades of red the more you bit them with every dirty word that flowed from his lips.
With wide eyes, you watched him as he relaxed against the headboard unfazed even though he was inwardly cringing for edging himself just to punish you, but he knew it would all be worth it in the end. 
You were confused.
 “What’s wrong?” You knew he was faking his sincerity as he looked at you with devious eyes. “Since you wanna touch yourself so badly, do it yourself.” 
“W-what?” You were fine doing it earlier when his eyes weren’t on you, but now he was giving you his full, undivided attention. “I-” You were at a loss forwards, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. Jungkook wondered how you could look so cute yet so hot at the same time. “Cat’s got your tongue? Did you suddenly forget how to play with your pretty pussy?” 
You stayed silent, “Go on then,” He urged, one hand moving behind his head while your middle and index fingers slowly moved to continue at your previous attempts. It didn’t feel the same now that Jungkook was watching, you wanted him to do it. 
“Faster, Y/n.” He gives another instruction as if avoiding the painfully hard erection that was leaking against his abs. Picking up the pace at his request still not satisfied with yourself, a loud mewl resonated throughout the room on your behalf. “J-jungkook, I want you to touch me.” More tears were welling in your eyes at the slight desperation that even you could hear your voice. 
A sinful smirk of pride exposed itself on his lips, “Where do you want me to touch you?” You let out a small huff of displeasure at his question. You didn’t want to say it, he knew very well. He just wanted to fluster you. “I can’t do anything unless you use your words, princess.” The nickname was tempting you. 
“I want you to touch my pussy.” You whine as your hips were leisurely rolling against your fingers. 
You would never. 
“Alright, I guess you’ll just have to cum on your own-” He shrugs, pretending to move in a manner suggesting that he would get off the bed, but even he knew he could never fully bring himself to do so, but you didn’t know that.
“P-please! Please! I want your fingers to touch my pussy. I can’t take it anymore. Just wanna be stuffed full of your fingers until I cum, Please.” Dark eyes and a cocky grin were the last that you remembered of him before you felt a small push on your chest, the force enough to have you falling on your back; letting Jungkook drag your body closer to his by your ankles. 
“Such a soaked cunt. Is this all for me?” He was mocking your words from earlier when you first saw him in the kitchen. You nodded with a small whimper, "All for you," you mewled at the feeling of his finger collecting some of the slick that was dripping down your thighs before he slowly pushed in. 
“Oh,” Your mouth fell open with a gasp at the protrusion between your legs. It had been a long, long time since you've felt this good. “Shit princess, this is only one finger, relax.” He cooed over you, his cock throbbing at the thought of how snug your walls would feel around him before adding a second digit, then a third, the sweet burn from the thickness of his fingers only making your moans increase in volume. 
It wasn’t long until he noticed the subconscious gyrate of your hips against his fingers that he started to pick up his pace. The room-filling with the lewd squelches of your wetness gushing around his digits as it dripped down to his wrist. A strangled scream was pulled from your lungs at the bliss that consumed you as his fingers had begun to move at an unrealistic pace.
“Fuck!” You cried once he curved his fingers, hitting the sweet spot along your velvety walls. With your eyes shut too tight to see the grin on his face. “I’m gonna-” You Jungkook knew you were close, the way you constricted around his fingers with every spasm of your body. “You gonna cum, baby? Your head nodded rapidly, unable to even form coherent sentences at this point. 
“Go ahead and cum.” The burning heat in your stomach that tightened with his permission. Your eyes rolling back with a scream of his name which resonated like music to his ears. Your vision blinded with stars as you came around his fingers. 
Jungkook slowed down his hand to let your ride out your high watching as you slowly collected yourself. Jungkook could’ve cum untouched at the sight alone. He wanted to ruin you.
“You’re so pretty when you cum. Should’ve seen the look on your face.” He chuckles darkly as he teasingly drags his tip along your folds, gathering the cum was that was flowing from your sensitive pussy. 
“Wait-- Jungkook- Condoms.” You breathily remind him, a bit proud that you managed to muster out the words given your currently dazed mindset. “Oh, shit.” He laughs at the fact it had slipped his mind. He always remembered to use condoms, but you, you were dangerous; made his brain clouded with lust and admiration for you making him forget to think logically. 
It took him mere seconds to rush to his bedroom before returning with the square packaging. He tore it open as if he was running out of time. “Gonna wreck this pretty little pussy.” Chills ran through you briefly at the feeling of his thumb tauntingly strumming over your clit before he rolled the condom over his length, aligning the round, swollen head of his cock at your entrance. 
Jungkook could see the slight fear in your eyes as you eyed his every move. "I’ll go slow okay? Anytime you want me to stop I will.” He reassures you, making sure you know you’re safe with him. You were unable to control the butterflies that flapped around in your stomach at his words. You nodded as a signal to let him push in. 
“Y-you’re so big-” You gasped, head thrown back into the sheets at the sweet burn of his thick head gliding effortlessly into the warm confines of your slick walls. “If I had known you’d feel this good I would’ve fucked you a long time ago..” Even Jungkook seemed to be visibly collapsing at the feeling of your snug velvet muscles constricting his movement. 
“Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last.” He grits through his teeth, his paces still slow and considerate, giving you a chance to adjust yourself to accommodate his size. You let out a small whine at the moderate pace, “Faster.”
“Faster what? Sweetheart?” 
Jungkook had been teasing you the whole night, of course, it wouldn’t stop here. It took a while for you to muster the words, having to bite back your pride to say it, “Please.” Immediately his pace quickened, you were able to feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag deliciously along your walls as he began to drill into you. 
Your bodies coating in a thin layer of sweat as the smell of sex thickened in the room. Jungkook leaned down to drop a few kisses on your lips, loving how your eyes stayed closed even after he pulled away. It wasn’t long until that familiar heat began to coil in your stomach, your moans filling the room as Jungkook’s speed began to border brutal. 
“Jungkook- hngh~ ‘s good.” You knew your words didn’t exactly meet proper grammatical standards but it was the best you could do while Jungkook's hips powerfully snapped into yours with inhumane speed. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised you; your heart swelling with his ego. He knew you were close, the way you convulsed around him and your eyes creased shut even tighter. 
“I’m so close-” You moaned breathlessly, eyes finally opening to gaze back up at him. It was when his cock had brushed over a certain spot inside you, a spot that had your hands reaching for his back, your detailed acrylics leaving marks as they draped down his soft skin sure to leave marks in the morning. Your brain is filled with everything and nothing at the same time. 
With another brush past your sweet spot, your mind became clear for a brief moment. This is how he ended up with a kid. 
“Hold it.” Those weren’t the words you wanted to hear. Especially not when you were seconds from your orgasm. Your nails scratched especially hard at his back in protest, pulling a guttural sound from Jungkook. He hissed at the slight sting of your nails, “Are you trying to claw me like some cat?” Even when he was balls deep inside you he still managed to have some sense of humour to which you ignored. 
Jungkook felt his release nearing, his pace quickening (if possible) while one large, tattooed hand gripped at your waist with strength assuring you of the bruises that would make themselves known later. He cursed lowly under his breath before whispering the words you had longed to hear for.
 “Cum.” With one more deep thrust, it was more than enough to push you over the edge for you to come undone with loud moans and cries of his name while Jungkook was close behind you. With a string of profanities escaping from Jungkook’s mouth as he came. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing while he waited for you to give him the ‘ok’ to pull out before discarding the condom. 
He was already on his feet, back to how he was before all this started, moving at lightning speed towards the bathroom to get a warm cloth to gently clean you up. Carefully hoisting you off the bed onto your feet while he changed the sheets. Already dropping yourself back onto the bed the moment he finished. 
“You did so well,” He cooed at you, a hand stroking the side of your face, managing to make you blush, turning your head to hide your face in the sheets before you felt him gently turn your head to face him. 
“Don’t hide your face from me.” His words were sweet unlike how they were a few minutes prior, but it’d be a fat lie to say you didn’t love every second of it. 
You made your way to snuggle under the covers, loving how comfortable you felt with your head on his chest. It was no later than four in the afternoon but you were tired enough to feel as if it was much later. “You know Lina’s gonna kill me for not finishing those recipes,” Jungkook mentions while your eyes closed, relishing in the warmth of his body. 
“If you weren’t gonna let me eat them, then I don’t care.” Your words came out mumbled as your cheek was pressed against him. The proximity between you gave you the ability to feel the slight shake of his chest as he laughs at you. 
“I would’ve given you one eventually. They were hot, you were going to burn yourself.” You couldn’t believe you two were talking about cookies after he had just pounded you into the sheets, but honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Where’s the birthday girl?” That was the first thing you asked once you returned from your short shift at work today, wanting to make it back in time for Mira’s party that Jungkook had invited you to. “She’s here, a bit fussy since she just woke up, but she’s here.” You watched Jungkook carry her towards you, you could tell she had been crying earlier from her glossy eyes. 
You hate to admit it but Lina did a good job picking out an outfit for Mira’s special day. It was a cute sundress with a denim-styled top with a floral ruffle design for the skirt paired with a matching floral headband. 
Jungkook held out Mira towards you for you to hold her but you immediately refused, leaning back suddenly further away from her. 
Jungkook had let you hold her a few times before, needless to say, Mira was not exactly fond of you. Within seconds of her being in your arms, she would begin to scream and fuss until she was back in her daddy’s hold. “She doesn’t like me remember?”
“That’s not true,” Upon his disagreement, you held out your arms, letting him place her in your arms. She had already begun to cry, but what you weren’t expecting was for her to slowly begin to calm down. “See, she likes you. She just needed some time.” 
Now your emotions were a little more diverse than they had already been for the last week. Do you like Jungkook? Yes, of course very much, but you were inwardly panicking at the recurring itch that sat in the back of your head. An itch that you needed change. Now with Jungkook mentioning that Mira had grown to hate you a little less over time makes you wonder if she would ever grow attached to you. 
You’ve had this feeling for a little while now, but you always managed to shake it off from as early as when you had found yourself helping Jungkook shop for baby clothes. How could your life do a total 180°?
From focusing on nothing but yourself and having a good time to actually thinking about your future with Jungkook. The future scared you. What would happen to you by then? 
It’s safe to say you were spiralling.
“Can you watch her for a second while I load up the car, then we can head to Lina’s.” He checks in to which you agree. Taking the sound of the front door closing as a sign that he had gone outside while you walked back to the living room to place Mira down on her play mats. 
She's been cruising around a lot lately, and now was no exception. She would often hold on to the couches or grasp at your arms to help her make small steps. She would be walking on her own any day now.
 With kind eyes, you monitored the way she stacked the rainbow rings on the yellow stick; babbling on about some more incomprehensible topics. Even if her rainbow started with the colour blue and ended with red you made sure to reward her with a very uncoordinated high five which ended with her pulling on your fingers while simultaneously trying to start a conversation with you.
Even if you didn’t know what exactly she was saying you continued to nod and respond with responses you think would match hers. 
Her first words. 
Turns out there's been a big miscommunication between you since that was the very last thing you thought she was talking about. If you were spiralling before, you were just about losing your shit now. Mira just said her first word...
‘Mama’ The word rang in your head with a warning. She didn’t see you as a mother figure did she? No, there’s no way. You had only helped feed her a handful of times, watched her play with her toys on numerous occasions and made her laugh occasionally, but that was it. 
Lina was going to kill you. Why? Because she already hated you, wanted you out of Jungkook’s place as soon as possible; But when she finds out that she called you mama. You were done for. 
How would Jungkook react? Would he be disappointed it was you? Would he be happy? Would this make him want you to stay with him permanently? The latter was something you weren’t sure you could do.
 Your father was right. Once you encounter one obstacle, you’re ready to quit. You so desperately wanted to prove him wrong because Jungkook was different from your soccer team or ballet classes; and it's true, Jungkook was different. 
But you're the one who can’t seem to change. You didn’t want either of them to get attached to you in case you really do decide to quit. So what do you do now? You can’t keep stringing Jungkook along while you figured out your feelings. It was moments like these were you wished you were normal. Someone who could find themselves building a relationship with someone and not freak out. 
As you thought about the situation a little longer, you knew you couldn’t stay here and risk hurting Jungkook more than you had to. You had to leave. 
@min-nicoleee​ @laurynne5 @trashlord-007​ @moonchild1​ @janedukiesworld​ 
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ggukkiereads · 4 months ago
hi! can you list your recommendations for enemies to lovers with jungkook? thankieeee 💜💜💜💜
🌷 Hello! This has actually been requested but for all members (see pinned note 📌). Since I have read/reblogged a lot of Jungkook E2L fics throughout the years, I’ll create a separate list (this has around 70 fics at least 😨)
Credits go to all the writers 🥰. I love this trope, something I easily and happily consume so thank you for sharing these stories.
If you’re a 💜reader💜 who found this list helpful, you can show appreciation by reblogging the fics or commenting/letting authors know how much you like their stories 😊.
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Enemies to Lovers | Jungkook
S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst | mostly Mature, minors DNI
fics are listed per category (college, slice of life, fantasy, etc)
there are other fics I haven’t included/reblogged yet plus there are new fics I‘ve yet to read 🥺 (I will just update this or I might add it to the all-member’s version)
if link’s not working, click on author’s name and check their masterlist 👍
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College AUs
Block Party @minlucent - two-shot | 9.5k | fuckboy au, neighbor au, college au, e2l, pwp | s, a
I Hate You @kookingtae - one shot | 2.7k | rivals au, some hate sex but fluffy confessions after uwu | s, f
My Babysitter’s a Quarterback @ohpretty-baby - one shot | 30k | jock!jk, cheerleader!reader, Jungkook is literally the babysitter (OC has younger sister) | A, F
The Art of War More @kpopfanfictrash - one shot + drabbles | 42k | college au, hockey team captain!jungkook x dance captain!reader | s, f, a
Drabbles (established relationship):  L is for Lunacy +  The Party + S if for Sexy
You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - one shot | 12.9k | Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, Exes AU turned enemies | A, F
💜 Color Me Red @vantaenims - drabble | 1.5k | enemies to lovers, college au, creative use of colors for fluffy effect  | f 🌷
The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - one shot | 26.3k | soulmate au, unrequited love (Jungkook doesn’t want her T_T), Art student!jungkook, English major!reader, subtle e2l | A, F
Aphrodite in War @jungblue - [2/?] | Exes AU, Fake Dating, Fratboy/Greek Life, Roommate AU, Enemies to Lovers  | F, S, A  
All Over You @zibermuda  - series [4/4] | 25k | Nerd!Jungkook, Fuckgirl!Reader, E2L
Not a Date @bubmyg - one shot + drabbles | 3.1k + 4k+ | college au, enemies to lovers, eventual established relationship | F
Flick or Treat @junqkook - one shot | 3.3k | enemies to lovers, fuckboy AU, Fratboy AU | S
Get Even @egoist-joon - one shot | 6k | college au, sports au (track), enemies to lovers | S, slightly F
I Love You, Don’t You Mind @btsxstories - one shot | 3.7k | virgin!jungkook x virgin!reader, Friends to Enemies to Lovers | A, F, S
Love to Hate You @latetaektalk - series [5/?] | 55k+ | fake dating au, college au,  fratboy au, rich kid au, based on a bet (but JK contracted her to fake date to win the bet) | F, A
Hate Me @themfchase - one shot | 7k | college au, fuckboy!jungkook, pwp | S 
Ego Killer @zibermuda - series [3/3] | 32k  | Fuckboy AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU, College AU | S, A, F
Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - series [5/?] + drabbles [14/?] | 74.6k+., 20-30k+ for the drabbles | Enemies with Benefits, Tutor AU, College AU, Bad Boy AU | S, A, F
Microwave Misadventures @bymoonchild - one shot | 20k | E2L, Roommate AU, College AU | S, F, slight A
Bitchin @kinktae - series [10/10] + 10 Years After | 49.5k | College AU, Fake Dating AU, E2L, 80s, Fratboy AU, Smart!Reader | S, A, F
Vaunt + Part 2 @yminie - two shot | 18.5k | College AU, Fratboy!jungkook, Frat Party, eventual Established Relationship, Jungkook has a big D | S, F
The Art of The Rom-Com @gukyi - one shot | 33k | film major!jungkook (and reader), college au, film project | F, A
Fall For You @kimvtae - series [3/3] + drabbles | 34.5k | Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers AU | S, A, F  
Band Slam @ironicarmy - series [3/3] + Bonus | 68.6k | College AU, Rock Band, Music AU, Drummer!Jungkook, Guitarist!Reader, E2L, band contest | A, S, F
Sweet Milk Tea @a-detraque-barista - drabble | 1.8k | College AU, Enemies to Lovers, spilled milk tea on OC that turned smutty 🔥 | S, slight F
Two Rotten Apples @chickenkooks - series [4/?] + drabbles | 89.4k |  Neighbor AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits AU, FWB AU, College AU, Fratboy AU | S, A, F (I don’t think this will be updated anymore, but this a classic, something I’d see in fic recs through the years and I re-read this and still love it. the preview can be conclusive of what’s supposed to happen, I think)
01 02 03 04 + drabble 1 drabble 2
05 [preview]
Color Me Red @vantaenims - drabble | 1.2k | College AU, E2L, OC hates Jungkook 👀, use of colors in the dialogue (cute) | F
Hate at First Weeb @jooneos - series [11/?] | 49k+ | College AU, Neighbor AU, Enemies to Lovers, Artist!Jungkook, Weeb!Jungkook | F (they are reposting some chapters)
Serendipity @goldenscript - one shot | 27k | enemies to lovers, college au, drama, JK is the Coffee Shop Jerk, slow burn, journalism major!oc to interview hot-headed film major!jk  | F
Waste It On Me @sunshinejunghoseokie - series [5/?] | wc: around 2-3k per chapter? | Punk!Jungkook, Enemies to Lovers, Rock Band AU, Music AU | Fluff, Crack, Angst
**Pen Pals with Benefits @bangtanhome - series [3/?] + drabbles | 31k+ | College AU, Psych project partners, fwb au, enemies to lovers | s, f, slight a
Fuckboy Jungkook Who Quotes Gatsby Part 5  Part 6   @btsinspirationtakesme - drabble series [6/6] | Fuckboy AU, Nerd!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, using literary quotes to win OC (Shakespeare, FS Fitzgerald, Neruda, etc) | F, S, A
The Likelihood Of Being On Your Mind by @jjiimin - one shot | 18.2k | Childhood Friends AU, Neighbors AU, slight Enemies to Lovers, College AU | F, A
You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A
It’s a Heartbeat @inkofyoongi - series [3/3] [ 45kk+ | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, their parents are dating, Jungkook is the South Korean Patrick Swayze and this will turn into a Dirty Dancing!AU nobody asked for 🤭 | A, F, S
The Perfect Match @meiadore - SMAU with written chapters | modern dating app, college au, neighbors au, crack | F, implied S
💜  Pen Pals (with benefits) @bangtanhome - series [2//?] | 18k+ | College AU, FWB AU, E2L, never got along ever since The Incident™, paired up for a project  | S, F [discontinued but you can read til the latest chapter]
Stranded @gguksgalaxy - one shot | 13k | bad boy, fuckboy, e2l, help with studying, stranded due to 🌧 (smut ensues 😉) | S, F, A
💜  Not His Type @writerforkpop - SMAU | College AU, enemies to lovers, kind of bet au (jungkook is a player and OC/friends made a bet they can make him notice her) | a, eventual f
💜  One Beep @peachiekoo - series [1/?] | 2k+ | enemies to lovers, love alarm au, their parents’ divorce is related (so JK hates her/her family) | a, eventual f
💜  Irrevocably Yours, Part 2 @eureka-its-zico - series [2/3] | 29.2k+ | Enemies to Lovers, slow burn, Rich!Jungkook but now adjusting to his situation, disability themes (jk had an accident which now affected his leg), hurt/comfort,, First Love type of fic, really cute | f, a 🌷
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Post-College (Professionals | Office | CEO | etc)
The Proposal @hansolmates - one shot | 20k | editor!jungkook x assistant!reader, inspired by the film The Proposal, fake dating/marriage au, friends to lovers | f, s
The Dating Plan @/jjkthclub - one shot | 15.8k | fake dating/trial dating | a, s, f
Owned @7deadlysinsfics - drabble | 2.2k | idol au, enemies to lovers, secret relationship | S, A
Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - one shot | 11k | Wedding AU, Singles table | S, F, A
River Over Stones @masterninjacow - one shot | 37.6k | godparents au, parenting au | A, F
Sorry + I’m Not Sorry @bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A
Frost Impressions @fortunexkookie - one shot | 41.3k | Teachers AU,  Enemies to Lovers, Pining, Bestfriend AU, Gamer AU, Idiots to Lovers | F, S, slight A
Christmas is Waiting For You @lamourche - one shot | 10k | Christmas AU, Childhood Acquaintance, Phone Sex Worker, Secret Identity (or they don’t know they’re engaged in phone sex) | S, F
Midas @gukyi - one shot | 32k | Magical Realism (invisibility and healing for OC, JK can turn things to gold), a short Fake Dating stint, CEO AU | F, A
We Are All Dreamers + A Touch of Fate @yoonia - two shot | 24.5k | Soulmate AU, Lucid Dreams (they dream of their soulmates), E2L, kind of Neighbor AU | A, S, F
Tinder @tayegi - one shot | 10k | Co-worker AU, E2L-ish, Mobile App that matches you with potential “partners”, pining from Koo, Humor! | S, F
Cream & Sugar @gukslut - series [6/6] + drabble  | 36k | Coffee Shop AU, Barista AU, Escort AU, Enemies to Lovers, Jerk!Jungkook in the beginning | S, F, A
Falling For You (Falling From Grace) @sunshyngal - series [8/8] |15k | FWB AU, Enemies with Benefits, Coworker AU, Boxer AU | S, A, F
Aim for the Heart @writemywaytoyourheart - series [9/?] | 43.5k+ | Hitman AU, sort of E2L, Mystery | A, no F yet
Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - one shot | 12k | Bookstore AU, Childhood Acquaintance, Love Letters/Poetry | F, A
Baby I’m a Fool @suhdays - one shot | enemies to lovers, coworker, fake dating | F, A
Rousing Rendezvous @hueseok - drabble | 1.5k |  frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au | S
I’m Yours @hueseok - drabble | 1k | Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage | s
Not My Fault by @writerforkpop - SMAU | gamer au, youtuber au | F
Brat Taming @sugasbabiie - one shot | 8.2k | Fuckboy AU, Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers, Tattoo Artist!JK, Noona AU | S, A, F
Youngblood  @jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷
Normal Kind of Love @yoontaethings - series [1/?] | 2.5k+ | Actor AU, Exes AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)
💜 Nuisance @seokahwrites - series [00/?] |  1.3k+ | lawyer!jungkook x lawyer!reader, enemies to lovers, vacation au (stuck together thanks to the brilliant assistants *coughs* Seokjin), there’s only one bed trope? | f, slight a
Challenge Accepted @jjkthclub - drabble series [4/?]  | 5.4k+ | CEO AU, Office AU, FWB AU, E2L | S, A, eventual F
Ghosted @fortunexkookie - series [3/3] | 31k | Bartender!Jungkook, Patron!Reader, idiots to lovers, E2L, Arcade Bar AU, Humor | F, S, A
Falling Skies @fortunekookie - series [7/7] | 50k | Hurt/Comfort, Friend to Enemies, E2L, Pining | A, S, F
When the Sun Goes Down @baepsaesbae - one shot | 2.4k | Enemies to lovers, Gang Leaders (OC and JK), some badass fight scenes (then 😉🥵💦 | S, F   
💜 Live Through This @starshapedkookie - series [1/?] | 22.5k+ | Exes AU, Enemies to Lovers, Punk AU | A, S
💜  Bella Sposa @makeawish2020 - drabble series [6/?] | 6-8k? | secret agent au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, secret identity, mystery | a
💜  Love Ain’t a Business @bangtanhome - series [1/?] | 9.2k+ | best friend’s brother au, enemies to lovers, ex-fwb au, fake dating (with the best friend) | s, f, a
💜 Combative @smasmashin - one shot (with ongoing drabbles) | 6.2k | Fuck or Die AU, Assassin AU, kinda alien too? (feat Alien!Seokjin), Enemies to Lovers, Crack/Humor | S (pwp) 🌷
💜  Glitter and Disquiet @joheunsaram - two shot | 36k | heir au, ceo au, youtuber!oc, virgin!jungkook, gaming company, post grad au, enemies to lovers | a, f, s
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Slice of Life-ish
💜 Addicted to U @ughcore - one shot + ongoing series [5/?] | 27k+ | Enemies to Lovers, eventually Established Relationship (a bit of secret relationship at first) | s, f, a
Year 22 @guklvr  - one shot | 11.5k | friends to lovers, e2l-ish, slow burn, childhood friends, neighbor au | A, S, lil F
After I Left You @/latetaektalk - one shot | 38.9k | Exes AU, Unrequited-ish, E2L-ish | A, F
Paddle With Me @yoongsgguktae - two shot(?) [1/?] | 16.3k | Camp Counselor AU | A, S
Lost @armxytrash - one shot | 2.3k | Camping AU, E2L pair who got lost and had to camp overnight | S, F
Of Honey and Cinnamon @rubycoast  - one shot | 14k | Musician!Jungkook, Slice of Life, Strangers to Lovers, met on a train, it has Before Sunrise feels to it | A, F
Show Me Something @yoonia - one shot | a whopping 51.7k (but it’s worth reading!) | Road Trip AU, Ex-Friends AU, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, First Love AU, Slow Burn  | A, S
Bread Pudding @myfeelsinink - one shot | 12.3k | neighbor, one-sided enemies to lovers (OC is mad Jungkook ate her bread pudding), | F
Busted in Busan @hansolmates - 10k | fluff, angst | slice of life, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, christmas detour!au
Strangers Again @minniefilms  - series [4/4] | 11.4k | frenemies, best friend’s boyfriend | A, F
Safety Net @pradaksj - two shot | 40k | Boxer AU, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Roommates AU | A, F, S
Rattled @gukslut - series [9/9] | 69k | Single Dad AU, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Neighbors AU | A, S, F  
If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers, Underground Fighter!Jungkook,  Hybrid AU  | A (so far)
💜 Sway Me More @hoseokmylovesworld - series [2/3] | 22k+ | enemies to lovers, mafia au, continuation of their story | s, f
💜  Knight in Distress @jimilter (blog got term, back up at @bangtae-sohotddaeng) - drabble | 2.5k | chaebol!jungkook, heir au, enemies to lovers, co-workers, CEO!Jungkook, OC high position too, shirtless jungkook in water | f, a
💜 Jeon Husband @breakiebunny - one shot | 8.7k | Arranged Marriage or Contract Marriage, CEO AU, OC wants out and Jungkook is suddenly threatened, jealous!jungkook, feat Yoongi | s, f 
💜  Not Like You @oureuphoria - one shot | 28k | single dad au, boxer!jungkook, enemies to lovers, childhood acquaintance, childhood enemy, slow burn | f, a
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⚡ Hogwarts
New Romantics @cupofteaguk -  one shot | 24k | hogwarts au, quidditch player!jungkook, enemies to lovers au | f, a
Amortentia @jungkxook - one shot | 5.4k | Hogwarts AU, Enemies to Lovers | F
🦹‍♂️ Superhero/Villains
Banter & Bicker @littlemisskookie - two shot | 21k | Superhero AU, Roommate AU, Friends to Lovers, kind of Enemies to Lovers (Villain!Reader so there’s rivalry, Crack 😂, Established Relationship in sequel | F, A, S
✨ Other Supernatural/Fantasy Fics
Blight @kpopisthereasonihavenolife - series [12/12] | 87k |  Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers, Fantasy, Witch!Reader | F
The Alchemy of Amor @army-author - one shot | 15.5k | Fantasy AU, Royalty AU, Alchemist!Reader, potions | F
Fire and Ice @army-author - one shot | 6.6k | opposing talents (he creates fire 🔥 x OC’s ice ❄)  and opposing personalities, enemies stuck in a room (stuck AU? lol)  | F (aww blast from the past, one of first fics I’ve read 🥺. so fluffy 🥰)
Scattered Stars + Collision @taegularities - one shot + drabble | 22.9k | Fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, Rival families, Enemies (Fire & Ice) | A, F, S
Among the Evergreen @rosaetae - one shot | 12.6k | modern fantasy au, enemies to lovers , Christmas AU | F
Ember Burning @kpopfanfictrash - one shot | 36k | fantasy AU, dragon AU, dragon riders, enemies to lovers, royalty | A, F, S
Frozen Hearts Flame @yoongi-sugaglider - one shot | 10k | fantasy au, soulmate au, slight enemies, fairy au | F
New Beginnings @gukeobi - one shot + follow up drabble | 18.8k | Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Enemies to Lovers, A/B/O dynamics | A, F, S 🌷
Moonstruck @jeonsweetpea - series [9/?] | 96.3k+ | supernatural au, werewolf hybrid!jungkook, vampire/werewolf hybrid!reader, slow burn, feat werewolf!taehyung, other members in supernatural form (witches, vampires, werewolf) | A, S, F
Thirst @avveh - series [1/?] | 10.9k | Vampire Hunter AU, Supernatural, Coworker AU, rivals at work, enemies to lovers, thriller | S (so far) - newly added because I just read it and I drooled over the concept and their dynamics!)
💜  Yo-ho-hoe And A Bottle Of Rum @yoonjinkooked - series [1/?] | 2.8k+ | enemies to lovers, pirate au, fantasy, crack/humor | a, f, s
💜  Somewhere Only We Know (Final) @qersona - series [4/4] | 21k | Hybrid AU, FWB AU, childhood friends au, enemies to lovers, college AU, unrequited (for OC), sports (JK) | s, a, f (this was part of my Aug 2020 reading list so we’ve come a full circle here 🥰) 🌷
💜  The Big Cats @breakiebunny - one shot | 10.5k | Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, Amur Leopard!Jungkook,  enemies to lovers, last amur leopard hybrids alive (they need to mate) | a, s
💜  The Lines Between Us @chateautae - one shot | 10k | detective!jungkook, enemies to lovers, slight fantasy, FWB AU, coworker au,  | s, a 🌷
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📌  BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition 
from my main: (Ongoing Jungkook Fics I Love)
Chain Reaction - e2l, lab partners, college au | f,a | ch.2
Night Changes - fuckboy!jungkook, matchmaking au, e2l, college au | f, a, s
Lost Stars - bassist!jungkook, roommate au, e2l, college au | a, f
To Find Us Again - ex-friends, single dad!jk, frenemies, e2l | a
Falcon - free runner!jungkook x detective!reader, e2l, rebels, dystopia | a, f, s
This Cruel and Beautiful World - werewolf!jungkook, dystopian, post-apocalyptic, e2l, assassin au, soulmate au, forbidden love | a, s, f
Ghost in My Bed - exes, e2l, rockstar au | a, f
Foolish Love, Fake Love - e2l, bodyguard!reader, idol au | a, f
Yours, Truly - arranged marriage, e2l, scorned lovers, ceo!jungkook x music producer!reader
Subliminal in Scrubs - s2l, e2l, drabble series, medical au | f, eventual s?
Demolition Lovers - neighbor au, fake dating(?), e2l | a, f
Swipe Right - personal trainer!jungkook, fuckboy!jk, nerd/IT!reader, e2l | a, s, f
Asterismos - e2l, soul-binding, fantasy | ch.2
Concentric - e2l, fantasy, warriors | a, f, s
Cursed - e2l, medieval, prince, mage!reader | a, f | ch.5
Eclipsed - inuyasha au, f2l, e2l | a, f, s? | ch.2
The Garden Thief - e2l, drama, comedy, shifter AU
Red Dawn - werewolf au, medieval, ancient e2l | a, f, eventual s | ch.4
Riddikulus - hogwarts au, e2l | a, f | ch.15
The Ebb and the Flow - percy jackson au, mythology, demigod, e2l | f, a | ch.8
Just Facts - rich idol!jk x dancer!reader, e2l, SMAU
Tell Me How - arranged marriage, e2l, modern royalty, SMAU with written
The Bully’s Tutor - modern hogwarts au, e2l, SMAU
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I am encouraging you to explore and maximize the lists in the NAVI. You can explore each list and I usually put the detail “enemies to lovers” per fic
The list above are what I have reblogged so far at ggukkiereads (or my main), but if you look at the individual lists there are so much more:
Under Jock/Sports AU - Jungkook (9 fics not included in this list)
BTS Racer AUs   (2 JK Fics not listed)
Mafia AUs - Jungkook (10 Fics not listed here)
The Professor Jungkook list has one fic or two (please check the navi)
The monthly reading lists (might have fics I haven’t rb yet; it’s all in the navi too!)
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🌷 posted: 2021 June 10 | updated: 2021 Sep 04 (marked with 💜)
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🌷 other Enemies to Lovers List: Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook
🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)
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soft4gguk · 3 months ago
to build a home | chapter one
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pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc
genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. eventual smut
word count: 6.8k (y’all need context okay)
warnings: oof. oof. buckle up. angst, loads of angst! (im sorry), touches on subjects such as: depression (hints), postpartum depression, abandonment, mild prescription medication talk, loads of jk crying :(, loads of crying baby :(, swearing
author’s note: hi! this is a very self-indulgent storyline that sort of came to me and I just had to put thought into paper. well, I ended up really liking the plot and my mind started going places and now it’s all I can think about. i do have to say it’s going to be a bit of a slow burn but! not like this chapter though – this chapter had to be informative to set the context. my mans jk did not suffer for nothing! i hope cute baby / loving dad jk made up for all the angst in this! also! It’s gonna get sexy, ~sexy so just u wait! also! I don’t have a set schedule but this story is coming to me in heavy bursts of inspiration so I might be whipping chapters left and right (cross ur fingers). also! (the last one, promise) I hate Ira too :)
This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x
Chapter One
The digital clock on the console of his car marks six thirty pm on the dot. It makes Jungkook’s gaze shift to the sky – a synchronicity so perfect the sun begins to set right upon his eyes. Spring is easing into Summer and he can’t wait for the longer days and shorter nights the hot season bestows.
“We need one last look-over the contracts to finalize. I think the visit this weekend will finally see us wrapping this up. And then inauguration one month from now.” Seokjin’s voice fills the enclosed space of Jungkook’s car, a slight echo to his voice coming from the speakers.
“Sounds good, hyung. Good work.” He tells his cousin, right hand and the COO of his company.
“Hey, is Ira coming this weekend?” He asks. His question leaves Jungkook wondering. He assumes she will.
“Haven’t discussed it yet, could be good for her though. We can make a getaway of it.” He replies, head already swimming with ideas of how refreshing a family trip could be for the three of them.
“Alright, kid. Send my love.” Seokjin says, making him let out a light chuckle, before the line goes silent.
In the road ahead, the sun resumes its steady descend. His home comes to view at the very end of the street, the colours of the sky dancing against the sleek white walls. It’s been a long day and he’s tired. Now more than ever, with the inauguration of the new addition to his chain of hotels nearing, he craves the grounding feeling of being home – two familiar faces awaiting. One full of unconditional love.
He parks his cls next to hers, the sleek white shade contrasting against his black one. Grabbing his phone and keys from the cup holder, he exits the car, climbing the steps to his front door and inserting the code that unlocks it.
Home. He takes pride in the need he holds for it, how much he craves it, how much he wants to be the backbone of the one he built. The idea of family gets morphed when you’re brought into an immeasurable amount of wealth. His parents, although good intentioned, lacked the warmth he so badly wants to install in his own roots.
He wants his daughter to grow up in a house that doesn’t look like a showroom, a distinctive smell swarming its spaces, one she’ll hold in the back of her memory until she has kids of her own. Home, never lacking the coziness a touch of love can bring a space, no matter how vast. He wants her mother to be half of that love, more than anything. Because he wants that love for her, more than anything.
He heads upstairs, the house eerily quiet. It’s two hours to bed time and he assumes Ira is winding Soori down for the night.
He reaches the top of the stairs and begins walking down the long corridor, passing a room, then two, until he finally reaches Soori’s nursery. The door is wide open and as he steps in, he sees Ira standing in front of her crib, back to him, almost hovering. He sees Soori fast asleep, blanket covering her tiny body, pacifier moving gently to the in and out of her suckling, a tight grip on her favorite giraffe plushie on her chubby baby fist.
“Hey, beautiful.” He says to Ira, though she doesn’t move from the place he found her in. “Why is she asleep so early? Fun day?” He asks, voice filled with hope. He pictures the two of them by the warm sun, basking in the easiness of the season. They’ve been introducing Soori to the water – the idea of the two of them splashing in the big pool pulling his lips upwards in a soft smile.
It doesn’t linger, the smile. Ira turns around, a sombre look to her face, unable to hold his gaze for more than a second as she redirects her eyes to the floor.
“Jungkook…,” She begins, voice barely a whisper, but ever so stern.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, approaching her, instinctively resting his hands on her arms before they come up as she holds herself, bracing her front.
“I booked a job. In New York.” She says, eyes finally meeting his.
“Ahh! That’s great! That’s amazing, Ira.” Jungkook says, pulling her into a hug she doesn’t return. He knows how badly she’s been craving this. A breakthrough, a taste of independence – the power of knowing she could hold all titles whilst still being mom. “We can make a trip of it! We could all go.” He muses, excitement lacing his voice as he pulls away, eyes scanning for hers.
“It’s this weekend-” She begins, but his words bring hers to a halt.
“Ah, I have that business trip but hey, you take the plane, alright?” Jungkook knows how much Ira hates flying. Long haul flights doing a thing to her nerves that require a dose or two of her therapist’s strongest prescription drug. This all comes ironically, considering her title – It girl, world-renowned model, Ira Sommersmith.
“No, Jungkook. No.” She says, arms coming to rest at her sides, pushing his hold on them away as she takes one step back, creating distance between them. The action is loud to Jungkook, the emotional space between them being too much to bear for his heart and her actions breaking it all over again.
“Bab-” He stops himself, the pet name fresh on his tongue, remembering how she’s come to despise it as Jungkook began adapting it to Soori, too. “Ira.” He says, his voice a plead, a prayer. He doesn’t know what the prayer entails but he’ll start mentally chanting it, bracing himself for impact.
“I’m leaving, Jungkook. I need to- I need to go. For good.” Her voice lacks hesitation, no pause. He simply stares at her, dumbfounded, numb to the effect his body is taking, cold sweats breaking through him. “I’m sorry. This is- you play this role too well, Jungkook. I just can’t seem to follow the script.”
“It’s not a role.” Jungkook says, voice a whisper that makes his words hard to grasp to Ira, but she knows what he said. She knows he would say that. She takes him in, takes one last long look at his face before it breaks her. She’s not scared of backing down from her plan, she’s scared of seeing his eyes full of heart look into hers, a lack thereof.
And she can accept it. She can wholeheartedly confess she doesn’t have the heart it takes to become selfless, to give into the three that makes the whole – Jungkook’s line that he’s adapted to bring hope into the immense cloud of blue that fell upon her when it all became too real. When the idea of three became a reality one morning after he’d gone to work and she stared at the mirror, a bump bulging at the center of her otherwise lean physique. Her first thought wasn’t that of excitement but of confusion. It felt foreign and it took her aback so frantically she found herself calling her OB/GYN, voice shaky as she repeated, “it came out of nowhere, I just- I wasn’t showing yesterday…” Her panic was received by a faint laugh on the other line, reassuring her pregnancy had no fixed agenda and that her “little one” had decided to make him or herself known. She waited for the doctor’s words to hit, for the excitement to follow, but it didn’t. What truly broke her came next as the doctor took her silence for something else and ended her discourse with a, “surprise, mama!”
Ira brought her phone down, staring at the screen before abruptly hanging up. She’d hope the doctor would blame it on poor connection.
She went about her day in autopilot, waiting. Waiting for the new curvature her body was taking on to simply be an add on in the sea of hopes that her pregnancy had brought until that very morning. But it never came. It never came, and the tears that would stream down her face late at night when the world slept and the darkness accepted her thoughts as they came, weren’t due to the impatience of her heart longing to love the life she was forming inside of her. They came out of fear it would.
Ira’s heart wasn’t fragile. Quite the opposite – it lacked the fragility it requires to love unconditionally.
When Soori came into the world, she made her entrance kicking and screaming. Ira understood; the overwhelm of the space was getting to her, too. At least on that they could agree. Her wails filled the room and muffled her hearing, everything in slow motion as shock set upon her. The pain between her legs from delivering her minutes prior subsided as numbness took over. She could hear her cries nearing and she finally came out of her trance the moment the nurse placed Soori on top of her chest. She looked down at her, arms coming up to hold her tiny frame in place. And when she did, dense silence filled the room as she found comfort in her mother’s arms and her cries came to a rest, opening her eyes for the first time. Ira looked down once again and understood the meaning of unconditional love. Soori was warm against her and that’s when she knew she’d never be able to reciprocate said love. Cold shivers ran down every corner of her body, settling into her heart. She understood it, but she couldn’t feel it.
“I’m sorry,” she says again, “I tried.” The last words fade away as she turns around, taking one last look at her daughter, a part of her tries again, focusing on the heartstrings of her soul, waiting for the pull. Nothing comes and she closes her eyes, breathing in, knowing that'd be the last time she'd take in her daughter. She turns around, looking at Jungkook for a split second. He’s frozen in place, gaze lost, fixated on the pastel pink wall in front of him, unable to look at her. “Goodbye, Jungkook. You-,” she can’t tell if he’s listening but she finishes anyway, “you were good to me. Okay? You-,” she needs to get out of there, now. “Goodbye.” And with that, she leaves. Past the door of the nursery, not a beat behind, without second guessing. She leaves and doesn’t turn back to witness Jungkook’s world coming to a slow, quiet shatter. The sort of silence that settles into your bones uncomfortably.
His world stops and, in the numbness, he becomes hyperaware of his senses. He doesn’t miss her steps down the corridor and back, the sound of wheels against the floor distinct this time, down the stairs and finally, he hears the front door close.
Soori stirs behind him, a faint whine leaving her mouth as she begins to wake up.
Jungkook’s legs feel heavy, glued to the floor, and his eyes haven’t left that spot on the wall they fixated in when he realized that watching Ira leave would make it all that more painful. And so, he stands there, mind empty yet hazy with incoherent thoughts he can’t puzzle together. An ominous cloud fills the space as the sun finally sets and the room goes dark around him. For a minute, Jungkook basks in a thought surprisingly comforting: the worst thing has already happened. It takes him in and cradles him as he goes with that narrative.
It doesn’t last long. Soori’s cries from behind him sound distant, faint, for the briefest of seconds before they fully snap Jungkook out of his trance. His baby. He turns around and sees her little figure propped up against the bars of her crib, looking up at him, pacifier hanging from the string that attaches it to her sleeping gown. Her eyes are red and glassy with tears and he wonders for how long she’s been crying.
“Hey, hey…,” his voice is gentle, a soft coo as he reaches for Soori, flushing his chest to hers once he has her in his arms. His free hand coming up to cradle her head as he softly sways back and forth, “it’s okay, baby. I’m here… I’m here.”
Her crying comes to a halt but she fusses in his arms, little whines escaping her mouth as Jungkook settles into the rhythm he knows she finds soothing. It’s then that it dawns upon him – his brief encounter with comfort was a lie his brain told his heart. Delusion a form of survival. His hold on Soori’s head tightens a bit, almost as if to ease the impact his thoughts might have on her. The worst is yet to come. His tears fall freely now, fear and uncertainty tugging at his chest in a way that takes him aback with how physically painful it is. His hands shake and his legs feel weak, like they won’t be able to hold him, or the burden that settles through him for much longer.
He gives in before they give out, slowly lowering his legs as they cross until he can finally feel the soft fabric of the carpet underneath him. Soori’s tears release yet again the moment the swaying stops, the new position on the floor in her father’s arms making her even more restless. He holds her, whispering a string of sorry, sorry, sorry against her ear as he brings her soft cheek flush to his until their tears form an even stream of droplets falling down their faces, settling uncomfortably on their necks.
He loses track of time and he can feel, ever so distinctively, as his spirit weakens by the minute. Mind still in that haze that makes it hard to distinguish between an empty mind and a racing one. He can’t find the words and as soon as his worries fixate on one thing in particular, he swerves around it. Not really letting his brain linger on just one to nit-pick, instead preferring the overwhelm of them all combined, thrown at him together. He rather not know what exactly scares him the most about this situation.
Usually enticed by challenge, this one finds him unwilling. He wants nothing more than to lower his whole body to the floor, hold his baby and close his heavy lids until he falls into a deep slumber. But he knows he can’t. Soori can’t stay still. Soori crawls. Soori is small but mighty and it would take her a matter of minutes to find her way to the stairs. Soori’s cries bounce on the walls, getting louder and louder. He wonders if she had her night bottle. Soori nibbles on her hand the way she’s come to do as she teethes, face scrunched up in discomfort. Soori needs him.
Soori came into the world kicking and screaming and with a healthy shade of pink adorning her tiny body that finally made Jungkook release the breath he’d been holding from the moment he could see her head from his position next to Ira as he held her hand. His first thought was how small she was, he couldn’t shake the fear of having her in his arms, wondering if she’d fit just right. Her cries restored something inside of him he’d long lost when he was very young and the harshness of the world tumbled down upon him, stripping him of an innocence he knew he’d want his daughter to carry for as long as she could. The overwhelm in his heart when he cut her umbilical chord was the sweetest he’d experience; and when she was finally placed in her mother’s chest and he could allow the world to slow down around him to take in his daughter for the first time, he made an unspoken vow. Love would always be stronger. Hope would always prevail. As long as she needed him, those two would be the root of his every action. Strength found its way to a corner of his heart that was growing by the second the more he stared at Soori. He’d take on the bravery of the world so as to make hers softer. And he’d love her in all of his lives.
He gets up, body feeling lethargic but adjusting his grip on his daughter’s body, putting his whole consciousness there. He doesn’t trust his limbs.
“Are you hungry, baby?” He asks her. It’s rhetoric, for various reasons. “Yeah, you are.” He says, even though he’s not sure. He begins the trip towards the kitchen, forcing a mental strain to go about his every step. To wrap around his every thought. To figure out where to go from here.
He reaches the bottom of the stairs, stopping by the living room first to lay her gently on the couch before removing her sleeping gown, setting her free from the restraints and letting her legs kick at him. Her demeanour changed and when he stares into her eyes, slightly envious of how her tears have seemed to dry, she smiles at him. It’s a wide grin that flashes him her two little bottom teeth that are beginning to come through and his heart melts at the sight. His heart hurts but she nurses the wound slowly and he can’t help but smile back at her. It takes him aback at times – how in nine short months he’s come to grow so enamoured with this fun-sized version of a human that demands so much time, attention and energy from him. But it’s moments like these, when she shines light into his dark corners with just a smile, that he understands. She holds more power in her two peeking bottom teeth than half of the things Jungkook thought gave him purpose nine months ago when she made her entrance into the world. Kicking and screaming and pink.
He cradles her in his arms once again as he stands up and positions her to rest at his waist. She instinctively grabs his ear – another one of the habits she’d picked up recently. Jungkook likes knowing he’s able to soothe her, almost mindlessly. Something catches his eye and he recognizes it immediately. Ira’s phone, resting on top of the coffee table. He leans, tapping the screen until it flashes back at him. Her wallpaper is a picture of her and Jungkook, taken three years prior, at the beginning of their relationship. Their happy faces stare back at him – mocking him. He scoffs. Nothing’s funny but he’s laughing because he can’t allow himself a fit of anger right now. And crying sounds too exhausting, his eyes too tired.
It hits him again, not that he needed much confirmation. It hits him that she’s not looking back. It hits him that she left with every intention to not spare them a second glance. It hit him that wherever she is, their realities are so different now. The moment she walked out that door she left nothing and everything that mattered behind. She freed herself from her role and walked steadily into the direction of whatever she deems as freedom. Ira was never one to ease into things. It used to be something that excited him. He looked at her and at times his brain painted flames of fiery orange seeping through her. Bold, confident – fearless.
He stands in front of the kitchen counter, one handing the process of making Soori’s bottle. Eyes lost, not really following the formula as it goes inside the bottle, the water – its temperature. Too hot? No, too cold. He puts it inside the bottle warmer, pushes the button and waits. He asks himself if he’s surprised or just heart broken. Mentally, he shakes the Jungkook from two hours ago and asks him, “did you not see it coming? Were you trying or were you lying to yourself?” The conclusion he draws feels like not enough. He saw it coming, yes. For over a year now he’s felt like the path he’s been walking went from eggshells to shattered glass – unavoidable, painful, way too fucking loud. So, he knew. He knew his feet would give out. He knew she was going to cut through all of him one day. Yet as much knowledge as he held when it came to his situation, he could’ve never seen this coming. He’d imagine their impending doom hitting him in the face eventually. They weren’t married, she could just leave at any moment. She could leave him at any moment. He’d set her free and he’d still give Soori a home, doubled in love to make up for her parent’s distance and the back and forth she’d have to endure. He would’ve tried. More couple’s therapy, individual counselling, all the help he could muster to get from friends and family. Trips to bond, trips to escape. He did all that and he would’ve done more. Because he loved her. He loves her.
He’s not sure when their love became mechanical, a form of habit. Disappointment tends to do that to people, he reckons. But he still did love her and he tried. Not just because of Soori but because of Ira, too. And because of them. Not the three, but the two they used to be. The same two that rest on top of his coffee table, trapped inside a memory forever, unaware of the future ahead but so hopeful. He loved the love they had and so for that reason, he loved her.
The bottle warmer beeps and he takes it out of the sleek looking machine. Soori bounces in his hold, excited. “Come on, missy. Let’s have dinner.” He tells her and she throws some unintelligible baby noises at him.
He heads back to the living room and sits them down on the couch. He props Soori against a pillow and feeds her the bottle. What are we going to do, he thinks, but brushes the thought away. This weight falls on his shoulders and he makes yet another unspoken vow as he stares down at her. He promises her a soft impact, painless whenever it can. He promises to hold her and coax her through it, to ease the burden and to explain with lullabies when the time is right. He stares at her until her eyes flutter, beginning a sleepy dance as she fights to stay awake, holding her feet in her small hands. A silent tear falls down his eyes and that’s the last sight, slightly blurry because of her long eyelashes, between her heavy lids before she falls into a peaceful slumber.
He paces around the living room. He paces the way he does when ideas are brewing inside his head at work – new locations, new investors, new partnerships. Ideas, ideas, ideas. He’s good at coming up with them. He’s good at quick solutions to whatever problem might arise – it’s what made his father ease so effortlessly into an early retirement after teaching Jungkook the ins and outs of the so-called empire he now calls his.
Soori sleeps on the couch. The pillow she’d been propped up in now besides her, building a barrier between her body and the soft cushions. He knows she’d be off better in her crib but the idea terrified him, made him feel alone.
Ideas, ideas, ideas yet he can’t come up with a single one. A part of him tells him there’s not much left to do. It tells him that it’s been done. That it’s time to move on with his life, with their lives. But the mere idea of taking the leap – of moving on, finds him scared, confused and shatters him more and more. It also reminds him of the way she so casually walked out, like it didn’t matter. She set flame to the fire and didn’t even linger around long enough to watch it burn. It angers him, her carelessness. He’s not like that, never has been, and he’s not going to start now. He knows forcing himself to move on will only repercuss in him breaking even further in the long run. So, his first idea is to face the reality. But he can’t right now, he feels too alone, too small. He has to push his heroic persona aside and admit defeat. And so he does.
His second idea finds him seeking comfort. He can’t be comfort to Soori if he’s just breaking. He knows he’s going to break; he knows this is just the beginning, but he needs there to be more to it. He retrieves his phone from his back pocket, inhaling loudly as he unlocks it. He needs a friend. He has a couple, another thing he takes pride in, but he knows this situation is way too sensitive. He thinks of Seokjin, his contact the most recent call on his phone, but he quickly diverts. Suelgi, his wife, had grown rather fond of Ira and in a way, she’d become her confidant amidst the whirlwind that was motherhood. He doesn’t feel like delivering news that will require him comforting someone else to that extent – he can barely comfort himself, let alone his friend.
His eyes find Taehyung’s name on the screen, also a recent contact on his call history. Yes, good – this is good. Taehyung is good. Him and Mai have been a constant in Jungkook’s life for as long as he can remember. He’s seen them go from high school sweethearts to a painful college breakup that luckily ended up in them finding their way back to each other. It took Taehyung approximately 37 days to ask her to marry him. He’d never seen two people sport a last name with more pride – The Kims. Nowadays they also go by mom and dad. They’re Soori’s godparents and Jungkook’s best friends. He taps on his contact and the first ring against his ear sounds obnoxiously loud. His head pounds against his skull.
“Yo, you’re on speaker phone!” Taehyung’s voice, enthusiastic as always, fills the speakers. Jungkook stays quiet.
“Ggukie, we were just about to call you!” It’s Mai’s voice on the phone now. “Dae is down for the night and we just popped open that bottle of Don Julio 1942 Tae got after the inauguration of the gallery. He had an early mid-life crisis after Monsters Inc had him shedding tears before bedtime.” Jungkook can hear Taehyung’s gasp of offense at his wife’s confession somewhere in the background. He’s unable to make a sound as Mai continues. “He’s insisting we do something crazy to ‘feel young again’ so shots on a Wednesday it is!” she mocks.
“I…,” Jungkook begins – but where does he even start?
Taehyung grabs the phone from Mai, “come on, tell Irie. Soo can sleep in Dae’s old bassinet.”
“Ira’s gone.” He blurts out. It’s abrupt and probably not the best way to break the news but the pet name breaks him and he doesn’t think he can stay in their bliss for a second longer.
“Gone where?” Taehyung asks innocently and even though his question makes Jungkook’s temple throb in pain he doesn’t pin it against him.
But silence is all he can offer.
“Oh…,” Mai starts – intuitive as ever. Her voice is soft, and already Jungkook releases a bit of tension in his shoulders, knowing she understood. “Oh, Gguk…”
“I just-”
“Come over, Gguk. Or we can go – as you wish. Just say the words.” Mai comforts.
“No, I’ll go. I need to get out of here.” And those are the surest words that leave his mouth that night.
He’s gentle with Soori as he straps her into her car seat. She’s a heavy sleeper, just like him, but he still holds his breath as he settles her down and gets her ready for the road. He double checks the diaper bag and when everything ticks off his mental list he heads for the driver’s seat.
Soori sleeps and he tries to focus on the road and just the road. No music on the stereo. Just full focus on what he can see from his windshield as he takes turns on the wide streets of his neighbourhood and mental turns in his head, swerving all the painful thoughts away.
The quiet lasts maybe a total of three minutes before Soori’s wide awake and back to inconsolable crying. She’s not a whiny baby – her demeanour often praised for being so peaceful, big eyes taking in the world around her as she graces it with her softness. But she’s been in and out of sleep, out of schedule, and Jungkook knows she misses Ira.
Because when Ira said she tried, she wasn’t lying. She tried, she did. She breastfed until it was physically painful. She did the exhausting night feeds right alongside Jungkook and then what felt like ten years with no rest as Soori was sleep training. She gave her baths, took her to Thursday brunch with her friends, read her books before bedtime. When they took weekend trips to get away from routine, Ira got this aura about her – something bordering on happiness that she carried so effortlessly. It would leave Jungkook hopeful – but his hopes would crash the moment they settled back home. Her therapists’ suggestions for bonding with Soori all made sense to Ira. In fact, they were so good she almost believed them. Sometimes they would have long days in the sun, fun family gatherings where the affection Jungkook’s parents would give Soori would fill her with something that almost felt like pride. They would sit in the grass of their big garden and watch her play with his family dog and a glimpse of hope would knock on the closed doors of her heart. Those days felt so good, but the sun eventually set and the air would feel sombre again as they drove back to their house. Totheir lives. Deep within, Ira wished she could enjoy the day without having to take it back home with her.
The love Ira gave Soori was also mechanical. But Soori didn’t know better – all she saw was love. And warmth. And the smell of her mom’s clothes as she rocked her to sleep. The sound of her voice as she begged her to, ‘please be good. Please don’t cry. I can’t take it anymore,’ when Jungkook would leave and she’d have a whole day ahead of a life that felt like a chore. All Soori heard was lullabies because she doesn’t know better.
“We’re almost there, baby. Shh, Soo. You’re alright, pretty girl.” He says, but he doesn’t think she can hear him with how loudly she’s crying.
Soori misses her mom.
Jungkook cries, too. And, taking advantage of her high-pitched mewls that fill the confined space, he sobs too.
Jungkook parks behind Taehyung’s car in their driveway. He grips the steering wheel, afraid the moment his friends take them in it will all become too real. He sits there – Soori’s cries less sporadic this time, almost like she gave up on getting her father’s attention. He opens his door, welcoming the soft breeze inside his car for a brief moment before he’s closing it and heading towards the backseat.
Mai had been standing next to her window for the past fifteen minutes. Heir brain had been running around in circles, wondering how exactly things escalated, how they got to this point. She fears for her friend’s sanity, knowing Jungkook had been walking a thin line for as long as her memory remembers her very own excitement over Soori’s prompt arrival.
She sees his car drive in front of her house, taking a swift turn until he’s finally parked in her driveway. She can’t see much but she can paint a mental picture of Jungkook just sitting there, lost – an expression she’s seen him adapt more and more lately. She perks up at the sight of him but her face falls into a frown the minute she sees him walk back to the backseat.
“What-?” she whispers to herself. “Tae, Gguk is here. With… Soori,” she says, watching her little head come out of the backseat of his car.
“Soori?” Taehyung asks, confusion lacing his voice, a frown adorning his face.
Mai walks quickly to the front door, opening it before Jungkook reaches it. His eyes meet hers and he sighs. He notices her eyes fixated on Soori, who’s own are red and swollen from crying, whimpers still leaving her lips. Her breath is erratic and Jungkook feels her little body jolt as she begins to let out another cry. Mai’s confused expression lets Jungkook know that of course, his friends were expecting Ira to leave him. They were expecting Soori to leave him, too, by pure default. That’s just how the narrative usually unfolds, doesn’t it?
But the narrative isn’t catering to Jungkook’s best interests. Their narrative is far from what you would consider normal.
“Come in, Gguk. What-,” she begins, but opts not to bombard him with the hard questions right away. “Come in.”
Taehyung immediately reaches for Soori who falls into his arms seamlessly. “Hey, princess. Hey, you’re alright Soori girl. Come here.” He coos and she begins to soften at his voice, “that’s a big girl. Stop growing up.” He tells her, his last request a whisper, as he brings her cheek to his, holding her in embrace – comforting her.
Jungkook steps inside their home, its warmth embracing him immediately and he’s glad he came here.
Taehyung and Mai got an unexpected influx of money before Dae was born. The gallery they’d been running attracting a different sort of crowd all of a sudden. The curiosity and modernity of the curation they’d put their hearts and souls (and savings) into attracting a crowd of curious yet wealthy collectors, investors and sole lovers of the craft. One turned into two galleries, then three and now recently, four. They amount their success to the faith of the people, the artists and the consumers and the ones that were simply driven by the passion for it. Mai was seven months pregnant when they upgraded from their small one-bedroom apartment to their four-bedroom, white picket fenced home. The very first materialization of that first taste of big-time money.
The first words she let out when she stepped inside were, “I can’t wait for toys to litter these shiny floors.” And litter them they did, giving it a feel of family Jungkook admired and promised himself his own wouldn’t lack. Ira hated clutter though.
“Let’s sit down, okay?” Mai says calmly, holding onto his arm. His steps are a bit hesitant and wobbly – if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was drunk.
“Okay.” He returns.
Taehyung follows behind him, a quiet Soori nuzzled against his shoulder, breath fanning the crook of his neck that grows steadier within the second. Now more than ever, Jungkook is grateful for the soothing effect he has on her.
He sits down, Mai occupying the spot besides him. Taehyung stays positioned on his feet before them, gently swaying Soori from side to side as her body grows limp, temping sleep.
His head comes forward, gaze fixated on his shoes. He breaks. “She left us. She just… left. Said she’d booked a job in New York. I thought she’d be gone for a week at most. But then she said she’d be gone for good. She,” his words get stuck in his throat, pain unleashing inside of him all over again at the fresh memories, “said she tried. Took one last look at Soori and then just… left.”
As soon as his recollection of the story comes to an end, he realizes just how short it was. His life came to an abrupt stop and then took a 180 degree turn in the span of what Jungkook deems to have been five minutes.
He never wants to utter the words she said again.
He’s crying and Taehyung wants nothing more than to hold him, let him know that it will all be okay. But he’s finding it hard to believe it himself, so he leaves the words of comfort to Mai. His arms instinctively wrap tighter around Soori – heart breaking at the realization she’d been abandoned, too.
“Come here,” Mai says, wrapping her arm around him and letting him cry, head against her shoulder, his own shaking as silent tears spill from his eyes.
“Do you think she’ll come back, Gguk?” Taehyung asks, even though he knows the answer. He’s always found it easier to console after knowing the facts, not believing in the whole ignorance is bliss bullshit.
He shakes his head. His voice is quiet when he says, “No. She left her phone behind, her half of the closet was empty. I’m not even sure it’s New York where she was headed.”
Mai shakes her head in disbelief. Her motherly instincts take on flight or fight mode as she tries to grasp just how someone could do something like that.
“Okay…,” Taehyung begins, sitting down next to him. “Listen to me,” but Jungkook’s gaze is still transfixed to the floor. “Jungkook-ah.”
“Huh?” He says, voice distant, eyes still lost.
“We’ll figure it out. Okay? You and Soori- you’re not alone. We’re here and we’ll figure it out. You’ve got us, the both of you.” Jungkook nods at his friends’ words. Taehyung rests his head on top of his shoulder. He’s grateful for his reassurance, even if he doesn’t fully believe it.
They don’t press on any further, well aware this is not the time to dissect the situation. He lets Mai pull him to his feet. She asks him a couple of questions that he can’t fully follow so he shakes his head at every single one of them. With Soori asleep in Taehyung’s arms, he lets himself disassociate.
He follows Mai up the stairs, Taehyung right behind them. He doesn’t complain when the darkness of their guest bedroom impairs his sight slightly, finding comfort in its density. The feel of the bed against his aching body lulls him into something that almost feels like peace – senses calming down slightly, as if telling him the day has finally come to an end.
Taehyung is detaching Soori from his body, lowering her down towards the bassinet besides the bed. Jungkook jumps from his resting position in the bed, startling Mai who tries holding him back instinctively.
“No. Put her here. She- she needs to sleep with me, she-” His voice is frantic.
“It’s okay, Gguk. Look, she’s here.” Taehyung places her in the bed next to her father who follows the baby’s movement as his own head hits the mattress.
Mai builds a makeshift fort of pillows that surround Soori’s tiny frame, stacking one on top of the other for good measure. She makes a mental note to check up on her throughout the night.
“Baby monitor. Just in case he doesn’t wake up.” Taehyung says, placing one of the devices in the bedside table.
“Tae,” Mai starts but she doesn’t really know where the sentence was going. Shock settles upon her.
“I know.” He says.
“Fuck, Tae. What is he-,” Mai makes sure to hear for Jungkook’s soft snores before she finishes, “Soori’s only nine months old. How could she just leave?”
Taehyung wraps his arm around Mai, bringing her close to his chest as the same fear she’s feeling begins taking over him, too. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, baby. I- we’ll figure something out. It’ll be alright.”
Soori twitches in place, letting out a loud sigh that has Mai sure will be followed by another restless string of sobs. But Jungkook places his hand on her tummy, eyes still closed, gently rocking her as he lets out a soft coo, something so faint they can’t quite make up his words. But his daughter relaxes against his touch, falling back into a peaceful sleep.
Fear plagues him but Taehyung is sure of the words that fall past his lips next.
“They’ll be alright.”
i hope you enjoyed! stream butter to mend those hearts if you’re hurting as much as me over this mess! if you liked this I would love to know and to chat all about it – or about whatever u want, i want army friends :) lots of kisses!!!! xxxxxx
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banqtanreads · 4 months ago
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june reads | navi
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SERIES | ongoing - ✐ complete - ✓
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➵ rough edges by @kjhmyg (fluff, smut) ✐
college!au, badboy!jk
↪︎ this is my favourite series! it’s still ongoing and i’ve already re-read it so many times because it’s just THAT GOOD!
➵ cherry pickers by @kimnjss (fluff, smut, angst) ✓
college!au, gamer!jk, fuckboy!jk, socialmedia!au
↪︎ this is so great, a whole mix of emotions, the entire package!
➵ incoming: elite chatboy by @kookingtae (smut) ✐sexworker!jk, text!au
↪︎ this is so steamyyyy! so glad i found this - love it!
➵ netflix and chill by @1kook (fluff, angst, smut) ✐
app developer!jk
↪︎ could go on forever about this - *chefs kiss*
➵ chess of ice by @jimlingss (fluff, angst) ✓
↪︎ this whole series is the epitome of perfection
➵ sleepyhead by @jkstompers (fluff!! smut) pt.2 pt.3 ✓
seatmate!jk, college!au, classmates to lovers :’))
↪︎ the pining! urgh this is all i want in life
➵ ego killer by @zibermuda (smut, fluff, angst) ✓
fuckboy!jk, nerdy!oc
↪︎ this is so cute, i loveee these two. the talent - it’s too mUCH
➵ bad influence by @noteguk (smut, fluff, angst) ✐
badboy!jk, goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
↪︎ cannot explain how amazing this is, it’s crazy
➵ zoom call by @1kook (fluff) ✐
slice of life, college!au, quarantine fic
↪︎ i’m a SIMP for these two, urgh i love it.
➵ cream & sugar by @gukslut (smut, fluff, humor) ✓
escort!au, barista!au, enemies to lovers, asshole!jk
↪︎ this was so endearing :((( rereading!!
➵ all over you by @zibermuda (smut, fluff, angst) ✓
nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader, enemies to lovers
↪︎ lost count of how many times i’ve read this, i love it more and more :’)
➵ blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash (smut, fluff, angst) ✓
↪︎ the first mafia au i ever read on here and i’ll never forget how amazing it is!! insane
➵ first love, last love by @floralseokjin (fluff, smut) ✐
established relationship!au, domestic
↪︎ i revisit this so often, it’s so endearing and refreshing to read - so sweetly written :’))
➵ breathe by @bloomsuga (fluff can smut, angst) ✓
fuckboy!jk, student!reader, social media!au
↪︎ this is a huge fave of mine!! i love this so so much! the way shae puts everything together is always so perfect! <33
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➵ smitten by @megahwn (fluff, smut)
arranged marriage!au, strangers to lovers
↪︎ so so lovely to read! seeing them fall in love and gROW urgh this is so beautifully written :’)
➵ can’t be without you by @ahundredtimesover (fluff, angst, smut)
underground fighter!jk, best friends to lovers au
↪︎ this is incredible!! packed full with so much emotion, it’s so well written! really love this.
➵ oops by @honeyj00ns (fluff, smut)
college!au, strangers to lovers au
↪︎ the instant attraction whew, sooo great!
➵ piece of you by @dntaewithluv (smut, fluff, crack)
pizza delivery boy!jk, strangers to lovers au
↪︎ amazing! love love love this :’))
➵ busted in busan by @hansolmates (fluff, angst)
christmas!au, romcom!au, slice of life, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers
↪︎ this is one of my favourites!
➵ most valuable by @jiminrings (fluff, angst)
coach!jk, player!yn
↪︎ read this multiple times, will never get old! and the drabbles?! loveeee
➵ synchronicity by @sehunpeachy (fluff, angst, smut)
twoshot, neighbour!jk, strangers to lovers
↪︎ my heart is fuLL. soo sweet and insanely well written!
➵ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride by @hansolmates ( fluff, crack)
fake dating!au
↪︎ no words to describe how incredible this is. forever a favourite of mine!
➵ when you’re project partners by @jungshookz (fluff!!)
university!au, shy!jk, classmate!jk, drabble
↪︎ this. is. love.
➵ the art of the rom-com by @gukyi (fluff, comedy, angst)
film major!jk, film major!reader, rom-com fic, college!au, enemies to lovers
↪︎ w o w
➵ concrete king by @bratkook (fluff, smut)
skaterboy!jk, summer romance, blonde!jk
↪︎ the best EVER.
➵ deep six by @bratkook (smut, fluff)
gang member!jk
↪︎ read this soo many times, i love it that much!!
➵ i don’t mind by @bratkook (smut, fluff, angst)
↪︎ this was the first fic i read by jlin and i’ve been obsessed with her writing ever since - insane!
➵ felicity by @mercurygguk (smut, fluff)
waiter!au, ceo!au, strangers to lovers
↪︎ in awe at how this amazing this is, wow!
➵ mind in the gutter by @kpopfanfictrash (smut, fluff)
bowling!au, workplace!au, rom-com, humor
↪︎ read this several times, the most wholesome!!
➵ the quest to bedding the lead singer of frontman by @kpopfanfictrash (smut)
punk!jk, slightly dom!jk
↪︎ this is so so great! the chemistry and attraction!
➵ safe and sound by @mercurygguk (fluff)
↪︎ the sweetest!!
➵ safety net by @pradaksj (fluff, angst, smut)
enemies to friends, friends to lovers, pining, boxer!jk
↪︎ so so in love with this :(
➵ see you around by @ddaengtae (fluff, smut)
college!au, strangers (idiots) to lovers, fitness instructor!jk
↪︎ literal butterflies :’)) the cutest
➵ fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy (fluff, smut)
slice of life, established relationship!au
↪︎ this is loveee. so well written!
➵ heavy lifting by @snackhobi (fluff, humor)
supermarket!au, workplace!au
↪︎ the funniest most wholesome fic ever. so fun to read - forever obsessed!
➵ too close by @cutechim (angst)
expecting parents!au, rival gang!au, boxer!jungkook, husband!jk
↪︎ the tension! wahhh this is so painfully bittersweet - love it!
➵ shield by @rmverse (fluff, romance, smut)
security guard!jk, bartender!reader
↪︎ the way this rendered me speechless. complete masterpiece. defo an ultimate fave!!
➵ neighbours by @btssmutgalore (smut)
↪︎ the. cutest. ever. i re-read this so often :’)
➵ the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash (smut, fluff)
enemies to lovers, college!au
↪︎ i can always imagine shanna’s work as a movie, the way she writes is so beautiful. it’s beyond me how someone can write so well ahh i love this!!
➵ desperate housewife by @kimnjss (fluff, smut)
husband!jk, housewife!reader, established relationship!au
↪︎ the loveeee i have for this :’)
➵ lemon sherbet by @extravaguk (fluff, smut, angst)
summer!au, ex-high school classmates!au, frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!jk, popular!reader
↪︎ AN ULTIMATE FAVOURITE!! this. is. everything.
➵ won’t you be my neighbour by @btsarmy9593 (implied smut, fluff)
neighbour!jk, guitarist!jk, bartender!reader
↪︎ the attraction wheww this was so good! the ending was so so sweet too urgh i love this
➵ tangsuyuk love by @full-of-jams (fluff, smut)
college!au, friends to lovers
↪︎ this had me all over the place! my cheeks hurt from how much this had me smiling urgh - soo good!!
➵ with love, from J by @spicykoreantatertots (fluff!!!)
college!au, roommates to lovers
↪︎ this is so pretty to read! endearing asf, jungkook is so soft for oc - i love love it :’))
➵ cabin fever by @jeongi (fluff, smut, mild angst)
ex-friends to lovers
↪︎ the talent! this is so great
➵ chocolate milk by @kookiesjoonies (fluff)
established relationship!au, drabble
↪︎ stopp! this is so so cute :’)
➵ indulgence by @ppersonna (fluff, smut)
established relationship!au
↪︎ beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! so domestic and fluffy and hot! loved it
➵ late skate by @jiminrings (fluff)
skater!jk, love at first sight :)
↪︎ how could something be so SWEET
➵ the philosophy of good luck by @kidguk (fluff, smut)
tattoo artist!jk, law student!reader, roomate!au, strangers to lovers
soo happy i found this! so well written ahh i’m obsessed :’))
➵ sneaking around by @solarwonux (fluff, smut)
noo because this is so sweet!! i loveee it
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blckjeon · 3 months ago
Everything that blown my mind and i’ve fall in luv with ♡ JJK
s : smut, f : fluff, a : angst, c : comedy, v : violence, y : yandere, sm : social media
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☾ @whatifyoulivelikethat
Mango series (a, f, c, s) | badboy!jk
Gotcha (a, s) | mean!jk
☾ @ardentlyjae
All i want (a, f, s) ft Taehyung | war!au ; starting with tae then jk will appear in the next chaps ; love triangle
☾ @taetaesbaebaepsae
Mr & mrs jeon (a, s) | assassin!jk
☾ @go1denjeon
Code of conduct series (s, a, v, y) | mafia!jk
☾ @rubycoast
The lighthouse (a, f) | stranger!jk
Of honey and cinnamon (f, a) | musician!jk
☾ @hueseok
Mio angelo (s, a, f, v) | mafia!jk
☾ @winetae
Through the flames (and into lava) (f, c, s) | dragon!jk
☾ @kimvvantae
Everlasting (a, f) | reincarnation!au
☾ @ambrosehope
Stolen moments (a, s, f) | soldier!jk
☾ @hayjeon
One year my love (f, a) one, two | husband!jk
☾ @nitaescence
Sweetpea series (s, f, a) ft Taehyung | ddlg daddy!jungkook, daddy!taehyung
☾ @rosaetae
No sweetness (c, f, s) | lacrosse player!jk
Sweet apple biscuits (a, f) | classmate!jk
☾ @jimlingss
A piece of moonlight (a, f) | mulan!au
Chess of ice series (f, a, s) | sports!au
Dynasty (a, s) | historical!au
☾ @1kook
Netflix & chill (s, f, c, a) | app developer!jk
Someway, somehow (a, f, s) | autoshop owner!jk
☾ @lavishedinjimin
Crybaby (s, f) | ddlg daddy!jk
☾ @pbandjk
Alpha jeon series (a, f, s) | alpha!werewolf!jk
☾ @ahundredtimesover
Empty space (a, s) one, two | police officer!jk
☾ @latetaektalk
After i left you (a, f) | ex-bf!jk
☾ @fortunexkookie
Falling skies series (a, f, s) | bestfriend’s brother!jk
☾ @h2yeri
The love swings (s, f, c) one, two | boyfriend!jk
☾ @vankoya
Something in the water (f, s, c) | friend!jk
☾ @bratkook
Clairvoyant series (s, f, c, a) ft Taehyung | freshman!jk
☾ @atdawnsuga
Morning rush (s, c, a) | popular collegestudent!jk
☾ @taexual
I’d love to stay but that’s simply insane series (a, s) | rockstar!jk
☾ @xjoonchildx
Last call (s) | bartender!jk
☾ @kimnjss
Strawberry kisses (s, c, a, sm) | rapper!jk
☾ @xpeachesncream
Lowkey series (c, f, s, a) | nerd!jk
Liquid courage mini series (s, c, f, a) | night club owner!jk
☾ @army-author
Gamomania (f, s) | bestfriend!jk
☾ @yandere-society
The dulcie inn (horror, a, v) ft Taehyung | inn owner!jk
☾ @evangelene
Delete voicemail? (a) | fiancé!jk
☾ @venusjeon
His service (s, a) | knight!jk
☾ @honeymoonjin
Anpanman (c, f, s) | bestfriend!jk
☾ @dfdph
No one (a) | skydiver!jk
Someone (a, f, this is the “What If” from No One) | skydiver!jk
☾ @voisss
Dessert (s) | chef!jk
☾ @extravaguk
Lemon sherbet (s, c, f) | tattoo artist!jk
☾ @koorara
Put your head on my shoulder (s, f, c) | husband!jk
☾ @jimidol
Ocean eyes (s, f, c) | firefighter!jk
☾ @/cutaepatootie
Animal series (a, s) | boxer!jk
☾ @kookiesjoonies
Risk it series (s, a, f, sm) ft Yoongi | ex-bf!jk
☾ @jamaisjoons
Love alive (a, s) | ex-bf!jk
☾ @jjkpls
Set your world alight (s, f, a) | professor hogwarts!jk
☾ @/untaemedqueen
Senative (a, f, s) | husband!jk
☾ @/yslkook
Mind of mine series (s, f, a) | badboy!jk
☾ @/softykooky
The habits of a broken heart (a, f) | soulmate!jk
☾ @btsinned
Perverted bunny mask (v, c, s) | killer!jk
☾ @aroseforyoongi
Young alpha (s, f) | werewolf!jk
☾ @/personaintro
Her bodyguard (s, f) | bodyguard!jk
☾ @/tayegi
Tinder 2.0 (s, f, c) | rival!jk
Jeon jungkook must die (s, c, a, plot twist!) | rich!jk
New rules series (s, a, c, feminist must read!) | frat!jk
☾ @kookiestarlight
Wishing for you (f, a, s) | husband!jk
☾ @ve1vetyoongi
Wherever you will go (f, a) | boyfriend!jk
☾ @yuudetama
Like a hyacinth (a) | ex-bf!jk
☾ @dovechim
Micro-orgasm (c, s, f) | boyfriend!jk
☾ @/cinnaminsvga
Dumbo (c, s, f) | bigdick!jk
☾ @hansolmates
Angel’s trumpet series (a, f, c) | idol!bf!jk
☾ @/readyplayerhobi
Rigor mortis (a, s, v) | police officer!jk
☾ @joonsdiary
Jamais vu (a, f) ft Taehyung | bar owner!jk
☾ @/ddaenggtan
Chasing butterfly (c, f, s) | weeb!jock!jk
☾ @/taesthetic
The universe of us (a, c, f) ft Taehyung | stranger!jk
☾ @/inktae
The train of lost souls (a, f) ft Hoseok | ex-bf!jk
First light (a, f) ft Taehyung | spirit!jk
☾ @someonewhowannadielol
My name is 010010101001011 (s, f, c) | alien!jk
☾ @jingabitch
Fluff and smut (s, f) | porn star!jk
☾ @/jjungkookislife
Love shop (f, s, a) | semi-sex worker!jk
☾ @/cupofteaguk
Overtime (s, c, f) | ceo!boss!jk
On the road to you (f, s) | stranger!jk
☾ @/magicalsalamander
The rabbit of the moon series (a, v, f, s) | police officer!jk
☾ @dimpled-gukkie
Call me a thief (c, f, a) ft Taehyung & Hoseok | enemy!collegestudent!jk, love interest!tae, exbf!hoseok
☾ Hobious
One thing right (a, f, s, c) | sheriff!jk
☾ Fringeofsanity
Right of way (s, a, infidelity) ft Jimin | bestfriend’s bf!jk
☾ Yuu14045
Friends (?) (a, f, s) ft Taehyung | roommate!jk
☾ Jungtaeyoongles
Midnight rides (f, s, c) | stranger!jk
☾ Taefae
Forget me not (s, f, c) | florist!jk
☾ Haruk
The good, the bad, the detective and the cop series (c, f, s) | detective!jk
☾ Nijoon
Rain (a, f, infidelity) | husband!jk
☾ Univsa
Growing pains (a, f, s) | brother’s bestfriend!jk
☾ Mirrorgirl
Deception (s, a, v, f) | alpha!jk
☾ Dailydoseofdia
Show me something (a, c, s, f) | ex-crush!jk
☾ Wootube
Papermask (v, s, a) | detective!jk
1-800-chaos (s, a, infidelity) ft Jimin | boyfriend!jk
☾ Loverain94
Our first and last (a, f) | professor!jk
☾ Windywolf
It takes two to make a thing go right (s) | hybrid dog!jk, hybrid dog!taehyung
☾ Guksfly
In between blurred lines (f, c, s) | childhoodbestfriend!jk
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ggukxego · 12 days ago
goodnight and go; jjk sm au.
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📬 — after months of trying to get over the breakup of your last relationship, accepting that maybe the person you thought was the love of your life would never be ready for marriage like you were, you think that everything is finally in its place; You are only a few months away from graduating and your only company being that brown rabbit that you adopted in a therapeutic way. Until Jungkook shows up at your door at midnight; drunk, wet hair, blood running from his nose as he holds an engagement ring wondering if you want to be his wife.
pairing: jungkook x female oc.
genre: social media au, romance, exes to lovers, friends to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, fluff.
disclaimer: hi this is my first au, please be kind to me. ❤️ english isn't my first language so i apologized for the possible errors and inconsistencies that you may find. 🥺
status: ongoing.
updates: everyday (please do not ask.)
prologue: the beginning of the disaster.
characters profiles: yns main.
characters profiles: jungkooks main.
chapter one: good news.
chapter two: rabbits epiphany.
chapter three: discoveries.
chapter four: passion fruit.
chapter five: couple chemistry.
chapter six: good to see you again.
chapter seven: I missed you.
chapter eight: been like this.
chapter nine: sext me.
chapter ten: a nice ring.
chapter eleven: the truth.
chapter twelve: you're doing amazing, sweetie.
chapter thirteen: moving fast.
chapter fourteen: always the bridesmaid...
chapter fifteen: never lie again.
chapter sixteen: the disaster.
chapter seventeen: hope you're okay.
bonus: the dream.
bonus: single party.
chapter eighteen: today, tomorrow, and forever.
chapter nineteen: run away.
chapter twenty: i do.
epilogue. [ 1, 2 & 3 ]
— the end; ❤️ —
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koorosie · 16 days ago
Favourite Jungkook Fic Pt. 2
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My previous Fic Rec list: One Shot Series
None of the fics in the list is mine. These belong to some amazing, creative and wonderful writers. Go check them out and read their other fics. Also like, reblog and/or comment there 😊
Mango Series by @whatifyoulivelikethat || Angst, Fluff, Smut (Kind of Bad Boy Jungkook but not that much. OC has a abusive past)
Wishing For You Pt.2 by @kookiestarlight || Angst, Fluff, Smut (Husband Jungkook. Ahh this one is soooo good. I love it too much. Jungkook is a sweetheart. He is like the ideal husband here. This Jungkook can rival with all the bad boy Jungkook out there. He is just perfect)
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Feeling by @sometimeinjoon || Fluff, Smut (Devil Jungkook)
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venusiangguk · 4 months ago
the art of craving | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff
>>word count: 6.9k
>>warnings: the domesticity... sob sob, the cutest baby... sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie,  sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻
>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I'm sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧 
>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.
series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
You turn to Jeongguk, who is kneeled down at toddler level. Nari’s got a strong grip in his hair as she uses it as leverage as well as a balancing aid as she steps one little foot at a time into her water proof pull up. He cut it recently, his long locks a little more clean cut and cropped. Still more than enough for little hands to yank, though. He winces, but takes it in stride.
“I don’t know you’re always a bit weird about us,” you say. No bitterness, more of just an observation.
Jeongguk looks up at you as best he can, before getting Nari’s bikini bottoms and repeating the same painful process he did with the pull up. “I’m not weird about it.” He can almost hear the incredulous look you’re giving him. “Okay, I’m not as weird about it,” he amends, “but this is just a group of my friends getting together, and we’ve all known each other for years so I don’t have to worry about what they think of me.”
You hum, walking to the bathroom to get your own bikini on. You’re adjusting the ties at the hip when you say loudly so he can hear you from his room, “You’re worried about what people think of us?”
The effort you put into trying to hold in your laugh when Jeongguk appears in the doorway with a disheveled baby on his hip is futile. Nari’s looking around like she doesn’t know how she got there so fast, shirtless with a half-on baby bikini top, the triangles falling down and resting on her round belly. She smiles big when she sees you though, kicks in her dad’s hold.
Jeongguk looks kind of disheveled as well, yet very serious as he says, “No I don’t care what people think about us, I just- am more worried what they think about me. I know it doesn’t matter,” he sighs dramatically, “but I’d rather people not think I’m a cradle robbing pervert.” He covers one of Nari’s ears with a big hand and pushes the other ear against his chest to plug it when he says pervert. She pops back up, unbothered like a little bobble head.
You walk over and stand in front of them both, taking the strings of Nari’s swimsuit and tying them at the back of her neck. You flick your eyes up to Jeongguk, as you make the bunny ears. “You’re not even 30 yet, relax Daddy.”
“And you’re not even 25,” he almost whines, and doesn't bother scolding you for the use of the d word. This time.
“And this one’s not even 2!” you say, over excited as you turn wide eyes to the baby in front of you, swiftly changing the subject.
Nari squeals at your excitement, leans forward in her dad’s hold till she’s got tiny, pudgy little arms around your neck. Jeongguk hands her to you with ease, tries to keep the sick adoration off of his face while doing so.
“Duuu!” she cries, holding up her hand. She’s got her middle finger and ring finger up, an awkward way to show ‘two’ but you let her have it, jiggling her a little laughing a praise.
“Oh, such a smart little flower!” Jeongguk coos, hand coming up to give her a high-five.
However, she just grips his thumb in her small hand, giggling in the infectious way that babies do, her little crescent eyes lighting up with love and glee and Jeongguk almost cries. He hopes she never stops looking at him like that or holding his hand like that.
The alarm on his phone knocks him out of his sentimental reverie as he begrudgingly frees himself from Nari’s hold. He calls into the bathroom, “We’re going to be late.”
You’re not bothered, instead just sitting Nari on the bathroom counter and doing her hair up in small piggy-tail buns atop her head. She plays with your belly ring while you do so, fascinated by the new cherry charm you have on it now.
“Did you hear me?” Jeongguk asks in the doorway.
“Yup, look at her,” you say, gesturing to the oblivious baby.
Jeongguk does, taps one of the buns. “How do you get them so symmetrical? I can never get it right.”
You hum, sitting her in the curve of your waist. You give her your manicured hand, nails decorated in crystals, to distract her. “I’ll teach you. Want me to get her baby bag ready while you load the car with her sleeper just in case she needs to nap while we are there?”
Jeongguk shoots finger guns at you, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You purr. “Good brain, I didn’t think of that.”
You walk out with him, set Nari down and let her toddle about. She hands you an array of things, helping you pack her bag while Jeongguk goes to his large walk-in closet grabbing the portable crib.
“Don’t forget her sock monitor,” he grunts, finally getting a good hold of it.
“Already packed,” you tell him, “Do you want me to pack her undies for after swimming?”
Nari’s speech may be a little delayed according to the doctors but her brain is big and functioning and everything else in her baby body is right on par, or even ahead of kids her age. They suggested early potty-training, and focusing on the positives as Jeongguk navigates the hurdles.
He looks contemplative before he shakes his head. “No, too much hassle, just pull-ups is fine.”
You throw him a look, but he’s already got his back to you walking out the room. “You know she’s never going to learn if you don’t stay consistent and keep a routine!”
“Yes, baby, I know!” he calls over his shoulder, “Fresh start when we get back!”
You roll your eyes. “Daddy’s so silly, huh?”
Nari babbles an affirmative, and with that, you shoulder the baby bag and carry the baby right out the door. Easy peasy.
“Hello my good bitches!”
“Hoseok!” Jeongguk whisper-scolds, a protective hand coming up to Nari’s face. For some reason he covers her eyes instead of her ears. Nari blows a blind raspberry, but is more or less content in your arms.
You’ve never met Hoseok before, but you know you like him when you watch his eyes rake over Jeongguk, a judgemental look on his face as he takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand, eyes narrowed over the rim.
“What are you wearing?”
Jeongguk narrows his eyes back. Although his friend probably can’t see them behind the huge gold-rimmed, purple hued glasses Jeongguk is wearing. “It’s Fendi. Please move, this is heavy.”
It’s no secret that Jeongguk has a fat wallet to match his fat dilf ass, and that he likes the occasional name brand item in his closet. But he’s not frivolous, and it’s only once in a blue moon that he actually splurges on something as expensive as the bright yellow and white shirt he’s wearing currently.
If anything a good portion of his income goes to what he wine-drunkenly calls the ‘Flower Fund’. Essentially dollars put away for when Nari goes to university, or whatever she decides. Maybe she’ll start her own business like her dad. Your mouth may have dropped when he let the current balance slip. She’s not even 2 yet.
Anywho. The shirt that is the hot topic-  it’s a bit out there, different from what he usually wears, but somehow he pulls it off, the white of the trademark F’s all over compliment the white, 5in inseam swim shorts he has on. You giggled in the car when he paired the sunglasses with it, but the more you look at him, the more you grow to like the statement piece.
His sleeve is on full display, and his arm is flexed as he carries the baby sleeper, finding a wall to lean it against. You’re still staring when Hoseok starts speaking.
“So you’re the hot Nanny he goes on and on about?”
“Nanny?” you ask, raising a brow.
“Hobi? Oh my god?” He shakes his head and his hands open and jerk in a very what the fuck manner. “I do not call you the nanny,” he stresses, eyes going to you.
You keep your brow quirked.
Hoseok laughs, nudges you with his hands open, nodding towards Nari. The baby looks like it's a very tough decision, choosing between you and Hoseok, but after an encouraging nod from you she smiles. Her baby teeth are on display, and her hands are grabby.
Jeongguk’s friend hips her, “He doesn’t actually call you the nanny, but he does talk about you a lot. All good things of course.”
You smile, your heart fluttering a little in your chest but before you can say anything Jeongguk is by your side, telling Hoseok a very adamant and stern, ‘Goodbye.’
Hoseok just laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. The one holding the red cup catches Nari’s attention.
She pokes it with a tiny finger before smacking her lips a little. “Joofs?”
“Joofs?” Hoseok repeats, confused for a moment before he gets it. “Juice- yeah no. Not this. Let’s get you your own joofs.”
As he’s walking towards what you assume is the kitchen you call out, “Do you need one of her cups?”
He waves a dismissive hand. “Joon keeps some in the kitchen, go outside and meet everyone! We’ve all been dying to put a face to the mysterious __!” He turns to Nari making casual conversation till his voice fades with distance, “Still nice and plump I see…”
Something warms inside you. The fact that Jeongguk’s friends are all so close, that they keep little things for each other's children at each other’s houses, is so sweet and wholesome and so tender in a way that makes your heart want to burst.
Nari’s playroom has a few leapfrog’s with grade school games on a shelf and you had always wondered why. When you asked, Jeongguk told you that he sometimes watched Taehyung’s boys when he and his wife had date night. He has all the Tinkerbell movies on bluray for Jin’s daughter, and the Harry Potter ones for Yoongi and Jimin’s. As far as you know, Namjoon doesn’t have kids of his own yet, so it’s extra touching that he keeps baby essentials for Nari around.
You lean against Jeongguk, bumping shoulders with him. “Hoseok is nice, I like him.”
He rolls his eyes. “He’s the bachelor of the group. No relationship or kids. Hence the potty-mouth and the alcoholic joofs at 1 in the afternoon.”
You smile a closed lipped laugh, eyes glinting as you look up at him. He smiles back, unable to stop himself. He gives you an inquisitive look, the arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. The hand on your hip squeezing in question.
“Hmm?” he ponders, softly.
“You talk about me?” you ask, just as soft.
He hums, eyes dropping to your lips. “Just a little. Only to them.”
You and Jeongguk aren’t official. The circumstances a bit peculiar, the steps a little harder to maneuver. But what you have is good. A nice mix between fun and serious, committed yet free. You both know what you need to, feel what’s between you, even if you don’t name it or talk about it.
On your tiptoes, you crane your neck to reach his lips, and his eyes slip shut, ready to meet you halfway.
“Ah- Jeongguk you’re on grill duty!”
Jeongguk slumps behind you, a little groan sounding. “Okay!”
He sneaks a sweet kiss, before pinching your butt quickly. “Let me introduce you to the hyungs.”
Jeongguk looks almost as edible as the tri-tip he’s grilling. He’s got tongs in his tattooed hand, his hair held back by those purpley sunglasses that he’s pushed to the top of his head. His shirt is open, his toned tummy out and flexing whenever he laughs at something Taehyung says.
His eyes constantly look for you and Nari in the pool. He has an air kiss war with Nari for a while before she gets distracted by one of the other kids, asking if they can drag her around the pool by her floaty.
You’re pretty sure it’s Jin’s daughter, around 8 or 9. Smiling you nod, telling her you’ll help her. You keep a stable hand on Nari’s circular underarm floaty as she giggles and splashes, tickled pink at being doted on. She’s the baby of the barbeque, so she’s been handed around and loved on so much, giving the whole crew a dose of baby fever.
“You know, we got special toys and a playmat for her. She’s never liked the water.”
At the sound of a woman’s voice you look over your shoulder to see Jin’s wife sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the water. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones and kind eyes. She’s smiling, and it has a hint of knowing to it. She nods to the lawn next to the pool, and you see said playmat has been commandeered by the girls.
This gets her daughter’s attention and she jumps up and down excitedly in the shallow end of the pool where you’ve ended up.
“I’m going to go play with them for a little bit, okay Nana? I’ll come back and swim with you soon!” she gives Nari a quick kiss before speed walking to the grass after a stern warning from her mother not to run by the pool.
Nari watches, her eyes wide and curious, and you give her another kiss (she’s been absolutely smothered today). “You’ll be able to play with them soon, don’t worry little bug.”
She wiggles a little, curls in on herself like your kisses tickle before she’s giving you a wet kiss back, her chlorine hands grabbing at your cheeks. You laugh with her, finally turning back to Jin’s wife.
“I don’t know, maybe she just needed another push.”
She hums, getting fully in the water with you. She makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a wave of her hand, gesturing for you to push Nari across the water to her. The distance isn’t far so you do. You and her take turns pushing the baby back and forth and Nari loves it, soft giggles spilling from her lips as she lets her hands drag in the water.
“Jeongguk says you’re really good with her. That she really loves you.”
You feel yourself flush. “That’s sweet of him, but he’s the one that’s made her so good with people.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “Uh, she’s good with us. Kind of a nightmare for people she doesn’t like. She’s almost as picky as he is about who gets to be around her.”
Laughing with her, you speak playfully to the baby. “You? A nightmare? No way!”
Jin’s wife notices the blush, the way you brush off the comments and direct attention to other things, so as she passes Nari to you again, she says, “I get it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I think he trusts you and cares about you a lot. Not that he tells me of course,” she chuckles, “That’s boy talk, but Jin’s got a big mouth.”
“No,” you assure her, “I appreciate it, thank you for telling me.”
Mindless chatter ensues, baby babbles sprinkled in, Nari giving her two cents, as everyone waits for the food. Your name is yelled across the backyard, and the familiar voice is welcomed, as you make sure Nari is in good hands before swimming to meet Jeongguk at the edge of the pool. He’s got a piece of meat on a fork.
“Taste?” he asks, squatting in front of you.
You open your mouth, and he’s about to plop it in before he brings it back at the last minute, blowing on it a little. You laugh, endeared. Probably a habit due to always making sure anything he lets Nari taste isn’t too hot. He presses it to his lips quickly to test the temperature, before the fork is at your lips again, his other hand underneath making sure it doesn’t fall.
You groan, tastebuds doing a happy dance on your tongue as you chew.
“So good,” you moan, mouth still full, “I love the sauce.”
“The aioli,” he says, playfully snobby.
You roll your eyes, swallowing finally. “Whatever. I love it.”
He’s got a sweet smile on his face as his eyes search yours. They linger on your lips, and you think he may kiss you, but instead he wipes his thumb on your bottom lip. You can see a little bit of the aioli on it when he brings it to his mouth, eye contact deliberate as he sucks it off. It’s a bit naughty for him. Always careful about ‘pda’. But his doe-eyes are twinkling and he’s trying not to laugh as he says, “I love it, too.”
Sure that he can feel the spike in the air, you narrow your eyes at him as you whisper, “You’re mean.”
He shrugs, pats your head. “Food’s ready, get baby. I’ll save you guys a seat.”
Everyone around the outside table groans. Hands are on bellies and arms are behind heads and buttons are undone after devouring the food. The kids table off to the side is conspiring on how to get dessert, and little Nari is just about knocked out in your lap, the bread of her cheek smushed against your chest as she nods off.
“Jk, the iron chef,” Jimin sighs, swirling his wine in his glass.
“For real, man…”
Compliments to the chef are spouted from everyone and Jeongguk humbly accepts. The conversation dwindles into something that is lulled and lazy, casual stories about the kids being traded. How Taehyung found his twin boys’ pee drawer. You cringe. How Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter said her first curse word at kindergarten and blamed it on her dad (the one with the potty-mouth… read: Yoongi). You laugh, carefully not to wake Nari.
One of the wives notices.
She coos, “Oh, looks like someone is tuckered out.”
Jeongguk glances at his daughter, brings a finger to her pushed out bottom lip and pulls it down a little, tiny bloop noises sounding when it snaps back into place. He’s evil.
Of course she groggily wakes up, grumpy and rotten as she screeches and groans, rubbing her face into your sternum. Her chubby foot kicks at her dad. He laughs a coo at her, and she just grunts, indignant and sleepy.
“Quit it,” you say, trying not to laugh at the scene.
He hums, shoulders shaking in amusement. “Let’s set up her sleeper,” he says to you before turning to Namjoon. “Can we set it up in the guest room?”
He nods. “You’ll be able to hear her if she wakes up?”
“Of course, we brought her sock monitor.”
“Sock monitor,” Jin scoffs humorously, “Wish they had those when Jiwoo was a baby…”
The voices taper off as you follow Jeongguk back into the house and after a pitstop in the foyer for the crib and baby bag you find yourself in a pretty decently sized bedroom. It’s furnished, but there’s enough space in the far corner for the sleeper.
You sit on the bed, sway back and forth with Nari still snoozing in your arms. You rest your cheek on her head, watching as Jeongguk quickly sets up her nap station. He looks strong, arms working as he snaps each piece into place. His thighs bulge a little, his swim shorts bunching and pulled taut over the muscle as he grabs her blanket and pig stuffie from the baby bag.
“She still sleeping?” he asks, once he’s finished.
You hum an affirmative, getting to your feet and walking over to him. He takes her, and gently lowers her in, staying near until he’s sure that the move didn’t wake her. She whimpers a little in her sleep and you quietly rustle through her bag until you find her paci. Nari quiets immediately, soft baby snores that sound more like tiny little sighs fill the room.
Jeongguk brushes her flyaways off her face, tucks the wispies behind her ear being careful not to snag on her tiny earring. He then turns to you and throws himself into your arms, slumping.
You groan under his weight, but embrace him nonetheless.
“She’s getting so big,” he whines.
“Turns 2 in like 2 months right?”
He nods, face in your neck.
“You gonna do anything for it?”
Sighing, he rights himself. He bends and gets the monitor sock, un-velcroing it as quietly as he can, and then does it up around Nari’s tiny foot as carefully as possible. She’s a pretty good sleeper, never really too fussy, but you can never be too careful. He then grabs his phone from the same bag, checking the connection on the app.
“Her mom was talking about maybe getting together for it,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing your hand. “We can do something though. If you want, you’re not obligated of course.”
Your smile is small, but you nod. “Of course I want to.”
His ex is something you both never really touch on. One of the only tense subjects between you two, the conversation always a little formal and stilted, but you get it. And it’s not your place to question him, or how he co-parents. Not your place to question what she would think if she knew about you, because you’re sure she doesn’t. Or else you probably would have been invited to the actual birthday party.
It’s cool. You get it.
You’re wandering aimlessly around the house, hand in hand, taking the well needed break away from the commotion outside. The company is great, just a lot, and you’ve wanted to get Jeongguk alone the whole afternoon. Now’s your chance and after the birthday talk, you could use a distraction.
He’s lazily showing around the downstairs bathroom when you take your chances.
“That’s the waterfall shower, the toilet- it has a bidet, how cool is that? That’s the tub, and- that’s the lock? What are you doing?” He whispers like he’s playfully scandalized by the way you lock the both of you inside.
You shrug innocently, as you step in front of him. Trailing your index finger between the slight dip between his pecs, down to the line between his abs, all the way to the light trail of hair that disappears into his shorts.
“Dunno… What am I doing?”
He hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think you’re being a bit suggestive…” he says quietly as he toys with the tie at your hip.
“Mmm,” you hum contemplative and teasing. You take a short step, closing the small distance between you and him. You wrap your arms around his neck, scratch at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “What am I suggesting?”
Jeongguk’s so easy. He bends some, brushing his nose against your cheek, the hands at your hips already eagerly gripping and pulling you closer. Flush against him. His voice is soft, has a slight shake to it when he says back, “Not sure… tell me?”
You sigh, pleased, when he presses gentle, wet kisses to your neck. You whine a bit when he nips, his teeth sharp and quick. Eloquently you say, “Let’s have a quickie.”
Jeongguk snorts, a harsh laugh huffing into your skin. “Smooth.”
He’s teasing but his swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide how hard he’s getting, despite not even being touched yet. You change that, hand going down to cup him through the material.
“You wanna?” you purr, squeezing him.
He nods, finally kisses you. Slow and gentle. “Yeah,” he breathes against your mouth.
You kiss him with intention, then.
Tongues curl around each other and teeth click. Hands roam, bodies on fire despite the little clothing on your frames, the dip in the pool you had not too long ago. Jeongguk seems eager, kinda desperate as he breathes harshly against your lips, hands on your ass grabbing and kneading your cheeks in his big palms, pulling them apart a little as he presses his cock into your lower belly.
You moan when you feel how hard he is, when you feel how badly he wants you. Right here in one of his best friends' bathrooms. It makes you feel a little high, kind of dreamy as he backs himself to the counter, hooks one of your legs on his hip, forcing you to rest most of your weight on him, bracing yourself against his body.
With your legs now open, Jeongguk takes advantage of the way your pussy is right over his cock, rutting up into you, his hips moving hard and slow as he drags his length against you. You gasp, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. Your acrylics grip at his shirt for a moment, basking in the way your clit is being teased. Pleasure making your whole body tingle.
“You’re so hard,” you whimper.
He makes a needy noise, sounding a little embarrassed as he urges you to look at him with a hand on your face. He watches you, as your brows turn up every time you feel the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan, and he knows you’re trying so hard to be quiet. It makes him throb, jerk against your cunt.
“You’re being so good,” he praises.
Your eyes flutter a little, rolling back some as you nod.
He kisses you again, rougher this time. Your mouths stay attached as you finally free him from the stiff material of his trunks, pushing and pulling his foreskin over his tip. He has to break the kiss so he can moan, so he can look down at your tiny hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to wrap all the way around.
“__,” he sighs.
You’re mouthing at his neck while you pump, a questioning noise being hummed into the column of his throat.
“You know how… how I’m gonna be gone for... like a week? For that business trip?” His sentence is broken up by lewd groans.
You tell him you know, distracted by the nasty clicking noises that color the air on every upstroke.
He stays quiet for a moment, tensed in your hands. Then he speaks in that unsure voice that he takes when he asks about something he’s not sure your response will be.
“You can say no… but I just- want you, even when I’m by myself… when I can’t actually have you...”
Gently, he pushes your leg off his hip, and reaches into his pocket.
That’s when you get it.
He pulls his phone out, looks at you a little nervously. His cheeks rosy and flushed. You’re pretty sure your pussy floods your bikini bottoms. Jeongguk wants you so fucking badly that he wants to record you, because he can’t go without you- not even for a single week. He could watch porn, jerk off to the thought of you, could even get someone else because you wouldn’t ever find out. But no.
He just wants you.
“Yes,” you say quickly.
Jeongguk beams, both his hands coming to cup your face- phone and all -as he kisses you. Quick, sweet kisses until he rests his forehead on yours, his breaths hot on your face as he lets himself fuck into your palm for just a moment.
“Will you suck me, baby?” he whispers.
And fuck his voice has that tremble to it, like he’s so turned on he can barely contain it. You nod in his hands.
“Gag on it a little? Hmm?”
“Yeah, whatever you want, Jeongguk.”
And that’s how you find yourself on your knees of a bathroom floor, Jeongguk’s fat cock in your mouth, his phone recording every tear that leaks from the corner of your eyes, every gag that reverberates when his leaking tip nudges the back of your throat, every gasp you take when you pull off. The spit slick sounds that echo as you jerk him off while you catch your breath.
His phone catches the choked moans that he can’t keep in, your mouth too wet, too hot around his cock. It catches all the dirty, salacious requests he asks you.
“Lick my balls,” he whispers.
And you do. With one of your hands you jerk his cock, as you look up at him. Part of your face is covered by his cock as you lap at his balls, relishing in the way he spreads his legs a little wider, wanting to feel as good as possible.
“That spot behind my balls- yeah, fuck-”
You bring your free hand up and press two fingers into his taint, massaging lightly stimulating his prostate from the outside, while still stroking and licking him. His cock pulses in your hold and you feel when a little drop of precum dribbles to your hand that’s working over his length. You moan and rub your thighs together.
He doesn’t ask for this often but you love it when he does. You love the way he gets so breathy, so airy with his noises. How his chest stutters with short inhales until he finally releases and exhales with long groans, sometimes light whines.
Right now, his head falls back as he exhales one of those deep groans, before he looks down at you again, adjusts the camera a little, eyes so dark and heavy just dripping with lust and arousal as you make him feel so, so good.
“Don’t make me cum, wanna fuck you,” he murmurs.
It’s almost like a warning, telling you to stop because he knows he won’t be able to do it himself, the buzz thrumming through his body too blissful for him to willingly cut it off, put it to an end.
You listen to him, one last long lick from his balls to his tip, before you’re standing, hopping onto the counter. Spreading your legs, you invite Jeongguk between them.
He’s still filming, angles his phone down as he presses the thumb of his free hand in between your pussy lips over your bottoms. He kisses you while he touches you, swallowing the little whimpers you make, makes sure the shot is right when you start to rock your pussy into his touch.
Trailing his fingers from your hidden slit to the knot keeping your bikini on, he gives you a quick glance, before pulling it. He hooks a single finger under the fabric, and drags it down until your perfect, little cunt is bare.
Bending down some, Jeongguk brings his phone closer to your pussy. It’s hairless, and smooth. Pussy lips puffy. When he spreads you open, your wet center gleaming on camera, you whine, closing your legs slightly.
You’ve gotten over your shyness with him, but having a pussy close up is foreign enough for you to get bashful. But he just shushes you, coaxes your legs open again.
“Have the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, as his index finger barely pushes inside. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here…”
Something seems to click at Jeongguk’s words. He stops the video and looks up at you with his expression pained.
“What?” you ask, kinda of out of it, drunk on arousal.
All he says is, “Condom.”
Your face falls. “Are there any in the bag?”
He shakes his head. “ You packed it, and I didn’t add any. Didn’t think we would need them.”
Normally you wouldn’t push him, would settle for sucking his cock, drinking his cum. Would be good with him eating you out, cumming all over his tongue. But your pussy aches, you're not sure anything but his thick cock filling you up will suffice this time.
“Well, we don’t need them…” you whisper.
“__…” He gives you a stern look. You feel his cock kick, though, where it rests against your thigh.
“Please,” you beg, hand going to his cock stroking it over your tummy. “I have the IUD, it’s like 99% effective I’m pretty sure-”
“Pretty sure isn’t convincing-”
“I’m really sure,” you say, “I need it.”
He looks like he’s fighting with himself. Weighing the pros and cons of fucking you raw for the first time. Feeling your tight cunt sucking him in every time he pulls out, no barrier between you.
He grips the base of his cock and you sigh relieved as he wordlessly slips his tip between your folds.
You hold his gaze as he starts to push in. His mouth falls open when your pussy swallows his tip, and when he reaches the hilt, you let out the softest cry, both of you gasping into each other's mouth at the first swift thrust he rocks into you.
“Thank you,” you breathe.
Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. Holds his hips still as his eyes squeeze shut for the briefest of moments before his hips start to move again. You’re overwhelming, he’s never been with someone who he’s had such strong chemistry with, someone who knows exactly how to please him, someone who he knows exactly how to please.
It’s only a few thrusts into you later that Jeongguk is groaning, pushing one of your legs back so he can see your slick on his cock every time he pulls out. “Fuck, this was a bad idea…”
You shake your head, eyes closed. “No I love it like this, can feel you so much better.”
He moans, presses his cock in as far as he can, hips right up against you. “Yeah, that’s why,” he sighs, “never gonna wanna use a condom again.”
The smile that plays on your lips is wicked. “Then don’t.”
Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, fucks you a little faster as he brings a hand up to your face. He loves looking at you while he’s inside you, watching as your features shift whenever he hits that spot. “Be good,” he tells you.
You listen to him, not because you want to, but because you can’t think coherently with his cock inside you. It’s slow, the noises in the bathroom echoed and loud, slapping skin not an option today, but god. He moves his hips into you perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing on your g-spot everytime he pushes inside of you, the drag of his swollen tip against your walls is  dizzying.
He knows how to fuck you so well, having come to know your body almost as well as you do with how many times you’ve sat on his cock, how many times he’s plowed into you, how many times he’s coaxed leg shaking orgasms from your body with nothing but his cock. He knows that you like it when he gets a hold of your tits, when he flicks your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, so he finally moves your bikini top out of the way, does exactly that and he smiles when you arch into his touch.
The scolding he gives you when you accidentally knock the soap bottle over is playful. “Careful,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” you pant. When he tells you to keep it down normally, you usually have a little bit of leeway. But you don’t have that here. You know that you are a guest in the home and that this is your first time meeting everyone. You know that tainting the barbeque with sex noises is probably a bad first impression. That’s hard to remember, however, when Jeongguk fucks like he does.
He coos, his hips speeding up some. “No, don’t be sorry. So perfect. So good,” he sighs, “best I’ve ever had.”
“Just a little faster,” you plead.
The first time he fucked you, he told you he would give you whatever you wanted, and he’s never not done that. So he picks up his pace, one hand squeezing at your tits, the other at the meat of your inner thigh, and he feels how you tighten around his cock, pussy pulsing.
“Like that,” you sob.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple.
Like he spoke it into existence, footsteps sound outside the door. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you both put Nari down, but it sounds like everyone is coming in from outside. Distant chatter echoes through the thin walls, the thin wood of the bathroom door. Whoever was outside seems to have just been passing by, but it lights the fire.
“Gonna make you cum,” Jeongguk tells you.
You try to respond, but the fast pace of hips knocks the breath out of you, knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your hands scramble on the counter, trying to support yourself, but its hard when he just feels so fucking good inside of you.
The slaps that start to sound are thankfully muted by the material of your swimsuit still halfway tied on, because Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter a bit as he jackhammers his cock into your tiny cunt, deeming time a more pressing limitation than volume.
The frantic pace of his thrusts is an almost constant pressure on that magic, euphoric spot in your pussy. The pressure bleeds to pleasure and your arms and legs begin to shake, as your eyes are water from the effort to keep your moans silent, but you don’t know how much more you can take, if you’ll be able to keep quiet as he makes you cum on his cock.
“Can I cum?” you whisper, words fast and jumbled.
Jeongguk nods, swears as he keeps plowing his cock into you over and over again.
“Cover my mouth, cover my mouth,” you tell him, lewd urgency lacing your tone. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”
The way that you look and sound when you’re about to finish with his hand over your mouth is wet dream material. Your brows are pinched, almost worried looking as you nod, letting him know that you’re there. The moans that you can’t keep in are muffled and desperate sounding under his palm, and jesus fucking christ Jeongguk can’t keep looking at you when you look like that or he’ll cum before you even get the chance to.
He leans forward, presses his face into your cheek. “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he encourages. Demanding yet so sweet as he takes what he wants from you.
You shake in his hold when you do as he says. Muffled moans turn to muffled cries as he fucks you through it, as he keeps his fat cock thrusting in and out of your convulsing cunt.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl-” Jeongguk, whispers before he buries his face into your neck.
After cumming your pussy always gets so warm, so swollen and tight and wet on the inside. And he knows he should pull out, shouldn’t risk cumming inside of you, but he feels like he physically can’t pull out. Like it would be a crime to not paint your insides white, just this once. The instinctual urge to bury his cock inside of you wins out as he loses control of his hips.
“Gonna cum inside,” he warns you.
The way you shiver in his hold at his words, just spurs him on more knowing that you crave it as much as he does. When he moves his hand from your mouth you immediately say a soft, delirious, “Please.”
He’s always had a thing for begging but that single word has never sounded as good as it does when you say with his cock buried inside of you. You sound drunk on him, on the way he fucks you and touches you and takes care of you. It only takes a few more frenzied pumps of his cock until he’s spilling inside of you, barely audible, gasped moans filling your ears.
The afterglow is short lived. The blaring knock on the door makes sure of that.
“You guys are sick, there are children in the house.”
It’s Hoseok. Because of course it is.
Jeongguk just groans, and when there are retreating footsteps outside the door, you finally let yourself laugh.
“Do you think anyone else heard?”
“God I hope not, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“They didn’t hear the end of it either…” you tease.
Jeongguk puffs out a lazy laugh, his softening cock slipping out as he backs up. He looks down at your swollen pussy, sees the little drops of leaking cum. He takes his index finger and gathers it before pushing it back in.
“Bold,” you say, with a quirked brow.
He rolls his eyes. “Are you staying for dinner after we head back?”
His subject change makes you chuckle incredulously, but still you nod. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you’re staying the night?” he asks cheekily.
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, as if you weren’t hoping he would ask.
When you wake up in his bed, Jeongguk isn’t on the right side like he usually is. Instead, there’s a note letting you know that he’s in Nari’s room with her because she was fussy, along with a plan b and some flowers.
helloooo!! long time no see im so sorry for the lack of content im having horrible writers block 😁 but anyway~~ dilf jk!! hopefully the wait for part two was worth it, and that you liked it <3 if you did, pls pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask >.< feedback is so appreciated and i love talking to u guys <33 smooches cuties 😚 series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3
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moonchild1 · 3 months ago
♡my favourite fics 5.0 ♡
hi everyone here's this weeks list with some more of my absolute favourites, from now on I'll be doing individual lists for each member so I'm still deciding whether to post monthly lists of what I have been reading or just continue with the favourites lists... Yoongi and Taehyung's lists are almost complete so I will post them in the week along with Jungkook and Jins. Majority of the fics contain smut so no minors allowed. Please go and show these authors love and support they are truly amazing and deserve it ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics as well I would love to hear from you so share some of your favourites too especially if it's angst I'm a sucker for angst :)
s- smut a- angst f- fluff
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Undo by @moonnightyoongi f s a (cheating au)
clandestine by @junghelioseok f s (best friends brother au)
lucid dream by @growlingyu a (break up au infidelity)
the turing test by @fortunexkookie f s a (android au)
they don’t love you like i love you by @yeojaa f a (exes)
The dating plan by @jjkthclub f s a (enemies to lovers au)
prove a point by @mercurygguk f (Dad jk established relationship au)
play date by @mercurygguk (dad jk)
purple hair dye by @mercurygguk s (established relationship au) ↬jk with purple on the set of buttter need I say more people!!)
black dye by @mercurygguk s (established relationship au)
Meet me by the crashing waves by @sftcloudkook f a (summer love au)
heartbreak veterans by @hueseok f a (strangers to lovers au)
lost stars by @hueseok f a (roommate au enemies to lovers au)
I'm yours by @hueseok (arranged marriage au)
crush on you by @high-on-food f s a (best-friends to lovers au)
kiss it better by @jincherie s (college/uni au cheerleader!jk pining)
after midnight by @gyukult f s a (fuck boy jk friends with benefits au)
unlike me by @777guks f s (friends to lovers au)
way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia s a (infidelity jk's the oc's sisters boyfriend)
dont go by @jkstompers f a (roommate au)
lovefool by @citrustan f s a
even a forest fire dies out by @9uk s a (ex-boyfriend jk)
instant gratification by @dovechim s (fuck boy jk)
proposals by @pjxmin f s a (friends to lovers)
after hours by @ggukcangetit s
apartment 224 by @sugasbabiie f s (neighbour au)
all I've got by @btsjeonjazz f s a (bad boy jk)
roses, poetry and jeon by @seraphimguks f a (enemies to lovers au)
love talk by @blue-sidez f s (boyfriend jk)
rented hearts by @army-author f (rent-a-girlfriend au)
beg by @jinfizz f s a (friends to lovers au)
Lock and key by @farfromsugafanfic f a (best friends to lovers)
(not) just friends by @taecalikook f s (friends to lovers au fuck boy jk)
forget him by @yoonpobs a (unrequited love au)
little black book: your kindred spirit by @bluewhale52 s
just one kiss by @bangtsblossom f s
lose somebody by @kooala s a (exes to lovers au)
raindrops by @jiminiethot f s a (exes au) ft. Seokjin
stolen dances by @taeyohonic f s a (ceojk best friend jk my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses)
to all the men i've fucked before by @hisunshiine f s a
heavy metal by @hisunshiine s (fuck buddies)
(he)art thief by @latetaektalk f a
Umbrella by @skitsoulmaty f a (strangers to lovers au)
all that glitters by @minyfic f s a (unrequited love au college au)
Knuckles by @minyfic
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carnival rides by @geniuslab f s (summer carnival au)
endgame by @jjkthclub s (best friends to lovers au)
last christmas by @xjoonchildx s (exes to lovers au)
perfect by @btssmutgalore f s a (roommate au friends to lovers au)
mine for today by @httpjeon s (fake dating au)
want sum f*ck? by @borathae s (fuck boy jin college au)
Aperitivo by @bangtanbetchfics f s (chef jin chef jk) ft. Jungkook 🤭
A lovely little mess by @justimajin f s a (friends to lovers au) ft. Jungkook
home run @jinned f a ft. Jungkook
needy by @blue-sidez s (boyfriend au)
the courtship chronicles by @gukyi f a (friends to lovers au fake dating au)
start a new by @gukyi f a (exes au)
fire and desire by @joonbird s with some drama (fuck boy jin)
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bangtangalicious · 2 months ago
fuck me better (m) | jjk, kth
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pairing: jungkook x reader ft. taehyung x reader
summary: jungkook isn't happy when he finds out he's eating someone else's cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook's games
genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, slight angst, fwb!au, f2l!au, fuckboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook,  fuckbuddy!taehyung college!au
wordcount: 3.1k
warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, coercion, manipulation, jealous!jungkook, possessive themes, sloppy seconds, jungkook eats you out but taehyung came inside you first so idk is that cum play, rough sex, major degradation, spanking, choking, jungkook spits on you, breast play, oral, toxic relationship!!!, hate sex kinda, needy!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sweet!taehyung, bigdick!taehyung, praise, taehyungs HANDS. sorry. ehm. sex while intoxicated, mentions of alcohol 
a/n: this is a ~drabble~ from the fuck me forever au. it can be read as a standalone, but makes more sense if you read that so you can understand this jungkook. he's...something. s/o to this anon for the idea, hope you like it ;)
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“Baby…ohh fuck” Tilting your head back, you watched Taehyung’s beautiful, slender hands travel over your trembling chest. His touch was scalding, delicately wrapping his fingers around your throat. Thumbs pressing against your jaw as he looked at you, eyes dark with desire. Sweat painted his forehead as he flipped his hair back, before lowering back to you. Eyelashes brushing against your forehead as his nose nudged against yours.
The room was filled with surreal sighs, desperate moans and the intoxicating scent of sex. The roll of his hips, slow and deep. Your legs snug around his torso, hands combing through his hair, letting him know how much you adored every move he made. 
"You like that?" He growled, baritone voice vibrating against you as he gave a tight thrust, causing the bed beneath you to creak. You loved the feeling of him inside you, his large size was painful but stretched you out so good. You wanted to feel him deeper—wanted him to tear you apart.
“Y-you’re so big” You gasped, words flying out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your mind was numb. Hounded by the pleasure that overwhelmed your every nerve. Taehyung nuzzled into your neck, chuckling slightly at your comment.
“Yeah baby?” The hint of cockiness in his voice made you surge with wetness. He pressed his lips behind your shoulder, a sweet spot for you, causing you to sigh loudly in bliss. He was so incredibly close, but still wanted to feel you even closer. He wanted to be consumed by you—your scent, your body, your everything. 
"You can take it can't you? So good for me" He sighed, moving his lips behind your ear, kissing you softly as he picked up his pace, chasing a high he was trying so badly to suppress. "You're gorgeous. So fucking beautiful”
He meant every word, and you could tell. You pursed your lips, holding back the desperate scream you wanted to let out, suffocated by his praise as he fucked into you hard. Your breath hitching every time he pushed you closer and closer to the head of your bed. Making sure you could feel every inch he had to give as he came inside you, filling you to the brim.
Your lips found one another, eyes falling shut as you shared an intimate kiss. Taehyung stilled, pulling away to admire your face “Y/n” He whispered, a small smile on his face. It was still unreal to him. The fact you of all people were beneath him like this. His friends would kill to be in his situation—a fact he was well aware of. Even so, he had no intention to kiss & tell, content with wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.
You had been straight with him, you had no intention of starting a relationship. And Taehyung knew exactly why—because you were hung up on a certain good for nothing, insecure fuckboy who you claimed to be your best friend. Jeon Jungkook. He hoped over time he could show you that you deserved so much more. It’s for this reason he fucked you like a lover, despite knowing deep down that to you, he would never be one.
“I-I just can’t even fucking believe that you’re—“
Taehyung’s confession was interrupted by a loud BANG on the door. “Y/n!” Taehyung hissed, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jungkook’s whiny voice cutting clean through the beautiful tension that had formed between the two of you. “Y/n please open up!”
Taehyung could see the guilt in your eyes as you pushed him off of you, pressing a finger to your lips “Shit. Taehyung, I’m so sorry. Do you mind hiding for a bit? I’ll get him to leave but if he sees you here…” Taehyung wanted to scowl. If he sees me here then what?
“Y/nnn pleaseeee” The banging persisted, and the slur in Jungkook’s voice confirmed Taehyung’s suspicions. The boy was drunk. Of course. “I’m so sorry. You know I am. Please let me in…I love you baby please” Quickly you guided Taehyung into your closet, where he grabbed your wrist, yanking you into his chest so he could leave you with a chaste kiss.
“Don’t” He urged you, hoping—wishing you would just give up on him. “Don’t answer” 
But he knew his request was in vain. “I can’t just leave him there” You threw on an oversized shirt, barely covering your ass before sliding the closet door shut. Your legs trembled, sore still as you made your way to let Jungkook in.
Jungkook didn't miss a beat the second his eyes landed on you. He threw himself into your arms, lifting you slightly as he pressed you back into the wall. "Mmm" He sighed deeply, relishing your touch. "God I missed you" He pulled away, stroking your jaw as he gazed into your eyes. The bitter stench of alcohol evident on his hot breath “Oh baby I'm so sorry”
“Jungkook, seriously, you need to leave. Go home" You said sternly, drawing an annoyed groan from his drunken lips. He tapped his foot impatiently, gripping your waist against his. He was like a child having a tantrum as he pressed up against you, fondling your ass—unaware of the cum dripping down your thighs.
"I n..need you right now baby" He circled his thumbs into your skin, caressing you lightly "I just...feel like shit and..I don't" He inhaled sharply, blinking at you with pleading eyes. His words stuttering with need and urgency "I just need you. Okay. one else but”
You groaned internally as the larger boy pressed his mouth against yours, lips molding together seamlessly. Your taste was so familiar to him. So sweet and addicting. He could feel your hesitance, but knew if just fought long enough, you would give in to him. You always did. You couldn’t resist him. 
"I love you" He hummed, knowing how weak those words always made you "I love you so much it hurts” You pushed back against him, feeling him scowl as you broke the kiss. He began shaking you slightly. Hands sliding under your shirt to feel the expanse of your naked figure. Finding your supple breasts and pinching at the sensitive skin. He gripped them hard, pushing them together as he kissed the bulging tops through your shirt, looking up at you—blinking cutely.
“Please baby” He continued to kiss your chest before planting his mouth on them—wet over the soft fabric, not caring at how filthy he was being as he lapped away at you. Tongue circling your clothed nipple with warmth.
“Jungkook” You sighed in defeat as he bit down. You couldn’t deny you wanted him, and he knew that you did too. His hands trailed down your stomach, finding your thighs as teasing you. Spreading them wide so he could press up his pulsing bulge against your bare cunt.
Noticing this, Jungkook grinned “No panties baby?” He taunted you, lips latching onto your jaw “You want me. Don't even fucking deny it Y/n. You were waiting for me, sitting all pretty just for me weren't you?”
The thought alone thrilled him. If he asked you to wait, naked and tied up in a skimpy silk rope on his bed while he went about his day, letting him shove his cock into you—your mouth, your ass, your pretty pussy, whenever he wanted, however he wanted. Would you? Aroused at the prospect, he dropped to his knees, pushing your shirt up so he could admire your pussy—the pussy that belonged to him and no one else. He licked his lips in excitement.
“Tell me baby” He began to kiss your knee, gliding his lips up your smooth skin, higher and higher, closer to your trembling heat. His eyes glued on you, a hint of amusement at your undeniable willingness for him. He had you right where he wanted. “You really don’t want this? You want me to stop?”
Your breath hitched, at a sudden loss for words as you watched the boy let out slight moans and an exaggerated smack of his lips as he kissed all the way up to where you craved him most.
“That’s what I thought” He gripped your thighs, yanking your hips forwards so he could shoved his face into your drenched cunt. You squealed at the sensation, looking down at the mess of hair between your legs— who was now licking feverishly at your clit.
His tongue assaulted you like there was no tomorrow. Drinking you for all you were worth. He knew exactly what made your knees weak, all your favorite spots, the one’s that would have you screaming for him in a matter of no time. Flattening his tongue, he messily slid the muscle into your entrance, cock twitching at how blatantly soaked you were. He sucked on you hard, using his tongue to dig through your sweet juices.
Jungkook scrunched his nose as he tasted you. Something He couldn't quite place it. You tasted different.
His mind assured him it must be a result of the shots of vodka he had practically inhaled only minutes before arriving at your place. But he had fucked you drunk before. He pulled away, lips smothered in a glossy white as he gasped for air. Rolling his tongue inside his cheek as a thought occurred to him.
You didn’t. No. You couldn’t have. 
Shooting you a nasty glare, he suddenly shoved four fingers into your cunt. You yelped, caught off guard by the intrusion. You looked down at him as he pulled his fingers out, and with it a stream of Taehyung's cum. He bit his lip, jaw clenched to try to suppress his urge to scream at you. To slap you across the face once he realized what it was.
"Who" Jungkook growled, standing up as he grabbed your shoulders, harshly banging you against the wall. "Who's fucking cum is this Y/n?” He shoved those same fingers into your mouth, watching as you gagged on them. He no longer cared as you squirmed for air. Slapping at his wrists, desperate for his release. His other hand found your neck, squeezing it until your eyes were bulging.
You could barely speak, choking out before Jungkook loosened his hold, only to yank down his sweats—not even bothering to remove them fully before grabbing his hard cock and fisting it rapidly.
“You slut” He spat at you, causing you to flinch. “You really are just a dumb fucking slut aren’t you Y/n?” Spitting on you one last time, he ignored the way your face flushed with embarrassment as he turned you onto your chest, smacking his cock against your ass. His other hand tight on the back of your head, shoving your face up against the wall. “All the rumors are true aren’t they? You disgust me”
Releasing his cock, he smacked your ass with the palm of his hand, and when you let out a soft squeal. "You're a fucking bitch. Worthless cum dump. Let just about anyone cum right inside you, God”—he smacked you again, leaving a handprint on your tender flesh. “Filthy. Just filthy”
Gulping you called his name, voice soft, trembling—afraid. You had never seen him like this. He never spoke this way to you ever. And you hated yourself more because of the way it make your heart pound faster—in excitement.
"How could you?" Jungkook's tone shifted, hands sliding to cup your breasts as he rolled his erection into the nook of your ass. "How could you do this to me? I thought...I thought we were in love”
He pinched down on your nipples. "You're a fucking whore. You have no self worth what-so-ever. Here I am, on my knees for you every fucking night. And you deny me? How dare you. How dare you say no to me.”
You whimpered as Jungkook dug his nails into your chest, rutting onto you hard. "You feel this baby? Feel how hard I am for you, all for you. You don't care do you huh? You're just a fucking sell out. Letting anyone touch you. Don't you see that I can give you everything baby? Why, Y/n, why would you let anyone else have you?”
"I can do whatever I fucking want Jungkook" You hissed, voice muffled by the wall. Jungkook snapped. He yanked your hair, pulling your head back until he could look in your eyes. 
"When will you get it through your dumb, fucking, head, that you belong to me?" With that, he shoved his cock into you, ignoring your pained cries as he began to pound you furiously.
"Jungkook" You sobbed. He kissed your cheek, not slowing down as he continued to yell filth into your ears. 
"I've had enough. Stop playing games with me Y/n. You want me. I want you. You do, don't you? You love me don't you?”
"Yes...of course I do”
"Then shut up and fucking take it." He snapped, cock violently pushing through your walls, filling you with a burning stretch over and over again. "God you're so tight, how are you so fucking tight even after you let the entire campus fuck you silly hm? Useless slut.” He was ruthless, fucked you like a dog, not giving a shit whether it hurt you. If it did, you deserved it. 
"You're tryna make me jealous hm? Is that it? You like when I'm rough with you baby?" He smacked you again "You do. Don’t you. I can feel your pussy dripping all over me. Such a dirty girl. You need me. Only I can give it to you good. Tell me baby. Tell me how much you love it. Did the other guy fuck you as good hm?" He tilted your face, catching your lips in a deep kiss. 
Your eyes widened, as you recalled that Taehyung was still waiting in the other room. And here you were, getting fucked hard by your best friend.
"Say it!" Jungkook screamed "Answer me”
You couldn't. Because you would be lying if you did. "No" You kept your voice low, praying that Taehyung couldn't hear.
"Don't you see how hard this is for me baby? I don't want to be rough with you" Smack "But you leave me no choice. I mean," He scoffed, "What the fuck do you expect me to do huh? How can I be okay with this?" His cock impaled you, filling every crevice of you as he pulled your ass back, pushing in deeper. "I'm trying to protect you, why can't you just be grateful?"
He hissed, thinking about another man's hands on your body. The body that belonged to him. "You're mine. These tits" He squeezed them, "Mine. This ass" He smacked it, "Mine. This cunt" He slapped your pussy before thrusting especially hard "MINE." He twisted your jaw forcing you to look at him as he pounded into you roughly with every word "You. Are. Fucking. Mine.”
Jungkook's hips stuttered as he came. You gasped for air, feeling his hot seed bleed out of you, draining out onto the floor. You felt dizzy, with lust, confusion and heartache all spiraling through your head. Jungkook sighed, lips pressed on your nape as he held you still.
There was silence. Until finally you felt Jungkook's arms around you, hugging you tight. Like a child holding onto their toy. You could feel his heavy breathing, the pounding in his chest echoing yours. 
Jungkook’s mind began to clear. A pain surged deep within him at the reality he now had to face. He wished he didn’t, but he simply had to know. ”Y/n…w-who…who was it? Who fucked you?" His voice was timid. He looked like he could fall apart. "J-just tell me.”
Jungkook's heart dropped. He blinked at you, searching for a sign that would assure him this was some sick joke. He stumbled back, allowing you to turn around, fixing your shirt before you crossed your arms over your chest.
"I fucked Taehyung. In fact, I've been fucking Taehyung. Because I am a single woman and I can. You are not my boyfriend. And until you are, I can choose to fuck, and not fuck, whoever I want" You snapped, chuckling bitterly "You were right though, he didn't fuck me as good as you" 
"He fucked me better.” 
Jungkook gaped at you, words lost to him as you opened the door, "Get the fuck out. You and I are done Jungkook. I mean it”
Gulping, Jungkook carefully stepped towards you reaching for your hand. "Y/n...b-baby come on. L..let's just talk about this. You know I need you. You know I love you. Don't..." He inhaled sharply "Stop doing this to me. I can't take it”
"She fucking said get out" Your shoulders relaxed as you heard Taehyung's booming voice. The two of you turned to see the man, fists clenched as he came to your side, pulling Jungkook's hand off of yours. "That means, get out"
With ease, he slid his arm around you, ensuring Jungkook could see the way his hand landed at your hip, hugging you close. Jungkook looked at you one last time, pleading for a sign to stay. You wouldn't look at him. You couldn’t. 
“FUCK" He screamed, kicking the wall next to you “I love you Y/n. You know I love you. You know how I am and I know how you are. I’m the only one who could ever love you, don’t you get that? How could you?” 
Reluctantly you met his eyes, and what you saw in his absolutely crushed you—pure, utter, disappointment. Hurt. It made you stumble back into Taehyung’s hold as Jungkook stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Taehyung gently cupped your cheeks, turning you to face him. Your eyes trembled with pain. "Aw baby..." He pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. "Sssh...he's not worth it Y/n”
You shamelessly sobbed into his chest. At this point you no longer knew what to think. Your mind running a mile a minute as you tried to process the look in Jungkook’s eyes. You betrayed him. ”Oh God…I-I love him. I hate him. I hate him. So much. B-but I love him Taehyung…”
"I know" Taehyung kissed the top of your head. "I know you do" He tilted your face back up. "Come on princess. Let me get that bastard's cum out of you”
You sniffled, blinking up at him curiously “Huh?"
Taehyung captured your lips in a deep kiss, allowing you to explore his mouth with yours, revel in the sparks that the two of you shared, strengthened by the emotion of the night. Pressing his cheek against yours, you could feel his hot breath as he smiled.
"Baby. I'm gonna eat you out until you can't even remember that asshole's name."
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a/n: she finally got a happy ending! i guess! lol thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this subpar mess of a drabble. lmk what you think & have a great day ;) | masterlist
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swinterr · a month ago
batch 3
please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.
a for angst
f for fluff
s for smut
// for series
untitled | f by @cutechim
bad boy good things | // a s f by @yoonpobs
simply cute | f s by @httpjeon
untitled | f s by @mintelepathy
ah, mr. kim | s by @jjungkookislife
after hours | a f by @okayymochi
rich people shit | s f by @nochunae
high end | s f a by @zibermuda
tightrope | // a s f by @yslkook
inevitable | // f s a by @ahundredtimesover
white lies | s by @noteguk
streamer!jungkook | f s by @minloop
meet me behind the mall | s f by @onlyswan
bonus | f s by @minyfic
crazy over you | // a f s by @jimidol
appetence | s by @jiminimoon
nasty | s by @jeonsweetheart
thanatophobia | a by @gold-gguk
a call | f s by @follovvthelight
the art of playing | f s a by @venusiangguk
flashback to Malta, 2018 | f by @mercurygguk
why aren't we cuddling? | a f by @mintelepathy
if I could lie | a f by @alpacaparkaseok
the fact is | f a by @bangtanreadingcorner
the decree | f a by @buzzyybee
untitled | f a by @onlyswan
please love me: the honeymoon | f s by @ahundredtimesover
heartcuffed | s f by @v-hope
you should be more careful | f by @joonscore
come again and again and again | s f by @jjungkookislife
love trap | f s by @jiminsfault
tidal wave | f s by @jjungkookislife
permission to date | f a by @intokook
off the hook | f by @vantezza
untitled | s by @joonsgalore
sharp cookie | a f s by @minyfic
jk!crazy rich asian | f s by @hansolmates
watermelon sugar | f s a by @joonscypher
facetime love | f s by @7deadlysinsfics
bloody hell | f s by @personasintro
jungkook 2 |
anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe! please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet. if the links won’t work and i labeled some fics wrong please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!
again to all the writers, I LOVE YOU STAY SAFE ♡
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ggukkiereads · 5 months ago
Fic Faves | Mafia/Gang AU -  Jungkook
This is based on a recent ask for a Mafia!Jungkook.  I may be biased and did this right away since it’s my top AU/Genre as I mentioned here. I realized I’ve read about 100+ mafia-themed JJK fics (though personally, my favorite mafia fics are Yoongi-centric ones!). So if you’re like me who loooves this au, enjoy these treats!
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💌 I was not kidding when I said I fixate and binge on my favorite themes/AUs. I don’t think this is possible without these wonderful authors who planned and wrote these wonderful fics. I realize Mafia/Gang is not an easy genre to write about too so thank you for all these. Looking back, some authors here might not be active anymore (some fics are way back 2018) but please know, these stories hold a special place in my heart 💖💖💖.
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Please note that this genre is a mature theme. Expect explicit scenes of violence, sex, drugs, crime (not all fics though). Minors please DNI. Check the tags/warnings per fic too.
S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst | 🥕 - personal favorites
Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist.
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A Knight in Leather Armor @utopiannamjoon​ - feat Taehyung x Reader | series [6/?] | 43.6k+ | College AU, Biker AU, Enemies to Lovers (sort of), Gang AU, Bad Boy AU (kinda), Shy!Reader | A, F 🥕
Your life was changed when you accidentally bumped into a biker who then took you under his wing and through many adventures with his gang.
Angel in the Darkness @icyhobi​​ - series [11/11] | 54.4k | Mafia AU, Prostitute AU, Rehab Center Staff!Reader | A, S, F 🥕🥕🥕  
After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
A Shine From Our Own Distant Planet + That Time With You @yoongiment - two shot | 18.5k  | Gang AU, Aged Up!BTS, Aged Up!Jungkook | S, Heavy Angst  🥕
Those two years had a light in them. A shine from our own distant planet. I think that was the only time I was truly happy in my entire life.
Before You Go + Part 2 @barefacedjiminbias​​ - two shot [2/2] | 12k | Mafia AU, feat cruel mafia head Namjoon (OC’s brother), Doctor!OC, Friends to Lovers to Exes AU | A, F
Behind Closed Doors @tbtssstuff​ - series [1/?] | 2.9k+ | Hitman!Jungkook, College AU new student!Jungkook, Bulletproof is a feared gang in the city | A
(still ongoing! so far, looks promising)
Blackjack  @kpopfanfictrash​ - series [11/11] + drabbles | 96.4k | Mafia AU, mysterious 7th member of the gang dubbed as the “Shadow” | S, A, F  🥕🥕🥕
Bracelets @evangelene - series [11/11] | 37k | Soulmate AU, Mafia themes, everyone gets a bracelet and it turns black when you meet your soulmate (but one has to die by the other’s hand) | Heavy Angst  (author’s signature style 😁)
Break My Mind’s Eye @flowerwrites06​ - series [11/11] | 90k | Druglord!Jungkook, Fashion Designer!OC, Arranged Marriage, Explicit Mafia activities (check tags and warnings such as drug dealing, etc) | Heavy Angst (due to themes)  🥕🥕
Broken @nijoonie - series [25/25] | 49.5k | OC is the fiancee of the Rival Gang’s Leader, OT7 gang, Hurt/Comfort | A, F
Brutal and Benevolent @pretty-in-roses - series [6/?] | 11.8k | Soulmate AU, Mafia AU, Mafia Member!Reader, soulmates feel each other’s pain |  A, F
(just a bit confusing with the pronoun shifts)
Contradict @drowsymochi​ - series [10/10] | 34k | Gang AU, Gang Leader!Jungkook, Dancer!Reader, College AU | A, F  🥕
Crimson Park (Book 1) @heartbeatan​ - series [26/26] + Epilogues | 54k | Mafia-hired OC, Boss!OC, Crime AU, Mystery, Bookkeeper!Jungkook, Plot Twist (no spoilers here!), Strangers to Lovers, sort of Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F🥕🥕
Crimson Park: Road to Ruin (Book 2) @/heartbeatan - series [1/?] | 4.8k | post-mafia events, established relationship | F, A, S
Daegu Quarantine @yoongi-sugaglider​ - series [18/?] | 49k+ | Childhood Sweetheart, Best Friend AU, Gang AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, the smartest gang but encountered something right out of a horror film | A  🥕
(this is probably the most interesting series from the list because Zombie Apocalypse + Gang AU is a combination I haven’t seen before)
Dancing with the Devil @chim-chimmie​ - series [8/?] | 50.3k+ | Mafia, Casino AU, Crime Lord!Jungkook | A, S 🥕
Dangerous Love @jiminsmagicshop  - series [15/15] | 36k | Nurse!OC, former Neighbors | A, F, S
(author actually moved blogs and the chapters are being reposted)
Deep Six @bratkook​ - two shot | 40.3k | Rival Gangs, OC is Rival Gang Leader’s girlfriend, Biker!Jungkook  | A, S, F 🥕 (I love the gang/fight scenes =))
Drag Me Down to Hell @kimvtae - series [5/5] | 57k | Mafia AU, Mob Boss!Jungkook, Nanny!OC | A, F, S 🥕🥕
Drug Wars + The Real Drug War @plumblackjeon - series [5/5] | 22.8k | Mafia Heir!Jungkook, College (OC), Established Relationship (kind of? but hints of unhealthy relationship dynamics), Action/Drama, Crime AU | S (lots), A, F 🥕
(the ending could be confusing and I think author got asks about this so read their explanation)
Ephemera @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - series [19/19] | 119k |  Gang AU, Art History Student!Reader, Film Student!Jungkook, Art Student!Taehyung, Secret Identity, Drama | F, A  🥕
(this is more of a character-focused series and maybe not so much on gang/action scenes. It’s a great read =))
Exposure @btsbangtansauce - series, some parts SMAU form  [18/18] | 40k | OT7 Gang, “While having sex with Jeon Jungkook, Y/N suddenly realizes who he is and what he does. Panicking at this sudden realization Y/N makes a huge mistake”, some plot twist | A, S, F
I am still undecided who that person is (the end part)
If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids​ - series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers, Underground Fighter!Jungkook,  Hybrid AU  | A (so far) 🥕🥕🥕
It Burns, Doesn’t It + drabble @justoneday-namjoonii​ -  series [19/?] | 184.6k+ | Mafia AU, Drama, Heavy themes (see tags and warnings, OT7 but jungkook-centric | A, F
(so I remember reading this years ago but I haven’t read the chapters after 2018 but if you like mafia drama, read this)
Knife’s Edge @readyplayerhobi - series [4/?] | 29.7k+ | Arranged Marriage (Jungkook x OC), Infidelity themes (Jimin x OC), Mafia Heir!Jungkook | A, F, S
No Harm List @crazy4myself​ - series [10/?] | 93.5k | Gangster!Jungkook, Med Student!Reader, OC saved Mafia Heir!Jungkook one night | A, F 🥕🥕
Oath @bangtan-yeonghon - feat Taehyung | series [32/32] | 149k | Gang AU, themes of Amnesia, a bit of Love Triangle | A, F, S 🥕
Ocean Drive @tehyungqs - series [3/?] | 4.5k | College!OC, Bad Boy!Jungkook, “religious girl gets whirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob” | A, S
Parachute @awakeshedreams - series [9/9] | 29.3k | Boxer!Jungkook, Established Relationship, Boxing Gym Owner!OC (also his coach), Gang involvement, Action  | A, F, S  [2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9] 🥕
Perverted Bunny Mask @btsinned - series [14/14 + drabbles] | 87.5k | Assassin!OC, Gang/Mafia Themes, Action, Comedy (it is surprisingly funny, kind of twisted characters but so entertaining!), Psycho Jungkook who stole a kiss from OC as well as her gun | A, S, F  🥕
(the chapters are not linked so I recommend reading on AO3!)
Redefining Destiny @threeletterslife​ - series [7/7] | 21k | Soulmate AU, Enemies to Lovers, themes of Memory Loss, former Mafia member!Jungkook, part of the Love Chaser series | F, A
(It helps to read the first series (Yoongi) because Jungkook will refer to the story a lot)
ReFlex @hobeemin​ - series [4/?] | 22.6k+ | Mystery (surrounding OC’s family), Bakery Owner!OC, Gang AU | A (so far) 🥕
Ride or Die @katebacks​ - series [16/?] | 146k+ | Bad Boy!Jungkook, Drug Dealer!Jungkook, Established Relationship eventual Exes AU, feat Jimin, Drama | A, S, F 🥕
(because I like long dramatic series)
Run @neonlights92​ - series [7/7] | wc: not indicated but assume 30k total? | Arranged Marriage, Mafia AU, Unrequited Love (OC), best friend’s brother, part of the Mafia series (each member gets a story) | A, S, F 🥕
Secrets of the Seoul @pbandjk​ - series [7/8] | 45.7k+ | Teacher!OC, Noona AU, kinda Shy!Jungkook (but his work is a mystery in the beginning) | F, A, S
Sinners Never Sleep @waitinginthedarke - series [10/10] | 47.4k | Gang AU, OC daughter of Mafia Head, Assassin!Jungkook, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship  | A, F, S 🥕
Stockholm Syndrome @taleasnewastime​ - series [8/8] | 60k | Mafia AU, Strangers to Lovers, College!OC | A, S   🥕 🥕
Sway Me More + Sway With Me @hoseokmylovesworld​ - two shot | 22k | Mafia!Jungkook, Assassin!OC, Enemies to Lovers, Humor | S, A, F 🥕
(more on smutty but they talk about their respective “jobs”)
The Rabbit on the Moon @magicalsalamander​ - series [6/6] | 43.3k | Police Officer, Undercover, Mafia, Hybrid AU | A, F, S 🥕🥕🥕
The Wrong Victim @krreader - series [4/?] | 11.6k+ | Gang applicant (Jungkook), Mistaken Identity (Jungkook got the wrong target), Crack | A, F
True Crime @yeojaa​ - series [1/?] | 11.2k+ | gangster!jungkook, rival!OC, enemies to lovers | S, A, F 🥕
Undercover @gotfuckingseven - series  [8/8] | 11k | OT7 Gang, ex-Jimin, established relationship!Jungkook | A, S, F
What’s A King to A God @bangtaninink​ - series [1/?] | 7.7k | Mafia Head!OC, Right-hand!Jungkook (another clan), Enemies to Lovers | S, A 🥕🥕 (love this the bickering scenes are fun to read)
Wordless @gwoongi​ - series [4/5] | 17k | Hitman!Jungkook (John Wick au), Sugar Daddy | A, non-graphic S, slight F 🥕
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A Line Crossed @underthejoon​ - drabbles [2/?] | 1.4k | Bodyguard AU, Mafia Boss’ (only) Daughter, “ jungkook is a dead man, of that he is certain.” | A 🥕
A Touch of Silk by warofhormoan [ao3] - one shot | 10.1k | mafia au, werewolf!jungkook, bar singer!reader | A, S 🥕 (used to be on tumblr)
Arrow to the Heart @kidguk - one shot | 7.8k | Gang AU, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbor AU, Rival Gang, Sniper!Reader |  S, F, A 🥕🥕🥕
Blossom @dimpled-gukkie​ - feat Yoongi | one shot | 21.2k | Mafia Member!Jungkook, Mafia Member!OC (called Blossom), Florist!Yoongi  | A, F (uhm for some reason I was team Yoongi 😁)
Coin Toss @yoondoze​ - one shot | 25.3k | Exes AU, Mafia, Detective AU, reconcile for a mission | A, F 🥕🥕🥕
Change of Heart @/drowysymochi -  one shot | 7.2k | Gang AU, Tattoo Artist!Jungkook, Older Brother NCT Johnny (who might not approve)  AU | A, F
Concealed Weapon @gimmesumsuga​ - one shot | 10k | Mafia? Assassin? Established Relationship. Husband AU, Wife didn’t know his “work” | S, slight A, F  🥕🥕
(also one of the hottest smut scenes ugh. I know this is more pwp but you’ll feel how exciting, thrilling, and dangerous Jungkook is when the wife discovered and omg I still remember the scenes and I’m sweating now 🥵💦🔥)
**Dangerous Love @seulgiology​ - one shot | 3.7k | mafia!jungkook, established relationship, boyfriend au, kind of stubborn!oc, protective Jungkook | s, f  🥵
Falling Again @ughcore​ - feat Hoseok | drabble series [2/?] |3.2k+ | Gang Leader!Hoseok, Fake Marriage (Hoseok), Exes AU (Jungkook) | A, some S 🥕
(I’m actually torn? For some reason I was team Jungkook but as the story progresses  I’m starting to like Hoseok too)
Flame on Water @btsmosphere​ - one shot | 5.2k | Mafia AU, Assassin AU, Bodyguard!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort | A  🥕
Home is Where You Are + Drabbles [01 02 03 04] @sweetbunnykook​ - drabbles [4/?] | 3.2K+ | Mafia!JK, Former Agent!Reader, Noona!Reader, Expecting Parents AU, Husband AU | A, F, S 🥕🥕 (the drabbles are cute too)
Roulette @taesthetes - drabble | 1.2k | Mafia AU, Assassin AU, secret identity (rival assassins?), Heavy Angst |  🥕 [read on mobile]
Too Close @cutechim​ - one shot + mini series + drabbles | 14.9k+ | Rival Gang, Mafia AU, Boxed!Jungkook, Dad!Jungkook, Husband AU | A, S, F 🥕
Gangster!CEO @jungnoir​ - headcanon | 3.9k | Bodyguard!Reader, CEO Heir!Jungkook, Heir to Mafia activities too | F 🥕 (I guess something wholesome in this list)
The Bodyguard @letspurpletogether​ - drabble series [3/?] | 9.5k+ | Slow Burn, daughter of Mafia Head, Sub!JK, Bodyguard!Jungkook | A, eventual S
Truth and Lies Are Found in Kaleidoscope @bibbykins​ - one shot | 18.5k | Mafia AU, Grocery Bagger!OC, Soft Yandere!Jungkook, Unhealthy Relationship (please check tags) | A, S 🥕
This Isn’t Love, Darling @junqkook​ - one shot | 5.3k | Escort AU, Mafia!Jungkook, PWP | S
(I know this is more PWP but I like how “dangerous” he seems)
Kissing on My Tattoos @papillonsgf​ - one shot | 7.6k | Established Relationship, PWP | S, F
Mean @bonny-kookoo - one shot | 6.4k | Mafia AU, Nanny AU | A, F, S
Wicked Game @jkbec​ - one shot | 25.5k | Mafia, Horror, Killer AU, (themes of: abuse - jk’s past), open ending  | S, A
(I actually read this on ao3; it’s about twisted characters, well Jungkook specifically, but I also feel bad for him?)
My Beauty, My Blood @7cypher​ - one shot | 20k | Single Parent!OC, Mafia Head!Jungkook | A, F 🥕
Myth of Monsters @/barefacedjiminbias - drabble | 2.2k | Boyfriend AU, College AU. Secret Identity (OC didn’t know he is the son of an infamous gang leader, saw him get into a fight) | F, A 🥕
Pull Me Down @starryeyedgukk​ - one shot | 22.9k | Bad Boy!Jungkook, Gang AU, Tsundere!Jungkook | A, F  🥕🥕
Room 732 @untaemedqueen​ - one shot | 10k | same universe as Jimin’s The Bird Cage, Mafia!Jungkook, Courtesan!Reader, Strangers to Lovers, haunting by ex-girlfriend (passed away) | S, F  🥕 ( I remember thinking how unique the scenario is; I also think it’s a bit of a hurt/comfort fic 🥰)
Strike Three @avveh​ - one shot | 24.4k | Bratty daughter of Mafia, Bodyguard!Jungkook trying to outsmart one another | S 🥕🥕🔥
Take Me To Church @illneverrecover​​ - one shot | 5.1k | Gang AU, tattooed!jungkook, established relationship, some mean people on OC 😡 | F, S, A
Watchdog @kpopisthereasonihavenolife​ - one shot | 17k | accidentally eavesdropped and got recruited to mafia, Jungkook assigned to watch her | F, A 🥕
Youngblood @remembeo - one shot | 2.7k | Exes AU, Jungkook left and showed up after three years | A, S 🥕(i love the angst)
Protection @koosgrl​ - one shot | 16k | Heir!OC, Bodyguard!Jungkook, feat Ex!Taehyung, action, drama (betrayals but who’s speaking the truth? 👀) | A, S 🥕
When the Sun Goes Down @baepsaesbae​ - one shot | 2.4k | Enemies to lovers, Gang Leaders (OC and JK), some badass fight scenes (then 😉🥵💦 | S, F  🥕
What Do You Dream About @winetae​ - one shot | 9.8k | Strangers to Lovers, OC worked for BAF cartel in exchange of her brother’s freedom, Jungkook leader of another gang, Med Student!OC | F, S 🥕🥰
Carrier @yminie - part of a series | 2.4k | Strangers to ?, helped bloody Jungkook one night | A
Waste It On Me @byeoltoyuki​ - one shot + drabble | 21k+ | Journalist!OC, Gangster!Jungkook, stalker themes (my personal tag because he keeps a watch on her for work purposes)  | F, A
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🌷 ggukkienote: I don’t normally post AO3 recs since it’s easier to find fics on that platform but I couldn’t resist adding some:
↳ Black Flies by yeyeniejjung - one shot | 10k | 1950s | S, A 🥕
Jungkook's a wreak in the conservative society's eyes but you're always going to want him. After an ice cream date that turned into something more, you and Jungkook failed to realize that you both have something in common with the black flies trying to eat the ice cream.
↳  Fifth Columnist by xuhei (used to be heonseoks on tumblr) - one shot | 14.5k | A, F
DTA’s  youngest member falls in love with a girl who might not be who she actually says she is, not that he cares
↳ Scarlet Dragon by sunkissedwriter - series [9/?] | 22k+  Boxing, drug dealing, all mafia elements | A (so far)
You run one of the largest drug rings on the coast. Importing and exporting to anyone who will pay the price. You have a method, a code, its what has kept you the most feared and respected drug queen in the business. Cops, DEA agents, they have never caused you any worry until other gang heads start to run and fall. Spooked, you now race against the clock to find the connection before you're taken down next.
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↳ fics I wish would make a comeback, so who knows? 👀
Vendetta by jeonstudios - author removed series completely
Lion and the Fox by flowerwrites06 - author will turn this into an original fic
Periculum by baeseoul - author deactivated
House of Lilies by suqakoo - author deactivated and in their new profile, they mentioned they won’t be reposting old works
Run Rabbit by taetaemae - author deactivated
He’s the Devil by zibermuda - removed from catalog?
Put a Pepperoni On My Heart by jjkz1 - they just deactivated recently 😭
Motel 97  by incendiaryyoongi - author deactivated
-putting these here because who knows, if ever these make a comeback, you’d know these are fics to check!
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Some notes:
I didn’t include much PWPs (or scenarios that are just focused on the smut but nothing mafia-ish is going on. well, I added two 🤭)
There might be new releases too I haven’t read yet (will update this every time there’s a new good fic)
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🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =) 🌷 posted: 2021 May 16 | updated: 2021 June 29 (titles with **) 🌷 other fic recs lists
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soft4gguk · a month ago
to build a home | chapter nine
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Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc
Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.
Word count: 9.7k
Warnings: mentions of alcohol. best dad koo worried about the future 🥺, explicit protected sex!, oh boy here we go – edging, orgasm denial, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, dom!jk, sub!oc, they both have potty mouths so a lot of dirty talk, they’re so cute, jimin and lucy have no chill. i think that’s all!
Author’s note: i was in such a soft mood when i was writing this so i’m sorry if it gets very poetic whenever its their inner monologues and i’m sorry there’s a lot of inner monologue in this one lol – a lot of feelings are being felt! and explored! and the two of them are realizing things!! but i hope u enjoyed! thank u for being so patient with me and my god awful time management! i love every single one of you. thank u for the love u always send my way <33 i’m sending it right back! xx
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Chapter Nine
Jungkook bounces Soori in his arms, cooing at her excitedly, trying to coax her into showing her grandparents her most recent milestone.
“Come on, baby. Say daaa,” he begins, laughing slightly at her nonchalant expression. “Hey, let’s show grandma and grandpa, come on. Daaa,” he tickles her belly for good measure.
Her loud baby giggles fill the room, putting near stars in the eyes of her grandparents. “Da-da,” she finally gives, closing her chubby fists on her dad’s hand, attempting to push them away. When he ceases the tickles, she looks up at him, tentatively bringing his hand back on her round tummy and staring into his eyes as she waits for him to do it again. He does, emitting those sweet sounds from her once over.
“Oh! Ggukie.” His mother’s voice is soft, a rare occurrence that Jungkook doesn’t miss. “She is so smart. So, so smart.”
“She’s not even one, yet! She’s advanced.” His dad’s words shock him – never having been one for premature praise.
He looks at Soori, a proud smile on his face. She can break even the toughest of men. She’s magic.
“Right? She’s going to be walking in no time, too.” He brags.
“All before one, as well! You didn’t walk until one and a half.” His mother points out, the glass of red wine in her hand swaying a bit at her exaggerated motions.
“Honey, did you tell him about our birthday gift for Soori?” His dad asks, tone suddenly stern as he composes himself from swooning over his grandchild.
“No, honey. I was going to wait until her birthday next week. But since you haven’t practiced patience since 1973, I guess we can tell him now.”
Jungkook laughs at their harmless bickering. “You guys didn’t have to get her anything.”
“No, son. Trust me – this benefits you as well.”
“We have made a rather generous donation to the Saint Edgard School for Young Ladies. In your name, of course. Which consequently guarantees her a spot in their challenging day-care program and pre-school. Once inside she can look forward to a life filled with the nation’s finest academic curriculum.” Jungkook looks at Soori when he hears the world curriculum. His mother simply smiles, taking a sip from her wine.
“The nation’s? The world’s! Ggukie, it’s the education you received and I have to say, son…,” his father hesitates for a while, eyes fixated on the wall. “You have proven to be nothing but a gifted entrepreneur. It’s in your blood, of course. But it’s in the education that was provided to you from a young age, too.”
“It’s what landed you a safe spot in the Ivy Leagues, darling. We want the same for Soori. She has so much potential.” His mother adds.
Jungkook looks down at his daughter. She smiles at him, shining that bright smile his way – her tongue peeking from between her four tiny teeth. It’s a new habit she’s picked up and by far his favourite. He doesn’t doubt it, her potential. When he pictures her growing up, he sees her shining that light wherever she goes. He tries not to think about it much – far too melancholic of a thought for his own good, yet inevitable. All parents see the best in their kids, he knows. But he sees her in bright lights, full of passion and a world of talents.
That’s as far as it goes, though. He’s never gotten specific about them – ultimately believing that they were going to bloom on their own, not coaxed by him or the nation’s finest academic curriculum. Scratch that. The world’s.
It takes him by surprise, really. The approach a little too gentle for what his beliefs are. Or at least what he thought his beliefs were. He winces when he contemplates the possibility of Soori not wanting to pursue higher education – a bit dumbfounded at how not terrified he feels by the thought alone.
He realizes his thoughts are stretching into the future in astronomical lengths. Before this moment, he’d never even considered day-care. Didn’t even know it could be challenging.
He also realizes that when he pictured her in pre-school, he didn’t imagine her in plaid uniforms and grey walls. The image resembled something quite similar to what he’s seen when he’s picked up Dae from the library on Saturdays. A colorful space, screaming children, crayons scattered all over the floors. Someone loving and patient guiding her and teaching her – telling her stories.
“Thank you,” he says, deciding it’s better to not voice his thoughts. “I mean, she hasn’t even turned one. I don’t know how I feel about day-care just yet and ___-”
“Ah! That young lady is fascinating. But soft. This is Jeon blood right here son – pure and supple. She needs firm hands guiding her path.” His father speaks, raising from his seat on the couch and walking over to Soori, patting her head.
“It’s never too early to think about the future, darling. I would love to see a woman taking on the reins of our legacy.”
“The West End was always meant for great success, son. So were you. And so is she.” His father nods once, short and curt, before he proceeds to walk over to their dining space.
Jungkook’s mother walks over to him, handing him her glass before taking Soori from his arms. She falls into them seamlessly but not without looking back at her dad, that toothy grin adorning her chubby baby face.
It tugs at his heart – for reasons far beyond melancholy.
Too tiny of a person for too big of a future.
Too big of a soul, too.
“Baby, baby, baby! You’re doing it all wrong.” Lucy’s mock scolding is hidden by the giggles that fall past her lips as she attempts to teach Jimin how to perfectly plate pasta – scooped and swirled into a hypnotizing spiral he seems to butcher every time.
“Baby.” He feigns exasperation but his laughter fills the room, too.
“Hey! I was more than fine with eating it out of a bowl. You were the one that demanded I teach you my ways.” She defends.
Jimin looks at her, all attention lost from the plating and full focused on his girlfriend. “I always want to know your ways,” his voice is sultry and low.
You stare at them from your place, seated on top of the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in one hand, a piece of bread in the other. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you process sexual remark of the night number twelve.
“Do you ever rest?”
“Yeah. That’s how we re-charge.” Jimin answers your question with a wag of the brows.
“Jimin- ew.”
“Hey, don’t be mean to baby.” Lucy says, wrapping her arms around his middle as she goes back to supervising his scooping and swirling.
“Could never. You guys are cute.” You tell them.
Jimin looks up at you, a sweet smile adorning his lips that’s laced with pride and endearment. He treats Lucy as if he couldn’t believe she’s his and the sight alone restores your faith in humanity and all that is holy. Their love is pure – sincere and straightforward.
Their love is theirs but it makes you yearn. And long and crave.
Like watching a movie or reading your favourite book at late hours of the night – a world filled with comfort characters and an alternate universe where adversity is simply a road taken to fall into the arms of a lover.
You saw him today but you didn’t feel him. You couldn’t touch him, kiss him, speak to him in a softer, gentler voice. You couldn’t tell him how much you loved his new short hair – you couldn’t reach out and snake your fingers through it, caress his forehead, bask in the way his head leans into your touch. You missed him as he stood in front of you and you couldn’t even tell him.
His essence is normally enough but today you want nothing more than to have his body tangled in yours – than to share a world that consists of four walls and a bed, graced with love and soft whispers that fall from his lips at the beat of his touch.
Yearning for Jungkook makes you poetic but the feeling stems from something as elemental as wanting to wrap your arms around him as he scoops and swirls.
You can’t escape it, the longing. The way one person makes you crave for ten thousand feelings, all powered by a simple action that could conduct the most complex of reactions inside of you at the thought alone.
“What should we watch, lovers?”
You’re not Lucy’s only lover anymore. It makes you smile.
“Are you guys going to make me watch softcore 1960s porn again?”
“Hey. La Piscine is a cinematic masterpiece, Jiminie. You should’ve left it at thank you.” You retort.
“Thank you, ___,” he starts, making you smile proudly before he says, “for introducing me to the world of cinematic softcore porn from the 1960s.”
“Lucy!” You whine, but it’s harmless, making the three of you break out in laughter.
“Baby, why are you complaining? You enjoyed that.”
“When did I complain?” He asks, shooting a crooked smirk her way.
“Whatever. I get to pick the movie because all you guys do is kiss like- three minutes in.” You say.
“Fair enough. We trust you. Make it sexy so it sets the mood.” Jimin tells you.
“My pleasure, you weirdos.”
Laughter fills the room again, followed by loud cheers from the three of you as Jimin successfully perfects his scoop, swirl, plate!
The city lights illuminate the road, adding to the overall atmosphere Jungkook has settled upon the vehicle as Nirvana plays softly in the background. It wasn’t intentional but he lets it linger, finding comfort in how oddly out of reality it all feels – like he’s stuck in a dream, living a life that isn’t his.
Soori is staying the night at his parent’s house and as much as he prolonged his stay and extended his goodbyes, it was time to go. He will admit he sat in their driveway for a total of fifteen minutes, no aimed purpose in mind, just simply wanting to be there – just in case. She’s in good hands, he knows that. But they’re not his arms.
Or yours.
After a while he decided it was best to get on his way – go do something other than be a dad. But he also realized he was way too tired to be anything other than just that. In the end, it’s heavy duty and you don’t quite realize how much energy it takes from you until you’re sat in a red light all by yourself, no one depending on you or demanding your attention.
And perhaps this would all be enjoyable if his head wasn’t swimming in intrusive thoughts of a future, one he’s not even sure belongs to him just yet. He knows he’s responsible for providing for her, making sure she gets a good education and all the tools she needs to excel and develop but how much say does he have in the long run.
Jungkook knows that what anguishes him isn’t really her education – more so, who she will become. The values she will take on when she begins to think for herself, the decisions she’ll make – what will power them. Will it be kindness or greed? Passion or societal norms? Who will inspire her? Move her, shape her into being someone good enough to be thrown into the world and fend for herself. He knows parents have only so much say at a certain point – he is living and breathing proof of just that.
Will she see the world beyond her privilege? Have friends that expose her to every kind of circumstance there is? Who will Soori be when she’s not his baby anymore, but when she’s just Soori. Her own person.
The light turns green and he revs the engine, driving his car into a parking spot in the middle of the empty street. Once the car has come to a halt, he lets himself melt into the seat, head falling over his shoulders as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh.
He knows that ultimately; he plays a big role into who she will grow up to be.
Jungkook is not one to shy away from advice when it comes to parenting. After all, being a single parent is not as easy as one would think it is. All responsibility lands on him and that is great pressure that he oftentimes feels. He knows she’s still little, that there’s not that much actual parenting he can do but she won’t be little forever. She’ll need guidance and discipline – comfort and understanding. Decisions on decisions to be made, all which fall on him. On him and him only. It’s hard. And in times like these, when he’s hit with so much future all at once, it’s borderline terrifying.
She scares him sometimes – all that she could be. He thinks of her now, all plump proportions and sloppy kisses and it makes him laugh, how someone so little and naïve can produce such fear in him.
He wants her wonderous forever. Light-hearted and weightless. Mighty the way she is before she’s about to do something that lands him in what could very well be the early stages of a heart attack.
For some reason he’s not willing to dive into, this thought takes a turn and lands on you. It’s your face first. Then it’s your voice. Then it has less to do with you and more to do with how much he misses you.
He has half a mind, for anything but you.
He pulls his phone from his pocket – hand gripping onto the steering wheel as he presses onto your contact number and brings his phone to his ear. It rings for a while, his thoughts spiralling in that short time alone. What if you’re out with your friends? Having fun? Maybe you’re in a loud place and that’s why you can’t hear his call. Maybe you’ve seen it but you won’t pick up. What was he doing on a Friday night when he was twenty-three? The memories alone make him wince and cringe slightly. He’s about to give up when,
Your voice is a whisper and he frowns, slightly confused. Nonetheless, it’s comforting.
“Hey – did I catch you in the middle of something?”
“No, no. Not at all. Just cleaning up. It was pasta night. Jimin’s here, by the way.”
He smiles, feeling foolish over thinking you’d be doing anything but. “Sounds nice.”
“Yeah, it was. We’re gonna watch a movie now…,” your voice lilts at the end, sentence bordering on a question.
“What movie?” He only asks because he wants to hear your voice for a little longer before he has to let you go.
“Purple Noon. Hey, where are you?”
“Um,” he looks around, taking in his surroundings. “56th and 9th.”
“Oh. Why?”
He knows you’re asking more for Soori than for him and the realization tugs at his heartstrings. “Was just at my parent’s. Left Soo there.”
“Oh- you’re all alone?” Your voice grows softer all of a sudden and Jungkook let’s himself bask in it.
“Mhm,” he says.
“Well- um… you could- come over? We’re just going to watch a movie and crash, maybe have some wine. Just the three of us, nothing fancy-”
“That’d be nice.”
“Really?” Your question makes him laugh.
“Really, really. If they don’t mind, of course.”
“Duh. It’s your literal best friend taking up sofa space and eating all my snacks. Come, Koo. Don’t spend a Friday night all alone.”
You don’t know this but he needed to hear those words. Hell, he probably didn’t know it either but the comfort you provide is immediate – settling into his heart, making him feel safe in places he didn’t know felt unsound.
“Okay,” he says, voice airy and you can already feel him less tense.
“Should I- should I heat you some pasta?”
“No, baby. I just ate. But thank you.”
You’re fidgeting and you know your face gives it away. Lucy looks at you, piercing eyes over her glass of wine, raising a brow in your direction. You shake your head slightly and divert your gaze from hers.
Jimin is trying to find Purple Noon on the web – illegally, of course.
“This is going to put like- at least three viruses into your computer, baby.”
“No, it won’t,” Lucy defends. “Keep looking.”
“I can just log into my Amazon-” Jimin starts but halts his words quickly when he sees the way Lucy scowls at him. “No Amazon on your watch, got it.”
“I’m making Jimin an anti-capitalist.” She tells you.
“I’m not a capitalist!”
“You went to boarding school – it’s internalized, baby. It’s not your fault.” She strokes his cheek gently and even though he wants to defend himself again you can see the way her soft hands distract him. He gives into her and she gives into him. They’re perfect for one another, you think.
“How was that,” you ask, curiously. Aside from what you’ve seen in movies, you don’t know much about it and it sounds enticing for some reason.
“Eh can be fun, can be hell. It made me extremely homesick, though. Thankfully I had Gguk. But he was homesick, too so it was like the blind leading the blind.” He says. “Found it!”
“Yay,” Lucy claps her hands and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Just in time, the doorbell rings.
“Did someone order something?” Lucy says, slightly confused.
Me, you think but don’t quite voice your thoughts. You simply get up from the couch, walking the couple of steps until you’re unlocking your front door and swinging it open. It’s unconscious, but a sigh of relief passes your lips and he smiles when he makes out the sound. It turns into a grin when yours widens.
You hug him – hesitant at first since you can feel Jimin’s and Lucy’s piercing stares from behind you but it’s hard to focus on anything but him for two seconds too long. He feels warm in your arms. Safe.
“Come in,” you say, taking a step backwards so he can enter your home.
“Hey,” he greets his best friend and yours, giving a little wave.
“Heeeey, nice to see you, Ggukie,” Jimin, ever so lovingly, can’t help it but wrap Jungkook in his embrace, ruffling his hair a bit in the process.
He pushes him away playfully but gives up easily, chuckling and returning the action. “You too. Now get off.”
“Where’s Soo Soo?”
“Over at my parent’s,” he responds.
“Ah, oof. Hope she doesn’t leave there with table manners and new philosophical beliefs.” Jimin jokes but it only sends Jungkook spiralling – mind too vulnerable from his previous mental back and forth.
He shoots his friend a half-hearted smile and nods, a quiet huff leaving his mouth. “Hey, Lucy.” He says.
Lucy’s an easy-hearted person – takes her a lot to even reach the point of distrust or suspicion. But you are, to no one’s surprise, let alone Jungkook’s, her weak spot. You’re family to her and her instincts scream protect. When she’d first seen Jungkook standing in her doorway a week ago, an uneasiness settled upon her – mostly powered by uncertainty. Not knowing, not being able to be part of this secret that you two keep. The same feeling had sparked her just now when you’d open the door and he’d appeared – seemingly out of nowhere, even though she knows you knew he was coming.
All of her instincts tumble down the minute she sees Jungkook’s strained smile. Perceptive as ever, she sees something in him that perhaps not even his best friend does. The way his gaze is fallen, movements faltering before they reach the expressions he seems to mimic as opposed to sincerely mirror from a feeling. He seems lost.
“Hi Ggukie!” She greets back.
The pet name throws him by surprise – and even though it takes him a while to process it, he smiles at her. A genuine, kind smile that Lucy doesn’t miss, making her feel more at ease. Like she can let her guard down.
Call it emotional intelligence or gut feeling, but there’s a lot that Lucy comes to understand about Jungkook in the first five minutes he spends in her home.
“Movie’s all ready – shall we? Gguk, wine?” Jimin says as he heads to the kitchen to top up his own glass.
“No, thanks. Driving,” he reminds him.
Jungkook rolls his eyes but it’s matched up with a big smile. You can sense it, the way his guard comes down – the way he softens and goes back to that very root of being that you’ve learned characterizes him so well. The one that made you realize how much of a weightless soul he is. Yet, you can’t help but see the disdain in his eyes. You haven’t had much one-on-one time with him as aforementioned and as hectic as you know work has been, you’re also aware something else plagues his thoughts.
In the middle of your worry something shines through, though. A realization that has your heart skipping a beat.
He didn’t run.
Whatever weighs heavy in his heart he seems to be gatekeeping it but he came to you.
You don’t know how aware he is of his own actions but you also can’t help but acknowledge them. You might be in the dark about a lot of things still but it’s an easier road to take if you walk it with him. Side by side in your little couch that’s too small to fit four people. Lucy and Jimin might as well count as one considering how tangled in each other they are – all this to your advantage.
You sit down next to Jungkook, taking the middle of the couch – careful not to tip over your glass of wine. He looks over at you, a small smile adorning his lips. His gaze travels down to your hand and raises a brow when he sees the chocolate covered pastry you’re holding. An éclair, a family favourite in this house, courtesy of Lucy. You bring your hand up, offering him the sweet treat. You gasp a little when all he does is bring his face forward some and proceeds to take a big bite out of it, leaving you with a little less than half.
“This is what I get for being kind.”
He laughs at your remark, further melting into the couch and opening his arm to welcome you in it. You hesitate for a second but it doesn’t take a lot of mental back and forth for you to comply. He feels warm to the touch – another thing that characterizes him. The room is dark, a soft, chilly breeze creeping in from the open window that has the thin blinds dancing in the air, casting random shadows upon everything the light touches. You take advantage of this, shivering slightly before your body grows closer to his. His grip around you tightens and he squeezes a little. It’s reassuring – having him in your close proximity, basking in the intimacy of touch. Your most vulnerable side tells you his presence was a prayer answered. A reminder that when a feeling is this pure, it’s only a matter of asking and you shall receive.
The plot of the movie unfolds, your TV screen filled with dreamy sights of the Italian coast and sultry scenes between the attractive leads. You’re drunk on visuals, white wine and the way your every sense is powered by Jungkook. He smells fresh and clean. Feels warm and soft as your body melts into his, yet firm as your hand rests on his toned stomach. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing and when you let the moment consume you, you can hear it, too. You want to kiss him but you’ll count your blessings – reminding yourself this closeness is enough for now. Going off on muscle memory of what it’s like to feel his lips on yours.
Jungkook’s attempts to keep his attention on the storyline is futile. His mind fails him. His heart, too. There’s something so simple yet heart wrenching about spending a Friday night in your cozy apartment on a summer night – an old French film that requires his eyes shift from the moving images to the subtitles playing on your small TV. You sigh every once in a while, and he’s come to draw a pattern of the way your body unconsciously reacts to anything mildly romantic on the film. You’d probably have a million words to describe how he feels about you right now yet he can’t seem to find one.
Jimin and Lucy don’t hold back on their loving, shamelessly lost in each other – movie long forgotten. He can’t see much, the two of them safely tucked inside a big blanket in a makeshift cocoon. But he can hear it.
It’s ridiculous – the scene that unfolds around him. One he would’ve scoffed at if someone would’ve made the offer a couple of months back. Here, I’ll give you a Friday night full of slow burn romance in foreign films with a side of raging hormones. But right now, a feeling brews inside of him at a rapid pace. He smiles when he finds the word for it. He smiles because it’s one you taught him. Elation.
You’re snuggled against him and he looks at you, shiny eyes glued to the screen. He kisses your forehead – a chaste kiss that takes you by surprise, making you jump a little. However, he doesn’t pull back; lips pressed to the soft skin as his fingers play with your hair.
Your moment of bliss is broken by the lewd sounds of what you hope is only tongues coming together. You gasp and Jungkook laughs against your forehead, chest shaking a little from the giggles that escape him.
“Why does it sound wet in there?” You ask without an ounce of remorse.
Lucy throws a pillow your way, which Jungkook swiftly catches with his free hand.
“Damn, this movie’s long.” Jimin says, detaching his body from Lucy’s and leaning back on the couch. His hair is a mess and even in the dark room you can make out his swollen lips. Lucy doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her arms around him and humming in agreement.
“You two may be excused. I’m well aware no one is paying attention to the bit of culture I’m attempting to bestow upon you guys.” Your tone is playfully dramatic.
“I’m paying attention,” Jungkook lies.
“And that’s on you.” Jimin says.
Lucy giggles and all you can make out is a soft whisper as she nuzzles her face into Jimin’s neck.
“Sheesh, these two.” Jungkook whispers, audibly enough for you to hear.
“Tell me about it. The quieter they are now, the louder they’ll get later.”
He laughs. “Hey, wanna come over to mine? I can drop you off at the library tomorrow after I pick Soori up from my parent’s.”
You look up at him, big hopeful eyes that make his insides run like honey. “You sure?”
“Very.” He looks over at your friends who’ve resumed their prior activities. “Don’t wanna leave you yet. But don’t wanna witness Jimin out in the wild.”
“Strong point, Sir. Let me just get a change of clothes for tomorrow. And PJs.”
He pulls you back into his arms as you begin to get up, your faces inches apart. He pouts, brows furrowing. “No PJs.”
You stare at him for a second, breaking out in soft giggles. “Fine. No PJs.”
Jungkook opens the passenger door for you and the simple act makes you feel all tingly and warm on the inside.
“Thank you,” you tell him, closing the space between the two of you and pressing your lips to his cheek softly.
“Always,” he mimics your words from before and you only smile – afraid you’ll let out an endless stream of words and secret confessions that bottle up inside of you.
You see as he rounds the car from the windshield and when he catches you staring, he shoots you a smile. You make a mental note to tame your feelings, afraid that if you let them, they’ll start pouring out of you at an unstoppable rate.
“Your car has too many buttons.”
Your sincere observation makes him let out a loud chuckle. “Mm, yeah. I’ll give you that one.”
“Jungkook,” you say, about to fail the first attempt.
“I missed you.”
He looks at you, hand coming up to caress your cheek. For a couple of seconds, he just lets himself stare at you. You realize the way him not immediately returning the feeling doesn’t make you feel uneasy. In fact, his silence only allows for you to get lost in his gaze – his eyes telling you more than his words could, even if he tried. You smile.
“I missed you, too.” His words fall from his mouth, straight to your lips as he kisses you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. You both let out a long sigh, smiling against clinked teeth when you sync.
When he pulls away, he points a finger up, eyes following, as if remembering something. He reaches to the backseat of his car, retrieving a little box. He opens it, fingers reaching inside until he’s handing you an envelope.
“Miss Soori Blue kindly requested I pass along this invitation,” he says.
You smile, opening the white envelope and pulling out the card that rests inside. it’s white, too – the borders a pastel pink. His address, the date and the words I’m looking forward to celebrating with you! Adorning the top half. At the bottom of the page sits a pretty picture, made of what seems to be watercolours. Different animals painted on it – a lion, a giraffe, a koala, an elephant and a zebra, with comical smiling faces and birthday hats.
“Koo,” you say, nearly cooing at him. “This is so cute, oh my God.”
“She has good taste,” he says, rather sheepishly.
“Is it- animal themed?”
“Did you paint this?” You ask, fingers running over the animals.
“Kinda. I did it on my iPad. Hope she doesn’t resent me for it when she’s older.”
“Are you kidding? You’re like- the coolest dad. And, I’d love to be there.”
“We want you there. No office hours. Just you.”
You look at him, pondering on what he’s trying to say. “Are you sure?”
“But- your friends are going to be there. Your parents-”
Jungkook is aware of everything you’re saying. Perhaps these are all things he would consider more than once before asking you to be there. For Soori. For him. For the first celebration of her life he’s going to walk into as a single parent. For when he wants to double the love she gets, just so she doesn’t lack. He wants you there and life feels too heavy to deprive himself of you.
“It’s okay. I don’t owe anyone an explanation. Plus, you’re- a very important person in Soori’s life. I want you there.”
“Okay,” you say, looking at the invitation again. “How cool!”
He smiles, starting the engine. “I hope it all goes smoothly. I probably should’ve hired someone to help organize it but I think I’ve got it under control.”
There’s something about Jeon Jungkook, the CEO, organizing a Safari themed, all pink, birthday party that just plays with your heart.
“It’s going to be epic. I can sense it. I have an excellent radar for fun times. This one won’t miss, trust me.” He laughs, reaching for you hand and intwining his fingers in yours. “God, I can’t believe she’s turning one already. Time is flying by.”
He’s been hearing that a lot. From his friends, his parents, family – even Mrs. Chae. But tonight, hearing it gives him a wave of something other than the nostalgia he usually feels whenever he’s reminded his baby is growing up. Tonight, time flies feels rather literal.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?”
You don’t hesitate for a second. “A mom.” He looks over at you for a second before diverting his eyes back on the road. “Four-year-old me didn’t know girls could do things other than being moms or teachers. So, I wanted to be a mom. I would convince my parents to get me dolls with the, very honest mind you, excuse that I was practicing for when I grew up and became a mom.”
He swiftly stops the car at a red light, looking at you with big, curious eyes – already enthralled in your story.
“Then I grew up a little more and was hit with the infamous, you can be whatever you want! And in-between maybe five and ten I truly went through all the phases. I wanted to be a nurse. A veterinarian. There was this one summer where all I wanted to do was grow up so I could be a lifeguard. I heard my parents talk about my college fund once and I asked them if I could use the money to go to lifeguard school.” Jungkook laughs, head thrown back and nose scrunched, your recollection of the events so vivid he can almost picture it.
“Then I wanted to be a firefighter. At this point my parents were getting used to my hyper fixation with whatever new line of work I discovered next. The very last one I had before deciding I wanted to be a writer was probably the most shocking. I was walking through the park with my mom one day and saw this group of men in neon suits picking up litter from the street. I thought it was so noble of them – having just learned about pollution in school and the importance of recycling. I ask my mom what ‘those’ were called. She saw the police patrol supervising the inmates doing community work and simply asked me why I wanted to know. I told her that I wanted to do just that when I grew up. She nearly had a heart attack.”
Jungkook’s chuckles fill the closed space of the car and yours follow not too long after you’ve finished your story. His whole demeanour seems to change in a matter of seconds – expression softer and gaze gentler.
“I’m glad you pursued literature,” he tells you.
“Me too,” you say, smiling. “I was quite young. My parents thought it was another phase but I stuck to it. Now I’ve grown up and I don’t really know what I am? But… I think ten-year-old me would be proud.”
Your words settle into him – the realization hitting him at once. The beginning of an answer to the question that has been swarming his thoughts all night. Your words are comfort, once again. But more than comfort, they’re hope. They let him know it’ll be okay. You make trusting time feel easier. He looks at you, hears the stories of what makes you – of what formed you, and he feels at ease.
He then realizes that he doesn’t know what Soori will be. But that it doesn’t quite matter as long as she’s happy. As long as she’s able to look back at the road that made her and say she’s proud of herself. Of where she’s been.
Just like you.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” You ask, fingers lacing around his neck and caressing softly. He leans into your touch, eyes fighting to stay open at the blissful feeling.
“The blue Power Ranger.”
The night took a turn you weren’t necessarily expecting, yet you welcome it. Both your body and mind had been craving him in equal parts – not having felt his skin on yours since last Sunday. It’d been a rollercoaster of emotions of a day that the two of you wrapped up by seeking that physical closeness you’ve become addicted to. It did just that. Closeness. A moment so overwhelming as the two of you asked for more. Begged for more, as if you’d have the power to deny him. As if your body wouldn’t muster the strength needed to take him one more time, only to feel the euphoria of whatever his body flushed to yours did to your heart.
It was intense and afterwards it’d found you both quiet – two heaving bodies deciphering a world of feelings that took over the confined space of your room. Suddenly your bed felt too small, the walls too narrow, everything suffocating yet the feeling didn’t stop you from letting his arms wrap around yours, pull you closer – his breathing lull you into a deep, peaceful sleep. And when you dreamt, you dreamt of him. And even in faraway realities you could feel his touch on yours; the warmth.
In that reality you didn’t hold back the truth.
Amidst a forest of tall, green trees and white butterflies you spoke softly into his ear.
I love you. Once, simple. The truth untold.
He’d placed a kiss on your lips as he said his goodbyes – shushing you softly so you didn’t fully rouse from your peaceful slumber. You smiled, lips forming a pout as you lazily returned the kiss. It made Jungkook linger for a moment, eyes closed, lips locked in yours until he felt you fall back, resuming your sleep.
The week that followed came as fast as it ended, but only in retrospective. Only from the eyes that hold his right now, finally back in his atmosphere.
“What are you thinking about?” He nudges your calf with his foot – the two of you laying down at opposites ends of the sofa, glasses of wine in both your hands and the remainder of Purple Moon playing on the TV of his living room.
“I want you,” you speak your mind.
“Hm?” His foot travels upwards, running from your calves until they’re reaching your lower thigh before it's pushing it open slightly.
“Mhm,” you answer, shivers running down your spine as you give into his touch, your leg left leaning to the side. His head follows its movements, eyes shortly traveling to your center – the soft lace of your white panties catching his eyes. Your dress is short and it hikes up your thighs as you adjust your position.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
You ponder on it for a minute, suddenly shy. “I dunno. What do you want to do to me?”
“Don’t be shy now, angel.”
“I want you to make me feel good. Without holding back.”
“Yeah? Would you let me, baby?”
You nod your head slowly, eyes fixed on his that darken by the second. “Y-Yeah.”
“Come here,” he says, propping his glass on the coffee table before he’s settling back into the couch comfortably, legs stretching onto the long of the L-Shaped sofa.
You follow his movements, setting you glass down before you walk towards him, hovering for a second as to receive his next queue.
His arm reaches for your hand and you take it, letting him pull you into the sofa until you’re sitting down. You let him guide your body, arms softly turning you and pulling you to him until you’re sitting between his legs, back leaning against his front.
“Open up for me, baby.” He says as one of his hands traces a road downwards, until the tip of his fingers run down your inner thigh, tentatively close to where you need him the most. His other hand travels up, wrapping gently around your throat, fingers gripping onto your jaw, turning your face to his until his lips find yours.
You whimper into the kiss, a shiver running down your legs, goosebumps forming at his every touch. You give into him – parting your mouth until your tongues are licking at one another’s. He draws your bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting with a bit more force than usual. Your legs close around his hand and he squeezes at the soft flesh of your thigh, revelling in how responsive you are to his touch. Pliant and a little impatient as your hips begin to circle on their own, unconsciously drawing him closer, craving his touch.
When his hand travels up your legs fall open once again, melting into his body as the anticipation settles into you, the excitement growing, a build-up of days making you needy for that high, that explosion of feelings you know he can coax out of you in a matter of minutes. And when the touch comes, you sigh into his mouth, cunt pulsing at the feeling of his middle finger pressing on your clit over your panties. The buckle of your hips lets him know he’s got you right where he wants you and its signal enough for him to start drawing tiny circles against your little nub – his touch is light, barely there as the tip of his finger toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves. But as placid as his touch is, it builds up quickly and to your surprise, you can already feel the pressure building up at your lower belly; knees starting to shake and breathing picking up a puffy, erratic pace.
“You wanna feel good baby?” His voice is deep, a soft growl right in your ear that you feel right in your gut.
“Yes, p-please,” your voice is airy, almost delirious as his light touch begins to tip you over the edge.
“Then you have to be good. Can you do that?” Your mind is hazy, body following the feeling too and when you don’t reply his teeth nip at your earlobe, hips rutting against his finger.
“Y-Yes, I c-can,” you give.
“Are you close, baby?”
“Yes- fuck. I’m so close, Koo- please don’t stop.”
He lets you fall into the feeling, ever so close to reaching the ultimate pleasure he knows he’s able to grant you with just one determined touch. Your body so receptive, so fucking good for him as he’s come to know it so well – to read you so well, even in just a couple of weeks. Those instances are enough to let him know you’re dangerously close to fully breaking for him, letting go and falling completely. It’s right then that he stops, hand cupping your mound as you let out a loud cry. He can feel the unevenness in your breathing right against his chest.
“N-No- why, please-” your voice borders on a plead and it sends a jolt of electricity down Jungkook’s body.
“You’ll cum when I say so.”
His breath fans over your neck, hand pushing away stray hairs that have fallen onto your forehead, already sweaty as you begin to come down from the pleasure. You’ve never played this game. Never put your pleasure in someone else’s hands so willingly, entirely. It makes you feel slightly on edge – and quite literally. The nerves pooling in your tummy; the anticipation bittersweet.
“Have you ever done this?”
“No. I just- never understood it. Always too i-impatient.”
A low chuckle resonates down his chest and you can feel it in yours. “That’s okay, baby. You’ll be good for me and I’ll let you feel good. You’ll understand it.”
“I want to be good for you, Jungkook.”
“Yeah? My good girl?” His words get lost inside your mind as his fingers hook inside the hem of your panties, pushing them to the side. You close your eyes, both relieved and anxious to feel his touch again.
“Yes, fuck- I’m your good girl.”
At your words he gives in, fingers coating in your slick before they’re traveling upwards again, resuming the torturous pace on your clit. Your mouth parts in pleasure – the feeling ecstatic, moans lilting at the end until you’re whining at the feeling.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He teases your entrance, middle and ring finger pressing into your opening until you’re begin, a loose string of pleases falling past your lips. “What do you want? Use your words.”
“Your fingers- I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” your sentence morphs into a moan, a cry of pleasure as his two fingers thrust inside of you, immediately hooking up until they’re pressing onto your g-spot for a second too short, not letting you bask in it fully as he begins the push and pull – pressing every time they’re nestled in.
You grab a hold of his wrist, opening your legs further as you force him to still his movements – wanting to feel his fingers pressed into that spot for a little longer.
His laughter borders on mean and it only makes you pulse around his fingers. The hand that holds onto your throat travels up, fingers harshly gripping your jaw, making you look at him.
“You’re greedy, huh?” His question is rhetoric and perhaps you only nod your head to piss him off further. “My greedy little slut?” You nod again and his grip tightens, fingers hooking up inside of you – the pressure so intense it has your eyes rolling to the back of your neck. “Baby wants to learn the hard way.”
His last statement sets something off inside of you and before you can let out a faint response his fingers pick up force and pace inside of you – short little thrusts as he focuses on that spot, thumb adding to the pleasure as he circles your clit with it. Your wanton moans are laced with pleads, begin him to go faster, harder – more. He can feel your walls contract around his fingers, pussy getting tighter, voice raspier, chants of his name sounding borderline delirious as you begin to get lost in the feeling again.
“I’m gonna cum- fuck I’m gonna-”
But your words fall stranded into the air – body closing around yourself as he pulls his fingers away from your cunt, placing his hand on your lower belly as your body jerks in what feels like it’s walking a thin line between pain and pleasure. You cry out a string of no’s and he shushes you softly.
“Close your legs, baby.”
You do and like magic, you begin to come down from it yet once again.
Your body falls into his arms, falling slightly to the side as you try to stop your legs from shaking, a half-hearted attempt to ease your breathing back to normal. It’s impossible to settle down all the way but when you begin to regain consciousness you look up at him again, opening your eyes and meeting his dark ones.
“Please,” you beg.
“Shh. Lay down, baby.”
You do, with little body strength, you let yourself fall into the soft cushions of the couch. Jungkook hovers over you, sitting on his feet as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your arms reach out, wanting to touch him but you feel too weak. He holds onto your hand instead, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your open palm.
“You gonna be good for me, pretty girl?”
“Y-Yes- please just- fuck me, Koo.”
“Mm, not yet. I want to taste you first.”
He begins to lower his body, making himself comfortable between your thighs as he hooks his fingers on the hem of your panties. He pulls them off your legs, pushing your thighs open with his big hands. The sight of him between your legs alone has your mind falling back into that pleasure – your body quickly following.
“I’ll cum- I can’t,” you cry.
“Yes, you can. You’re so good for me, baby. So pretty like this.”
He places a kiss against your slit that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his face. His arm circles around your thigh until his hand is resting at your pelvis. He pushes down, making you press your ass against the sofa once again. He narrows his eyes at you, a stern and deep stay leaving his lips.
His head lowers, tongue parting your folds with a thick lick of his tongue that starts at your entrance, all the way to your clit. He minimizes the stimulation where he knows it’ll set you off just yet, instead using his tongue to tease around them – soft little kitten licks before he suctions slightly, your juices coating his chin in an almost pornographic way but he loves it. He loves every tell-tale sign of your desire – could hear your soft little moans grow louder with every circle of his tongue around your entrance, could feel every tug at his hair with every gentle flick of the tip of his tongue against your clit. He could bask on the warmth of your pussy – how wet and tight you feel around his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He throbs at the mere thought of knowing you’ll have him inside of you in a matter of minutes.
“Oh my fucking God- don’t stop, baby- please don’t stop.”
Your cries are so sweet, the skin of your thigh so soft around his hand that keeps it open. Your pussy so wet, filling the room with lewd sounds as he unabashedly eats you out. Devours you until all he can feel, taste, smell is you. How much you want him – need him. How much you unravel just for him.
He almost considers to give you just what you need the most. Too tempted by having you shaking and squirming under him – him too craving to feel you let go, fall into your release, hear every single moan he knows he can emit from you.
But he doesn’t.
He pulls away and looks up at you. His lips are shiny with your juices, tongue running over them to gather every last drop, licking them clean.
The come down is less abrupt this time – your body growing accustomed to being so close to tipping over, rapidly adjusting to the come down, though not sending you into any less of an agony. This time, though, it makes you hungrier.
You look up at him. That look on his face that doesn’t hold an ounce of fear when it comes to ruining you whole. Not an ounce of remorse over doing things to you that he knows won’t allow you to go back to whatever point it is you were since in before you came into his atmosphere – basked in the pleasure, revelled in the desire that has a first and last name.
When you speak, your voice is but a whisper.
“Please- fuck me. Do whatever you want with me.”
It takes him a second to process your words but when they finally dawn upon him his movements are determined – quick. His hands come to rest at the buckle of his belt, swiftly undoing it. He motions to your dress – “Off, baby.” You comply, with shaky hands, mustering every bit of strength you have left. Throwing his pants to the side, your dress follows the pile that forms at the floor. In perfect sync, your bra and his boxer briefs come off, too.
His cock throbs in his hand as he releases some pressure with a couple of languid pumps. He follows your movements with his eyes as you reach for your bag that sits on top of the coffee table and pull out a condom. He smiles.
“Was this your plan all along?”
“You said no PJs.” You bite back, bringing the foil package to your lips and tearing it open.
Jungkook walks closer to you, coming to stand between your legs, fingers lazily running down your slit, before he’s coating his cock with your juices. He thinks about what it’d feel like to feel you raw – take you like this, feel your tightness and warmth without a barrier. The thought alone has him rolling his head over his shoulders, a moan escaping his lips as he feels your small hand wrap around his cock – pumping a couple of times before rolling the condom on.
His hands grab a hold of your legs, pushing them onto the couch. His come to rest at either side of yours, pushing them closer until they’re completely closed. He grabs hold of your waist and flips you over in one swift movement. You gasp, the faint sound quickly turning into a whimper as you feel his lips dusting feathery kisses all over your back. He places one on each little dimple that forms at the curve of your ass and when he pulls away slightly, he lands a loud smack against the round flesh. You let out a loud moan.
“Is this okay, baby?”
“Y-Yes,” you reply.
He lands another one, this one with more force and you’re sure it’s bound to leave a handprint. The sting makes you close your fists around a pillow, whining in pleasure at the pain. You’ve never experienced anything like it before and giving into the feeling feels dangerous so it’s with a shaky voice that you say, “m-more.”
“Yeah?” Another slap, on the same cheek, the pain sending tingles down your body.
He wraps a hand around his cock, lowering his body until his front is flushed to your back. He lines himself against your entrance and when you nod, he pushes in, thrusting his hips into yours. You’re so wet you take him in one swift movement, hissing at the fullness when he bottoms out.
“Fuck- the tightest little pussy.”
“Your tight little pussy,” you say in-between laboured breaths.
“Yeah, baby. My tight little pussy- fuck. All mine.”
He pulls back, circling his hips as your cunt swallows his tip back in – short little pulses that send shivers down his spine as he can feel just how close you are. How much you’re holding back, how good you’re being for him. He pushes back in, the force of his thrust sending you further into the couch as a feral groan ricochets past his chest – throaty and deep. Everything about him – the way he feels, the way he sounds just adds to the pleasure. He fills you up so well, the angle just right making him hit repeatedly against that spot that has your toes curling and legs begin to grow shaky, right along with the cries you let out with every push and pull.
“That feels s-so good, Koo. I love your fat cock, please fuck me harder.”
He groans, body straightening, grabbing a tight hold of your hips before he’s landing another loud slap against your ass. He can feel your pussy clench around his cock at the contact, making him hiss in pleasure at the feeling.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I rough you up?”
“Y-Yes, f-fuck I love it, Jungkook. I fucking love it- harder, please.”
Your filthy mouth is all it takes for him to piston his hips into yours, the loud slapping of your ass against his thighs filling the room – mixed with your sweet moans and his deep growls as you begin to grow impossibly tighter around him. He squeezes your ass, hard grip on his hand before it comes up and slaps at it once again.
“Oh- oh fuck, Koo, fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m- can I cum, please- let me cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Cream my cock, let me feel you. Let me hear you.”
You tense up for a second, body hesitant to let go after being teased to exertion. But his movements never falter, hitting repeatedly right where he feels the best and it takes you a second to get there. You let go and the feeling throws you aback so abruptly it blocks your vision for a bit, tiny silver dots all you see as your lips part in a silent moan as your whole body begins to shake. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and when your voice finds you – it’s loud. Cries of pleasure and muffled chants of his name as your breathing grows erratic. You feel like you’re going to pass out, fisting at the pillows to ground yourself.
“Fuck, baby- yes.”
Your words are barely there but you manage to say, “please don’t stop fucking me, please don’t- I think I’m gonna-”
Jungkook doesn’t think he can last a second longer, his body growing weak as he falls on top of you, forearms holding him from crushing you as his thrusts grow sloppier. But he can feel the way your pussy pulses around his cock, signalling another orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Again baby, cum for me again- cum with me, ___.”
And you do. You let go, hand reaching for him, pulling his face flushed to yours, fingers tangling in his hair – feeling so overwhelmed it has you tugging at the strands with force. He hisses against your cheek, the airy little sound turning into a moan as he releases into the condom, cock throbbing as he buries himself deep inside of you, wanting to feel every last pulse of your cunt in perfect sync with his own.
He stays there for a minute – collecting himself and his breathing, dusting open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin his lips can find as you begin to come down, too.
You don’t move when he pulls away, too fucked out and exhausted – body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasms. The intensity of waiting until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Baby,” Jungkook coos, “let’s go shower.”
“Jungkook,” you call out his name, rolling over and onto your back.
“Tell me, angel.”
You simply outstretch your arms towards him. He smiles, cocking his head to the side before he’s picking you up – bridal style.
“That good, huh?” He asks, a smirk lacing his features.
“You always get so cocky after sex,” you say, nuzzling your face on the soft, warm skin of his chest.
“Well, I just made you cum twice so-”
“Shhh,” you tell him, a lazy, trembling finger pushing onto his lips.
He bites it slightly and you gasp, making him smile.
Your eyes stay closed as he walks the two of you up the stairs.
You look angelic – so soft.
You look like everything that he’s known to resemble love.
HI! i don’t even know what to say. they’re so soft, they’re so sexy. i really came for violence by making jungkook organize soori’s birthday party all by himself? AND HE DREW HER BIRTHDAY PARTY NVITATIONS TOO? lol i have no chill like that actually got me fucked up. ANYWAYS I TRULY HOPE U ENJOYED! if u did lemme know – you guys know i love speaking to u guys about my lil story and just chit chatting in general. i’m sending a million kisses ur way <3333 xx
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banqtanreads · 13 days ago
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september reads | navi
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SERIES | ongoing - ✐ complete - ✓
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➵ mind of mine by @yslkook (fluff, smut, angst) ✓
friends to lovers, badboy!jk, tattoo artist!jk
summary: you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now.
❥ my review
➵ lowkey by @xpeachesncream (fluff, angst, smut)✓
college!au, fake dating!au, friends to lovers, nerd!jk
summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damaged from an accident, all you have to do is held the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.
❥ my review
➵ from home by @gyukult (fluff, angst, smut) ✓
rich kid!jk, fake dating!au
summary: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any of his parents’ money. what if his mum suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behaviour and hues forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?
❥ my review
➵ after midnight by gyukult (angst, smut, fluff) ✓
friends with benefits, fuckboy!jk
summary: he only likes seeing you after midnight
➵ liquid courage by @xpeachesncream (smut, fluff) ✓
collection of oneshots, strangers to lovers, businessman!jk
summary: meetings with jeon jungkook consist if a little liquid courage to help you step out of your comfort zone.
➵ inevitable by @ahundredtimesover (angst, fluff, smut) ✓
exes!au, parents!au, baseball player!jk
summary: you convinced jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. now he’s back home, staring at you and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.
❥ my review
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➵ oreo’s… and electroshock couples therapy by @ladyartemesia (fluff, comedy, suspense)
enemies/rivals to lovers, fake dating, detective!au
summary: you and infuriating precinct playboy jeon jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. literally nothing goes according to plan…
❥ my review
➵ switch it up! by @bratkook (fluff, smut)
bass player!jk, friends to lovers
summary: you would have never expected your shy, innocent art partner to be the man on stage covered in tattoos.
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➵ (road) tripping for you by @latetaektalk (fluff, light angst)
road trip!au, strangers to lovers, summer!au
summary: it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.
❥ my review
➵ boyfriend material by @ladyartemesia (fluff, comedy, smut)
friends to lovers, slice of life!au
summary: you meet jungkook through mutual friends and your love story begins.
➵ spidey-spidey by @kookings (humor, fluff, light smut)
neighbour!jk, college!au, friends to lovers
summary: your neighbour slash crush jeon jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment and also kissing you.
➵ set on you by @bymoonchild (fluff, smut)
volleyball!au, setter!jk, college!au
summary: sports has never been your think, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit.
➵ sharp cookie by @minyfic (angst, smut, fluff)
exes!au, ceo!jk, fuckboy!jk
summary: what your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.
➵ heart taping by minyfic (fluff, light angst)
soccer player!jk, enemies to lovers, high school!au
summary: the problematic goalie of the soccer team just needed some TLC.
➵ hold your breath by minyfic (smut, fluff)
new relationship!au
summary: you and jungkook have a very heated make out session.
➵ try hard by @hobibliophile (fluff, smut)
rugby player!jk, college!au
summary: yoongi ask you to help him photograph the university rugby team and you’re reluctant until you see jeon jungkook in uniform. Damn.
➵ the whole of your heart by @lcksndkys (smut, fluff, v light angst)
summary: save a drum, bang a drummer.
➵ what is love? by @someonewhowannadielol (smut, fluff, angst)
badboy!jk, boyfriend!jk
summary: jungkook has a degrading kink. y/n does not seem to like it. also, jk is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.
➵ stay quiet by @hobidreams (smut, fluff)
boyfriend!jk, college!au
summary: you think the library is only a place for studying. jungkook convinces you otherwise.
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so much love and respect to these amazing writers!! <3
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blckjeon · 3 months ago
Everything Yandere AU ♡ JJK
❥ 18+ only ⎯ minors dni
s : smut, f : fluff, a : angst, v : violence
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⚠️ explicit/noncon/dubcon/gore/manipulation/toxic relationship/incest/kidnapping ⚠️
☾ @yandere-society
Scream (comedy, s, a, v) | boyfriend!jk
Roses (s, v) | rich!jk
Puppy love (v, s) | friend!jk
☾ @taequois
Allegiance (s, v) | king!jk
Head in the clouds (s) | bestfriend’s date!jk
Killjoy (s, a, v) | childhood classmate!jk
☾ @junqkook
Every breathe you take series (s, a, v) | classmate!jk
☾ @sweetbunnykook
Only you series (s, a, f, v) | photographer!jk
☾ @worldwidemochiguy
Sweets (s, f) | classmate!jk
Expection ≠ Reality (s) ft Taehyung | husband!jk, delivery guy!tae
Play date series (s, v) | boyfriend!jk
☾ @scribblemetae
Lucifer (s, a) | devil!jk
Thank you, baby series (s, a) | stalker!jk
☾ @kingsuckjin
Golden (s, a, v) | boyfriend’s bestfriend!jk
Ungodly beast series (s, a) | devil!jk
☾ @taechaos
Little secret (s) | step brother!jk
A thriller film (s, v) | director!jk
☾ @yumtete
Tastes so good (s) | step brother!jk
☾ @deepdarkdelights
10 seconds series (s, a, v) | stalker!kidnapper!jk
Predator (s, v) | vampire!jk
☾ @voidswan
Stalker (s) ft Taehyung | stalker!jk, stalker!tae
Corruption (s) | brother’s bestfriend!jk
☾ @chinkbihh
Pen pal series (v, a, s) | prisioner!jk
The unsaid vow prologue (a, infidelity) | husband!jk
Quarter quell series (v, a) | tribute!jk
☾ @dulcaet
L’amour fou (v, a, s) | psychopath!killer!jk
☾ @99liners
Kaiho (s, a) | husband!detective!jk
☾ @chimoona
Beneath the ground series (s, a, v) | florist!jk
Stay (s) | stranger!jk
☾ @go1denjeon
Taking over you series (s, v, a) ft Taehyung | ex-bf!idol!jk, idol!tae
☾ @koosbabygrl
M.I.L.F (s) | son’s bestfriend!jk
☾ @aphrodites-koo
Love me again (s) | hybrid!jk
☾ @jkeuphoriadreamland
Out of shadows (s, v, a) | assassin!jk
The dark prince series (a, v, s) | prince!jk
Illicit photography series (s, a, v) ft Yoongi | collegestudent!jk, professor!yoongi
☾ @cosmostae
I love everything they wrote, check out the masterlist (s, v)
☾ @nitaescence
ずっと私のそばにいてね。(s, f) | yandere!half-brother!tae, dandere!nerd!jungkook
☾ @itskimtaehyung
Dollhouse (a, v) | yandere!ghost husband!jk
Alibi (v, s, a, its actually psychopath!killer au. really graphic, my head hurts when i read this. too much blood) | detective!jk
☾ @angelicyoongie
The crimson shell (v, a, s) | merman!jk
☾ @sombreboy
Clipped wings (s, a) | king!jk
☾ @goldngguk
A dangerous game (v, a) | boyfriend!jk
☾ @flowesona
Sleepaway (v, s) | campcounselor!jk
☾ @smileysuh
Nefarious (s) ft Taehyung | stalker!taekook
☾ @flowerwrites06
Break my mind’s eye (s, v, a) named belle | mafia!jk
☾ @bangtangalicious
Death valley (s, v) ot7 | gang!au
☾ @roses-ruby
Bunny cam (s, v) | stalker!jk
Sinner (a, v) | killer!jk
☾ @jungcock
Fatal attraction (discontinued but still worth reading) (s, v, a) | boyfriend!jk
☾ @jingabitch
Owned (s) | hybrid!jk
☾ @harryspet
His to keep (v, a) | idol!jk
☾ @theneondemonx
Houdini, prequel (s, a) | husband!criminal!jk
☾ @royallyjoon
Flower petal (a, v, reincarnation) | king!jk - friend!jk
☾ @primarybts
American dream girl (s, a) | idol!jk
☾ @soobsfae
Daunting (s, a) | son’s bestfriend!jk milf!oc
☾ Agentlin
I’ll be your teacher (s, v)
☾ Jinnieppang
Jungkook (s) | step brother!jk
☾ Kpopyandere
Promise (v) | boyfriend!jk
Friends (s, v) | friend!jk
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howlsboba · a month ago
brownies make everything better | jjk
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→ summary: the summer starts and your bakery shines in the middle of town. though business is booming, you wouldn’t have expected young ceo, jeon jungkook, to be hiding in the far corner of your cafe.
→ genre: fluff, strangers-friends-lovers (ceo!jk, baker!oc)
→ words: 3.3K 
→ warnings: age-gap, tattoos, alcohol use, swearing, lots of sarcasm, playful threats, jungkook has bad parents, mentions of death, f the media!!, oc tries to be intimidating sometimes, sunoo from and chaeryeong from itzy are here
→ this au is pg-13!
→ a/n: this is part one! read part two and part three here ^^
 “Here are your lemon squares.” You said with a soft smile, handing a man a box full of treats. 
The day couldn’t have been longer. Summer has started and all the kids from the nearby schools have been hanging out at your cafe. You couldn’t be more thankful that business was booming, but you were understaffed. Before this, you would only have a few regulars and tourists who rented the AirBnB next door. 
“Y/N, the tart shells are ready.” Hoseok, your older brother, said as he washed his hands. You gave him a curt nod and tapped a newbie’s shoulder to take over the cash register. “Chaeryeong, I’ll leave the counter to you. If you need help, Hoseok is over there making coffee and I’ll be in the kitchen.” You told her before entering the bakery part of your business. 
Humming to yourself a nice song, you carefully dragged the tray of tarts closer to you and started filling it in with pastry cream. Swaying around, you brought out some sliced peaches and arranged them decoratively on top of the cream. Once you were finally satisfied, you brought them into the cafe and into the (what you called) “display fridge.”
“These are wonderful, Hoseok.” You whispered in awe, “Tart shells baked golden brown with perfection!” Your older brother eyed you up and down, squinting his eyes in the process. “You’re starting to sound a lot like grandma.” He mumbled, then walked away.
The sun set and you already had the bakery closed. Some of the cafe’s lights had already been dimmed, but one customer was still inside. You nudged Chaeryeong and raised a brow, “Who is that?” She shrugged with a small pout, “He ordered a coffee and brownies two hours ago and has just been sitting down there since.” You gave her a pat on the back before helping her pack up, “You go home and get some rest. You’re fresh out of high school and I don’t want you to feel too tired.” 
“How about that guy over there?” Hoseok asked in a hushed tone. You gave them reassuring smiles, “I’ll take care of it. Hobi, bring Chaeryeong to her condo and drive safely. I’ll take the train home.” You proposed, gesturing for them not to argue. Waving them goodbye, you let out a small sigh before walking back into the cafe. 
“Hey.” You said calmly, “May I have a seat?” You asked the man wearing a mask. He looked at you hesitantly before nodding. You sat right in front of him, then noticed how he looked away from you. Taking a deep breath, you put your hands on the table, “So, what’s your deal? Why are you still here?”
The man chuckled, “Is that how you treat your customers?” He asked teasingly. “Only the ones that are shady.” You replied honestly, making the man laugh once more. He removed his mask and you nearly gasped. “You know who I am, don’t you?” He said, “But I’ll be polite. My name is Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” Jungkook then smiled, reaching out his hand. Carefully shaking it, you looked him in the eyes. “I’m Jung Y/N, co-owner of this business. Now, why is the famous CEO of SERI Corp in my humble cafe?” You questioned him.
“I’m hiding. Being 23 and being CEO of a huge company… It’s a bit boring sometimes.” Jungkook said as he took a small bag, handing you a wad of cash, “Let me stay here for a bit more.” You stared at the paper bills with disinterest, “Sorry, sir. We’re closing in a few minutes.” He feigned offence then snickered, “Fine. I see you’re an honest woman… I just need a place to hangout for a bit.”
Raising a brow, you relaxed into the chair and crossed your arms, “You own a company, and you wanna hangout? You shouldn’t be slacking.” Jungkook mimicked you, raising his brow up high, “I’m young but I know my responsibilities. Take a look at me… Does it look like I’ve been slacking?”
Now that he mentioned it, he didn’t look like it at all. Jungkook’s eye bags were dark and round while the tan skin that you usually saw on TV was now pale. You watched him as he slowly blinked, looking like he’d fall asleep any minute. “Are you done?” He asked with annoyance in his voice, “I just need a place to get proper sleep. If I go back to my house, my secretary is probably there with folders of the next project.”
“I don’t know where you can stay.” You said, sighing as you stood up. Jungkook let out a whine, stomping his foot on the floor, “Not even a friend’s house?” You stared at him in disbelief before pulling yourself together, “I don’t have friends.” He cocked his head to the side, “Why did you say that with so much confidence?”  
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“So tell me… Why is a multi-millionaire in our apartment?” Hoseok asked, gaze switching between you and Jungkook (who was looking around your tiny home). You sighed, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water, “The kid just wants to crash here for the night to run away from his responsibilities.”
“I am taking a break, not running away!” Jungkook gasped, hand on his chest. Rolling your eyes, you walked past him, “You can sleep on the couch. It unfolds into a bed.” Jungkook squinted his eyes at you before nodding, “I guess I’m not in any condition to complain.”
Hoseok pulled you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, “Are you crazy?!” He cried in disbelief, “First, you bring the Jeon Jungkook into our shabby apartment, then you make him sleep on the couch?!” Hoseok chewed on his nails. “Chill out, Hobi.” You said, “It’s better than letting him sleep in our rooms.”
Your older brother nearly fainted at that, “You’re right! You really are a genius.” You shrugged, “Something mom only passed to me.” You joked quietly, making Hoseok snap his neck towards you. “I have a question. What does he think of the coffee I made for him?” He asked you with worry. You almost hit him right then and there, “You ask him for yourself, coward.”
Walking out of the room, you met eyes with Jungkook. “Don’t look so scared, kid.” “Stop calling me that.” He said, pouting before following you into the kitchen, “I’m an adult! I’m 23!” “I’m the adult. I’m reaching 30.” You said simply, “Fine, you’re a young adult who just so happens to have more achievements than I do.”
“Don’t need to be so bitter.” Jungkook mumbled before taking a seat by the island. You chuckled before boiling some water, “You hungry, Mr. Jeon?” You asked him. “As a matter of fact, I am.” He replied, “What’s for dinner?”
You gave him a soft smile before opening a cabinet, “Choose your poison.” “These are just different brands of cup noodles.” Jungkook pointed out, quite unamused. “Hobi and I are too tired to cook, so these will do.” You explained, “If you don’t like it, you can order something else.” Jungkook sighed in defeat.
“You’ve never had cup noodles?” Hoseok exclaimed with wide eyes. Jungkook shrugged, “They never let me anywhere near them.” “Rich people live sad lives.” You commented before slurping up some noodles. Hoseok then nudged your ribs, mumbling a very sharp ‘watch your manners’.
It became silent as you all inhaled the hot cup in front of you, the news from the tv being the only thing audible. It’s been a while since you and Hoseok had a guest stay at your place. Though Hoseok was a social butterfly, he hasn’t had the time to invite someone over. 
Deep into thought, the loud voice of a news reporter cut through your daze. “We are now in front of SERI Corp’s building, waiting for young CEO Jeon Jungkook to come down for a few questions regarding the plagiarism rumor on their new game!” The female on the screen announced, “It is said that Joy-EON will be filing a lawsuit for this.”
You looked back and forth between Jungkook and the TV. Something in your heart hurt when you saw his quivering mouth. Grabbing the remote, you swiftly changed the channel. “Thanks.” The young man mumbled, not looking any of you in the eyes.
“Wanna talk about it, Mr. Jeon?” Hoseok asked him, trying to meet his eyes, “It’s not like we have anyone to tell.” You agreed with your older brother. Who were you going to tell? The media? No, you hate them and how they twist things up to make a “juicy” story,
Jungkook sighed, resting his head on his hand, “Joy-EON and SERI Corp were partners for this project. The use of gacha in our games and the weapon mastery in their games was a good collaboration. However they took away the part that we were included in this too. They released their announcement 1 hour prior to the planned time. Now SERI Corp is being accused of plagiarism by the media.” He explained, jaw clenching every now and then, “Everything was too much for me, so I took a break.”
“And now you’re in a messy apartment eating cup noodles with two idiots who bake and make coffee for a living.” You said in hopes to make the mood lighter. It worked, Jungkook laughed and Hoseok let out a bright smile. 
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 [4:43] Mr CEO: i’ll be there in like 15 mins [4:43] You: alright. i’ll have your brownies heated up and hobi make your iced coffee. [4:45] Mr CEO: see you in a bit, my little ray of sunshine :) [4:46] You: See you in a bit, pain in my ass ><
Jungkook coming into your cafe became an everyday thing. He would hide out in the far corner of the cafe, waiting for you to close up so you two could hang out. You did enjoy his company, and he seems a little less tired nowadays. 
“Chaeryeong, can you clean those tables please?” You said as you put some brownies in the microwave, “Another newbie is coming in tomorrow, so we can start to ease up just a little bit.” The teen nodded enthusiastically at that, “Okay, Y/N.” “She’s been very cheerful lately.” Hoseok whispered as he took a tall glass.
“Jungkook has been giving her help with her college applications during her break, so she’s a little less stressed.” You explained to him, making a smirk form on his face. “I see that things have been doing well since we got the new regular.” You heard Hoseok say as he went into the back room.
“You should loosen up a bit, Y/N.” Jungkook said as he helped you knead the dough. You scoffed at his recommendation, “Says the one baking in a suit and tie.” He gave you a sarcastic smile before removing his jacket and tie, then unbuttoning the top of his shirt, “There.”
Maybe it was the fact you decided to use scented candles, or his soft gaze as he helped you roll the dough; you were stuck in the pool in his eyes. “Why do you like brownies so much?” You asked, breaking the unfamiliar tension in the room. He looked away quickly before clearing his throat.
“My grandma always told me that brownies make everything better.” Jungkook mumbled, focusing now on shaping the dough, “She would make me a batch of brownies whenever my dad would scold me for not getting a perfect score on a test… now when I have a bad day, I have a brownie and some coffee.” 
You dropped the dough and faced him, “You know what my grandma told me?” Jungkook hummed in acknowledgement, now facing you, too. “She told me that hugs make everything better.” You smiled at him before engulfing him in your arms. 
‘Jungkook, it’s your first time being touched by a female. Calm down.’ He thought as he slowly returned the hug, burying his face into your shoulder, ‘Thank you, Y/N’s grandma.’ “Your back is tense.” You commented suddenly, “What happened at work today?” 
His eyes widened, “...Nothing.” “Liar.” You mumbled, focusing on the dough once more. He let out a light chuckle, “The President of Joy-EON visited the office today… It wasn’t very pretty.”
“Why’d they visit?” You asked him, “Is it about that game? I thought you guys were able to work things out.” Jungkook shook his head, “He wanted to know just how I was staying out of the media. I haven’t been on the news in a couple of weeks.” He scoffed, “Kim Taehyung and his brother Seokjin are trying to make an enemy of SERI Corp.”
You pouted as you patted his back, “Don’t let them get to you, Jeon… and don’t kill me for putting flour on your shirt.” You whispered the last part. Jungkook stared at you in disbelief, “You are unbelievable.”
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You checked your phone once more, “I wonder if he’s alright.” You said to yourself, brows knitted together. Jungkook hasn’t texted you or visited you in 4 days, and it worries you a lot. ‘Maybe he was just too busy.’ is how you would convince yourself to not worry about him too much.
“We closed up the bakery, Y/N.” The new employee said. You gave him a smile and packed him a cookie, “Here you go, Sunoo. You’ve been doing very well.” He gave you a thumbs-up, “Thank you.”
You looked to your left and saw Chaeryeong wiping the counter, “Oh! Honey, no need. I’ll do it. You two have worked so hard today.” You cooed as you carefully took the rag away from her, “Hobi, can you escort these two to their apartments, please?” Hoseok nodded, “Sure, I’ll just get my bag.”
“Y/N, are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Sunoo asked, “There’s still so much to clean up.” Chaeryeong smirked, “She’s just waiting for Mr. Jungkook. I really hope he shows up this time.” “Yeah… I hate seeing Y/N so down.” Hoseok butt in, whispering so that only the young ones can hear.
You waved him goodbye as they left the cafe. Sighing to yourself, you proceeded to close up the cafe. Staring at the clock from time to time, you wiped every table in the cafe. It was almost 8:30, so you decided to mop the floor. 
Fall leaves decorated the sidewalks, and yellow trees painted the sky. Summer couldn’t have ended any sooner. Maybe you and Jungkook could have seen this beautiful view together, but you quickly shook that thought away. The cold breeze hit your face as you threw out the trash. Sighing to yourself, you walked back inside only to see Jungkook standing there with a gentle smile.
Immediately, your eyes widened as you ran into his embrace. The hug tightened and you buried your face into his chest. “Y/N, I missed you.” You heard him mumble into your ear. Heartbeat racing, you pushed him away, “You’re drunk!” “Am I?” Jungkook slurred with a soft smile, “I brought some for us to share… and some dinner!”
“Y/N, that’s enough drinks.” A now sober Jungkook said, taking the soju bottle away from you. You scowled, “I’m older than you! Treat me with some respect!” “This has nothing to do with your age.” He told you as he rolled his eyes.
Gathering all the empty beer cans and the empty soju bottle, Jungkook watched you fall asleep on the table. “You’re lucky I like you.” He warned before carrying you - bridal style to his car. He heard you snore loudly and mumble some inaudible things. Chuckling to himself, he looked over to your unconscious form, “...Now where do you live?” 
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Opening your eyes, you yawned before turning on the bed. The sunlight hit your eyes and you buried your face in your pillow. ‘Wait. Sunlight?!’ You thought before sitting up. Your room had no sunlight at all; you always kept the curtains closed. Looking around your surroundings, you found yourself sitting on a king size bed. The room was big and… kind of empty.
A door opened and you met eyes with the person who came in. “Oh, you’re awake.” A shirtless Jungkook said, smiling before approaching you. “Stop right there!” You yelled, refraining from looking down at his toned body, “How did I get here, and why does my throat hurt?”
Jungkook raised a brow, “Geez, Y/N. Don’t get the wrong idea. After work last night, I was forced to attend a company dinner, but snuck out to see you after a few drinks. We got drunk, I brought you here because I didn’t know how to get you home, and put you on my bed while I slept on the couch.” He explained carefully, taking slow steps to get to you.
“No funny business?” You asked for reassurance, “Cause my throat really hurts.” Jungkook shrugged, “No funny business. You probably stress ate my brownies. Plus, I wouldn’t touch anyone without their consent.” (CONSENT IS IMPORTANT, Y’ALL!!)
You stood up and walked right in front of him, “Why didn’t you text me?” You asked, trying very hard not to look at the abs in front of you. ‘Damn this height difference. If only I would’ve been a little taller, then my neck wouldn’t hurt so much.’ 
“Work.” Jungkook mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, “Why else?” “I thought you died!” You exaggerated, making big gestures with your hands, “You couldn’t sneak in a little ‘I’m still alive!’ in between breaks?!” 
He held your hands down, before moving down to be at your eye level, “I thought you knew me. I’m the CEO of SERI Corp; Taking breaks is not an option. The Chairman was watching me like a hawk.” “Who is this stupid chairman anyways? He sounds full of shit.” You asked, rolling your eyes. Jungkook laughed before sitting on his bed, “My father.”
Your jaw fell at that. “Oh. I’m so-” “Don’t be. He is, indeed, full of shit.” Jungkook said, interrupting your apology, “Dad just wants us to be the best, not caring if we’re feeling good or not.” “Sounds selfish,” You pouted, slouching next to him.
A broad smile painted Jungkook’s face, “He is. Why do you think my mom left us?” “OH?!” You exclaimed in shock, almost falling off the bed, “How do you say that so casually?” He just shrugged, “Eh. She was sleeping with the board members. I was born with bad parents. My grandma made up for that, though.”
“How about you? I heard your family was kinda messed up, too.” Jungkook asked, now lying down with his hands behind his head. “My parents separated in highschool because dad was sick of the ‘family’ life. Mom and my grandparents died in a car crash after college. That’s pretty much it.” You said, laying on the opposite side of the bed.
A warm pillow then hugged you, “I’m sorry.” Jungkook muttered, forehead resting on your nape. Ignoring the fact he was big spooning you, you faced him and returned the hug, “We probably look like koalas.” You joked, making him laugh.
“Did I do anything stupid while I was drunk?” You asked, a little fear in your voice. Noticing the silence behind you, you turned to look at him, “Did I?” “No!” Jungkook exclaimed with red ears, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I want some brownies and coffee.” Jungkook said, catching you off guard, “Are you free tomorrow?” You let out a soft hum, “Why?” Jungkook looked into your eyes with a soft smile, “A new amusement park just opened and I was wondering if you would like to go-” “Jeon Jungkook. What are you doing with a female in your bed?!” You heard a deep voice say by the door.
“Oh, fuck.” You mumbled with wide eyes.
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koorosie · 2 months ago
Favourite Jungkook Fic 🐰
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I have included One Shots and Drabbles here. Series and Two Shots are in another list.
None of the fics in the list is mine. These belong to some amazing, creative and wonderful writers. Go check them out and read their other fics. Also like, reblog and /or comment there 😊
One Shots || Drabbles
✩ Granite Glow @namjoonchronicles | Angst, Fluff ( Husband Jungkook au)
✩ Twenty Four @deerguk Fluff and Fluff (Husband au. It's really so cute 😍)
✩ The Second @untaemedqueen Angst, Fluff (Jungkook parents au)
✩ Stay @sahmfanficbts | Angst, Fluff (Hurt/comfort fic. This one is really good and healing. OC has depression but she is hopeful)
✩ Somnolent @forgottenpasta Fluff (Roommate au. Cute and funny characters)
✩ Busted In Busan @hansolmates | Fluff, Angst (Christmas au. Painter Jungkook)
✩ Year 22 @guklvr | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Childhood friend au)
✩ @jeonstudios
Deal | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Devil Jungkook au. There is a little twist)
Wherever There is You | Angst, Fluff (Hurt/Comfort fic. Broken marriage/divorce au)
✩ The Millionaire and his Lover @gukyi Angst, Fluff, slight smut (Best friend au)
✩ Let Me Drive @wtf-yoongi | Fluffy fluff ( A very cute and fluffy fic. Shy Jungkook. Jungkook and OC went on a little vacation)
✩ Amortentia @jungkxook | Fluff, Slight Angst (Harry Potter au)
✩ In Your Time @introkookie | Angst, Fluff (Shy Jungkook but very cute)
✩ Boy Meets Evil @koorara | Fluff and Fluff ( So fluffy. OC, Jungkook and a cat 🐱)
✩ @jimlingss
Date in A Box | Fluff and fluff (Just full of fluff like a cotton candy)
Dynasty | Angst, Smut, Fluff ( Historical, royalty au. This one sooo good. You will basically watch a movie while reading this. I love it so much ❤️)
✩ Sweets @worldwidemochiguy | Fluff (Soft Yandare Jungkook)
✩ So Close to Perfect @seok-jinnies | Angst ( At first hurt but you will get the comfort eventually)
✩ Late Supper @secretmischief | Angst, Fluff, Smut ( Idol Jungkook au. OC is hurting at first but fluffy ending)
✩ Crush @jungxk | Angst, Fluff, Smut ( Idol Jungkook au. Jungkook lost his memory)
☆ @venusjeon
His Service | Angst, Smut ( Historical, royal au. This one is really angsty. I cried 😭)
l'aquelarre | Angst, Fluff, Slight Smut (Fantasy, Magic au. Witch Jungkook)
From The Depths | Angst, Fluff (Historical, fantasy au. Siren Jungkook)
✩ War-time Child @ktheist | Angst, Fluff (Fantasy, magic au. Slight Harry Potter au. Jungkook is the one with magic)
✩ Webslinger @lemon-boy-stan | Angst, Fluff (Jungkook Spiderman au)
✩ Tangled Thoughts @mimikookie | Angst, Fluff, Slight violence (Jungkook Spiderman au)
✩ Feed Me Fight Me @yeojaa | Angst, slight smut ( Jungkook fighter au. OC is very understanding. Hurt/Comfort fic)
✩ Are you going to stay @hollyhomburg | Angst, Fluff, slight Smut (Jungkook Idol au)
✩ Second Chances @parkhabits | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Jungkook husband au. Almost divorce au)
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