#jungkook marriage

[jeonfics]

birthday boy | jjk

pairing: husband!jk x wife!reader

genre: married couple au

warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble i’ve ever written and posted. my writing skills aren’t the best but i hope you enjoy 🥹 i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irl🫶🏽

“okay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,” you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkook’s destination on your phone and he’s 1 minute away from the house.

his parents, older brother’s: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.

ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadn’t seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldn’t go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.

you hear the sound of jungkook’s car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.

“baby i’m home!” jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.

“hi! how was work?” you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.

“eh. the same. you weren’t at the porch today?” he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.

“sorry i was doing something,” you say hoping he doesn’t think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit you’re wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. it’s nothing special but definitely something you wouldn’t normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didn’t have work today and did tell jungkook you’d be at home all day, so he knows you didn’t go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.

“baby, who told you to look so beautiful?” he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. he’s taken aback by your reaction because it’s also something you normally wouldn’t do- refraining from a kiss.

you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.

“uhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.”

“you look gorgeous baby. don’t worry you won’t be bored for long,” he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you don’t want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.

“baby what happened? are you mad at me?” he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.

“no of course not. you just need to wash up first.” you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.

“but you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit more” he winks. “and my birthday’s in two hours,” he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. “i had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-“

“jungkook!” you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. you’re most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where you’re not clingy or touchy around each other’s families. not because you’re scared they’d judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when it’s just the two of you. pda isn’t really your guy’s thing.

“aw come on baby. why are you getting so shy for” he laughs. “it’s just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didn’t wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and it’s the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-“

“no no jungkook you didn’t do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then we’ll eat dinner,” you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing it’ll be for the both of you. you’ll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.

“let’s take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.” he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while you’re still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.

“oh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!” you whisper loudly. he’s confused why you’re whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but he’s faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kid’s eyes. “great” you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. he’s always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesn’t know that yet.

“baby i’m sorry but you know i can’t hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,” he licks his lips leaning towards your face, “i was hoping for us to start now,” he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.

luckily you’re saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. “hate to break it to you but you can’t be so horny tonight baby.” jimin follows and says while laughing, “yeah baby, don’t mean to ruin the fun but you’ve got company.” they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.

jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as he’s surprised by who’s in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.

“what’re you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?” jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.

“happy early birthday!” jimin says while ruffling jungkook’s hair.

“it was all y/n’s idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,” taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“surprise!” you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.

jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. “thank you thank you thank you!!” he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.

“anything for you, you big baby,” you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.

he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. “you guys heard nothing.”

your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. they’re not the only one who heard everything, you three think.

“aw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,” jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“well we’re not the only ones who found it funny” jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.

“w-what do you mean?” jungkook looks at you three confusedly. “who else heard?”

“close your eyes okay?” you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.

“no peeking!” you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesn’t fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.

“baby what did i just hear?” jungkook asks.

“you’ll see on the count of three okay?”

you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkook’s favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.

you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkook’s face.

“okay 3…2…1…”

“SURPRISE!!!” you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.

“i missed you guys sooo much.”

“we know sweetie. we did too.” his mom says and kisses his cheek.

“happy birthday son. we’re so proud of you.” his dad says shortly after.

you see jungkook’s eyes glistening and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.

“i can’t believe you guys are all here. this doesn’t feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i could’ve asked for.”

you’re all touched by jungkook’s words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that he’d have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day he’d see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.

“don’t thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.” you gush at his mom’s words and let out a soft “thank you” to her going over to give her a hug.

jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers “i’m so lucky.”

the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.

when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.

jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. “thank you so much baby. i really don’t know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously don’t know how much you mean to me y/n.”

“i do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,” you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss that’s sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and it’s just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair that’s parted in the middle. “i love you so much my love. happy birthday.”

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[margotw10bis]

Friendly Marriage.JJK Drabble 1

bestfriend!Jungkook/husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: drabble; fluff (non-idol Jungkook)

Words: 1k

Synopsis: Jungkook and you go to a bar with your friends but your best friend feels unsecure

"Steal My Girl" drabble from Friendly Marriage (this takes place after Jungkook and Y/N got married and before the main story)

"Oh come on! Stop pouting" You urge Jungkook, pinching his cheek

He growls and claps your hand away. He is still mad about what happened to the bar earlier, even if it has been more than two hours. 

It was a great evening, Jungkook and you enjoying the great company of your friends. You had at good laugh, joking about how your friends asked you again if you were dating. You denied it but maybe the fact that Jungkook had his arm around your shoulders, basically cuddling you, was disturbing. It didn’t help that you buried your face into the crook of his neck when alcohol started making you tipsy. 

"You’re okay, wifey?" He asked softly in your ear and you hummed for a response 

The light movement made your lips brushed against his throat, sending shivers down to Jungkook’s spine. He tightened his hold and pressed you deeper against his side. He pecked the top of your head. When you lifted up your head and looked around the table, you definitely saw the look on your friends’ faces: ‘there is no way they aren’t dating’. The message was clear at the way they eyed you. 

You smiled a little when you remembered that it was after a night like that, hanging out at the bar with those same friends, that Jungkook had the crazy idea to get married not so long ago. 

"He’s my hubby" You said, just like it explained everything 

"You are married but not dating. That doesn’t even make sense!" Jimin exclaimed with frustration 

"It does for us" Jungkook stated "I love Y/N and she loves me, because we are best friends"

Your friends gave up on reasoning you that best friends don’t get married. Sharing a look with Jungkook, you both knew that yes, best friends get married if they are the most important person in each other’s life. You were the living proof of that and Jungkook pretended to give Jimin the finger but lifted up his forefinger, shining with the recent silver band. 

So yeah, honestly, everything was great. Until you went to the bar desk and ordered drinks. Well, the problem was not that. The problem was that a fucking guy approached you and flirted with you. At first, you smiled politely — because you are too nice and too sweet to tell people to fuck away. But then, when the guy became more insistent, you felt like you had to give him a big fat ‘no’. You showed him your ring. Yet, the guy didn’t fucking care. 

At first, your best friend/husband watched the scene almost amused. It wasn’t rare that you were hitting on and honestly, Jungkook can understand why. You are so pretty and when people get to know you, they can only love you. But you clearly notified the stranger that you were not interested. Then why was he still insisting? 

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to stand up with a irritated growl and join you. He got a bribe of the guy’s words ‘Come on, sugar, he doesn’t have to know’. That fucking pissed him off. He strategically places himself behind you and wrapped his tattooed arm around you to bring you against his chest. He hold you tight and someway he relaxed when your left hand landed on his forearm and caressed it to calm Jungkook now. You knew that your best friend could easily punch the guy, especially with his boxing license — but that was exactly the reason why he couldn’t punch anyone outside a ring. He said something like ‘I’m the husband so get the fuck out of here’. The harsh tone and the noticeable clenched fists seemed to convince the stranger to skedaddle.

Since then, you have kept teasing him. It’s not your fault he looked like a jealous boyfriend. Well, you know that Jungkook is protective over you but, sometimes, it feels like he is getting a little too much into the ‘husband character’ — maybe you are too. Just an example of that is when Jungkook was making breakfast the other day and that you hugged him from behind, enjoying the warmth coming from his naked back. You even gave him a peck, rewarded by a pleasant hum from Jungkook, before you realized that it might be a little too much for best friends and absolutely right between spouses… 

"Sorry for ruining your one night stand" He mumbles as he falls on the couch 

"Come on, Kookie" You tell him softly

You sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

"I know you did it for protecting me. So I thank you for that. But you have to let me deal with those situations, I’m a grown up woman" You explain, drawing circles on his chest with your fingers because you know that will ease him 

There are so many things that you know about each other. 

"I know but I was just worried. I hate that everyone is trying to steal you from me" He confesses 

You lift up your head to look at his face. You hate to see a hint of pain in his beautiful doe eyes. How can he think that? Jungkook is the most important person in your life. Didn’t he listen to anything you said on your wedding three months ago? ‘Thank you so much for being in my life and loving me. I’m the luckiest person on Earth and I will keep being it as long as you are with me’. Didn’t he get it? 

"Kook" You say so lowly that it’s almost a whisper "No one is trying to steal me from you" Your best friend scoffs at that "And I’m not willing to let anyone do it. Look at the ring on my finger" You lift up your left hand "This is a promise. I promised you and you promised me. This marriage is you and me. And it was your idea so you’re stuck with me now"

You both chuckle and Jungkook grabs your hand. 

"You and me, forever" He tells you, making the same promise all over again

#bts fanfic #bts #fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jjk #jjk x reader #bts drabble #drabble #friendly marriage #friendly marriage drabble

[mikrokcsmos]

Chubby Bunny

synopsis; in which your son steals the show, and hearts of thousands of people.

pairing; idol!jungkook, dad!jungkook x non idol!reader, mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, marriage au, dad au, PTD LA au

rating; PG-13

warnings; best dad jungkook will destroy your ovaries (along with best uncles as well)

w/c; 2,077

a/n; y’all writing this gave me so many feels, my heart is full. pls leave some love. like and reblog if u wanna see more <3 this is a repost from my old account.

Your son, Hiro’s, favorite song was Permission to Dance. Especially since his father, Jungkook, taught the five year old how to do the chorus choreography, perfectly. Which was a pretty easy task to accomplish, considering Hiro also helped come up with that dance, albeit with a little direction from Hobi in the dance studio during group rehearsals. But mainly it was Hiro’s imagination. Cause let me tell ya, that kid loved to dance, just like his daddy.

Grinning fondly, you clapped your hands to the beat, watching your son dance with his daddy in front of the big floor to ceiling mirrors located in the rehearsal room for their upcoming concert in Las Vegas. It was so cute to watch Hiro with such a look of determination on his face, being just as serious about rehearsals as Jungkook. Wanting to hit every mark with an expert precision.

“You’re doing so good, baby!” You exclaimed enthusiastically, encouraging your son further.

“Thank you, mommy!” He replied without missing a beat.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouted at you in the mirror wanting some form of praise from you as well. Rolling your eyes fondly, you decided to humor the big man baby of yours.

“You’re doing exceptionally well, kookie. Just like you always do, honey. I’m so proud of you!” You feigned being lovesick, batting your lashes at your husband, smiling cheekily. He winked at you in response, accepting the praise, however fake, gratefully.

As they finished up practice for the day, you stood up from your seated position on the floor. Purposely dancing the wrong moves while walking towards your boys, knowing it’ll get a giggle out of your son. You were right. His father lifted him by surprise, throwing him up in the air to catch him. Hooking his arm underneath his son’s bum holding onto him tightly, Jungkook began dancing terribly along with you. All of you making silly faces in the mirror. Your son threw his head back against his father’s shoulder in a fit of laughter, his bunny toothed smile on full display, a direct replica of Jungkook’s current smile. His chubby cheeks making you want to pinch them, so you did, cause you’re mom and you’re allowed to do so whenever you want too. It’s common mom law.

After your little fit of laughter, your son let out a big yawn and rubbed his eyes, a sure sign he was ready for sleep. Perfect, the parents thought. Now he’ll crash for the night and be ready for the big day tomorrow. Day one of Las Vegas.

It was a beautiful day in Vegas, you thought. Sunglasses on your face, and one of Jungkook’s bucket hats on your head to help block the sun, you stretched your hands up in the air and took a deep breath. Letting it out, you put your arms back down and set them on your hips in a superwoman pose and looked out at the ginormous stadium around you that would be BTS’s venue for the concert tonight.

All the boys started to come on the stage to start rehearsal chatting animatedly to each other, so you started to walk back down the long catwalk towards them. Upon close inspection of the group you noticed that your son somehow convinced Yoongi to let him sit on his shoulders. Your son’s chubby thighs were on either side of the normally reserved rapper’s head. His hands settled next to his ears, holding on for dear life and smiling like crazy upon seeing you.

“HEY MOMMY!” He bounced excitedly, making the rapper’s eyes widen and clutch onto your son’s ankles tighter not wanting him to fall off and face the wrath of you and Jungkook. Especially Jungkook. He’s even more protective of Hiro than you, and that’s saying something. As a matter of fact you could see Jungkook’s line of vision go from you with a smile and a wave to a look of absolute terror once he noticed his son start to get excited while on the rapper’s shoulders. His entire body shifted towards the duo ready to jump in at anytime to catch his son incase he somehow did end up falling. Thankfully, it never came to that.

“Be careful baby, you don’t want to give your daddy a heart attack do you?” You asked playfully, shaking your finger at your son, smiling at him to let him know you weren’t serious. “And remember, you have to be more careful with Uncle Yoongi’s shoulder, yeah?” You stated the fact softly in your motherly voice.

“Right mommy. I’m sorry Uncle Yoongi.” Your son then leaned down to kiss the top of the rapper’s head, making his cheeks get a dusty pink color to them. All the members, including you, awed at the sweet gesture.

“No worries, kid.” He replied in typical Yoongi manner, but made sure to give your son a genuine smile to thank him for his apology.

The rest of the members came around Yoongi and your son to take turns ruffling his hair, each greeting you with a hug or high five before walking past you to the markers to start rehearsing. Jungkook being last in line, picked his son up off the rapper’s shoulders finally giving him some relief. Rolling his shoulders, Yoongi walked towards you and gave you his usual fist bump, you complied knowing full well he didn’t do hugs that often, and took his spot at his marker. Jungkook carefully set Hiro down on the floor. Kneeling down to his son’s height, he gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead and quietly praised him for his good manners. Promising him some sweets later that you weren’t aware of. He never failed to spoil his son any chance he could get.

Jungkook straightened himself up as you stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around your waist briefly, giving you a short but sweet kiss on the lips, which you happily returned with your hands splayed against his chest. He gave you one last forehead kiss, tapping the tip of your hat with his fingertip and playfully said, “nice hat.” before winking, and walked to his marker, joining the rest of the members. Time to begin.

There was only one song left in the set for their concert for tonight. Your son grinned knowingly, clapping his hands in delight and anticipation. Noise cancelling headphones adorned his head to be sure his ears were safe from the loud speakers that were all around you, you donning your own, having been watching from the side of the stage like you always do.

Jungkook started the song effortlessly, all the members joining in singing during their respective parts and choreography. Then it got to your son’s absolute favorite part, when he watches all the back up dancers join the members on stage to finish off the song in a huge flash mob. You had to be honest, it was your favorite part as well.

You should’ve known that your son was up to something, being the clever little one that he was. The way he kept fidgeting in your lap more than normal, a sure sign of his impending plan to escape your grasp. And he did, taking advantage of the fact that you always trusted him not to run off without permission. But not this time. This time it was his turn to shine like daddy.

He hopped off your lap in a flourish, swiftly pushing the headphones off his head and ran straight onto the stage with the backup dancers.

Your eyes widened considerably, hands flying to your mouth, covering your gasp of shock. All you could do was watch as your son, knowing the layout of the stage, and his dads foot paths, made a bee line towards Jungkook. He was left center stage down the catwalk with the rest of the members, gearing towards the final steps of your son’s favorite choreography. Not even noticing how his son just ran on with the back up dancers, nearly blending in perfectly in his matching outfit he wore like his father.

Popping out from behind the dancers, Hiro stood proudly next to his daddy and executed the dance with a precision that made Hobi wanna cry tears of joy. And you. And Jungkook, of course, who started laughing while still singing his lines and dancing. The entire stadium erupted into laughter, applause, and awe at the little mini me. All the phones being pulled out to catch the intimate moment between father and son that you know will be headline news for days, if not weeks, or months. Never doubt the power of ARMY.

Once the song was over, Jungkook swiftly picked his son up and held him tightly, one hand behind his head and the other under his bum. Crying silent tears of joy and love and straight pride for being the father to this perfect little human he was lucky enough to call his son. Purple balloons and confetti were falling all around them in waves.

Pulling away slightly to give Hiro a kiss on the cheek, Hiro wiped away his father’s tears with his little hands, making Jungkook smile softly at him in response. Jungkook brought the microphone up to his lips, chuckling into it slightly before speaking to the crowd.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet my son, Hiro.” Once again, the stadium erupted into applause, your son starting to get shy by all the praise, hiding his face in his father’s chest.

“Isn’t he such a great dancer?” Hobi chimed in his mic with pride, clapping for the little one exuberantly. The crowd clapping louder in response to the dancer’s words.

“Isn’t he so handsome, like me?” Jin, Mr. Worldwide handsome himself, stated. Winking at the camera that’s been following the members throughout the concert, projecting his image on the large screens. The audience once again erupting in shared wolf whistles and laughter alike.

“I think Hiro is more handsome, actually.” Your voice boomed across the stadium, you holding a mic that the staff gave you, still looking on from the sidelines of the stage. Smirking to yourself, with a wide grin.

Hearing your voice made all the members double over in laughter and scattered applause, nearly crying from laughing so hard. Minus Jin of course, who just cutely pouted towards the camera, once again being displayed on screen. Jungkook could only throw his head back in laughter, still holding onto his son, your son giving a little giggle of his own upon hearing your voice.

“Mommy!” Your son excitedly yelled into the mic being held by Jungkook, wriggling in his father’s hold, making him hold onto him tighter in response.

“Hey, baby.” You replied a second later, gazing adoringly at him.

“That would be my amazing wife, ladies and gents.” Jungkook stated with pride and a gleaming smile in your direction, locking eyes with you for a second and winking at you. You winked back at him, blowing a kiss and mouthing an ‘I love you’ at him.

He mouthed it back right away, turning to look at the crowd once again with a bunny tooth smile and signaled to Namjoon to close the show with his usual heartwarming speech for ARMY.

Hiro signaled he wanted to be put down to his father, which he did a little reluctantly, scared for the boy’s safety on the stage not wanting him to fall off, even though he knew he would never let that happen.

The five year old, in classic five year old behavior, began kicking the purple BTS themed balloons around the stage in glee. Picking up piles of confetti and throwing them over his head. Taehyung leaned down towards Hiro, and even let him throw it on his head willingly. Jimin and the other members mirroring V’s actions, wanting to make the boy equally as happy as he makes them on a daily basis.

Sighing to yourself in content, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched your entire family all become little kids in the span of two seconds. And, you thought lovingly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Pushing the headphones off your ears, you gently set them on the chair you were sitting on with Hiro earlier and immediately sprinted onto the stage, joining your family, and deciding it was your turn to turn into a little kid as well.

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #marriage au #PTD LA au #dad au #family au #idol au

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Growing into Love

pairing:Husband!Seokjin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, slight angst, husband Jin, non-idol!au, Arranged marriage trope, mentions of parent issues

summary: Arranged marriage could've been a lot of things, but with Jin, it was nothing but comfortable. Maybe too comfortable that you hadn't realised when you'd both fallen in love.

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“You know what Mom, I’m sorry. I thought, for once, you’d understand me but of course. My bad. Let’s just forget this. Bye.”

No matter how long it had been, it was never easy. Even years of therapy cannot make the complicated relationship between your parents and you easier to deal with. After everything said and done, you still did love your parents and you knew they loved you too. Even if they weren't great at depicting it without it affecting you.

It was tiresome nevertheless. The constant back and forth, you still hoping they'd understand even though they haven't in the last twenty-seven years and them hoping you'd finally see their side.

It had gotten easier when you had moved out after high school. You had enjoyed the taste of freedom and independence for 6 years since high school, mainly because you knew it came with a deadline- arranged marriage. It was a tradition in your family, everybody always got an arranged marriage. Even after knowing that it’s your destiny, the fear of “what ifs” had eaten you up for years.

For years you'd fought against it, but eventually, you lost all the will to fight and gave in. You had no choice. No matter how much you did, they always demanded more. Maybe you were to blame, for hoping even after everything.

With all the thoughts and the pain still fresh in your heart, you slump against the sofa on the floor throwing your phone on the coffee table. You're trying your best to not let the tears fall. Leaning your head back you just breathe and try to stop the well-known spiral that was going on in your brain.

"That bad huh?"

The voice startles you. You open your eyes to see your husband standing at the kitchen entrance looking at you. His wide shoulders clad in his favourite white t-shirt, a pink worn-out apron on his slender waist, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the soft features on his face slowly turning into concern as he assessed you.

Being married to Seokjin had been a pleasant surprise. Both of you knew what you were getting into, had spoken openly about your needs and kept to your boundaries. You understood that love was not exactly an option in your situation, but there was never any animosity between the two of you.

After a year of marriage, you'd become friends and partners/ teammates of sorts and constantly enabled each other to succeed. You had a routine, shared chores, shared your hobbies with each other and existed in perfect harmony. There was never a need or yearning for more, as it felt comfortably natural at every point.

Everything you'd learnt about him made you want to remove all the unfair pain he'd been through and protect him from further pain. One month into your marriage you got to know that his family had caused him a broken heart and forced him into this predicament. Yet he was always polite and nice to you and his family, and your respect for him grew multifold. Then you began noticing how he was often silent and blue when he thought no one was paying him attention. His smile faded every time he turned away from people which made you feel like it was you who was getting hurt.

But along the way, in the last year, Jin had genuinely become more balanced. His over-hyper nature around people and the eerily silent persona at home had slowly eased into a balance that dances on the verge of both. He makes you laugh almost every day, has cried in front of you a couple times and always cooked the most delicious meals every weekend. Jin was also a complete crackhead, especially when his younger brother Jungkook visits- which is almost all the time. Jungkook had been a big part of your life since your marriage and you would not have it any other way. Especially since it made Jin smile from his heart (and annoyed him to know bounds that you spoiled Jungkook).

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You blink at the voice, Jin is now crouching in front of you, back leaning against the coffee table as he looks at you. His eyes filled with worry, lips puckered and hair tousled. You bite your lips to prevent the threatening tears from falling down.

"Didn't you hear ?" You ask with a quivering voice, referring to the phone call you had with your parents moments ago.

"No, I was caught up in making lunch." He settles one hand on your shoulder in a pat. "But from the look on your face, I assume it didn't go well. If you want to talk, you know I'm here."

You nod, blinking more furiously in a futile attempt. He smiles and wipes the tears away.

"It's ok to cry, we spoke about this."

"I know. That's what I'm doing." You say as more tears fall and a smile graces your face. "Aha, I know what will cheer you up." His eyes widen and a mischievous smile plays on his face as you look at him in confusion. "I'll call Jungkookie, you are always happy when he annoys me. I don't get it but it'll work for now." You look at him for a moment to gauge how serious he is and end up laughing when he picks up his phone to call the younger one.

"No no Jin don't call kookie. Poor thing, he really wanted to sleep in this weekend. Plus he really needs to start hanging out with people other than us." You say between laughing as Jin puts his phone down.

"Hmmm," he thinks as he absentmindedly wipes more of your tears away and you're watching in anticipation waiting for his next suggestion. "In that case, maybe ice cream will help?" He asks with big eyes and a pout, looking like an innocent child. You immediately nod like an excited 5-year-old at his suggestion.

Jin brings you the ice cream tub you'd both bought at the supermarket and hands over a spoon.

"Here, enjoy!" "Hehe thanks, I love you. You're the best Jin." "Aissh, love you too. I'll go check on lunch. don't eat too much."

You were about to hum back in response but froze mid-action, ice cream spoon on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes widen in reaction and you drop the spoon on the floor. This causes Jin to stop midway to the kitchen and look at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He says rushing to your side. You just look at him in pure shock.

"We, I- we-" The words fail to come out of your mouth and your mind is a mess. "We what?" He asks, the concern back on his face.

"wesaidiloveyou" The words leave your mouth in such a hurry that Seokjin almost misses it. When he realises he gets more confused and replies with a shrug, "Yeah so?"

"What do you mean so? We said THE words Seokjin." The incredulous look on his face stays put and you add, "For the first time."

He scoffs and smiles. "This is not the first time."

"What?"

His smile falters, "You don't remember?" "Remember what? Jin don't mess with me now." Your voice is timid and you feel a giant lump creeping up your throat.

"You're the one messing with my head right now. Do you really not remember saying I love you to me that night?" He looks at you in disbelief, ears reddening and his pout in full display. "What night?"

"Y/N, come on seriously?" "I really don't remember Seokjin."

He stares at you for a moment too long, sighs and walks back to the kitchen. You close the ice cream tub and run to follow him in. He's stirring the stew in the pot and even though his back is facing you, you don't miss the agitation in his movements. You wait for him to close the lid on the pot and watch as he just stares at the wall. Slowly you move closer to him but he whips around even before you could tap on his shoulder, and looks at you.

"Jin, I really do not remember what you are referring to and I'm sorry. Just tell me when it was, please." You give him your best puppy eyes and he sighs leaning his head back on the shelf above, before facing you again.

"The night after we went to your cousin's wedding, in bed, before sleeping you told me you love me and I said it back." Your jaw drops to the floor. "That was three months ago," is all you say as you try your best to jog your memory of the night.

That had been a particularly rough family function- with your father questioning every career choice you had made, your mother constantly criticising your outfit choice and every other relative asking you only about your plans to have kids. Seokjin had been very comforting and stayed by your side the entire night. You remember how his hand never moved from the small of your back the entire night and how he kept running circles on your palm whenever he held them. That night you were sure you had fallen for Seokjin, but you did not remember vocalising it to him. And definitely did not remember him saying it back.

Jin's strained sigh brings you back to the man in front of you, he is doing his best to look positive and lighthearted about this and you can see it.

"Why didn't you bring it up the next day?" You wanted to say sorry, you wanted to hug him but this was the only sentence that came out of your mouth. "I figured you said it in a sleepy daze. And maybe you didn't mean it." Jin sounds so small and nervous at the moment.

"But then it happened again." He adds before you can say anything and all you can say is, "HUH?"

He rubs his palm on the back of his neck and nods. "Yeah, actually you've said it 7 times in the last three months including today."

"WHAT?" Jin looks as shocked as you do at this revelation.

"Why the hell do I not remember it?" "How the hell am I supposed to know." Jin's voice comes out sharper and you realise how all of this might be for him. But he turns back to the dish on the stove and you are left to jog your memory to see if he was right.

"The second time was when I bought you the big chocolate cake when you were on your period- two months back," Jin says in the most neutral tone and the memory comes back to you.

You hadn't even informed him about your periods, he somehow always knew. But you were positively shocked when he walked into your shared bedroom with a chocolate cake in his hand, explaining that it will ease your cramps. It might've been possible that you voiced the exact feeling you were having in a moment of joy.

"Then it was a week later when you were leaving for work." Jin is now back to stirring and assessing his pot and his voice seems muffled.

"When?" He turns to look at you for a brief second, he assesses your confused face and turns back smirking.

"You said 'I love you bye' on your way out the door, I knew you didn't realise it. In fact, you did this again twice, Kookie was here during the fifth time."

"Wha- How... Do I have memory loss?" Jin turns around and you can see the smile he's trying to control. "Don't laugh, Jin. How else do you explain my not remembering saying it?" He stays leaning on the counter with his smirk playing on his face and says, "So you definitely don't remember drunkenly professing your love for me last week and then proceeding to cuddle me the entire night until I laid you on the bed in the morning right?"

If you were shocked till now it was nothing compared to this bombshell Jin dropped on you.

"Are you lying?", "No why would I!" Jin looks convincingly innocent but it only worsens your confusion. How did you miss such an important moment of both of your lives. Your husband loves you and has said so multiple times but your brain has successfully managed to forget that. You try your best to remember but nothing out of the ordinary jumps from your brain.

He breaks down laughing- screeching noises and all, as he watches you process it. Your first reaction, post-shock, is to hit him in the arms and exasperatedly pout.

"Jin, that's not fair. Why the hell did you not tell me any of this ?"

He sobers up then and stands in front of you, holding both your shoulders and a sweet smile on his face. "I didn't mean to hide it, I just thought you didn't want to bring it up. Y/N, you told me yourself that you're a flight risk and that you weren't looking for love. I didn't want to make you panic."

"Aww that's sweet of you." He nods annoyingly smug and you roll your eyes. "But I still feel horrible that I didn't even notice it fully. I mean.. how does one forget that?" Jin shakes his head at your words and gives a little squeeze to your shoulder as he says, "You didn't forget it, it just came so naturally to you that it wasn't a big deal."

You look up at his eyes hearing his words. "Was it the same for you?" Jin gulps and rubs the back of his neck again. He's turning redder by the minute and you love seeing him like this. "Well, yeah. I actually said it a week before you did for the first time." You open your mouth to react but he interrupts you. "And no, you didn't forget it. I was scared and told it when you were sleeping."

"When?"

"Aiish, I don't remember Y/N." He's almost as red as a tomato now. You scoff at his words. "Oh please, you just listed the 7 very random days I told you I love you. And I know for a fact you remember when you first said it. Spill it, Jin." Jin is fully blushing and you're sure you are too by how heated up your cheeks feel. You continue riling him up by poking his arms till he swats you away and answers your question.

"I- Oh god stop Y/N, I'll tell.", "Okay, go on."

"It was the night you suggested we sleep in the master bedroom together because you felt it was unfair that I had to sleep in the guest room." Jin covers his hands in his face and cringes at himself while you've got the biggest smile playing on your face. You start giggling and that makes him look up from his hands with a pout.

"Ya don't laugh at me!" "No, no I'm not laughing at you. It's just... that's all it took for you to fall in love with me?"

His face immediately changes from his pout to a soft smile. "That's because I didn't fall in love, and neither did you.", "Oh." You try your best to let it not show but you know that your face has deflated just the way your heart felt.

Jin notices it and smiles before adding, "We didn't fall in love, we grew into it, and that's much better. I've fallen in love before and you know what, when you fall it feels like you're flying until you crash. I think falling in love is a sad thing." He moves closer and holds your face in his palms as you look up at him without breaking eye contact. "With you, with us, we didn't fall and we won't crash. I've been in a relationship where even the smallest things were a big deal- every 'I love you' and anniversary. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying I really do prefer how natural it feels to just say I love you and not make a big deal of it. With you, specifically. I love how we just started doing things together without overthinking it. So yea, we grew into loving each other."

By the time he is done you're eyes are watering and the tears flow down your cheeks. He wipes them away and you just stare at him, thinking about his words. He was right, almost all of your firsts since your wedding have been entirely unspoken. One day you just cuddled against him while watching a movie and neither of you questioned it. Or when he randomly pulled you in a bear hug and cried after a tough day, or when he comforted you during your family functions and you did the same. Even when you were busy trying to fight off any feelings because of your fear, you couldn't succeed. It all felt natural.

"Y/N, please don't cry. You've been crying since the damn phone call and now I've made you cry too." You shake your head sideways and pull him into an embrace, leaning your head on his chest and sniffling your tears in. He rubs your back trying to calm you down, which you do because Jin always knows how to calm you. You lift your head from his chest and look at him, still in a tight embrace.

"How are you this smart and amazing?" He smiles shyly and then smirks before adding, "I am 3 years older than you and I know a lot more than you do!"

"Tch, what a shame I didn't record that and send it to Jungkook. He'd be so happy to see you admit that you're old." You tease and Jin looks at you in mock anger which causes you to laugh.

"I've been realising it here and there but like you said nothing felt out of the ordinary or uncomfortable enough to question it. So... okay I agree, we grew into loving each other." Jin nods with a fond smile. "Now what?" you add with raised eyebrows watching keenly as Jin smirks and his hug around you gets tighter. Your face heats up as he leans into you slowly, your eyes trained on those plump lips of his that have always caught your attention. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to hit your lips and finally fee-

TRIINGGGGG

The sound of Jin's ringtone blaring from his pant pocket makes both of you jump away from the embrace. Recovering faster from the shock, Jin picks up the phone and curses as he shows you the called ID- Jungkook.

You laugh as Jin attends the call and immediately starts cursing the younger one and Jungkoook lets out his usual Elmo giggles and shouts for you to support him.

Jin was right, this all felt natural. This is your family, your home and you'd cherish it forever.

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[kawaikisses]

m.list ; Reading list.

Updated. Jan 22, 2024.

Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.

(everything is organized by alphabetical order)

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

angst .

fluff .

smut .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.

artist au .

arranged marriage au .

assassin au .

baker au .

bartender au .

BDSM au .

best friend’s brother au .

best friends to lovers au .

best friend’s sister au .

boyfriend au .

camboy au .

camgirl au .

camp counselor au .

CEO au .

chef au .

childhood friends to lovers au .

club au .

college au .

coworker au .

crime au .

dad au .

doctor au .

dancer au .

detective au .

divorce au .

enemies to lovers au .

established relationship au .

exes to lovers au .

fantasy au .

farm au .

father au .

friends to benefits au .

friends to lovers au .

fuckboy au .

fuckgirl au .

forbidden au .

gamer au .

god au .

hitman au .

horror au .

husband au .

hybrid au .

idiots to lovers au .

idol au .

king au .

lawyer au .

mafia au .

magic au .

medical au .

musician au .

neighbours au .

noona au .

one night stand au .

photographer au .

pirates au .

professor au .

prince au .

rich au .

road trip au .

roommate au .

royalty au .

second chance au .

secret relationship au .

sex worker au .

single parent au .

social media au .

songwriter au .

soulmate au .

spy au .

superhero au .

supernatural au .

tattoo artist au .

teacher au .

unrequited love au .

vampire au .

werewolf au .

wife au .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.

kim namjoon .

kim seokjin .

min yoongi .

jung hoseok .

park jimin .

kim taehyung .

jeon jungkook .

ot7 .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

drama .

hurt/comfort .

magic .

mutual pining .

mystery .

romance .

slow burn .

thriller .

age play .

crack .

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↬masterlist continued .

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #angst #fluff #smut #ceo au #soulmate au #best friends to lovers au #friends to lovers au #arranged marriage au #mafia au #spy au #detective au #adorable boy #charming boy #best boy #honey boy #sunflower boy #handsome boy #dimpled boy #extraordinary boy #ethereal boy #enemies to lovers au #exes to lovers au

[thxjoon]

-pairing: namjoon x f. reader (oc)

-genre/warnings: arranged marriage, royalty but not really lol, mentions of cheating in the past, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, short story with a happy ending :)

Throughout the beginning of this arranged marriage both minseo and namjoon weren’t entirely interested. Doing their own thing, barely speaking to one another. But they had both agreed to complete their duties as one, so they went along with it.

Along the way they both had started to care for each other. Minseo took good care of namjoon, as a good wife should. Namjoon soon realized how much he depended on her. She made sure he was well fed, she’d ask about his day, she’d accompany him to all his important events, she made him happy.

He found himself looking forward to coming home to her each day. They started sleeping in the same bed, enjoying each other’s warmth. Now Almost two years into this marriage, they couldn’t be happier.

“Good morning, love” namjoon says kissing her neck as she had just woken up. Both still bare from the night before

“Good morning, dear” she says smiling, snuggling closer to him

Not soon after they heard a knock on his door “sir, im sorry to interrupt but we have a meeting starting soon.” Namjoon sighed getting out of bed. Their mornings usually always were the same.

“I have to go, I’ll be back for dinner.” He kisses his wife goodbye before putting on some clothes, leaving the room

Minseo spends her day accompanying namjoons mother. She was the one who suggested this arranged marriage. And she was so happy that it has been going well.

“when will I be getting my grand babies” his mother half joked

“They will come when the time is right” minseo answered feeling a bit embarrassed

Throughout the day they did some shopping for tonight’s supper with the family. Once the time finally came it was a nice evening with everyone. drinking and recalling old memories. Namjoon felt at peace with minseo by his side. He felt proud. He knew he’d do anything for her.

Once supper was over everyone headed back home.

“Your mother kept asking me when we’d be giving her grandchildren” minseo spoke as she got ready for bed

He chuckled “and what did you tell her”

“I said that they’d come when the time is right” minseo now getting into bed next to him

“Come here” he pulled her onto his lap “im surprised you aren’t pregnant yet given how many times we make love” he says looking up at her

“That’s the thing, how is it possible we aren’t pregnant yet. What if we can’t have Children” minseo voiced her concerns to him

“Dont say that, love, just as you said. When the times right. And even so, it wouldn’t change anything. You’re mine, forever” she smiled hugging him tightly

“I love you” she whispered

“I love you too, my love. Let’s get some rest”

The next morning minseo had woken up to an empty bed. Namjoon had an early meeting. His brother seokjin had been giving him a hard time. They were currently fighting over the land their father once had. Their father had left it to whoever was to be married first. Which was namjoon. But seokjin had found it unfair, he was the eldest son, the land should go to the first born. That’s how’s its always been.

This whole situation has caused a strain on their brotherly relationship. Seokjin was more than angry. He’d do anything for that land. Namjoon tried to compromise, offering other things that he had inherited, but seokjin had his heart set already.

After a long day at work namjoon had finally arrived home, missing dinner but he had eaten at work. Going into his bedroom seeing his wife already in bed catching up on her book.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you today” minseo spoke as she closed her book setting it on her night stand.

Namjoon let out a tired sigh “why is my brother so stubborn”

“You know seokjin, he can’t take no for an answer” minseo was also fed up with seokjin, she hated seeing namjoon so stressed “come to bed” she patted the spot next to her

Namjoon got out of his work clothes quickly changing into his night clothes, getting under the covers with his wife, Feeling her warmth, as they were now face to face

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke in a whisper causing her to smile, she kissed him. Feeling as though a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

Not breaking the kiss namjoon moves to now be hovering over her, setting between her legs causing her nightgown to ride up. Namjoon moved down to kiss her neck as her arms were around his neck. He started to grind his hardening cock against her slowly, causing her to spread her legs more, encouraging him.

Pushing up her nightgown exposing her stomach to feel her soft skin all the way up to her breasts. Her nipples hardening from the cold air after being exposed. He tosses her nightgown on the ground now giving attention to her breasts, sucking on them causing her to whimper biting her lip.

He got up momentarily to take off his night shorts leaving him fully exposed as well. Minseo watched as he got undressed, she couldn’t help but stare. Namjoon noticed smirking.

Settling between her legs spreading them wider as he took his cock in hand now rubbing his tip over her wetness loving the way her pussy is throbbing for his cock as he barely puts the tip in before slowly entering her, namjoon watches her expressions to make sure she’s okay.

Once he’s fully inside, he hovers over her again, With his hands by both sides of her head as he slowly pulls back feeling her tight walls trying to suck him back in

“Fuck-“ he lets out a pleasured sigh “you feel so good, my love” he whispers causing her to moan. Now moving faster she could feel every inch of him, clenching around him causing him to slow down moaning lowly

“Do it again please” he sounded desperate, it just all felt too good. And she did, she loved hearing him moan for her

His thrusts started speeding up, going deeper inside of her. “Joon fuck-“ minseo couldn’t hold back her moans feeling him hit her sweet spot “im close, please–”

“Gonna come inside this little pussy” he was close too, he began to rub on her clit just how she liked it bringing her over the edge, his name was the only thing she could say as she came undone. Feeling her pussy become impossibly tighter caused him to reach his end as well. Stilling as he came inside her with a deep moan.

Both trying to catch their breaths, minseo feeling like jelly as namjoon pulls out of her watching his seed begin to spill out of her. Pushing it back in with his fingers, minseo whimpering, she was still sensitive.

“Hopefully this time it will take” namjoon whispered but she heard it

“Cuddle me” minseo pouted as she reached out of namjoon, after he was finished cleaning her up he jumped in bed with her, laying his head on her bare chest as he wrapped around her waist. They both drifted off to sleep peacefully. Not knowing what the next day would bring them.

—

Namjoon was called out of bed early for a work emergency. He rushed there just to find out that his brother seokjin had started construction on his land. In all honesty namjoon was tired of fighting with his brother. At this point he was gonna give up his land.

Calling minseo to let her know what was going on, she refused to let her husband give up his land just because his brother was being childish. She was going to go down there herself and talk to seokjin. Of course namjoon said that wasn’t necessary but she did anyway. He wasn’t going to let her go alone though.

“Good morning, seokjin” minseo tries to be polite to seokjin even throughout this whole mess

Seokjin chuckled, completely ignoring minseo looking straight at namjoon “can’t handle your own battles anymore you had to bring your wife down?”

“Excuse me but you’re the one who has been nothing but a pain for the both of us. We tried to be fair with you, you’re family seokjin, we don’t want a feud with you. And namjoon didn’t ask me to do anything but as his wife i felt the need to.”

“The only fucking reason he married you was to claim this land-“

“Enough-“ namjoon raised his voice at seokjin

“Even after you were married he was still messing around with his whore!”

Namjoon lunged at seokjin grabbing him by the collar throwing him to the ground

“I said enough.”

“What’s wrong brother? She should know the truth.” Seokjin spat out. minseo already knew it was true just by namjoons reaction. Feeling hurt she went back home without a trace

Namjoon looked up to find her already gone. Fuck. He thought

He left seokjin there immediately rushing home to find her. Except she were no where to be found. He’d been rushing around everywhere looking for her.

Exhausted he sat on their shared bed for a moment thinking of where she could possibly be when suddenly the door opened revealing his wife. He could tell she had been crying

Immediately going to hold her but she refused. “Is it true?” She already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it

“Minseo, please-“ he sounded desperate

“Just answer the question, please” she said with a shaky voice already beginning to cry again

“Yes, it is true. But please let me just explain to you-“

“No. I do not wish to hear your explanation. We’re done”

“We’re married minseo you can’t just leave me”

“you already broke the first rule of marriage, so what does it matter. Obviously this marriage means nothing to you”

“No, my love that’s not true. I swear it” namjoon felt himself tearing up, dropping to his knees in front of her. He didn’t wanna lose her. “You are my only love-“

She pulls away from him harshly. As if she is disgusted by him touching her “I shall sleep in my old room for now” she slams the door on her way out

Namjoon is an absolute mess. He wasn’t a crier. But he cried. And it didn’t stop for a while. He knew that he would do whatever it took to get minseo to forgive him. And that his brother was no longer his brother but now an enemy

Minseo felt as though she had lost a part of herself. Namjoon has been the only man she’s ever known. He was a good man. The only one she could trust. And yet she had been wrong.

Part 2 coming soon! Thank you for reading <3

This is my first time posting something so bare with me plz

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[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter six

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

PREVIOUS NEXT

The baby shower was fantastic. You didn't even miss the baby's father that much. Then you decided to go to bed early. But before you got it falling asleep, you heard the doorbell ring.

"I am going." You say as you walk towards the door, coming face to face with Yoongi. He has a visible bruise, very close to his eyebrow.

"Before you want me to leave, could you take care of that wound?" He asks, looking very downcast. You step back so he can enter his apartment.

"You and I are going to be parents to the same child. Obviously I'm going to take care of you." You say before closing the door and going directly to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Yoongi sat on the sofa in your living room and stood there muttering words that you didn't quite know what they were.

"I know you're going to want to know what happened..." He says as soon as you sit down in front of him on the couch. You start to apply a product that will clean his wound and he lets out a groan of pain.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But stay still. Show our daughter that her father is strong enough to withstand this pain." And so you continue bandaging him, while he tries to bear the pain. He doesn't say anything, nor do you. It's frustrating.

"The woman I went out with had a controlling ex-boyfriend. He just showed up at our date and punched me. I defended myself, and when he realized I was famous, he ran off. So, I paid the bill and came here." Yoongi explained as you finished helping him with his wound.

"I'm sorry for you. And for her. No one deserves to go through these things." You say as you put away your first aid kit in the bathroom. When you return to the living room, Yoongi is almost lying down on the couch as if he's exhausted. You sit down beside him, gently stroking his head.

"Do you think I deserve this for what I did to you?" Yoongi speaks with his eyes still closed as you continue to stroke his head.

"No, I don't think so. Yoongi, I don't think you're a bad person. You make questionable choices and you're terrible at both breaking up with someone and proposing, but you're a good guy. You don't deserve to get hit by some ridiculous man who can't get over a breakup. Rest assured." You say reassuringly as you continue to stroke his head.

"I broke up with you against my will. The truth is, a gossip page found out about us. My company asked me to take action to fix it, and I took that step, which is pretty stupid, I know, but it wasn't an easy decision. And in the end, it didn't even matter. Soon, everyone will know that you and I are going to be parents, and personally, I don't care if it disappoints my fans." He says, gently opening his eyes to look at you. As for you, you were a bit emotional, perhaps realizing how fragile your relationship with Yoongi was.

"Do you think your fame would be alright if you were married to the mother of your child for a while and then you separated?" You ask, distancing yourself slightly from Yoongi. He looks at you, confused.

We get married, you announce to the world that you're starting a family. After a year of marriage, we divorce. We'll tell everyone it was the best thing for our family." You propose. Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, processing your suggestion.

"Are you serious? You'd be willing to do that for me? For us?"He speaks surprised. You know he had proposed something similar before, but now this situation will be on your terms.

"I'm willing to do this for the future of this baby. A fake marriage to sort things out and move on. No feelings involved." You say seriously, and he seems to understand what you're proposing. Honestly, you don't want to get romantically involved with Yoongi again.

"No feelings involved, then." He reaches out his hand towards you, and you shake his hand, as if sealing a deal. You just hope you won't regret this.

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[explicit-tae]

Can you please make a part two of Slave 19990319 ?

It can be a drabble, smut, angst anything (smth related to past)! I just want more of that couple.

this just a request....it depends on you ..if you want to write or not...thank you <3

OMG THAT WAS SUCH A MASTERPIECE .... been waiting for a story like that for so long ...i was never a type to like aliens fanfiction but this was so fing good AHH...it was so smooth and plot was kept so interesting...i cant use words to describe it.

I wasn't expecting to add a second part to it but now that I think about it..why not 😅 I'll add a short one-shot

Concubine 19990319

Masterlist | Slave 19990319 (Part 1) | Power & Control (Part 3) W.I.P

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: alien! prince! Jungkook x human! reader

Word Count: 6,008

Warning: dark/yandere themes, arrange marriage, impreg kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, tentacles, reader is stabbed, blood, yandere/dark themes, possessive reader

Description: The King doesn't approve of Jungkook's relationship with you - a human pet - and agrees to arrange a marriage with the Princess of a neighboring planet, Planet Amare. Soon you're considered nothing but the Princes Concubine. Desperate times call for desperate measures and you refuse to let Jungkook be taken away from you.

Jungkook trails through the large dining area, head held high and back straight. You marvel at how beautiful he was - he was truly glowing before your eyes. You place a smile on your lips as Jungkook glances your way. He winks, glowing eyes only sparkling more when he catches your eyes.

The following year since Jungkook and you had been intimate was one of the best years you've spent since on Planet Ivictus. You couldn't think of a day you and Jungkook weren't doing anything sexual - even if it wasn't full on sex. Still, the time Jungkook and you spent without sex were just as great. You enjoyed his company all together - especially when it was just the two of you. Getting the shower or bathe with him was fun - you two joked and laughed and talked.

When Jungkook wasn't working, the two of you often visited the Planet. Of course, Planet Ivictus was much larger than Earth was, but him being able to transfport anywhere with a blink of an eye (one of the reasons they called it "blinking"), it made it much easier for the two of you do so. He showed you the view from the tallest mountain, making sure to hold you close to him so you wouldn't be frightened by the altitude. The view of the large moon appearing so close was picture perfect scenery.

Your eyes blink, and when they do you could finally look away from Jungkook. Behind him is his father, the King had his eyes dead set on you before glancing away. Both men make their way to the large dining table surrounded by elites and those closest to the Palace. The King takes his seat at the head of the table while Jungkook sits beside him in the empty seat next to yours. He places a hand on your thigh gently and all you can do is smile.

The King raises his glass and immediately one of the cooks comes to pour in wine - a dark red wine appearing to be similar to blood. The next one to be served is Jungkook, then you and the rest of the eliest. The King clears his throat and stands, the dining hall going deathly quiet to hear what the King has to say. These feasts weren't foreign - it happened at least once a month with the King hosting a few meetings with the elites, sharing details of missions - most importantly it was to show Jungkook what he'd be expected to do when it was his time to rule the planet.

The King says a few words in their dialect - and though you could catch a few words since your time on the planet, you couldn't say you'd completely understood what they said. A few nods happened and all you could do was wait for a form of understanding. The King takes a sip of his drink, as do the rest of the elite. You do with a raised brow.

"This feast is not in vain," the King says, voice deep and your ears twitch at the familiar language you understood. "we are here to welcome the King and his daughter - the Princess - of the neighboring planet. Planet Amare."

The large dining doors open and just as the King says, two individuals come through. The man, tall - possibly as tall as the King - with reddish, coily hair. His eyes captivate you - they were a golden color that seemingly shines just as the people of Planet Ivictus. His skin was a golden russet color and it took everything in you to look away from him and to the woman next to him - his daughter. An action you regretted.

You hear a few gasps coming from around you - Jimin being the first one. You don't need to look at him to know his eyes are on the Princess. She was similar to her father with the same russet skin and reddish, coily hair. Her eyes were almond shaped and though golden, much lighter than her fathers. Her lips were heart shaped and plump, adoring a shy smile as she strolled through the dining hall.

In less words - she was beautiful to you and it was hard to not stare at her. She was tall and athletically built, yet her body was pure feminine that even you questioned your own body weight. As they come closer, you could feel Jungkook besides you. He's sipping his wine, hand still on your thigh as the two individuals make their way to the dining table with a bow.

"King Cali and Princess Azad." the King bows to the two of them.

"King Jae-yong and Prince Jungkook." The King of Amare says, clapping his hands together. "It's a privledge to be in your presence."

Jungkook only snorts and the King gives his son a hard glare. "Please, sit." the King says. Two chairs are pushed out for the two of them. They are seated close to the King - something that rarely happens to outsiders.

"Thank you for coming." King Jae-yong says.

"Father," Jungkook speaks. He doesn't look at the two outsiders - Planet Amare came from a neighboring planet that were far different from Planet Ivictus. They didn't believe in violence and were complete pacificts. That was alright, sure, yet the judgment they displayed on other Planets and their own traditional beliefs were nothing but hypocritical. Jungkook wanted nothing to do with these people. "why are we here?"

Your eyes catch the Princesses and she nods her head. You do the same, somewhat nervous under her gaze and confused overall by their presence. The Ivictus people were a natural warrior race, and though you and Jungkook never went into details, you knew well enough that he - and his friends - had killed when they left the Planet. It was their job - the less you knew the better.

King Jae-yong lowers his wine glass and glances at King Cali

"We," King Cali starts. "want to put aside our differences. Planet Amare and Planet Ivictus's differences are long overdue."

Jungkook drinks the rest of his wine.

"And what better way to bring two planets together and rules as one than to propose a marriage." King Jae-yong finishes. He could feel it coming - his son's mouth. It would be the death of him eventually.

"Who's getting married?" Jungkook furrows a brow. The look of Taehyung across from him - shaking his head - while Jimin only continues to drink more wine. Jungkook eyes his father. "Who's getting married...?" he repeats, tone darkening.

"The Prince of Ivictus and the Princess of Amare." King Jae-yong responds.

Your heart hurts - the way it beats outside your chest you are certain everyone could feel it. You feel Jungkook's fingers dig into your thigh, right through the pants you wore and through your skin.

"I'm not marrying anyone." Jungkook hisses.

"That wasn't a request." King Jae-yong hisses right back. "It's an order that's already finalized."

Jungkook removes his hand from your thigh and lifts himself up, cape swinging behind him. The King does the same, glaring at his disrespectful son.

"It's time you stop playing these childish games with your pet." The King murmurs to his son, glancing down at you.

Not to be mistaken with distaste. The King comes to adore you - as do many of the people on the Planet. However, he is no fool to know that his son admiration for you is far beyond a Master and pet - he could always smell the sex coming from him whenever he left you. The amount of people his son has killed with his bare hands in your defense was becoming chaotic.

Jimin takes another gulp of his wine. He was going to need it if he was going to have to console an angered Jungkook soon. The King was as predictable as always - and now he insisted that Jungkook marry the princess of a judgmental neighboring Planet was just asking for it. Asking for Jungkook to lose his cool and throw a temper tantrum.

"You can keep your companion." Princess Amara speaks - her tone is as sweet as honey. It makes your blood boil and you're unsure why. "I don't expect you to love me, Prince Jungkook, and I understand we're only doing this for the sake of our Planets."

Jungkook clenches his jaw.

"A marriage and a child." King Cali suggests. "To ensure..."

You drown down the conversation. You feel your vision blurred and your mind was swirling with a million thoughts at once. Jungkook being married - having his own family. WHat would happen to you? Where would you go? Would you be banished from the palace - even if the Princess did say that you and Jungkook could remain together. However, how would this work? Would Jungkook leave and be forced to stay on Planet Amare?

"I will be damned if I give a child to someone from that Planet." Jungkook snarls. He pushes away from his father and turns to you. "Y/N-"

"If not you'll be stripped of your title."

Jungkook stiffens.

There are a few murmurs surrounding him and slowly, he turns to his father. The look on the King's face is serious. Jungkook shakes his head. "You'll do that to your son?" he asks in disbelief. "Strip me from what's rightfully mine?"

The King doesn't back down and all Jungkook could do is scoff. He's hurt - but he could never show it. He would do what he usually does when he feels hurt - lock himself in his room and hold you close to his chest. He doesn't cry - even when you suggest it'll feel better if he does.

Jungkook turns his eyes to the Princess. "I want nothing to do with the child." he says, scarily calm. "Let's go, Y/N."

"What if they kill me?" you'd ask her, eyes widen with disbelief. 

"The Prince would never allow that." Siobhan - the human pet of the elitist and the same one who gave you advice for over a year - responds with a roll of her eyes. 

You didn't need to tell Siohban of the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Jungkook and his arranged marriage. She was there with her own master - and ever since then she was conjuring up a plan to get you out of this mess. The fact that you - someone the Prince has grown extremely close to since his childhood years - were going to be considered a concubine. 

"Are you having second thoughts?" Siobhan tilts her head to the side. "What if that Princess orders you to be banished from the Palace? Sent back to Earth?" Siobhan shakes her head with wide eyes. "Or worse."

"What's worse?" you question with a murmur. You lean closer. 

"What if you get a different master because the Princess doesn't want you as his concubine?" Siobhan doesn't think this would ever happen - Jungkook was far too deep in his obsession with you. His distain for the Princess was evident that he wanted nothing to do with her. Still - what she was telling you was true. You needed to do what she planned. 

"It's surprising you haven't fallen pregnant yet." Siobhan crossed her legs, eyes glancing over the edged railing of the Palace gardens. 

"He makes me swallow something so it doesn't happen." you tell her. 

Siobhan raises a brow. "Hm, I see. It must be a contraceptive." Siobhan tilts her head. "You drink what I gave you instead of the contraceptive and soon...you'll be pregnant."

You eyed the small vile in your hands. The color is purple and for some reason, your tastebuds already tell you that it's disgusting. But you weren't doing this for your taste buds - you were doing this you and Jungkook. Jungkook being forced to be married to someone that wasn't you leaves a bad taste on your tongue. 

Jungkook and you never talked about children - nor was it ever truly an option. You were alright with how things were now - side by side with Jungkook and being the only woman in his life. But Siobhan was correct - the Princess could possibly alter Jungkook's mind and send you out of his life. Jungkook hasn't been with another woman in over a year - yet she would soon be his wife and he'd have to. She was a beautiful woman whose beauty far exceeded yours - what better way to rival that than a child.

"When was the last time you took the contraceptive?" Siobhan questions. 

"A few days ago."

Siobhan nods her head. "Then it should be leaving your system now. Take a few sips of that," she points to the vile in your hands. "a day and it'll make you more fertile, alright?"

You nod your head, licking your lips. 

Your talks with Siobhan are always welcomed. She assisted you immensely each time you needed her to - almost like an elder sister. Now all you had to do was wait for Jungkook to come back to his room like he always did - each time more stressed than last time. 

You waited an hour until Jungkook slammed the door open and shut. He tears off his armor and throws it aside. His jaw is clenched and the look in his eyes is menacing. You catch his eyes and it noticeably softens. "Were you asleep?" he ponders.

You shake your head. "Do you need a massage?" you suggest. You come accustomed to massaging Jungkook whenever he was upset - lately was more often than not. 

Jungkook sighs but nods. He lays upon his bed, cheek on the soft satin sheets. He closes his eyes when he feels you sit on him, hands already working on his back. 

Jungkook wouldn't say he hated his father. He was sure he meant no harm by what he was trying to do for the Palace, yet he had no desire to be a husband to anyone. Jungkook was a man that lived in reality and understood well enough he could never have you as his wife and eventually he would have to marry someone. He wasn't expecting it to be so sudden - he had all the time in the world to be King; why rush to be a husband and father? It made no sense to him.

Jungkook and his father bumped heads often now. While him and King Cali were forming a bond with planning this arrangment, he could care less about conversing with the Princess. She tried one too many times to start a conversation, all in which he turned down. It wasn't her, of course. She was beautiful - he'd admit that - but she wasn't you. She couldn't treat him as well as you had already. The Princess didn't know how to massage his back with such delicate hands such as you or rub his head when it was time to sleep. He couldn't be vulerable around a stranger as her. 

Jungkook shudders at the thought of even sleeping with another woman. A year can change everything in life entirely. He would have never thought that he would fuck you every chance he had the chance to. He attempted to hide his feelings of lust for you until he could no longer - having to fuck someone and give them a child, a heir to the throne at that, disgusts him. He was more willing to do it without sex - maybe the scientists roaming the Palace could assist him in that. 

You kiss along Jungkook's neck, stirring him awake from his slumber. He turns around, you are now sitting in his lap. He flutters his eyes open and yawns. His hands rub along your thigh and already he could feel himself hardening against you. He didn't feel this way for another woman - no matter how many threw themselves at him. 

"You're stressed." you murmur, hands rubbing along his bare chest. "Let me make you feel better."

"You already have." Jungkook replies. In the four walls of his room, laying in bed with you makes his situation easier to deal with. When he was away from you and forced to be with Princess Azad was when his stress - and annoyance - skyrocketed. 

You rub against him, his cock was already erect and all it took was for you to tempt him enough to fuck you. You lean down to bring him into a kiss. His lips are soft and you can swear you pick up the taste of banana. Jungkook may be a man, but his love for savory and sweet food and drinks didn't outgrow him when he became one. 

Soon your tongue is dancing with Jungkook's and his hands are gripping onto you. He's needy - not having the chance to fuck you in a few days. It's difficult to not give into you whenever you iniciated sex - no matter the location. It was an adrenaline rush, honestly. You were unpredictable - taking him in your mouth outside in the Palace grounds while the guards were away, riding him close to the edge of the waterfall; you were frightened because you knew he wouldn't let you fall. 

"I need you inside of me." you break the kiss, already kicking off your shorts and underwear. You're already so wet that there wasn't any need for preparation. You yank at Jungkook's waist line, trying to remove the spanx material. You're successful, pulling hard enough that his cock springs out. 

Jungkook hisses when he feels you lower yourself onto him. He releases a breath, you set the pace already. Feet on the bed, you raised and lowered yourself at a rapid pace. The bed is shaking and the sounds of skin slapping is rough - anyone passing by could hear the two of you. Nothing anyone hasn't heard before - everyone knew how well he fucked you and just how good you sucked him off. 

You couldn't help but stare at Jungkook's expression. Bliss - he was content right now, at this moment. He had no worries about marrying a stranger for the act of appearance. He wasn't worrying about his father's threats, or what other people were saying. At this moment it was just him and you - what he always preferred. "I love you so much, Jungkook." you cry out, clenching around him. You were slowly growing tired, but you were determined for him to cum inside of you.

Jungkook nods his head. You always confessed your love for him - it wasn't new. He understood your love for him and though he never said the words to you, you were positive he felt the same way. 

Jungkook flips you, him now on top. He roughly pushes your legs to your shoulders and enters you. He rams inside of you at an alarming pace that you adore. "Say it again." Jungkook commands, sweat tricking down his forehead. He loved hearing you confess your love to him.

"I love you!" you cry, flinching each time he pumps inside of you. You can feel him deep inside of you, the bulge of your stomach as he does so is just as much proof. You're leaking onto the bed, but neither of you care.

"Again." Jungkook places a hand on your stomach, his thrust never halting.

Jungkook's eyes intently watch the way he fucks into you. He knows how perverted his mind is for you, but all he could think about was breeding you. It was natural for him and the people of Ivictus - to breed their partners. Only, you weren't his partner and breeding you would cause more harm for him than good. Still, that didn't stop him from imagining you full of his cum; large with his child.

"I love you, Jungkook." you cry, you were cumming around him as you spoke - but Jungkook wasn't done with you. He marvels at the way you cream around his cock. "I wish I could give you a baby."

Jungkook chokes. "Yeah?"

You nod groggily, eyes closed. "It's not fair someone else get's to have your baby." you're plotting for sure - but it wasn't suspicious. Jungkook had his own fetish and whatever Jungkook preferred, you'd gladly do. His often expressed how he wished to breed you and each time you fed into that kink - just now you actually wanted him to. 

"I know..." Jungkook's hips were snapping into sloppily. 

"Please cum in me." you begged. "I want to have your baby, Jungkook. It's not fair!"

Jungkook curses - he was going to cum. You didn't know just how much you controled him with just your words. 

"Please breed me, Jungkook." you begged, eyes opening now to look right into his. 

Eyes glassy and filled with lust and exhaustion, you were beautiful and utterly filthy. Jungkook does just as you ask him to, he shoots a large load into you, twitching. He falls on top of you, cock still inside of you. You could feel some cum dripping out, but you don't mind. As long as majority of it remained inside, you were content. 

Jungkook rolls away from you after regaining consciousness. He reaches for the small container on his bed side table - the contraceptive dosage he gave you each time he came inside of you. It wasn't something he wished to give to you, but understanding you getting pregnant wasn't an option, no matter how he wished it was you who would give him his first child and now Princess Azad.

You take the container from his hand and pour a few of the powder into your hand. Jungkook had done this enough that he trusted you to do it yourself. You don't take it, opting to wiping your hand completely on the pillow once you hear his breathing slow down. 

"Get me a spacepod, father." Jungkook roars. "I'll banish myself before I allow you to hurt Y/N."

"You and your concubine have caused enough damage to this Planet!" King Jae-yong declares, fury in his eyes. "I'm not one to tell a man what to do-"

"She's not my concubine, father." Jungkook hisses at his father, the look in his eyes appearing to be the same as the Kings. "She's pregnant with the rightful heir."

The King feels his hands clench.

As a month passes, Jungkook has grown suspicious of your behavior. You were far more horny than usual, which is weird to say because you always were ready for him. However, Jungkook had taken you so many times in different positions that he himself was growing tired afterwards - that didn't mean he stopped. He fucked ou against the shower wall, in his room - hell, the hallway on the way to his room. He wasn't safe from you - and he shared no complaints.

However, that wasn't what frightened him. Your appetite did. Humans didn't have a large appetite for food like the Ivictus people had. However, when you accompanied him along with Jimin and Taehyung, you had ate far more than the three of them did - and even wanted more.

Your strength has even increased. Now of course, you couldn't rival him. But when the two of you were playfully tussling along with Jimin, the way you brought Jimin onto his back shocked not only him and Jimin, but even the guards passing by.

Your change in appetite and strength had him questioning the scientists in the palace. They came from all around the Universe and surely would understand what was happening to you. He read no where that Human woman would grow to be like this and even wished it wasn't something deadly you'd contracted. The scientists were just as clueless, but ran no test. They concluded that you were just growing into your environment.

Jungkook wasn't convinced, but he got his answer when he once wrapped a tentacle around your waist. He did every so often now that you weren't afraid of them. He felt it - it was faint, yet he could feel it. He was alarmed at the other heart beat. While yours was that of a normal human, the heart beat of an Ivictus being was far more rapid - and he felt it coming from inside of you.

"I want her killed." King Jae-yong commands the guards. "A half-breed can never-"

Jungkook never struck his father unless they were sparring. But Jungkook wouldn't allow your death - not when you were with a child. He couldn't wrap his mind around how you were suddenly pregnant - he gave you the contraceptive the scientists made each time he came inside of you. Yet, he couldn't worry about that now. "I won't let you kill her!" Jungkook screams, irate. His eyes are shining brighter now as his emotions peak and his tentacles come out tenfold.

The King widened his eyes at his son. He's breathing heavily. This wasn't his son - he didn't raise his son to be this way. His obsession with you was greater than expected - so much so now you were pregnant while Jungkook was set to be married. How could a Prince allow a concubine be pregnant but refuse to touch his wife - it was preposterous.

"Get me a space pod." Jungkook turns to the guards. "Now!"

"Where are you going?" The King follows after Jungkook, stalking behind him. Guards all scurry away from the feuding father and son.

"Away from this Planet." Jungkook hisses. "I won't let you kill, Y/N. I won't let you kill my child."

The King inhales. "You aren't thinking rational."

Jungkook turns on his heels. "You want me to marry someone who looks down upon us." Jungkook scoffs. "For the sake of what? Appearance? I do what I've always done, father, I go to Planets and I conquer them and sell them to the highest bidder. That's what we've always done."

Jungkook turns away from his father. "I learned that from you. If you're going to strip me from my title, then do so. There's no need to banish me from the Palace because I'm already leaving."

"May I?"

The voice is sweet and soft - contrary to the way Jungkook and his father were screaming and belowing at one another.

"I wish to continue the marriage." the Princess says and Jungkook scoffs. "This marriage was never going to be one of love."

King Cali stands behind his daughter. He isn't impressed with the way both Ivictus men are speaking, yet he expected nothing less from them.

"We can still bring together both planets." Princess Azad smiles sweetly. "And raise this child as ours."

"No." Jungkook deadpans. "I don't want you near my child."

Princess Azad nods her head. "Then so be it. That is your right - however, for appearances, this will be our child."

"I agree." King Cali nods. "We're here strictly for business - if a child out of wedlock is what the Prince wants," he shrugs. "Then so be it."

"Jungkook." The King calls, but all Jungkook can do is shake his head. "You don't have to leave with Y/N."

Jungkook snickers. Now he called you by your name, and not his concubine.

"I will like to start the wedding as soon as possible. So the pregnancy won't be far off." Princess Azad steps forward. "Then I can go back to Planet Amare while your...partner gives birth."

"Deal." King Jae-yong agrees. "We'll discuss the arrangements tonight."

The footsteps of Princess Azad and King Cali can be heard throughout the quiet halls - yet all Jungkook could hear was his fathers words.

"You'd do all of this for appearances?" Jungkook murmurs. "Even if it's to cause harm to my child?"

The King stands tall. Maybe it was cruel of him - yet the weight of the Kingdom and the Planet was on his shoulders. He cannot have his son acting out of emotion. A child with a human would be nothing but a disgrace to the Ivictus people - a weakling if anything.

"She won't survive long." 

"Shut up."

"She'll die sooner or later, son. Either before or during childbirth."

"Shut up!" Jungkook bellows. 

"Humans are not meant to carry children with Ivictus blood. I'm sure your child will be a weakling, yet she cannot handle such a pregnancy."

Jungkook turns to glare at his father. 

"You don't know what my child will become!" 

The King remains quiet as Jungkook makes his exit. He'll allow his son to live out his fantasy for now - he was sure when you come to your injuries only then will he realize how true his words are. 

Princess Azad finds herself being dragged away from, eyes wide with shock. Her clothes are stained with the crimson blood, yet she's unsure what happened. Her life flashes before her eyes when she hears your bloodcurling screams through her ears. She doesn't know who's hands are wrapped around her and all she can focus on is you being pushed away, unconsious and bleeding. 

"Take her to the King!" one guard hisses, pushing her roughly away from the area. "She tried to kill the Prince's child."

"No!" she screams, shaking her head. She tries to fight against the Guards but is no match for them. "I didn't try to-"

"Silence!" a guard hisses and pushes her onto the ground.

Princess Azad is terrified when she witnesses the harsh look in their eyes - the look of disgust. No one's ever given her such a look. She was a Princess from a harmless Planet - she was beautiful and adored. 

"You tried to harm the Prince's child and now you will be dealt with accordingly." the guard shakes his head with a scoff. "And you people from Amare call us heartless."

"What is going on here?!" Princess Azad turns to her father who is running to her aid. She's now crying, tears flowing down her cheeks at such a rapid pace. "Azad-"

"Take both of them." Taehyunf commands, his eyes on Jimin. "Maybe a human is beneath you, Princess Azad, but anyone who harmed her on this Planet were on strict rules to be executed."

"Executed?!" King Cali hisses. He's confused on what's going on, but he understood for sure that his daughter didn't hurt anyone. 

Namjoon is the first to be by your side to escort you away. He shakes his head at your unconscious figure. His hand cups your bulge - so large and filled with life - that he glares at Princess Azad behind him. "We need to get her to the infirmary immediately. Inform the Prince."

One guard nods. Jungkook and his father was in a meeting and disturbing them meant an act punished by death - yet when it came to you Jungkook wasn't one to not drop everything and go. 

Namjoon follows close behind as the guards bring you into the infirmary. The few doctors, all different sizes and coming from different planets, scurry as you enter. "What happened?" one asked with wide eyes. 

"She was attacked. We believe it was to harm the child. We need to ensure the child is fine."

The doctors nod their heads. It didn't take long for them to begin, all surroudning you to get a better look at your stomach. 

Namjoon watches intently. He sees the bruises littering your skin, all coming from the child you're carrying. It took supplements shipped from another planet to ensure the fetus didn't kick and break your spine. It was as though the child was eating away at your life - yet you were adament on keeping it. The first time when the child kicked and broke a rib, Jungkook had desire to get rid of it - yet you refused.

"Is she healing up?" Namjoon asks. 

"Yes. Luckily we got those supplements from Planet Tar." one doctor says. "The stab wound is slowly healing itself, yet she lost a lot of blood. We'll have to ensure she gets lots of fluid."

The door slams open and Namjoon just knows he has to drag Jungkook out of here when he becomes far too rowdy. 

"Where is she?" Jungkook feels a hand wrap around his neck. 

"She's alright. The fetus is alright." Namjoon quickly says, just to calm down the man. "We have to allow the doctors to do their jobs without interruptions."

"But-"

"Deal with Princess Azad."

Jungkook snaps his head to Namjoon. "What do you mean?" he asks. "Did she do this to Y/N?"

Namjoon swallows but nods. "We suspect she was trying to get rid of the child - Jungkook!"

Jungkook pushes past Namjoon to the gardens. He can hear the commotion - all screams coming from the guards and the faint crying from Princess Azad. As he arrives, her eyes meet his and she visibly flinches. "Prince Jung-"

"You tried to harm Y/N and my child?" Jungkook wraps a tentacle around the Princess's neck, not caring how aggressive he was acting. 

Princess Azad chokes. Her hands tug and pull on the tentacles, but it was no avail.

"Jungkook, stop." Namjoon places a hand on his shoulder. "You'll cause a war."

"No one from that useless Planet can compare to us!" Jungkook roars - he drops the Princess's neck. She drops onto the ground with a thud, gasping loudly for air. "Get them off of this Planet!" the Guards scurry to do as the Princes say, not wishing to be caught in his rampage.

Princess Azad feels herself being dragged away, her father close behind her. She doesn't say anything to Jungkook - it was done for. She allows herself to be thrown into the small pod while he father is thrown into another one. The pod door closes and from the window she bitterly sees her reflection. Her hair is matted, eyes red from crying and her clothes battered and ripped up. 

"Will Y/N be alright?" Jimin questions. "I don't know how Princess Azad got to the Royalty quarters. She was never permitted here."

Jungkook doesn't respond. His eyes are on the pods now floating into the air. The audacity of these people - coming to his Planet after all the fuss they caused over the year. Princess Azad was a hypocrite - calling herself a pacifist was laughable. She tried to kill you and his child - and for what he was unsure of. He had agreed to go along with the marriage, only to be done after the child was born. You needed more attention than he originally thought, especially after all the stress and near death experiences you were going through with this baby. 

"Inform my father with the details." Jungkook says to no one in general, but everyone gets the hint. "Also let him know that the marriage between that bitch and I are off. Tell him I will be with Y/N if he likes it or not." Jimin eyes Jungkook. "If he's angry with that, prepare a pod for Y/N and I."

"Where would you go if you leave?" Jimin trails behind him. "You're the Prince-"

"I won't allow her to be harmed again." Jungkook states. "If my father is upset with me then he can be upset alone in this Palace."

You're blinking your eyes when Jungkook returns to the infimary. He's at your side, eyes scanning your figure for any sign of discomfort. "Everyone out!" he commands. "Y/N...what-"

"I'm fine." you nod your head. "I'm fine I didn't know she'll-"

"She's not here anymore." Jungkook places a hand on your stomach. He could feel the baby moving inside of you and sighs in relief. If only he could tell his father how incorrect he was about his child being nothing but a weakling. "I should have killed her."

You widen your eyes. "She's gone? For good?"

Jungkook nods. "I won't be marrying her and be tied to that Planet." he scoffs. "We will be leaving next if my father doesn't approve."

You take in the information Jungkook gives you. Placing a hand next to Jungkook's on your stomach, you actually smile. You were grateful for the supplements given to you months back from Planet Tar, because if it wasn't for them, you weren't sure you'd survived the way you stabbed yourself.

Jungkook smiles in return and now you can say you feel genuinely happy and complete - as sinister as it sounds. Now it wasn't anything holding you back from having Jungkook to yourself. 

Part 3 (Power & Control) Coming Soon!

Power & Control (Teaser)

@silversparkles11 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63

#slave 19990319 #concubine 19990319 #explicit-tae #btsmasterlist2022 #bangtanwritershq #btswritersclub #bts smut #bangtan smut #alien jungkook #prince jungkook #arrange marriage

[thedoctorsthings]

Power to the King teaser

summary: in the capital city of a small Nordic kingdom in the 10th century the king is slowly descending into madness. His wife recently died and he remarries. His sons Yoongi and Jungkook desperately try to keep his destructive tendencies in control while dealing with their own destructive romances.

featuring: crown prince Yoongi, second born prince Jungkook, royal guards Hoseok and Namjoon, druids Taehyung and Seokjin and farmer boy Jimin.

this series will be 7 parts divided into chapters. One part for each member. We'll follow them into their journey of meeting the love of their lives in a 10th century viking settlement. beneath you'll find the trope of each story

Jungkook: Prince x chambermaid (forbidden romance)

Taehyung: Druid x forest nymph (friends to lovers)

Jimin: farmer boy x princess (forbidden romance)

Namjoon: royal guard x barmaid (no idea what trope this is except for king being a destructive dick)

Hoseok: royals guard x druid's apprentice (promised to another)

Yoongi: Crown prince x noble girl (forced marriage/enemies to lovers)

Seokjin: Druid x king's wife (forbidden love, my personal favourite)

disclaimers: angst, smut but only implied never explicitly described, historical inaccuracies (i'm not an expert and i don't have time to do excessive research), lot's of dramatic typical period drama stuff, people getting wounded, war, yearning etc

coming somewhere in february probably cuz i got exams now

#bts #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #taehyung #yoongi #jin #hoseok #bts headcanons #bts fanfiction #historical au #bts historical au #bts fantasy au #fantasy au #bangtan #forbidden love #forced marriage #arranged marriage #enemies to lovers #ff #friends to lovers

[mysafehaneul]

VI. AQUAMARINE

CHAPTER 6: MIDNIGHT RAIN

JEON WONWOO X READER

WORDS: 5k+

GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

Angst, Fluff, Smut

(Wonwoo listening his cousin bullshit his way through with his adopted son)

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Humans are often regarded as one of God's most remarkable creations. Their gift lies in their capacity to feel and, perhaps most importantly, their ability to choose. This choice extends to the depth at which they allow emotions to permeate their existence and whether they will permit these emotions to wield control. Among the plethora of emotions humans grapple with, two stand out as the most transformative: Love and Fear.

Fear can, at times, feel like the venomous bite of a serpent. Its poison infiltrates the body slowly, much like a creeping shadow merging with the blood coursing through the veins. Gradually, your body turns an eerie shade of blue, the coldness seeping into your very core, and then comes the numbing sensation. At this point, it seems as though your soul has departed, leaving behind nothing but an empty vessel.

Jeon Wonwoo, a man of logic and strategy, had experienced this paralyzing fear on just four distinct occasions throughout his life. In his family of Jeon cousins, he had always been seen as the rational and reliable one. Born to Jeon Wooshik and Sunmi, he was their cherished child and the apple of his grandmother's eye. When he was seven years old, his parents had contemplated expanding their business to Japan. However, his grandparents opposed the idea, so he continued his education in his homeland until middle school. At the age of 16, he relocated to London. This was where he first encountered Eleanor, his initial love.

Wonwoo had led a simple, disciplined life. He had a profound understanding of who he was and the influence he held. Yet, he was also acutely aware of the fragility of the intricate game known as life. He understood that the moment one took something for granted, life was apt to roll the dice and reveal its unpredictable hand. Thus, one must continually prove their worthiness. It was his grandfather who had once imparted the wisdom that good things come to those who work diligently for them.

The first of those four chilling episodes transpired when he was 16 years old. At that age, he was the epitome of youthful exuberance, with all the confidence and recklessness that adolescence often entails. He and his middle-school friend, Mingyu, both avid astronomy enthusiasts, set out for a night of stargazing. Mingyu, having recently acquired his driver's license, often drove to a place he discovered in one of his adventures. Mingyu had a dream to build an observatory near the pond in the newly developed section of the jungle, known as Bourbon Street. In one of their ambitious plans, Wonwoo intended to construct a home for himself and Eleanor on the same property. Yet the thing about plans is humor in itself for God.

They were behind the wheel, cruising along the rain-slicked roads. Boys at the age of 16, reckless and unbridled, invincible in their own minds. The night was tranquil, and the promise of adventure hung in the air. Suddenly, as they rounded a corner, a small raccoon darted across the road. Wonwoo's instincts took over; he slammed the brakes. However, the combination of the wet road and the vehicle's speed sent the car skidding out of control. It flipped, the world spinning in disarray.

The experience was an instant awakening. Fear gripped Wonwoo in its cold embrace as he struggled to make sense of the world turned upside down. When he gazed upon his friend, Mingyu, his eyes were lifeless, staring back at him. It was the first time in his young life that he felt the icy fingers of that overpowering fear.

In the days and weeks following the accident, Wonwoo wrestled with a profound sense of survivor's guilt. The memories of the ill-fated night haunted him relentlessly.

He couldn't shake the idea that he should have been the one to die that evening, not Mingyu. Why had the universe chosen to spare him? Why had he survived when his best friend had not? These thoughts tormented him, and he often found himself lost in a whirlpool of sorrow, asking questions that had no answers.

Attending Mingyu's funeral deepened his guilt. As he stood by the gravesite, holding a portion of Mingyu's ashes in his trembling hands, he made a silent promise to his departed friend: he would build that observatory and dedicate it to him, as a way of carrying a piece of Mingyu's dreams and ambitions into the future.

The accident not only left a deep emotional scar but also brought to Wonwoo's attention the stark realities of life. It dawned on him that wealth and privilege could serve as a protective shield against the harshness of the world. The news of the accident had been suppressed, and Wonwoo's influential family had made certain that Mingyu's family was well compensated. Their wealth ensured that they could keep the incident out of the public eye.

Wonwoo's mother, upon hearing the news that her son was safe, clung to him tightly, weeping with gratitude that her precious child had been spared. It was a poignant moment that emphasized how fortunes could dramatically shape the course of life. Wonwoo's grandmother, who had a strong hand in the family, took immediate action. She issued a stern decree that her grandson was not to drive anywhere without a driver, instilling in him a sense of dependency that he had never felt before.

As time passed, The pain soothed and people moved on. After the accident, the municipal held an auction for the land where the accident had happened, and the price had significantly dropped. Wonwoo', well aware of the land's importance, acted quickly to successfully bid for the plot in his name. But he was outbid by someone else named 28. When he turned to look, he saw a lady in uniform and noticed a young girl, not much older than 12, with two neatly braided pigtails and a white frock. She sat prim and proper, yet her gaze seemed fixed on something beyond the scene. The first thought that occurred was 'Isn't she a bit young to be here?'

During the auction's lunch break, Wonwoo strolled near the pond and spotted the same girl. She was assisting a mother duck whose legs had become entangled in plastic and a branch. The duck had pecked at her, but the girl's steady and skilled hands worked swiftly to free the distressed bird. The brood of ducklings stood nearby, watching nervously as the rescue unfolded.

Wonwoo was intrigued and wanted to approach but hesitated, not wanting to disturb the scene. The girl expertly untangled the duck's legs and let her rejoin her ducklings in the pond. Returned with a handkerchief filled with breadcrumbs, and started feeding them.

Wonwoo slowly approached them when her voice cut through,

"You shouldn't walk so loudly; you'll scare them away," she told him gently.

"Sorry," he offered, realizing he had been inattentive. "But didn't they hurt you? Why are you feeding them?"

The girl shrugged and replied, "My mother says that sometimes people who are hurt say harsh things because they don't know how to ask for help."

This response left Wonwoo pondering how a young girl like her displayed more wisdom and sensitivity than most of his friends, peers, and even many adults in his life. As a token of their interaction, she offered him a piece of bread to feed the ducks. Their conversation was interrupted when someone called her

"Miss, Let's go".

She handed Wonwoo the handkerchief, instructing him to feed the ducks well, and then left, heading toward a waiting car where a woman in uniform awaited her. Animatedly, she recounted her rescue mission to the uniformed lady, who listened with a smile.

As the car pulled away, leaving Wonwoo behind, he watched the girl's lively chatter and thought to himself, "Cute kid." He then proceeded to distribute all the bread from the handkerchief to the ducks, tucking the now empty cloth into his pant pockets. It was the first time he had been outbid twice in one day, and it left him pondering how he might acquire the land from the mysterious bidder number 28.

The second time Wonwoo felt that profound fear was during his grandmother's final moments. The room was bathed in a gentle, fading light, and the air was heavy with a sense of solemnity. Wonwoo, his mother, and other family members stood around her bedside, their faces etched with sadness.

His grandmother, a wise and gentle presence throughout his life, lay frail. Her breathing was shallow and labored as she approached the end of her journey. Wonwoo's mother, Sunmi, gently held her mother-in-law's hand. The old woman's eyes, once filled with a lifetime of stories, met Wonwoo's, and in those fading orbs, he saw a mixture of love, wisdom, and sorrow.

With the last of her strength, she whispered words that etched themselves deep into Wonwoo's soul. "Wooshik's father must have been lonely for a long time," she said softly, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf about to fall. Then, with those poignant words, she closed her eyes for the final time.

The third time that chilling fear gripped Wonwoo's heart was on a quiet evening, a month after his grandmother's funeral. He sat alone in his London flat, the room illuminated only by the soft glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

His phone lit up with notifications. As he picked it up and swiped through the messages, his world shattered. There, on the screen, were photographs of Eleanor's wedding, a vision of her radiant in her bridal gown, sharing smiles and vows with someone who wasn't him. The images were a bitter testament to the future they would never share.

But it was the text message that accompanied the photos that sent a dagger of fear through him. Eleanor's words were cold and final as if she had made a calculated decision. "I didn't want you to know this from anyone else," the message began, and with those words, a sense of dread intensified. "It is what it is. I gave this a lot of thought, and I don't think the future I envision for myself can be fulfilled with you. The skeletons in your family's closets can easily be discovered if anyone digs enough, and I can't have anyone or anything holding me back. I am sorry, goodbye."

It was the realization that someone he had loved, someone he had envisioned his future with, could cast him aside so easily that brought forth this crippling fear. It wasn't just the loss of love but the revelation that people could be ruthless in the pursuit of their own ambitions, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and broken hearts. It was a fear of vulnerability and the harsh realities of the world, one that came crashing down like a tidal wave on that fateful evening.

The fourth time that fear gripped Wonwoo was on the night before the custody case. He had settled into a fitful slumber on the room couch when the sound of whimpering sliced through the silence of the night.

Groggily, he rose from the couch and followed the plaintive sounds to find you. You were in your bed, yet you were not at peace. The covers were tangled around you, and your body was contorted as if caught in the clutches of a terrible dream.

Tears streamed down your face, and you muttered in your sleep, "Sorry, please, no."

Your forehead glistened with sweat, the beads gathering into small, glistening droplets. It was as if you were caught in a nightmare, a place of torment that he couldn't reach.

Without thinking, he reached out and gently took your hand. He couldn't explain the rush of emotions he felt at that moment—the desire to protect, to comfort, to chase away whatever demons haunted his dreams.

For the first time, he realized that this had become more than just a business deal. In that darkened room, Wonwoo's heart clenched with the understanding that he was now deeply invested in this struggle.

....

For Wonwoo, his pursuit of that particular land had festered for a long time, a clandestine ambition kept secret from even his parents. So, when his father mentioned the L/N family, it felt like the stars were aligning in his favor. It no longer mattered what it took; he wanted it, and he was willing to do whatever it required. Even if that meant getting married. He knew your father was a stubborn man, and how do you tempt someone who seemingly has everything? The answer was simple—by getting to the one for whom he had built that empire.

On a Wednesday morning, Chan presented him with your file. Wonwoo hadn't expected you to be so different from what he had imagined, influenced by popular beliefs and presumptions.

"This is interesting," he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk.

Chan, who stood there holding the file, raised an inquisitive brow. "What is?"

The object of Wonwoo's interest was a photograph. In it, You were sitting in a children's park. Your hair shimmered under the sun; a smile played on your lips as you looked down at your phone. He recalled when you stood, barely reaching his chest in height, feeding ducks in that park.

"She's mostly settled in Switzerland," Chan informed him. "She opened and is running a branch of their family's diamond and stones business there."

"Please turn to the next page," He instructed, Wonwoo's gaze locked on the photograph. He glanced up at Chan as the information continued. "We've gathered that the land was initially solely under her name, but a year ago, an unidentified benefactor was also added."

Wonwoo flipped to the next page and saw a photograph of you pushing a blonde child on a swing. "Her child?"

"Secret child. No one is aware of its existence, not even her parents."

"Secret child, huh?" Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The little girl is all grown up now. His fingers traced his jawline.

"What about the father?" He inquired.

"Well, it seems like he's not in the picture," Chan mused, "No pun intended."

Chan caught the fed-up look in Wonwoo's eyes.

"Well, then," Wonwoo said, focusing on the bigger picture, "Burbone doesn't seem that far now, does it, Chan?"

A knowing look passed between them.

....

Late at night, the soft amber glow of a desk lamp illuminated the spacious office of Jeon Wonwoo. A crystal tumbler filled with whiskey stood beside a scattered array of paperwork. The gentle clinking of ice cubes accompanied his contemplative thoughts as he swirled the golden liquid in the glass.

His mind drifted back to the series of events that had led him to this point. Meeting you had been a surprise, to say the least. The sweet and easily chatty girl he remembered from his teenage years had transformed into a rose with thorns, sharp-tongued and unapologetically independent.

When you proposed the marriage, he had seen it as an opportunity to create the conditions and situations that would inevitably lead you to give up the coveted land. There was nothing else about you that interested him, and if he could assist you in gaining custody of a child, there was nothing to lose.

Wonwoo had never been particularly interested in having children, despite his parents' persistent pressure. But as he watched you with Noel for the first time when you both slept in the same bed, cuddled due to the fatigue of the wedding and the flight, something shifted within him. The knots in his heart began to unravel, and gradually, he found himself looking forward to coming home.

Whether you were in your home office or the living area, watching Noel play games or having dinner together, there was an inexplicable warmth in these moments. He had started to make sure that he completed his work by 7 in the evening, eager to be part of these family moments.

He had even stopped smoking at home, convinced by his newfound understanding of the health risks it posed to children. Only two months had passed, but he didn't even realize how much he enjoyed talking to you. It was as if, with each passing day, there was something new and enchanting about your routine, and you were becoming more beautiful by the day.

...

It is widely believed that there's nothing scarier than a man who has nothing to lose. Jeon Wonwoo was widely regarded as someone who had very few things he held dear, making it difficult to get under his skin. Profit always took precedence. So why, when Noel's uncle casually claimed that you both had slept together, did it bother him so much?

The feeling was foreign, something he couldn't quite comprehend. It was none of his business, but still, it gnawed at him. The mere thought of it made him uneasy.

He couldn't explain why your laughter in the field upon his loss resonated within him, why it made his heart pound. He couldn't fathom why he felt pride swell in his chest when he saw you getting along with his family and cousins, especially his parents who hold you in such high regard. Nor he could understand why his heart felt like it was being torn into pieces when you looked at him, your eyes filled with what seemed like a betrayal.

He watched you talking to Eleanor on the balcony, contemplating whether to join you. But before he could decide, you stepped out, looking a little tired. Concerned, he thought about calling you,

As Wonwoo cautiously approached you, he observed your hesitation and stopped in confusion. Just as he was about to reach out and touch your shoulder, he overheard the reason you had paused.

"I mean, what else can I expect? I heard Master Wonwoo’s grandfather used to be a constructor and a loan shark. Poor L/Ns, where they've got themselves, trapped into," one of the maids had said.

"But didn't they build the company?" the other maid asked.

"Well, yes, after getting married, Master Wooshik's grandfather gave his father a handsome dowry on the condition if he leaves—"

Their voices were interrupted by a commanding voice, "What are you two busy chatting about? Come here; dinner time is approaching."

"Yes, ma'am."

Wonwoo's gaze was now fixed upon you, concern etched into his features and lips drawn into a line as he sought to understand how these revelations were affecting you.

The words, "They changed their minds the moment they heard the child's worth," echoed in your mind, like a relentless refrain. The weight of it pressed upon you, causing your heart to ache as your anger grew.

As you contemplated confronting the man who had spoken these words, you realized the futility of such an act. The last thing you wanted was to give them more to gossip about, to become the topic of their shallow conversations. Instead, you decided to remove yourself and Noel from the party, away from these people.

With determined steps, you began walking toward the room where Noel was. He observed your actions, his eyes focused intently on you.

However, as you were about to step into the room, Wonwoo suddenly grabbed your wrist, halting you with a yank. His grip was firm, and his voice carried a sense of urgency.

"Let go of me," you gritted your teeth, your eyes sending a clear warning.

"Where are you going?" Wonwoo asked his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

"None of your business. Let go of me," you insisted, tugging at your wrist in an attempt to free yourself.

But Wonwoo wouldn't release his hold, and you noticed a waiter emerging from the storeroom under the stairs, looking embarrassed as if caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Wonwoo -" you started, but he didn't let go. Instead, he pulled you closer, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear.

"Y/n, stop giving them something more to talk about."

Feeling your resistance wane, you allowed him to lead you into the room. Once inside, you forcefully yanked your wrist away from his grasp.

"Don't you ever dare to drag me like this," you warned, your eyes blazing with anger.

Wonwoo sighed, clicking the lock on the door. He turned to face you, his hands tucked into his pockets. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting a warm aura. The moonlight seeped through the curtains.

"Sorry," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

You glared at him, your frustration and disappointment evident.

"I get it that you're angry," he acknowledged.

"I am not angry at you, Wonwoo," you replied, your voice dripping with exasperation. "I am angry at myself for believing that someone like you could be any different from the others."

Wonwoo furrowed his brow, genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," you retorted, stepping closer to him. "You're just as shallow as Nikolai."

The mention of Nikolai's name sparked irritation in Wonwoo. He took a step towards you. "Two billion is all it took for you and your family to accept Noel? I mean, what else can I expect from a man who said that I always weigh my gains before making any deal."

Wonwoo stared at you, aghast. "You'll take the words of gossip over the two months that you've known me, Y/n? Is that your opinion of me?"

"Don't you dare turn this on me, Wonwoo!" you shot back. "This has nothing to do with gossip. This is coming from what I have observed. Just a few weeks ago, your parents, who were so set against the very idea of Noel's name being attached to you, which, mind you, I didn't even ask for, are now treating him as if he's their own."

Wonwoo looked at you, bewildered. "People can have a change of heart, Y/n."

"Of course, they can, Wonwoo," you replied, closing the gap between you. "That's the whole point. The moment they realize this is not just some poor orphan but the heir to a two-billion-dollar company, of course, anyone can have a change of heart."

Unknowingly, you walked even closer, until you were face to face.

"Don't you think you're speaking a little out of turn here, baby girl?" Wonwoo gave a mocking chuckle.

You didn't back down when he stepped into your space. "Do you think my family and I even give a flying fuck about two billion?"

"Did you even bother asking me what I talked about with my father? What I say to him for them to accept Noel?" Wonwoo's irritation was palpable. "No, you just assumed and deluded yourself into thinking that your version of things is the truth, and the rest are just out here to fool you."

Wonwoo took a step forward making you take a step back, his frustration evident. "I mean, what can I expect from a woman who was in love with her best friend's husband and raising his child as if it's her own? Now tell me, who is the shallow one? Who is the one who's feeding into her own imagination?"

The room was filled with tension, as both of you locked gazes.

They say that no one knows a person better than themselves, but sometimes, when our fears and doubts about ourselves are voiced by someone else, it feels like a crushing weight on our chest. It's as though they've laid bare our pride in a fragile glass jar and carelessly shattered it, the shards cutting into our very being.

As you stared at the man in front of you, your legs felt weak, unable to bear the emotional weight of his words. The defiance that had initially burned within you had been replaced by a sense of powerlessness. A lump rose in your throat, choking your ability to respond.

"I knew I should've walked out of your office that day," you whispered, your voice trembling with sadness. The room seemed to close in around you, and you found it difficult to maintain eye contact.

Wonwoo, however, realized his mistake a beat too late. He had seen the pain in your eyes, and at that moment, his breath hitched as he comprehended the depth of his error. It was clear to him that he had screwed up.

You moved away from him, your head cast down as you walked toward the door. But before leaving, you turned to face him and said, "I think we're done here, Wonwoo. My lawyer will be contacting you soon."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N. You know you'll be losing Oasis and Burbone Road as a whole if you divorce me, right?" Wonwoo's voice held a trace of warning.

You met his words with a sardonic smile. "Consider it a gift for everything you've done till now. Either way, you were going to work your way to earn full ownership, of your side projects under confidentiality. Isn't that right, Mr. Jeon?"

"Don't call me that," he grumbled.

"I'll take the blame so you don't have to worry—"

But before you could finish, he cut in. "The court will withdraw your adoption application. We're in a 6-month trial period, and the first visit is in 2 weeks from now."

You closed your eyes briefly, collecting your thoughts. "That's for me to think about. As I told you in the office, I know there is always another way, another door."

He turned his body toward you, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What would that be? Another husband, or this time you'll go to that bastard, Nikolai?"

Your patience wavered as his audacity pushed you. You felt the fire that had almost extinguished rekindling. He had the nerve to say this when his flimsy NDA paraded around as if after his mother, she held the first claim over him. "Maybe. Maybe this time I'll just go to Nikolai. What's it to you? Maybe I'll consider his proposal." You stepped into his space, poking your finger into his chest.

Wonwoo could feel a growl rising in his throat, and your next words shattered his control. "I mean, he'll be more than happy to oblige. Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Wonwoo grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips onto yours.

Wonwoo's breath was heavy as he pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "Repeat that," he demanded, his voice laced with force and a hint of jealousy.

You, equally breathless, didn't back down. "I said, who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do—"

Before you could finish, he crushed his lips onto yours, his kiss passionate and demanding. You broke for a moment, staring at him with heavy breaths, your gaze shifting to his lips. Without hesitation, you both leaned in, kissing again.

He swiftly picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. His teeth grazed your lower lip, eliciting a moan from you. Your lips disconnected, and the back of his knees hit the mattress. He sat down with your knees on either side of his thighs. His lips found your neck, and his hand creased your backside, giving it a playful squeeze.

"Wonwoo," you breathed out, your voice filled with desire.

He raised his head from the crook of your neck, his eyes dark with passion. "Yes, Babygirl."

Your chest heaved, your lips swollen from the heated kiss. Wonwoo felt two contradictory emotions coursing through him: anger at the thought of others getting to see you like this, and pity that they weren't able to call you theirs.

Your nails scraped gently across his scalp as you both leaned in for another kiss when a sudden knock at the door interrupted the passionate moment. The voice on the other side called your name, and you stumbled out of Wonwoo's grip, your heart racing.

"Ms. Y/N, are you in there?" The voice persisted.

"Yes," you squeaked, clearing your throat, your cheeks flustered.

"Uhm, Ms. Y/N, Master Jeon is looking for you and Young Master, to join him for dinner. Do you—perhaps know where Young Master is?"

"We'll be right there, Cecilia," Wonwoo answered. You looked at him in shock and mouthed, "Unbelievable."

Wonwoo ran a hand through his hair and threw himself back onto the bed. Your heart was still pounding, as if you were a teenager caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

"Y/N," he began, but you cut him off.

"I'll go first," you said with a hasty glance and fixed your appearance. With rushed steps, you exited the room and made your way to the dining hall, leaving him behind.

Noel was seated next to your father-in-law, and they were engrossed in a discussion about their upcoming fishing trip. You wanted to move him away from that table, but you refrained from creating any scene. Jungkook sat opposite Noel, and you took the seat next to him. Han Joon-hee joined the conversation, Jungkook was telling a tale of the time he had caught a swordfish with his bare hands, and Noel's eyes sparkled with fascination when he heard it. "The swordfish shoved his sword up his ass," Joon-hee added, and everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Eleanor and her husband were conspicuously absent from the dinner table. You and Joon-hee engaged in casual conversation, discussing topics of no particular significance, but your heart felt heavy with the weight of what Wonwoo had said earlier. Throughout the dinner, you intentionally avoided making eye contact with him. The atmosphere remained lively, but there was an underlying tension beneath the laughter.

....

That night, you lay beside Noel in his room, gently running your fingers through his hair as tears welled up in your eyes. As you struggled to hold back the tears, soon sleep engulfed you and a dream began to take shape.

You found yourself sitting in the bedroom of the apartment you used to share with Noella during your college days. Noella appeared, looking just as she did at the age of 22. You bit your tongue to suppress the tears that threatened to fall. She spoke, "The heart is a heavy burden, my love. It's okay to let your eyes shed some of its weight."

Seeing her, you immediately wrapped your arms around her. "I don't know what to do, Ella. I feel like I'm failing. I wish you were here. How could you be so selfish and leave me? How could you leave your son? I'm constantly worried that I'm not doing enough. Whatever I do will never be good enough. How could you be so selfish, Ella? How could you leave your son like this? How could you leave me like this?"

Noella offered an apology with a touch of humor, "I'm sorry, baby. In the next life, I'll send out the memo the night before."

You looked at her, initially offended, but then the two of you broke into laughter.

"You know, Y/n," Noella began, "sometimes the hardest part of letting someone go isn't about filling the voids that formed in their absence. Sometimes, it's about finding the purpose of every piece they've left behind. So let go, Y/n. Let go of the things that are beyond your control. Holding onto the broken shreds will only make you bleed. Your friendship is the best thing that ever happened to me. You were the light that helped me out of the dark, and I am forever grateful that you're here with Noel."

Tears trickled down from both of your eyes.

"I'm sorry that I was too late to realize what Joshua truly meant to you," she confessed.

You shook your head and said, "I'm glad it didn't turn out that way, or else I would've never been able to meet Noel."

"He's a good kid, isn't he?" Noella asked.

"The best," you replied with a fond smile. Then you added, "Good job."

She shook her head, denying the compliment, and said, "No, good job to you. And I'm sorry for looping you into it."

You teased, "You should've thought of that when you were doing it without a condom."

"Touché," she conceded.

You don't remember how long has it been, you rested your head on her shoulder as she caressed your head. She began In a more serious tone, "I've been thinking…"

you raised your head, she continued, "You should name your daughter Iris."

You turned your head toward her, a look of confusion on your face. "Pardon my who?"

You woke up abruptly before you could get your answer as Noel gently shook you, his concerned young eyes filled with worry., you blinked away the remnants of your dream. His small, concerned face hovered over you as he gently said, "You've been crying and calling out Mama's name. Are you having a nightmare, Tante?"

You managed a weak smile and replied, "No, sweetie. It was just a bad dream. I'm okay now."

Still not entirely convinced, Noel added, "Okay, but wake up, Uncle Wonwoo and I have to go fishing with Grandpa and JK."

'Grandpa huh?'

With that, he scampered off to get ready for his little fishing trip with the boys, leaving you to reflect on the bittersweet dream that had given you a chance to converse with the memory of your Ella.

TBC.

A/N: Wonwoo that was a messed up thing to say bruv! But atleast they kissed so welp! When I was writing that scene I just could help but think of that scene from alchemy of soul s2. I think this is the shortest chapter I’ve written of this series. These days I’m feeling as if this work not of people’s liking due to the lack of engagement. Maybe I should put it in a hiatus idk. Let’s see how this chapter does ig.

xx

MSH

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[taekookielove0130]

I Have A Wish. (Jjk x Yn One shot)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Yn)

Word Count: 6.7K+

⚠️ Warnings: Jungkook's Thighs, sexual content(18+) Minors 🙏 stay away

💓Genre: Smut and fluff.

Synopsis: The second month after when you start dating, Jungkook takes you to meet his parents, and that night, a wish of yours comes true...

*Reposted after editing. Contains minor changes*

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You check the clock to see that it's 4:30. 'Oh, God. I hope he isn't late today...' You think to yourself just when you hear the doorbell ring. You run hurriedly to open it and immediately hug your boyfriend who's standing there with a paper bag in his hand. His other hand goes around your waist, and he pulls you in, and you sigh at the comfort the simple gesture causes in you.

You feel his smile on your shoulder just when you remember, and you pull away asking him, "Did you get the wine? "

He simply hands over the bag, sees you moving fast across the room packing everything you need to take, and says, "Yes, I did. "

"Okay. I've packed the flowers, the cookies we made, and..." You recite, absent-mindedly counting on your fingers the things you already packed.

"YN." You hear him softly call out.

And you immediately ask him, "Did I miss anything?"

With a frown on your face and scrunch up your eyebrows in concentration that he finds cute. After thinking for 5 minutes straight, you realize that you packed everything and turn to face him from where he's sitting on the couch and ask him with a frown on your face, "What?"

You watch as he opens his arms and hooks his fingers at you in a gesture of, "Come here. " and your legs automatically move towards him.

You stand in front of him and yelp when you suddenly feel his hands loop around your waist and pull you down. You fall in his lap and clutch onto his shoulders helplessly as he hugs you tight. You feel yourself relax and sigh, realizing why he hugged you.

You and Jungkook have been dating for two months, and today, his parents have invited you to their home for dinner. You were meeting his parents in person! You had spoken to his mom over the phone countless times, and you knew both his parents were good people who loved, valued, and treasured Jungkook, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

You were anxious about meeting his parents, and you couldn't change the way you tirelessly kept arranging and rearranging the things you had to take to meet them. His touch on your cheek brings you out of your musings as he slowly pulls away. Cupping your face in both hands, he looks you in the eye and says, "Jagiya, relax. It's just my parents. You know that they won't eat you, don't you?" He jokes, offering you his bunny smile, and you feel a smile growing on your face in response to his.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just too nervous because I haven't seen them before. " You admit with a sigh, then continue "Okay let's just check if we have everything once, and then we're good to go."

He chuckles in response and says, "You've already checked it like, 5 times. Are you sure you wanna check it again?"

You roll your eyes in response and slap his playfully on the shoulders but can't hide the smile on your face. You stand to go, but he pulls you back, making you fall on him. Before you even have a chance to react, he places his lips on yours, kissing you softly. You feel his hands go under your soft summer dress and up to rest on your stomach. You stare, narrowing your eyes at him, and he pinches your waist in response. Your eyes widen comically, and you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, turning your gasp into a soft moan. You shut your eyes, enjoying the sensations, and a few moments later, the need for oxygen breaks you apart from him. You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes for a moment before you have to face reality...

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Yn PoV:

"Are you ready?" Jungkook asks me as we are both standing on their doorstep, and I'm shifting my feet. I give him a nervous smile and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I entwine my fingers through his and say, "As ready as I'll ever be."

The door opens right at that moment and there stands a woman who looks about 30 years old but I know better. I recognize her as Jungkook's mom from the pictures he has shown me. She's wearing an apron above her dress and has hair falling out of her bun but still manages to look impeccable in the satin blue gown she's wearing. She's petite but has an aura of confidence in the way she's presenting herself.

I bow to her with a smile and then watch as Jungkook gives a wide smile and opens his arms for a hug and expect her to hug him tight. But instead, Mrs. Jeon shocks me by slapping him lightly on the shoulder and turning to engulf me in a warm hug that I didn't expect.

"Ah." Jungkook shouts. I meet his eyes above Mrs. Jeon's shoulder and see his eyes filled with happiness as his face conveys playful anger directed toward his mom. I give him a genuine smile that comes from my heart and slowly wrap my hands around her frame. A few moments pass before I feel Mrs. Jeon pull away. 

She gives me a soft smile, pats my hair, and then lets out an excited squeal and claps. "I've always wanted a daughter, you know. Now I regret giving birth to a baby boy like this pabo here more than ever." She says turning to glare at Jungkook. She holds his ear and pinches it making him wince and shout out, "Ah, ma!"

"Hmm. That's me! You remembered that just now, huh? I've been begging you to come visit and the only reason you come here is that your girlfriend wanted to. If not for Yn, I don't think you would have come today either. " She says glaring at him angrily.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll visit regularly after this. Please forgive me." He says giving her his puppy eyes and I know he has won. His puppy eyes can get even the hardest stone to melt!

Mrs. Jeon leaves his ear and then pats his head twice as her eyes soften. She pulls him into a tight hug similar to the one she just gave me and I see Jungkook's eyes glistening with tears. That's when I realize that he got his ears pierced 3 days ago. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to tell Mrs. Jeon but Jungkook just shakes his head, giving me a teary smile. He then buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and I watch as she gently combs her fingers through his hair.

Just when I think my poor heart can't handle a sight filled with so much love, I'm once again engulfed in a warm hug but this time it's masculine. It's a hug of protection and trust that I receive from Jungkook's father. Moments later, I pull away and bow to him.

"Good evening, Mister Jeon." I say and he replies by saying, "Good evening. But please dear, call me Ajusshi. 'Mr. Jeon' just makes me feel too old." mimicking a disgusted expression. " "That's right. You can call us Ajusshi and Ajumma or instead appa and eomma just like jungkook does. No formal titles, please." Mrs. Jeon agrees and I lower my head responding with a flustered, "I'll call you the way jungkook does." I witness another heartwarming moment as Mr. Jeon pulls Jungkook into a hug similar to what he gave me. I see the way Jungkook's face conveys pure bliss. I don't think the day can get any more perfect and look forward to the evening ahead.

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JK Pov:

"Will you stop looking at me or do you want to kill me with that look?" I ask playfully as Yn smirks at me. We had a wonderful time at my parents' and we promised to return the next week for a visit. Now I'm driving us home and Yn has been eyeing me like eye candy for the past 20 minutes which, at any other time would have me smirking but right now, I'm more worried about our safety as her attention has me distracted.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts as she moves towards me and places her hand on my chest saying, "You're my boyfriend. I believe I have" and then kisses me on my chest "all. The. Rights. To. Stare. At. You. " punctuating each word with a kiss. She then continues kissing her way up my shoulder and afraid to drive, I pull up at the nearest place.

"Okay. Now you got all my attention." I say after I turn off the car, unlock my seat belt and push my seat backward to make space for her. She places her hands on each of my shoulders and I look at her with a confused gaze.

Giving me a smirk, she shifts over so that she's sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs and facing me. I smirk right back at her and decide to simply watch, and she doesn't disappoint me. She glides her hands above my chest and over my shoulders, pulling me closer by tugging at the lapels of the shirt I'm wearing. She raises a little to place an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes, feeling the love soak through our skin from her kiss. I grip her waist as I feel her softly kiss each of my eyelids and then descend.

Just when I think she's about to kiss my cheeks, she moves to the left and places an open-mouthed kiss on my left earlobe, right where I got the piercing. She then moves right and repeats the action and I feel her tears drop onto my cheeks. My eyes shoot open and I watch her teary eyes as she kisses me softly on my nose. I wipe her tears away from her face but wait patiently till she's done kissing my cheeks and chin before I take control. Pushing forward, I pull her as close as physically possible and connect our lips, softly moving mine against hers.

She responds by sliding her shaking hands to my shirt and tugging me closer and I feel my heart skip a beat. I push my tongue against her plump lips and she responds by opening her mouth meeting my tongue with hers. We pull apart to breathe in and the next second we're connected again, lips clashing, teeth gnawing and tongue battling with no knowledge of who truly initiated the kiss. She moves her hands to my hair and tugs as I move my hands below her dress and up into it. My cold hands meet her soft, warm stomach and she shivers, moaning softly into my mouth.

We kiss and kiss till we're both panting and can't anymore. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers, giving her a soft smile. Our eyes meet again, and I chuckle at the way she looks. With lips swollen from our kissing and my biting, chestnut curls disheveled from my hands combing through them and chest heaving, she looks like an angel that has fallen from heaven just for me, and at moments like the one right now when I hold her in my arms, I feel like the luckiest man ever. She pulls away with a sigh and tries to go back to her seat, but I don't let her.

She looks at me with a confused expression and I smile at her, gently tugging her back into the seat. I make her sit straddling my lap, facing me with her legs comfortably placed on either side of my seat, and hug her close before readjusting the position of my seat. I look back at her and smirk at her shocked expression as she realizes.

"I don't want to let you go. Hug me a little while longer, please?" I ask and she giggles before hugging me and hiding her face in my chest. I smile at her head and start the car, driving us home.

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I park our car in the garage and look down to see her sleeping peacefully. She looks like a baby and I'm almost tempted to take her to our bedroom and spend time creating such cute creatures. I unlock the seat belt and adjust her position so that I can lift her properly. I carry her bridal style and remove her makeup before changing us both into a soft set of pajamas.

Right before going back to sleep, Yn hugs me tight and places a sleepy kiss on my lips. "I had a wish to go like that for a looong time. Thanks for being the boy of my fulfilled dreams. " She says and gives me a soft smile that I return. I tuck her in, place a kiss on her forehead and move to turn off the light, and feel her grip my wrist. "Please stay. " she pleads and I smile, saying, "I'm not going anywhere."

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Inspiration, you ask? THIS!

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[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ As Sweet As Sugar | JJK

Pairing: CEO!husband!Jungkook x writer!fem!wife!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, the in-laws (again), talks of marriage, mentions of divorce, business talks, mentions of large inheritance, love confessions, sweet Kook, enamoured Kook, this is a pretty soft chapter tbh, Jimin and Namjoon feature in a scene (we love these two), implied smut at the end, OC is wiped by JK, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: Jungkook makes a decision that would change his life forever but he can't regret it when he know he'll have you in the end. Promises are made, love gets sealed, because a caramel isn't always as sour as it seems.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Hello, darlings! Welcome to the final chapter of "Sweet Marriage"! I hope you are excited to see how (y/n) and Jungkook will solve their marital issues O.O

Drabbles for this AU! are open, sweet ones! My inbox is open to all of you who'd like to request a continuation or would like to see in-betweens of this story. Now, without further adieu, happy reading, darlings!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

What kind of caramel has a sour exterior yet a sweet centre? Is it worth the experience?

You sat in the passenger's seat while Jungkook drove to his parent's house. You were tense, he could sense it as well. From the begining you had tried to get along with your in-laws, something he thought was going pretty smoothly to be honest until Jungkook's mother crossed the line.

A silent gasp left your lips when Jungkook's hand rested atop your own. You looked at him only to marvel in his side profile.

"You are tense."

Your gaze lowered at his acknowledgement, you didn't want to speak just how much it bothered you had to go to his parent's residence in fear of making him angry or worse, to see you in a bad light you certainly weren't in.

His hand squeezed yours and you looked up at him only to meet his dark eyes for a second before his gaze returned to the front.

"I promise this is the last time we are going to my parent's house. I just need to sign some documents."

You leaned back on your seat, your eyes focused on the road as you let your mind wander around what had happened five days ago. You felt stupid to some point for doing Mrs. Jeon's will without consulting your husband. Not that you needed some kind of permission from him to do anything you pleased but more so as to include him in a decision that was going to affect the both of you as a married couple.

"I know, Kook."

You replied back in a soft voice, mind already lost in memories from that day and the following day you had lived next to your husband. The next morning after you told him your secret, Jungkook wasn't by your side and you felt how the world fell over you.

Fear took hold of you that moment, you could still remember how scared your had been when he wasn't in the bed, his side was also cold to the touch. You remember standing up in a rush, nearly tripping down with the sheets tangled in your body before you bolted out of the bedroom.

Jungkook was in the living room, his eyes lost in the horizon as the sun was painting the sky in beautiful hues of orange, pink and blue. He turned to look at you, his heart trembling at the distress drowning your (e/c) pools before he stood up and was quick to approach you.

You were in his arms the next second. Your face buried in his chest as you blinked back tears you didn't know had gathered in your waterline. Jungkook didn't say anything, he simply held you tighter when he felt you relax in his hold.

"You weren't in bed."

You said, matter-of-factly and he sighed, resting his chin at the top of your head.

"I woke up early, I didn't get much sleep."

You took a deep breath, inhaling in his scent, taking in his presence.

"I thought you had left."

The sound of your voice so fragile pulled at his heartstrings that a lump began forming in his throat. He pulled back only for one of his hands to cradle your cheek in his large palm while his eyes gazed into your own with countless emotions.

"Never. I could never leave your side."

You blinked and the memory dissipated from your mind like fog when the sun came out. You sighed, silently playing with Jungkook's fingers that were still in your hold, completely unaware of his soft smile upon your gentle touch.

"We are here."

His deep voice snapped you out of your little paradise where only you and your husband existed. He turned to look at you with gentle eyes that nearly melted you in your place. He smiled as if to comfort you; which it did.

"This won't take long, I promise."

You nodded before his hand left your own as he exited the car, making a sudden coldness invaded your body. You couldn't fully describe it but it felt as if your heart was enveloped around ice when you weren't near Jungkook, however the slightest touch or simple glance from him were enough to set you aflame.

He opened the door for you and you stepped out of the vehicle. His hand found home in between your fingers as he led you silently toward the front door.

"Young master, welcome."

Spoke the maid at the entrance. She bowed at Jungkook and you with stiff movements that made you take a deep breath. This is it. You thought to yourself as Jungkook gave the maid a simple nod before asking in his professional voice. He was here to deal business, nothing more, nothing less.

"Is my father in his study?"

"Yes, young master. He's waiting for you. Mrs. Jeon, would you like me to take your coat?"

You turned to look at the elegant maid with kind eyes yet your voice came firm as you spoke your next words.

"It's alright. We won't be here long anyway, but thank you."

The maid bowed down to both of you as Jungkook led you through the house and up the large staircase toward his father's study. His steps were determined, strong and confident. You followed next to him, your hand still clasped in his.

Jungkook had you as his equal in this situation were his future was on the line while you had him as support to the thorns that wanted to hurt your marriage with your sweet husband whom you loved so very much you feared your heart would explode with the amount of love you held for the man walking next to you.

The double doors were opened by two maids and you and Jungkook entered your father-in-law's studio hand in hand. Tension immediately rose in the room. You practically could cut it with a knife. Mr. Jeon stood up from his chair, a shiver ran down your spine but if it was due to the chilly room or the coldness of his eyes, you couldn't exactly tell.

"Welcome. This will be short, I only need you, Jungkook, to sign some papers and then this scandalous situation will be over."

You felt Jungkook's hand tighten around yours, his father's words spurring emotions in his heart he rather kept hidden. You squeezed his hand back in silent reassurance which made him physically relax a bit yet not completely.

"Where do I sign?"

Asked your husband in a detached voice. He was here for an entirely business deal. No emotion was carried by his voice and the tension rose once more in the room, like icicles trying to break the peace that surrounded your marriage with Jungkook.

Mr. Jeon sighed before his eyes lowered, his hands opened a file only for then to turn it upside down so that Jungkook was able to read it properly, he put an expensive black pen next to it and the coldness once more invaded the place.

Your husband let go of your hand as he walked toward the mahogany desk. His steps were large and precise, without hesitation. You found yourself admiring the control he had over his emotions, of his actions. Of how people viewed him. Even when he was in the presence of his own parents.

How sad it must have been for him to wear that mask required by society in front of his parents as well. It must have been tiring. The thought crossed your head before you could stop however, you came to notice how relaxed he was in his home with you. How domestic he appeared in your eyes. Then again, who said you weren't also wearing such a disguise?

You made eye contact with your father-in-law as the shuffling of paper echoed around the walls. You could read in his dark eyes the challenge he carried within him, the arrogance. The slight disappointment he had in Jungkook when he didn't divorce you. The frustration cursing through his veins was obvious to your eyes that only held love and support toward the man who had married you.

"So, according to this, I will no longer be the heir of the company?"

His father nodded, his hands clasped in front of him before he spoke in a monotonous tone.

"Yes, Jeon Enterprises will pass to your Cousin Marlene, I believe she is now in the States. She's already been notified of this."

Silence stretched in the room once more as your eyes focused on your husband. Your heart thumped in your chest ever so quickly you were scared the two men in the study could hear its frantic beating.

"You'll keep your current position but you'll work for us. Are you sure you want to do this, Jungkook?"

But your husband paid him no mind. He wasn't going to be controlled like a puppet. Not anymore. Not when his future, you, were on the line. Never. Jungkook signed the documents, the scraping of the pen over the paper reached your ears and your heart fluttered at his actions.

Jungkook put the pen aside and straightened back to his full height. His eyes pierced those of his father with no emotion at all.

"If that is all then we'll be on our way. My wife and I already have plans."

The older man let out a deep sigh, looking at his son with melancholy or disappointment, you really couldn't tell. Butterflies flew in your stomach when Jungkook called you like that. "My wife." His. You were his just as he was yours. Tangled with the ribbon of fate and tied with a knot of love.

"I'll let you know if there's anything more but for now, that is all."

Jungkook nodded, turning around and when his back was towards his father, he offered you a soft smile. Kind in its nature. Happy in its existence. You smiled back as he walked to you and his hand found home around yours.

"Let's go."

And with that, he led you outside of the study and through the hallway. Mr. Jeon was left in his expensive and luxurious study, pondering if what he had done had been the right decision. It wasn't his fault Jungkook had fallen in love with you and it wasn't your fault that you were sterile. Was it really worth it to discard the company from his son's rightful heritage only for a drama his wife made?

But there was no turning back. There was nothing to be done if he were to feel guilty about his choice. Because as the owner of Jeon Enterprises, Jungkook's father had in him the power to leave the company to whoever he pleased. Was it really worth it?

"Jungkook."

Mrs. Jeon spoke as she stood next to the large staircase. Her piercing eyes went from Jungkook to you and back to him. You squeezed your husband's hand in reassurance. You were next to him, just like every future time he'll have to face anything, you'll stand next to him as his wife.

"Mother."

You felt how the tension rose once more between mother and son and you straightened your back before saying in a steady voice.

"If you'll excuse us, Mrs. Jeon, there's an appointment we need to attend to. I hope we'll meet again under better circumstances."

She eyes you up and down and you feel how she scrutinised you with her gaze alone. But you weren't going to back down. You had your husband next to you and he had you as well. You sent her a polite smile and she nodded in a stiff manner before you turned to the staircase and pulled on your joined hands with Jungkook before he followed you down the marble stairs with his mother's eyes piercing the top of your head as if she could burn you with her anger cursing through her veins.

"You will regret this, Jungkook! You'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

But her words fell on deaf ears. Jungkook didn't need their fame, he didn't need their support anymore and there was no point in keeping a relationship with the people who brought him to this world if it was going to be so toxic he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore.

He had you know. Your presence, your existence was like a new and fresh breeze on a spring day. You brought him hope, you gave him your heart and with it, your love. Your trust. Your life was in his hands. Just as he had given you his heart ever so willingly; without an ounce of hesitation in his actions, in his words, in his thoughts about you. His lover. His wife. His (y/n).

You stood in the lift as it went up to your shared apartment. Your hand was held in Jungkook's larger palm as his thumb ran delicate circles over your knuckles.

You still were surprised at how easily he had given up on his inheritance because of you. Because he loved you. Because he wanted you. He cherished you and gave you your place as his wife. You didn't doubt you would have done the same had you been in his shoes.

The feeling of your heart thumping against your chest for the man you had married made you smile softly. At him. At his love. At what had been built between you both where nothing existed, not a castle stood. A castle of love.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Jungkook's hand squeezed yours in an involuntary way but it made your cheeks heat as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. The both of you walked out of the lift hand in hand and down the large corridor that led to your shared apartment.

When you two rounded a corner, you had to suppress a gasp as you nearly collided with two other men who were walking at a fast pace from the other end of the corridor. You recognised them vaguely, as if you had seen them before but couldn't quite place where. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook tensed ever so slightly at the sight of his friends and coworkers.

"Jimin, Namjoon. What are you both doing here?"

Now you knew where you had seen them. Both Jimin and Namjoon had attended the small wedding ceremony between you and Jungkook nearly a year ago.

"I... well, you see-"

"We visited a friend, Kook. I'm glad to see you, you haven't been at the company for some time now."

The shorter one spoke. Jimin, you remembered his name was Jimin. The man had a pleasing smile over his plump lips and you also noticed he had recently dyed his hair a sandy shade of blond that suited him perfectly.

Jungkook nodded, eyes going from Namjoon to Jimin and then back again.

"How are you, Mrs. Jeon? We haven't seen you since forever."

Spoke Namjoon and you smiled. Reminiscing how you both had shared talks about different books and art, you being a writer yourself he valued your opinion greatly.

"I've been fine, Namjoon. Thanks for asking, I hope everything's going well at the company?"

Your question made them nod and Jungkook bit his lip, this interaction was lasting more than it should have. To begin with, it shouldn't have occurred in the first place. This could totally ruin Jungkook's plans to spend the evening with you.

"Oh, yes. Please don't worry about that but do tell Jungkook here to stop pestering us about the monthly reports already! We have a big loan already!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Jimin's comment, the sound resonating across the walls. Jungkook sighed loudly, visibly irritated by his friends who teased him in front of you.

"Yeah well, keep going like this and there'll be no salary increase for you both."

Jungkook began walking once more, tugging on your joined hands as you laughed out loud at the scared face Namjoon made and the eye roll from Jimin.

"See you guys around!"

You were able to say that before Jungkook dragged you into the apartment and closed the door behind him leaving Jimin and Namjoon standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Do you think he'll do it?"

Asked the taller man as they both began walking down the hall and towards the lifts. His hands shoved into his trouser pockets and a relaxed expression over his face.

"He better do it."

Jimin pressed the button to go to the ground floor, a hand running over his hair as he frowned slightly.

"He better do it, hyung, or I swear I'll kill him."

Namjoon laughed and the elevator's doors closed. Leaving behind nothing but silence in the empty hallway.

Jungkook had taken your coat from you before he had disappeared into the kitchen saying he was thirsty. You sighed in content as you took off your shoes and placed your purse on the entrance table before you walked away from the door wearing your comfortable slippers.

"Kook?"

You asked, but he wasn't in the kitchen and you frowned at his absence. Silence engulfed the flat and you walked to the living room and the dining room but he wasn't there.

"He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air, now can he?!

You muttered to yourself as your feet carried you to your shared bedroom. The door was slightly ajar so you pushed it with your palm and gasped at what you saw inside.

"I thought it would take you longer to come here."

Jungkook said and you stepped forward, eyes roaming around the bedroom. The curtains were pulled to the sides, the mesmerising sunset painting the sky tinted the room in a soft orange hue it warmed your heart instantly.

There were red rose petals on the ground, and the bed was dressed in black sheets with white petals on it. Transparent balloons filled the ceiling as they floated up and you couldn't help the smile that graced your lips.

"Kook, what's this?"

He walked over to you, standing at arm's length as his eyes lost themselves in your own. His heart was beating wildly in his chest; he feared you could hear it. His hands were behind his back as he looked down at you.

"Jimin and Namjoon took longer than anticipated."

You laughed, so that was why Namjoon seemed so nervous at the beginning. The sound of your laughter made butterflies swirl in his stomach, the sight of you, bathed in the golden light of the sun, smiling up at him was enough to send him to heaven.

"(y/n),"

How delicious it was to hear your name coming out of his lips. You looked at him with a soft gaze he thought he'd melt right then and there.

"my beautiful wife."

You blushed at the compliment, breaking eye contact as you looked down in a futile attempt at hiding your flustered state. He chuckled, finding the situation so beautiful in its own existence. Wishing he could frame this precise moment and look at it forever.

His hands untangled themselves from behind his back, one was shoved into his trouser pocket while the other lifted your chin with the tips of his fingers. The moment your eyes met his once more, you felt like melting against him. It was perfect.

"I love you so much, sweet one. So, so much."

You swallowed, feeling his words through your heart as it skipped a beat.

"I love you as well, Jungkook. With all my heart."

He smiled. the bunny smile you loved so much. That smile that was the source of your happiness. That smile that was only his.

"We have faced so many things together."

His hand moved and cradled your cheek, the touch burning you while freezing you in your spot at the same time. You wanted him. In every sense of the word. He did things to you that you had never felt before. He made you feel loved like no-one else had done, he made you feel cherished, wanted, needed. And you could only hope he felt the same way. Because you loved him, you cherished him, you wanted him and needed him just as much.

"I wish we had met under different circumstances but that doesn't mean I am not grateful for what he has grown to be as a couple."

Your hand came up and covered the once that cradled your cheek, your hand over his sending tingles all over his arm and to his body he felt fuzzy, happy to just be with you. To just have you in this moment, exactly like this.

"I have grown to care for you like I have never cared for another woman in my life, (y/n). You are everything to me. Everything, sweetheart. I cannot imagine my life without you."

Your eyes began to water at the sweet words dripping from his lips. Coated in sugar, meant to wash away the sour taste left behind by life itself.

He sighed and took a step back, his hand left your cheek and you instantly felt cold at the loss of his touch. Jungkook looked at you with soft brown and big eyes before he knelt down on one knee. His right hand picked up a small box from his trouser's pocket and you nearly gasped when he opened it.

"We are already married and the promises I made to you on our wedding day are still fresh on my mind. I will fulfil them as my duty to you as a husband but this ring, love, this ring is a promise to you as your lover."

You bit your bottom lip, trying to stop it from trembling as a little tear rolled down your cheek at his words.

"I promise to love you until my last breath. I promise to cherish you as my wife. You will never need anything, your desires are my commands, (y/n). You rule my heart like a Queen rules her kingdom. Now, I ask you with all the sincerity in this world: will you love me as well?"

A sob escaped your lips before your hands went up to cover your mouth. You nodded fiercely as you tried to wipe your tears away. He smiled, standing up and taking the ring out of the small velvety box. His larger hand took your left one and he slid the ring on top of your wedding band. A seal to his love. The two rings even matched.

"Yes. A million times yes. I love you, Jungkook. I love you with all I have in me, with everything. Forever."

The next moment, his lips were on yours. Your hands rested on his shoulders as he cradled your face, his lips dancing with yours in the steps of love.

The kiss was sweet. As sweet as sugar. You poured all the love, all the longing, all the desire into that kiss while Jungkook let his emotions flow into that single act of love. He allowed you to feel how his heart beat for you, how his mind wouldn't stop thinking about you and how his hand itched to touch you.

Your hands ran to the back of his neck before they were running through his dark locks. A soft groan escaped his throat when you tugged on his hair slightly. You moaned as his hands slid down your cheek and towards your waist, pressing you against him.

Passion bloomed in that moment. Starting with a sweet kiss and ending with the promise of eternal love.

Jungkook guided you to the bed, the back of your knees hit the bed and he pushed you down on the mattress gently, hovering over you without breaking the kiss.

Perhaps sour caramels do have sweet centres after all.

As sweet as sugar. As sweet as love. As sweet as life.

Combined into a sweet marriage of eternal devotion and beautiful love. 

~Masterpost

March/03/2024

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

Drabbles are open for this AU!

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[mikrokcsmos]

Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

#kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #kim taehyung #bts kim taehyung #bts fluff #marriage au #honeymoon au #taehyung drabble #short drabble #drabble #masterlist; drabbles #masterlist; rgds #drabbles masterlist #dad to be au #pregnancy au #jungkook angst

[midnightskookie]

Intruder ¦ Contract

genre: angst, fluff, smut, dilf!Jungkook, teen pregnancy, arranged marriage, CEO!Jungkook

pairing: jungkook x reader

wc: 1.05 k

author's note: Hi, 2nd chapter is out! I hope you enjoy this and upcoming parts of Intruder!

I'm not to happy with this chapter. I wrote most of this before my exam and I just don't feel as passionate writing about this. I might put it on hiatus if I feel better writing something else

Jungkook has never been more disappointed in himself and has never been as angry before

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You find that when Jungkook comes home, he looks more than distraught. It's late at night and Cheol is asleep. His hair is dishevelled and pointing in more than one direction. This isn't Jungkook. He always keeps himself composed and looked after and what he looks like before you right now, is the total opposite. His chest is heaving, cheeks are flushed and ever since he came home, his eyes could never dare to meet yours.

He drops to knees, his hands resting on them, head hung low.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry." As he spoke these words, you could only see sorrow in his eyes. You know what he's talking about. You know he's beating himself up on the inside.

"I didn't fight hard enough for you and-..."

You cut him off before he could continue, knowing how hard he pushes himself and lower yourself to your knees as well.

"You did. You know what your parents are like, you did what you could"

He huffs, heed still down. There's a silence lingering between the both of you, no one knowing what to say, when all of sudden, Jungkook groans and pushes himself off the floor. Still kneeling, your head shoots up to watch his every move. He doesn't say anything and walks to the guest room. You hear the lock click, and you know you have to give him space. There's no other way to get to him unless he comes to you.

The few days following have been distressing to say the least. Jungkook has shut himself out again. The last time being when you were pregnant.

He's been coming home late and leaving super early. He walks through the door with tousled hair and skips breakfast. He brushes past you, bumping shoulders at times, as if you were invisible. He walks out of the room if you also happen to be in it and you feel you throat tighten at the thought of his recent behaviour.

The void in Cheol's heart becomes larger as he watches his father walk past him as if he was never there.

"Dad?" the lingering silence is all Cheol needs for his pout to grow and for tears to build up. One by one, the tears roll down his cheeks and sorrow is the only thing he feels.

You hear Cheol and you can hear the sadness in his voice straight away. You go to comfort him and he jumps onto you hugging you tightly and sobbing. there's snot running down to his lips and he's running out of breath. He's rubbing away his tears along with his snot with his sleeve and your shoulder and a line of snot form as he pulls away. His cheeks as flushed from the whole body crying and aggressive wiping. You decide to stay and fall asleep with him and talk to Jungkook when you get the chance.

In the morning you wake up to hear glass shattering and pots clanging. It's 5 in the morning and as you enter the kitchen, you see it's Jungkook, his back towards you, making a mess.

"Jungkook? What are you doing, at this time?" you cautiously ask noticing his poor mood. At this, he slightly turns.

"Go away yn" he grumbles under his breath.

You don't listen for Cheol. "You ignored Cheol yesterday, he was pretty upset"

You can see Jungkook's eyes widen at the news for a few seconds before his eyes return to normal. "I said go away" he repeats it louder this time adding an eye roll at the end.

"You can't keep ignoring us, Cheol especially" you voice out, your volume louder than before. At this he almost slams whatever he was holding but stops before the impact, being mindful of his son.

He turns around, lifts his head and glares at you, his eyes void of any emotion.

"We got through it once, we can get through it again" Your voice wavers, referring to your pregnancy.

The thought of you continuing to speak irritates Jungkook, so, he walks past you grabbing his keys and bag and slams the door on the way out.

At his office, all his employees avoided him like the plague. He's been in a bad mood all day, especially after lashing out at his girlfriend and finding out that Cheol was crying, but when a certain paper arrived at his office, his employees were literally shitting themselves to even walk past.

For an hour all passerbys could hear was the groaning and slamming from his office. The sound of different items clanging as they hit the wall or floor, hearing some even shatter. His secretary who has been with him for years, felt her heart break as all she could do was be a bystander to his tragic life.

Terms & conditions. He re-reads these words over and over again. "This is bull shit!" Jungkook yell out. He shoves the paperwork off of his desk. it's bull shit that his parents are forcing him to marry a conniving woman knowing that he has a girlfriend. It's even worse to know that he is being forced to marry someone that isn't the mother of his child. The only person he longs to be with.

Jungkook finds it bizarre how two people that fell in love and got married want to force their only son into a marriage that he doesn't want. Do they not want him to happy? Be miserable for the rest of his life? Where is the correlation?

Jungkook finally flips the page over an hour after receiving it. He feels guilty. Feels like he should've refrained even longer. For your and his son's sake.

What are the terms and conditions?

His anger begins to bubble. The frustration rising within him as his eyes scan the document

Marriage must be sustained for a minimum of 10 years unless otherwise

You must live with with you spouse for the length of this contract

And as Jungkook keeps reading, he suddenly doesn't want to be alive anymore. He suddenly wishes(and he really didn't want to) he never met you. He just realised that he and his forced marriage has ruined yours' and cheol's life.

But he knows one thing...

He will do everything in his power to make this marriage hell

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#jungkook angst #jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #dilf jungkook #arranged marriage #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine

[hannarchive]

lubdubsworld (prev. sunshyngal) fics w/ chapter links

My favorite @lubdubsworld fics with updated links, (since their masterlist haven’t been updated with new links since they changed URL). Had a few people ask about it too, so hope others find this helpful as well.

(This is not even close to all of their fics. If you want to find more you’ll have to search their blog and/or go through their archive)

Yoongi x OC

Make it Hurt (Then Kiss it Better) -  A/B/O

Summary : Min Jung fights her biology, her genetic make up, her body. But she can’t fight her heart. Especially when said heart keeps calling for a handsome Alpha with warm brown eyes and a breathtaking smile.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 6.5  - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (Final) 

Amor Vincit Omnia - Gang!AU,  Arranged Marriage

Summary : The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 (Final)

Taehyung x OC

Change of Heart -  Werewolf!AU

Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart, first.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 -  Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 -  Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 -  Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Jungkook x OC

The Sadness of Things - A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Harvest Moon -  Werewolf!AU

Summery : Jungkook is a very special Alpha. The future head alpha and one of the strongest wolves in the clan. He is spoken for, a perfect mate ready for him. OC isn’t anything special. She’s an orphan and she wants only to spend the rest of her life in her cottage with a normal mate. She’s nothing special but somehow, Jungkook chooses her during the mating run and suddenly she’s thrown into a world that is both new and terrifying.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 (Final)

#yoongi #taehyung #jungkook #werewolf #abo #single parent #mafia #arranged marriage #angst #series #HA fic recs #bts fic recs #masterlist #lubdubsworld

[smileydk]

Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''

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