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xddaengx · 1 year

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre: fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds.

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph.

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot.

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face.

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer.

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft.

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in.

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest.

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions.

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway.

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit.

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre.

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours.

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his.

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner.

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications.

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation.

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open.

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital.

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful.

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery.

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections.

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows.

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair.

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie.

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in.

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face.

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well.

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it.

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift. “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower.

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water.

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline.

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head.

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo.

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head.

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge.

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed.

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later.

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor.

“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages.

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom.

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning.

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread.

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news.

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue.

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining.

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words.

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps.

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship.

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement.

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear.

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire.

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project.

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation.

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.”

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret.

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder.

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face.

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article.

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone.

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues.

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side.

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.”

Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group.

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring.

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public.

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight.

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze.

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter.

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger.

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened.

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture.

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face.

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs.

This you could get used to.

#bts #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader #seokjin #jin #yoongi #suga #hoseok #jhope #namjoon #rm #jimin #taehyung #v #jungkook #poly au #established relationship

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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Title: In The Lonely Hour (M)

Genre: Husband! Jungkook, Wife! Reader, lovers to strangers!, CEO! Jungkook, Doctor! Reader, flashbacks, established relationship, cheating, fluff, angst, small part of smut and reader x surprise

Summary: The perfect couple on screen and the flashes captured all the smiles but they couldn’t see the broken heart she carries. Every Night she was left alone as he “worked” late but she knew he was “working” hard with the assistant he just hired. She convinces him to get divorce for losing feelings for each other but she decides to keep a big secret from him. A secret that changes her life but doesn’t touch his, until now.

Warning: Mentions of cheating, cheating, sex scene, car accident, hospital, insecurities, angst, fluff and romance

There was a moment when I thought I knew everything. Well...I thought I knew everything about you. The way you always held me made me feel safe and everything just made sense. Your chocolate eyes told me everything I needed to know...apparently, I missed the warning they were giving me. Maybe I’m just not enough but you made me realize my deepest fear...

“Mrs. Jeon! Over here!”

She turned towards the reporter and gave out her award-winning smile. Everyone in the city spoke about her smile, saying it was the top of the top. They said it was the smile that some actresses wished they had but little did they know, Jeon Y/N was an actress herself. She walked up to some of the reporters and one of them threw a question that was the main question of her life, “Mrs. Jeon, where is your husband?”

“He’s working on a big project. I heard it's for a park, keep an eye out for that.”

“How is it working during these hard times?”

Y/N smiled at them and let out a small laugh, “I love being a doctor. Even though my hospital is backed up right now, that doesn’t mean it's all bad. We’re doing our hardest to ease the tension.”

“Mrs. Jeon, what about Park Chanyeol? There were rumors you had lunch with him recently, any comment?”

“Park Chanyeol and I have had no communication lately. We are good friends but I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Mrs. Jeon, can you send a message to your husband?”

Irritated. That’s how she felt when she heard that question but she had to put on a face to make sure everything went well. She looked into the camera and gave the fakest smile that she could muster at the moment, “Neh, Jungkook~. I hope you're working hard tonight, I know you are.”

She bowed at the reporters and when she walked away her smile dropped into a frown when her back was towards them, “I know you are...”

She made her way inside the big venue and she sat in the front row. With the cameras flashing on her skin, the fake laughs she clearly did went unnoticed. They only cared for her beauty and charm, nothing more. When they finally left, she took her phone and she wasn’t shocked to see any messages. After all, her husband was “busy”.

“Y/N?”

She turned her head and she smiled when she saw Oh Sehun (her close friend since she was a child), “Sehun...my savior.”

He let out a deep chuckle and sat next to her, “He couldn’t make it?”

She frowned at this and shook her head, “You know why....”

“Y/N, when are you gonna leave him?”

She sighed and looked down at her hands, “I-I...I just need more time.”

“Jungkook has been cheating on you for years...I just want you to be happy.”

“I know. I just need more time, okay.”

The conversation about Jungkook ended and Y/N’s thoughts only created false hope. She’s been with Jungkook her whole life, he was the only thing she knew. The only person that gave her love but that was only in the beginning. Now all she felt was agony whenever he touched her hands or even talked to her.

Jeon Y/N or formally L/N Y/N, she was born into a loving (rich) family. Nothing really happened in her family, it was the perfect family. She was close with her parents and her brother was her best friend, what more could you ask for? She was also on top of her classes and was popular throughout her college, which is where she met Jungkook.

It was final days, Y/N was in the library studying when Sehun sat next to her with a pout. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a small laugh, “What’s up with you?”

“My best friend is in the library when there’s a football game.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to writing her notes, “You know I don’t care about sports.”

“It's the final game and we're seniors. You've never been to a football game, can you come with me?”

“What's in it for me?”

Sehun scoffed at her and rolled his eyes, “Memories. Just come with me.”

“Fine. Let me drop my stuff at my dorm.”

“Really!? Okay, oh Y/N I’m so excited.”

They walked to her dorm together and she heard everyone around her talking about the star quarterback, Jeon Jungkook. She’s heard of him but she didn’t really know what he looked like. She never really bothered with getting to know him when she was focused on her studies. They walked into the loud stadium and Y/N flinched at how loud it was. Sehun led her toward the front and she saw the rest of their friends in their school colors. She smiled at this looking out towards the field.

Sehun saw her looking and leaned down, “That’s the quarterback everyone is talking about, Jungkook. He’s in the same year as us, he's like a prodigy apparently.”

“Good for him...”

“The person next to him is Kim Taehyung, that's his best friend.”

She nodded her head and let out a small laugh, “Do you just know the whole team?”

“It’s kinda hard not to know them.”

“I guess...I’m sure they’ll do good though.”

She watched the quarterback walk into the middle of the field and their eyes locked on each other. He was very handsome, she couldn’t lie about that. He sent a small wave to her and she looked behind her with confusion. When she looked back at him, she pointed to herself. He let out a small laugh and nodded his head. She sent him a small wave and his bunny smile captured her heart. Oh if she could only go back to that happy time before.

She looked around at everyone that was smiling knowing the next award was for Jungkook. She closed her eyes trying to think of good things to say about him, but so far it wasn’t working. She tried to picture herself eight years ago, when she was in love with him. The man who he was before everything turned into shit. When he knew what being loyal was.

“The top CEO of this year belongs to....Jeon Jungkook!!”

She gave the camera a smile before standing up and clapping her hands. She turned around bowing to everyone before making her way to the stage. She gently took the award and she had to stop herself from throwing it on the ground. She went towards the microphone and let out a nervous laugh, “Thank you for voting my husband for this prestigious award. My husband works so hard and I’m so glad you guys can see it with your own eyes. It makes me so proud to be...to be his wife. Thank you so much, my husband is probably crying out in pleasure in his office because of this award. Thank you again.”

Everyone started clapping their hands and she bowed at everyone as her grip on the award tightened. She walked off the stage heading backstage to take pictures for the press. Once that was done, Sehun was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She sighed and walked to him, “I’m ready to leave this place.”

“I was about to ask that. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

That night, Sehun took her out to her favorite chicken place and everything felt normal. It wasn’t until she realized she still had to go home. She hated going home. It didn’t even feel like a home, it was just a nice house with expensive furniture within it. The drive back home was faster than she wanted it and before she could get out of the car, Sehun grabbed her wrist, “You could always stay at my place or even Chanyeol’s-”

“I’ll be okay. He’s probably at that whore’s house. I’ll be alone...it's better than him being here with me.”

Sehun frowned at this and nodded his head, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure...thank you for always caring about me. I appreciate it.”

“Always. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sehun.”

She watched the car leave her driveway and she let out a small sigh. She turned around and the giant house welcomed her but it wasn’t a warm one. She walked into her house and the darkness welcomed her, something she was used to. She went up the marble stairs as her heels echoed through the house. She made it to her room well, their room. Might as well be called her room at this point.

She placed the award on his side and walked away from it. Just looking at the piece of metal was causing more heart troubles. She got out of her gown putting on her sweats. She glanced out the window smiling when she saw the stars keeping her company tonight. She took her phone out and let out a chuckle, no messages.

She stood in her office reading over the reports, when someone entered. She looked up from her desk as a wave of nerves (the good kind) came her way. Kim Seokjin stood there with his hair sleeked back with a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it made her heart beat faster. He gave her a small smile and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but I have to give you another report, Y/N.”

She nodded her head mentally slapping herself for being shy right now. She let out a small cough and stood up from her desk to go over to him. She gently took the folder from him and gave him a nervous smile, “T-Thanks, Dr. Kim.”

“Neh, Y/N, I told you to call me Jin.”

God damn it that's right, “I-I’m sorry, I forgot... hahaha.”

“Oh, by the way...you looked beautiful last night on tv.”

If she had water in her mouth, it would’ve been spat out. She felt her face turning red and she scratched the back of her neck, “Thank you...I try my best with looking good.”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t need to try...I’ll see you at lunch.”

She blinked her eyes at him as she watched him leave her office. She felt like a school girl hearing the older man say that to her. She had a small crush on Seokjin, it was hard not to. Everyone in the office talked about him because he was handsome, kind and charming, everything a man should be. Jin actually recommended her to the hospital, she remembers him saying that she was the best of the best. Ever since then, she had a crush on him. A married woman having a crush should be seen as a sin but she didn’t see herself as a married woman anymore.

She went to sit back at her desk when her cellphone started buzzing in her pocket. She took her phone out and all the joy she had was sucked out of her when she saw the caller Id. She answered the phone, “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone to your husband?”

“Yes.” She walked back to her desk and sat in her chair as she looked down at the folder. She smiled to herself but it quickly disappeared when she heard his voice again.

“I need the house tonight.”

“Why? So you can fuck Abby or whatever her name is?”

“Her name is Rue and no. I just want to be by myself.”

“I haven’t seen you in like a month...” Yes, she hated him but she also missed him. She missed what they had and even though it's idiotic, she had hoped things would go back. Things would never be normal between them but she just wanted to feel something with him again...instead of being disappointed.

“Well, you can see me tomorrow if you want.”

She sighed to herself and set the folder on her desk, “Whatever you want...I’ll stay at Chanyeol or Sehun’s house.”

“You still talk to them?”

“If you paid attention to your so-called wife then you would know I do.”

“You're overreacting. Anyways, since you miss me so much, we can have dinner tomorrow.”

“Whatever...”

She removed her phone from her ear, rolling her eyes. She was annoyed at him but more at herself. She hated how her heart still yearns for him but she knew it was because she missed how things were. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, she knew that much. She just feels like she had to stay in this marriage to prove to everyone that Jungkook wasn’t bad. It was mostly for herself...she didn’t want to look an idiot.

During lunch, she sat with Sehun and Chanyeol as they gave her a sad look. The same sad look that made her feel worthless. Sehun didn’t say anything (she already knew how he felt) but Chanyeol didn’t stop himself, “Y/N...are you sure going to dinner with him tomorrow is good?”

She wiped her mouth and took a sip of her water, “I mean...it would be good to see him. Just to know how things are.”

Chanyeol shook his head at this, “This isn’t good for you.”

“I know but...I just-”

“Because you're scared to get a divorce. You're scared that once you get the divorce that no one would want you.”

She didn’t say anything. She took another bite of her food and she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up and her face turned red when saw Jin smiling at her, “I was wondering if we could hang out.”

She swallowed her food and pointed to herself, “Me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah...I missed hanging out with you.”

She blinked her eyes and nodded her head, “Y-Yeah...I would love that.” She glanced at Sehun and Chanyeol who were eating food, avoiding her eyes. She picked up her lunch bag and smiled at him, “Alright show me the way.”

They headed towards his office and she ignored all the eyes that looked at them. She entered his office and sat down as he did the same. He gave her another smile but it felt different from the others. She placed her lunch on the dark wood and before she could grab her fork, Jin placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him with a surprised look but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N...I’m worried about you.”

“Oh? Why?”

He sighed and lifted his hand off of her. He gave her a look that made her feel like he truly cared for her (something she wasn’t used to), “Jungkook...you deserve so much better. You always help him while he doesn’t do anything for you. It’s not fair and I’m tired of seeing you get hurt because of him. You deserve better.”

She looked away not wanting him to see tears building up in her eyes but he saw it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, “I have no idea what you're talking about...Jin.”

“You do. Rue has told me everything.”

Her eyes opened widely and turned her head to look at Jin with a shock look, “H-How do-”

“She’s my very confused little sister. I’m very angry at her for doing this and ten times angrier when I found out it was you.”

“Y-Your sister?”

“Sadly yes...well step sister but sister nonetheless. Y/N, are you okay? Don’t tell lies.”

She looked down at her food and shook her head, “I’m f-fine. I-I need to go.”

She got up from the chair in a flash and ran out the room. It happened so fast that Jin couldn’t process what happened. She ran into the bathroom and went inside the stall. She sat on top of the toilet as she started sobbing, not caring if anyone heard. It echoed through the room and the white tiles memorized her crying. She clenched her chest as she leaned forward, hoping it would make her feel better. Why can’t he pick her? She’s done so much for him but it was as if he didn’t care and she hated that she cared about that. When will it be her turn to be happy?

Y/N stared at Jungkook with a blank expression as tears fell down her face, “I-I don’t understand.”

He sighed and crossed his arms at her, as if she was stupid. He leaned against the wall and looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes, “I said we have an open relationship.”

“S-Since when?”

“Since now. I met someone and she's my secretary. I still need you though.”

She was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or do. She couldn’t google what to do when your husband comes home to tell you this. She continued to stare at him with the blank expression, “What’s her name.”

“Kim Rue.” She nodded her head and stood up from the bed. She grabbed her purse and walked out as he watched with a raised eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“Fuck off.”

It felt surreal. He was in front of her, eating dinner with her. He wasn’t focused on his phone or on another girl, he was focused on her. They were eating dinner at the restaurant that Jungkook proposed to her. It felt so long ago, that it felt like a myth at this point. She didn’t even know why she agreed to this. Sehun didn’t give her his two cents but instead comforted her through the night as she cried. She picked up her wine and looked at him through the clear glass. He still looked so handsome even when he committed sin. Sin that should rip his heart out as he cried out in pain instead of her.

He dropped his fork and gave her a smile (an ugly smile now), "How's the hospital?”

“Good.”

“How-”

“Why did you invite me to this? You have Rue.”

He sighed and looked down at the white cloth before looking back at her, “I need a public outing with my wife.”

She raised her eyebrow and looked around the restaurant. Her eyes landed on the paparazzi that was clearly trying to hide themselves. She sighed and shook her head, “Could’ve told me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“So I could muster a fake smile with you.”

He scoffed at this and took a sip of his drink, “We both know you still love me. So stop acting, come on, let's have a good night. Like old times?”

“You make me sick.”

“Don’t act like that now. You used to love me teasing you.”

“I used to love a lot about you but time has changed.”

She took another sip of her wine and he rolled his eyes at her. He took out a velvet box and pushed it towards her with a gentle smile (the smile that meant so much to her). She glanced down at the box and then at him with a raised eyebrow, making him laugh, “It’s for you. For accepting that award.”

“I’m not a dog. You don’t reward me when I do something.”

“Fucking christ, just accept it.”

She sighed and took the box. She slowly opened it and she let out a small scoff. She glanced at him and smiled (knowing the camera was pointing at her). She leaned forward placing her hand on top of his but her eyes held nothing, “This isn’t my birthstone, asshole.”

“You were born in November? Right?”

“No, I was born in fucking March. Unbelieveable."

She pulled back from him and took out the necklace. It was beautiful but she knew he was thinking of someone else when he got it. She had to wear the necklace, it was for the cameras and she didn’t want him to look bad. She didn’t understand herself. She hated what he did to her but she didn’t want him to look bad, it wasn’t in her nature. Maybe she was naive or even stupid but she wasn’t going to stoop to his level.

She placed the necklace on and gave him a fake smile (not the cameras would know), “Thanks...”

She picked up her wine and took a longer sip as Jungkook watched with a look that she couldn’t decipher. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’m sorry Y/N...I really wanted to get you something. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me and I couldn’t even do anything for you. I’m sorry.”

She choked on her wine. He was apologizing? He hasn’t done that since the beginning of their relationship but here he was looking bad. She placed her glass back on the table and tilted her head at him, “What are you playing at?”

“I do feel bad...I haven’t been there for you. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve the title of being your husband.”

She was shocked and even that was an understatement. In the three years of him being with Rue, he had never acknowledged his wrong doings. She was convinced that he didn’t even think what he was doing was wrong. She sat there staring at him with pure shocked cause what the fuck was happening right now? She let out a small cough and looked away from his intense eyes, “W-What do you mean?”

“I want to treat you like my wife...if you let me.”

She blinked her eyes at him and pinched her arm. When she realized that this was real life, she had no idea what to do. He was looking at her the same way he used to and it honestly made her feel happy. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or not but feeling seen by him made her feel special. She slowly nodded her head at him, “O-Okay...”

The “couple” made their way outside of the restaurant with the cameras flashing on them. She posed next to him with a real smile this time and it felt nice to have that feeling again. He grabbed her hand and headed to his car with silence that didn’t feel like it was killing her. He drove the car to somewhere that was familiar but it wasn’t home. She glanced out the window and frowned, “Why are we going to the office?”

“Its a surprise.”

She didn’t say anything after that. What was there to say? She knew no matter how many questions came out of her mouth, he wouldn’t answer them. She continued to stare out the window. When they stopped at a light her eyes landed on a mother and her child. It was a sight that melted her heart, the mother held the child and kissed its cheeks. This little scene made her smile because it made her think of her own mother, someone who she needed to call soon.

They walked inside the building that caused so many insecurities for her but she let him lead the way. The elevator ride had this tension, she couldn’t explain it. It was more coming from him than herself but she didn’t want to question it. She didn’t want to embarrass herself if she was wrong. When they walked onto his floor, her eyes wandered to the desk in front of his office. That's where she sat. Y/N pictured her in her head. She was of course younger than she was and she looked like an actress but she didn’t have that mature aura that Y/N had. She saw him coming up to her for a chat or even a peck on the forehead. Before her thoughts consumed her, Jungkook pulled her into his office.

Confusion couldn’t even describe how she felt. Here he was looking at her like how they first had sex. It made her feel warm. There was the warmth in his eyes that has been missing for years and she saw it tonight. She felt it tonight, it felt like the first time.

A breathless gasp left her lips. In a matter of seconds, their hands were everywhere. Their breathing quickened and soft gasps echoed in his dorm room. They were hastily pulling off clothes as Jungkook placed kisses on the new territory. Jungkook pulled away from her neck and she titled her head at him with a confused look, “What?”

“Nothing.” He gave her a smile and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle, “You’re just so beautiful.” Her face turned red and turned her head from him, “Sh-shut up.”

She pulled him back in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring them closer. So close that she felt his hard cock against her. She felt a shiver at the feeling and he was now humping her at a rapid speed. His hard, throbbing cock slid between her folds (hitting her clit at some points) as he let out a loud groan, “Y/N, I-I want it so bad.”

“Fuck me Kook.”

Hearing her words, he scrambled grabbing his dick and pushing it in. In her head, Y/N laughed at his eagerness but it quickly left when he thrusted harshly, “Ah~”

He let out a small chuckle and his hands went towards her chest. Pinching her nipples harshly, “Thought you said you could take it, Y/N.”

“Sh-shut up.”

He could feel her squeezing around him as he moved at his fast pace. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, “Fuck you feel so good, Y/N.” One hand was gripping her waist while the other one was groping her chest.

“Harder~.”

“Yeah? What a whore.” Jungkook smirked as he readjusted himself and pushed her legs up. Her knees were now almost touching the white sheets on either side of her head (she didn’t even know she could do that). She felt like she was stretched wide open as he began jackhammering into her, “Fuck, Jungkook.”

She could feel every thrust through her body. The only sounds that she could make were moans and it made his ego grow, “Is someone gonna cum?”

She nodded frantically at him as she looked away from his face to let out a louder moan, “Jung-Jungkook~”

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let everyone know in this building who you belong to.”

“Jungkook~!” One more thrust and it sent her over the edge. The reminder of what they were supposed to do crossed her mind. All her textbooks were thrown on to the floor and notes were long gone from the bed. Jungkook tossed his back as he orgasmed, buried deep inside her. As they came back to reality, they locked eyes. Smiles appeared on their faces as they panted with red faces.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you...”

“I love you more...”

Two months. Nothing changed. Okay, to give credit to where credit is due. Jungkook acted like the perfect husband for half a month, it was like the beginning of their marriage. He would stay up for her when she worked long nights at the hospital and had more outings together when they had time. Then everything changed when Y/N found out why he changed. Rue went on a trip and was gone for that time period. She found out by Jin and everything made sense. She was the rebound.

After she found out, she became distant again. She felt so stupid that she thought things would go back to what it was. It made her realize that it will never go back to normal. He will never change but she can and she will.

She's a doctor and she knows the symptoms. She tracked her period accurately and knew something was wrong. Deep down, she prayed it wasn’t true but her thoughts said another thing. She sat in Sehun’s office with a blanked expression towards the tile floor. Sehun understood why she did it but all because he can explain why she did it doesn’t mean it's okay. He walked back in and she slowly looked up at him with a hopeful look. That look was quickly wiped away when she saw his eyes, “Y/N...you're pregnant."

Those words were supposed to send happiness but instead it broke her heart. How could she do this? Having a child with someone who clearly doesn’t love her and is using her for popularity, wasn’t on her bingo card. She nodded her head at him and closed her eyes, “I-I’m getting a divorce.”

Sehun raised his eyebrow but nodded his head at her, “Are you?”

“Yes. My child doesn’t deserve to see that disrespectful asshole. This child is going to have a better life and they won’t have to question their worth.”

“Y/N...”

“They won’t stay up at night waiting for him to come home or even doing shit to get his attention-”

“Y/N!” She looked at Sehun with wide eyes as the tears fell down her face. He tossed the clipboard onto his desk and brought her head into his chest, “No more crying for that asshole.”

She turned her head and the tears soaked his shirt as his fingers ran through her hair. He kissed the top of her head as she continued to sob, “No matter what, it will be okay.”

“Sign here.”

The silence in the office made her skin crawl. She watched him pick up the pen but his hand hovered above the documents. Hesitation but she didn’t know why. She was never his wife to begin with, she was only a pawn in his world. He needed her but not for love and comfort but for power. She cried so much over him but in this moment the roles are reversed. She sat there with a stern look while he cried looking at the life changing documents but no sound came from him. He wasn’t sad at losing her but sad he lost his pawn.

“Y-Y/N are you sure?”

“Yes, I haven’t been your wife in years.”

She watched his eyes widen as he glanced back and forth at the paper and at her, “You’ve always been my wife.”

She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head, “I lost that title when you found another. The night that you said we had an open relationship, I was no longer your wife. We both know why you needed me...”

He sighed and let the black ink do the talking that he couldn’t do. She smiled at this and felt the chain around her neck was broken. She felt some relief seeing him cry and she didn’t care if that made her sound like a bad person. After all the crying, seeing the person that made you cry was rewarding. If that makes her evil then she would rather be evil with a smile instead of unhappy and in tears.

The documents slid to her and it was her turn to sign. She picked up her pen and as she read the document, memories of the past came.

Jungkook looked at her with a smile as he grabbed her hand. The two sat at the beach as the moon kissed the water and the stars touched their skin. Jungkook wanted to take her to the beach after their date and she agreed. The two just graduated from college and everything was perfect. Jungkook was the new CEO of his father’s company and Y/N got an internship at the hospital that she wanted to work at.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, “You know, I’m going to make you my wife soon.”

“Oh? Are you?”

He nodded his head and looked out at the water with a smile, “I want to get you the ring that you deserve. I want it to sparkle just like how you sparkle in my life.”

“Do you want the ring back?”

She watched him scratch the back of his neck and sigh, “No...you keep it.”

“I’m not going to keep it. I need you to know that.”

“I figured.”

She bowed her head at her lawyer who left the office and Jungkook watched him leave with a blank expression. His eyes moved back to her and frowned, “So...this is it?”

“Seems like it.”

He glared at her and knocked off his coffee cup making it fly across the room. He slammed his hands on the dark wood as his eyes heated up looking at her, “How can you be so calm? Did you even love me?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head at him, “Why did you think I stayed? I always loved you and I was stupid for thinking that you would pick me. I was never your first choice and you know that. How dare you get mad at me for this? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS!”

Jungkook couldn’t defend himself, not that she wanted to hear it. She got up from the table and walked before he could say anything to her, she was done with him. Well, she knew one day she would have to tell him about his child but for now she was done. The selfish man will be his downfall and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The public didn’t take Jungkook and Y/N’s divorce well. Especially when the truth came out about him. Many weren't shocked about him but a good handful of important figures were shocked (for some reason). Many said that his good looks got him into trouble while others shared their sympathy towards Y/N. Not that she needed it. Rue was plastered on all the magazines, the villain of the story. Y/N should feel bad for the young girl but instead she only chuckled at the tears captured on all forms of media.

Y/N sat in her office and the door opened revealing Jin giving her smile, “Happy divorce.”

“That’s new. Thank you.”

He sat in front of her with his smile sending butterflies to her stomach, “I’m glad you did it.”

“I am too...you must hate me.”

He looked at her with confusion, “Why would I hate you?”

“Jin...I ruined your sister's life. You should hate me.”

“Do I look like I hate you?”

Her lips pressed together making a straight line as she looked away from his intense eyes, “No...you don’t.”

“My sister deserves it. She knew exactly what she was doing and persuaded him anyway. He also is no better. I would never hate you, L/N Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and her head snapped back at him. It’s been forever since she heard her last name, it sent shivers especially when it came from him. She blinked her eyes at him and smiled, “L/N Y/N....I-I haven’t heard that in so long.”

“You’ve always been L/N Y/N. Remember that...I actually had a question for you.”

She raised her eyebrow and she felt nervous now. She nodded her head and gripped her pants under the table, “O-Of course you can.”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t have to be nervous around me Y/N. I was just wondering if you would like to go on a lunch date with me?”

“Lunch date?”

“Yeah, if you want. It could be whatever you want.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head rapidly, “I would love that.”

“That’s good. Oh, also. Congrats on becoming a mom.”

She frowned at this and glanced down at her messy desk, “Y-Yeah...Does that put you off?”

“Why would that put me off?”

“Because I was so stupid. Stupid enough to try again with him when I knew deep down it wasn’t right. I just wanted him to love me again even though I didn’t love him. I guess I just wanted affection like how it was in the beginning and my naivety took over. I let my insecurities do the talking instead of my logic and now I'm having a child with someone that only sees me as a power play. You should be put off by me...”

He shook his head and stood up from the chair. She watched him closely as he moved to be by her side and grabbed her hands gently. He sat on his knees as she looked down at him, “You were trying your hardest with the situation that was given to you...your not stupid, you were hopeful. You wanted him to give you love because you loved him once upon a time, you wanted to feel important for once. This is something you need to face but you won’t do it alone, I won’t allow that.”

Her eyes started to water and she jumped out of her chair to wrap her arms around Jin’s neck, “I-I want to feel love...”

“And you will.”

The snow created images on the window as Y/N stared outside in complete silence. So much has changed in a matter of a year that she couldn’t even rationalize anything. She had a baby girl, L/N Jisoo. It wasn’t what the movies always displayed. Jisoo was premature and had to stay in the hospital for a month to make sure she was okay. It was a stressful time but Sehun and Chanyeol helped her out by taking care of the paperwork and checking her house. There was one person that stayed by her side twenty-four seven and that person was Jin. They weren’t dating officially but they both made it clear they like each other, maybe even love. It wasn’t the time to make a confession.

She heard her name in the hospital room and she turned her head to see Jin sitting on the couch with a frown. He was tired, they both were but they would never say it out loud to each other. She slowly walked towards him and sat next to him with her head going to his shoulder like a magnet. They both looked at the baby with tired smiles and he rubbed her arm gently, “Tomorrow is the big day.”

“She comes home to us.”

“See I told you.”

She raised her eyebrow and lifted her head to look at him, “Told me what?”

“You would feel love.”

Her eyes widened at this and let out a small chuckle. She turned her head to look at her daughter with a red face, “Shut up.”

“Yah! Jin you can’t keep letting her get away with drawing on the documents!”

“It’s art and I always have copies!”

She sighed to herself and shook her head with a chuckle escaping, “That’s not the point dear.”

He glanced down to see Jisoo drawing away on an important document but he shrugged. He looked back up at Y/N with a small smirk, “Are you jealous of her artwork?”

“Jin, shut up. I need to get ready for work, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He rolled his eyes at her and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, “I’ve taken care of her for two years, have faith in me.”

“I always have faith in you but she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

“You have me wrapped around your finger too, darling. Don’t forget that.”

She let out a laugh and nodded her head. She put on her coat and smiled at him, “I’ll miss you...”

“You’ll be home in an hour, Sehun said it’s a quick meeting but you need to be there to approve some things.”

“I know, I just hate being away from you and Jisoo.”

“The faster you go, the faster you’ll be back.”

She blew him a kiss and left their house. She can’t believe it's been two years already. Two years passed by and she was living with her boyfriend while they took care of their daughter together. Jin adopted her after her first birthday and Y/N couldn’t be happier with Jisoo having him as a father. Speaking of fathers, Jungkook didn’t know about Jisoo. After their divorce and the public losing their interest in Jungkook’s life, Y/N cut off all ties with him. She didn’t even know if he had the same number but she didn’t care.

She stopped at the stop light letting out a small sigh. She hated working on Sundays, it was supposed to be her day off but here she was going to work. The light snowfall didn’t make things easier, it just made her more depressed. When the light turned green, she went forward but that's when everything went black. A truck tried running the red light and Y/N was hit hard. Everything around her was quiet and her vision was blurred. The only thing she saw was the white specks falling down slowly. She slowly closed her eyes and nothingness hit her...

Y/N woke up and looked around to get an answer. She saw her daughter looking at her with her head tilted in the middle of her room, “Jisoo?”

“Mommy, who's my dad?”

She rubbed her forehead and looked at her with a confused look, “Jisoo, what are you-”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

Y/N blinked her eyes and Jisoo was now a teenager. She couldn’t understand what was happening but the shock stopped her from questioning what was happening, “Ho-how do you know that name baby?”

“Mom, tell me the truth. Dad, isn’t my real dad is he?”

Y/N shook her head and tried making her way to Jisoo but her head was stopping her. The pain jolted through her body as she sat there holding her head, “Jisoo, please.”

“Who’s my real dad!”

She opened her eyes slightly and the only thing she saw was bright white lights above her head, blinding her. She heard talking but she couldn’t focus on the words and the only thing she saw was the light blue clothing that surrounded her. She closed her eyes again, allowing the light to sing her to sleep.

Beep. Beep. What the hell? She opened her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and saw herself in a bed. It wasn’t her bed at home and she recognized the hospital blanket fast. She wanted to sit up but her body would not allow her to so she turned her head to see Jin sleeping on the couch, “J-Jin...”

His eyes snapped open and he jumped up from the couch. He made his way to her and carefully sat on the bed, grabbing her hand ever so gently, “Y/N? Baby?”

“Jin, wh-what the hell happened? I have a meeting with Sehun.”

He let out a sad chuckle and shook his head, “Baby, it’s been two weeks...there is no meeting. I don’t want to dump all this information on you but...you got into a horrible accident. You broke your neck and hit your head really hard...I-I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I-I was in an accident?”

He nodded his head and brought her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, “Don’t worry. I’m suing him right now.”

“What other injuries do I have?”

“Shockingly, you only broke your neck. You had bruises and cuts but that’s it. Even the surgeons were shocked.”

She nodded her head (the best she could) and looked outside the window to see the white specks falling still. She sighed and looked at Jin with a frown, “I had an epiphany.”

“O-Okay? Was it good?”

“I need to tell Jungkook about Jisoo.”

Jin looked at her with a shocked look but nodded his head, “I see...if that’s what you want. Can I ask why?”

“I had this vision of her being a teenager...she found out that you weren’t her real dad and the look she had killed me...it hurt. I know it was my mind doing it but it hurt still. I need to do it for her.”

“If you want to do that then I’ll support you no matter what. My only thing is...I don’t trust Jungkook with Jisoo.”

“I was thinking that he can visit her at our house only for now until we have trust. Wait, where's Jisoo?”

“She’s with Sehun, don't worry. Alright, we can do that. Shit, let me get Chanyeol. He needs to check on you. Fuck I got so excited seeing you that I forgot.”

She let out a small laugh but it quickly turned into a groan, “Don’t make me laugh so hard. It hurts.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny-” Before he could say anything else, the door opened revealing Chanyeol glaring at Jin. “Shit.”

“You ass, you were supposed to tell me when she wakes up. I don’t give a fuck that shes your girlfriend now, I have more power.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slowly turned her head towards Chanyeol, “Hey you.”

Chanyeol scoffed and shook his head, "That's what you say to me after being knocked out for two weeks after an accident.”

“Yes?”

He sighed at this and looked down at his clipboard, “Your body is strong. You only broke your neck and hit your head when the truck impacted your car. You hit your head hard on the side of the door and the glass cut your arms and legs. You had bruises all over your body but other than that you came out great for someone that was hit head on with a car.”

She sighed to herself and turned to look at Jin, “It’s because I’m a mother, that’s why I’m so strong.”

“That’s disgusting. We're going to have an orthopedic to look at your neck before you can leave.”

“When can she leave?”

“When she gets grounded, I would say in three or four days.”

She intertwined her fingers with Jins and let a smile appear on face, “That's not too bad...”

“It’s not but baby you can’t push yourself either. I know you want to go home but don’t rush yourself, okay?”

“Okay.”

Two days and Y/N hated being in this bed. Jin left her today to take care of Jisoo and she was still in this stupid neck brace. She knew she had to stay in this for about two months and she found that annoying. She sat in her bed letting the food show relax her body but that all changed when her door opened. She turned her head and she was expecting Chanyeol or Sehun but her eyes widened when she saw a ghost from the past looking at with worried eyes, “Jung-Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

He smiled at her and walked towards her with a bouquet of daises. He placed them on her side table and pushed a chair towards her bed as she watched him. He sat in the chair and sighed, “Your brother told me what happened...I asked him how you were doing and he told me what happened. He said something interesting though.”

“Oh?”

“He said that even though he hated me, he wanted me to know just in case his goddaughter is left alone.”

Fucking snitch, “O-Oh really? That’s weird.”

“Y/N...do we have a daughter?”

She sighed and turned her head towards the tv, “I have a daughter.”

“Y/N-”

“Jungkook, I know you're smart. Figure it out.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her, “I’m glad you're alright.”

“Geez thanks.”

“I-I’m not good at this. I don’t want you to feel awkward when you're in pain.”

“That never stopped you before.”

He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t want to argue. Can I-I see her?”

“Only if me or Jin is there to watch you. We don’t trust you with her.”

“J-Jin?”

“My boyfriend and Jisoo’s father. Problem?”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor, “Jin’s been taking care of her?”

She scoffed at him and looked at him with a glare, “Yeah and? You’re lucky Jin didn’t hurt you for what you did to me.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes. visiting hours end in two minutes. Hurry up and say whatever you want to say.”

“Can I see Jisoo...I like the name by the way.”

“Thank you, Jin gave me the name to use. Only if we're there. I don’t trust you, I’m only doing this because I don’t want to die one day without her knowing the truth. When she becomes older, you’re going to tell her your sins. I’ll be damned if I have to say it cause it still hurts to this day. You’re a piece of shit still but I’ll let you see her.”

Jungkook looked at her with a soft smile and nodded his head, “T-Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. How’s Rue?”

“You know I’m not with her anymore, I’m sure. You’re dating Jin.”

“I know, I just wanted to see your hurt face. Now, get out. Visiting hours are over.”

He let out another sigh and stood up from the chair giving her one last look, “Will you always be hostile towards me?”

“Yeah, probably. You deserve so much more so be grateful for this.”

He nodded his head and went to walk out the room but before he left, he looked back at her, “Thank you for giving life to something so precious.”

“Mmm...now get out.”

He nodded his head and left the room. She let out the biggest sigh and shook her head to herself, “Fucking asshole. He hasn’t changed at all.” Her phone (Jin bought her a new phone) buzzed next to the daisies and she slowly picked it up. She unlocked her phone and smiled at Jin’s message. It was a picture of Jin and Jisoo cuddling on the bed and she felt so happy seeing them together. Jin will always be Jisoo’s father no matter what and Jungkook will just be there. Maybe in the future things will get better but for now, he should be grateful for seeing Jisoo.

She called Jin and he picked up so fast making her giggle, “Did you see it?”

“I love it. I love you guys so much. Forever and ever.”

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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At The Concert

Jung Hoseok/Reader

Summary: Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

Warnings: Female reader, established relationship, idol!au, set around 2018 during the LY tour but not that important, fluff, crying, mentions of being anxious, marriage proposal.

Word Count: 1226 M.list

BTS were about halfway through their current tour, giving maximum effort each show they did. You always tried your best to attend as many of their shows as you could, since getting to spend time with Hoseok when he was on tour was scarce enough as it was.

For this specific show, Hobi had asked you some time ago to make sure you had time

off to attend and you weren’t sure why, maybe because it was the closest show on the tour to your home town? If that were the case though, you would have been there either way so you found it quit strange how pushy he was being about you attending.

You were currently backstage, watching the boys run around the stage from the wings. A lot of the time you just watched on the TV in the dressing room or private area in the audience, since you always felt like you were in the way just standing around backstage but, due to some particularly insistent staff members, you were side stage.

The boys performance was amazing as usual. Watching them perform never failed to brighten up your day. Once they finished their current song, it was time for them to line up and talk to the audience.

One by one they spoke lovingly to ARMY before they all fell silent and turned to face Hobi. They all watched as he stepped forward once again, all sporting wide and gummy smiles.

‘I know this is strange but I hope you ARMY will indulge me.’ The audience cheered loudly as Hoseok spoke. You looked on confused, not sure what he was up to.

‘When me and Y/N went public, we were shocked by the amount of support we got from all of you. We’d been together quite a while by then so it was important to us that we had your support.’ He continued to speak. Though you couldn’t see his face from your position you knew he was nervous but still smiling, you however were shocked. Why was he bringing you up? It was at this moment that you began to notice that some of the staff around you were throwing glances in your direction, making your nerves flare up and also feel a little self conscious. Did they know what was going on?

‘I know she’s going to hate me for this...’ He chuckled to himself, ‘Jagi come out here please.’ He turned back to face where you were standing, his arm outstretched and giving you a small smile. The audience screamed at the unusual turn.

Your mouth fell open in shock. You looked around at the staff for help, only to find smiling faces looking back at you, some of them even ushering you forwards onto the stage. Surely this wasn’t for real.

When no movement came from you, both Jungkook and Jimin ran towards you in an attempt to pull you out. They were laughing as they spoke to you.

‘Come on noona!’ Jungkook grabbed onto your right arm whilst Jimin grasped your left.

‘What’s going on!?’ You stuttered, still not willing to move.

‘Just trust us Y/N! You know we would never let anything bad happen to you!’ Jimin coaxed, trying to ease your nerves a little. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before you nodded. You knew what he said was true so you didn’t really have any choice but to trust them right now.

They both grinned at you again before excitedly pulling you onto the stage.

Blush crept up onto your cheeks when the crowd started to scream your name upon coming into view.

The two younger boys lead you over to Hobi, who in turn wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. He pulled back and gave you a bright smile, you keeping your hands firmly on his arms.

‘What’s happening?’ You were smiling but couldn’t help but cringe as your voice got picked up by his microphone. Causing all the boys to let out small laughs.

Speaking of...You noticed the 6 other boys lined up behind the two of you, all either grinning ear to ear or bouncing up and down with excitement.

Hobi took a step back, taking one of your hands in his before he started to speak.

‘Y/N you are the love of my life. You’ve been with me through thick and thin and you were always there for me, back when I was still training. All your support made me the man I am today.’ Oh...Was this really happening? You could feel your emotions building up in your chest as he spoke from his heart.

‘I really lucked out, getting the most amazing person in the world to date me back then. Being together all these years has made me realise I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you....So...’

It was then that he got down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his jacket pocket. You knew it was coming after his speech, but it didn’t do anything to stop the tears flowing down your face, both your hand coming up to cover your mouth as the happy tears fell. Hobi opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He really put effort into doing the research on what kind of jewellery you liked, talking none stop with your friends and mother to make sure he got the perfect ring.

‘Will you marry me?’ He beamed up at you, crowd going even more crazy, not believing they got to witness this in person. The boys in the back all holding onto each other in anticipation, hardly able to control themselves.

Unable to speak at that moment in time you nodded vigorously, hiding your face in your hands before taking his and pulling him to a standing position. You pulled him into a kiss, hands on either side of his face, while his hands came to rest on your wrists. You were now oblivious to the crowd, deaf to their screams. Right now it was just you and Hobi.

The two of you were only pulled out of the moment when the 6 other boys ran up to you both to congratulate you. Hoseok pulled away and took your shaking hand in his once again, to slip the ring onto your finger. You admired the ring before you felt your lip start to tremble again so you pulled him in for one last hug, which he was happy to accept. Hoseok made sure to cover his mic before whispering to you. ‘We’ll all celebrate properly later ok?’ he nodded slightly before placing a final quick peck on you lips. He placed his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to the wings, and onto a waiting chair. Good. Your legs were like jelly. He pecked your cheek before quickly running back out onto the stage.

‘Ah she said no guys. Can you believe that?’ He joked as soon as he was back out, causing his members and the audience to laugh. You lightly shook your head, smiling at his antics.

After the show that night you knew you would all be going out to celebrate like he said, and you couldn’t wait for what would come after.

#bts #bts x reader #smutt #fluff #angst #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au #established relationship

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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O7 | Pregnancy RECs

Request: Hey new here and looking for a good Arrange Marriage or pregnancy fan fic. Full off drama. Thanks

By: @prajusstuff

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML

NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

➳ Seokjin

Title: Soarin 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @aquagustd

Summary: Husband!Seokjin x Wife!Pregnant!reader. Also established relationship and vacation au.

↳ “When you find out that your husband is hurting just as much as you, you realize that you’ve been thinking selfishly. And when you come forward with your doubts, he shows you how much he loves you.”

Title: Clingy Pregnancy 🐑🗒

Author: @blu-joons

Summary: I feel this would so be Seokjin if he ever got his girlfriend pregnant lol!

↳ n/a

➳ Yoongi

Title: Silence 🐑👊🗒

Author: @hyungieyoongi

Summary: Also married/established relationship au. Drama in this one!

↳ n/a

Title: Oh Baby 🐑🐑🐑🗒

Author: @yoonlattesworld

Summary: Idol!husband!yoongi x pregnant!wife!reader. Also established relationship/marriage and idol au.

↳ “Attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview.”

➳ Hoseok

Title: Telling Him You’re Pregnant 🐑🗒

Author: @blu-joons

Summary: This writer makes really good pregnancy dribbles!

↳ n/a (title makes it self explanatory)

Title: Hope In The Sheets 💦🐑📝💜

Author: @youarejesting

Summary: 10 parts + epilogue. Completed series. Also friends-to-lovers au. Drama in this one!

↳ “You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.”

➳ Namjoon

Title: Two More 💦🐑🗒

Author: @e-cm

Summary: Husband!Namjoon x Pregnant!!reader. Established relationship/marriage au.

↳ “With two more months of pregnancy left and nothing to relieve you of your...discomfort, Namjoon offers you exactly what you need.”

Title: Nine Months 🐑📝💜

Author: @gimmesumsuga

Summary: 4 parts. Completed Drabble series. This felt so real that I had to add it lol! Some drama in this one!

↳ “Your due date has come and gone. Namjoon’s excited and you’re uncomfortable, but you’re both equally as impatient to meet your little girl.”

➳ Jimin

Title: Wild Flower 🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @tataelingmoon

Summary: Pregnancy reveal and establish relationship!au. Some drama in this one!

↳ “You and Park Jimin have been together for as long as you can remember. However, when you find out that you were pregnant you didn't know what else to do but run away in fear of his reaction.”

Title: Better Together 🐑🗒

Author: @sparklingchim

Summary: Husband!jimin x wife!reader. You also already have a child together, so second baby!au.

↳ “Just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon.”

➳ Taehyung

Title: Flying High 💦🗒💜

Author: @borathae

Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. This is more of a trying to get pregnant au, but it was so good I had to add it. Also established relationship/marriage and ceo au.

↳ “Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so. Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”

Title: Saving You 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @bebejungkook

Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. Also yandere, established relationship/marriage, and ceo au. Drama in this one!

↳ “Your very over protective husband finds out you’ve been kidnapped and he was going to take the matters into his own hands.”

➳ Jungkook

Title: Only Teens 🐑👊📝💜

Author: @0funsite0

Summary: Teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader. I’m a sucker for teen pregnancy stories... sue me! Drama in this one!

↳ “You live in Korea with your American mother, Bulgarian father, and half Korean half Bulgarian half-brother, Jin. Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend's parents own a successful company together and are best friends, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy,”

Title: Mistake 💦👊🗒💜

Author: @dreamescapeswriting

Summary: Idol and accidental pregnancy au. Basically, you accidentally got pregnant and jk is an idol in this so that’s like a no go. Drama in this one!

↳ n/a

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bts-0t-7 · 6 months

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Festive Feels | KNJ | Diwali Special

Pair: Namjoon x idol!reader

Summary: Namjoon and you go out on the streets of Seoul to celebrate the Festival of Light together for the first time. And as the night sky is adorned with dazzling lights and vibrant colours, illuminated with thousands of oil lamps, you rediscover the meaning of love and your connections.

Genre: Fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au

WC: 705

The city was alive with the warm glow of a thousand lights. Booths, people, and glowing lights brighten the heart of South Korea. In Seoul, amongst the vibrant colours and laughter, Namjoon and you walked hand in hand through the streets, enjoying the celebration of the Festival of Lights, Diwali.

As the both of you walked through the streets, the air was filled with the scents of the festive delicacies and you just couldn’t help but resist the temptation to indulge in some traditional Indian sweets and food. You’re eyes tilted upwards, watching Namjoon savour a piece of Kaju Katli, his eyes lighting up with delight at the sweetness that coated it.

Kaju Katli is a cashew fudge treat that is terrifically smooth, thin, and melts in your mouth.

“Oh, this is amazing,” He turned to you, mouth still full as he proclaimed his love for the food. “How have I never tried this before.”

You chuckled. “Diwali is all about sharing happiness and delicious food with our loved ones. So, this is perfect.” You leaned into his embrace. “Oh… the food.” Just the thought made you salivate.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the real magic of Diwali began. You pulled Namjoon onto a bridge. The cityscape slowly transformed into a wonderland as buildings, homes and streets started to be adorned with countless lights and festive decorations. It felt as if the city came alive for the festival.

You pulled Namjoon off the bridge, walking in the opposite direction, as the both of you found a quiet corner in a nearby park. People around you were lighting oil lamps and it was tradition to create beautiful rangoli patterns on the ground. Buying a few packets of rice, chalk powder, coloured sand, and flower petals, you headed over to a fairly empty walkway and started.

The both of you were eager to try your hand at it. Pouring small amounts at a time, colours painted the ground a beautiful shade as you carefully crafted intricate designs. Namjoon watched you intently, occasionally offering a helping hand.

As you worked, you explained the significance of rangoli to him. “These patterns are meant to bring good luck and ward off evil.” As you finish off another pattern, you continue. “They are also a symbol of hospitality, welcoming guests into our homes.”

Namjoon nodded, his gaze never leaving your hands as you worked skillfully to form a delicate lotus pattern. “I love studying about your traditions and I’m honoured to be a part of your Diwali celebration.”

With the completed rangoli sitting in front of you, the both of you lit up your oil lamps and placed them in the centre. The soft, flickering light created a magical atmosphere and you felt like you were sharing an intimate moment with your beloved amidst the grand celebration around you.

Children were screaming and adults were working around in the booths - but it felt like your own little bubble of peace.

As the night sky darkened, the fireworks illuminated the galaxy. You and Namjoon looked up, faces reflecting the vibrant colours and patterns that burst above you.

“It’s like a starry night but with so much more.” Namjoon remarked, arm coming around your waist to bring you closer to his body.

You smiled at his analogy. “Diwali is a reminder that light will always triumph over darkness - a time to celebrate new beginnings and the victory of good over evil.”

Namjoon leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m grateful to share this beautiful festival with you and I hope our love can shine as bright as these lights.”

Tilting your head up to meet his vulnerable gaze - your hearts connected. “Namjoon, our love has always been a beacon, guiding us through our darkest times. It was, is, and will always be.”

As you refocused your attention on the fireworks that painted the night sky with radiant colours, you felt a sense of unity and togetherness - reminding you of the beauty of sharing traditions and creating new memories with the one you love.

At that moment, you realise that loving truly was the most powerful light of all, illuminating your lives with warmth, joy, and endless possibilities.

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downbad4yoongi · 29 days

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Capturing Family

For @bangtanwritershq To Begin Again quarter event

Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon

WC:4237

Rating: MA

AU/Genre: marriage au, slice of life, surrogacy

Warnings: implied/referenced homophobia, gay sex

A/N: Written as a slice of life follow up to Closer

Summary: Married four years, Jimin and Namjoon dream of a family. Surrogacy or adoption? The decision weighs heavy. Unwavering support from friends clashes with Jimin's parents' disapproval. A gallery break-in threatens their plans, but their love strengthens. Through challenges, their bond deepens, and with their friends' help, they overcome obstacles and build a beautiful, unique family. A story of love, perseverance, and the power of chosen family.

“Love, we’ve been talking about this for years now. We’re ready,” Namjoon's voice echoes through the quiet park as he takes Jimin's hand in his own.

“But what if we’re not?” Jimin asks, his eyes searching Namjoon's face for reassurance.

“Where is this doubt coming from? You’d be an amazing father, and we have wanted this for years. It’s all coming together; you’ve been at your school for several years, and I have the gallery. It feels like the stars are aligning for us,” Namjoon reassures, the warm summer breeze tousling their hair.

Jimin takes a deep breath and bobs his head a few times. “You’re right. It just feels like a lot all of a sudden.” He holds his hand up, stopping Namjoon from interrupting, “I know it’s not. This is our fourth anniversary after all, but after talking about it for so many years, it just feels…surreal.”

Namjoon gathers Jimin in his arms. “Love, every day feels surreal with you.” Leaning down, Namjoon captures Jimin’s lips with his. They stand there in the middle of the park, surrounded by nature and love.

As they make their way back to their home, a quaint house nestled in a quiet neighborhood, Jimin can't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and anticipation. Time slips away as Jimin drives them home, their fingers intertwined and hearts full.

Their peaceful sanctuary greets them as they step through the door. The sunlight floods into the open floor plan through large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the space and highlighting all of Namjoon's beloved plants.

Namjoon's restless fingers wander over Jimin’s form as they make their way through the shared space. A sense of peace settles around them as they enter their bedroom, a place where their love and connection run deep.

After weeks of waiting, they finally have a chance to sit down and discuss their family plans in detail. Their past conversations were merely wishes, but now it's becoming a tangible reality. Jimin plops a thick binder onto Namjoon's lap and snuggles beside him, the warmth of his body filling the space between them.

"What is this?" Namjoon grunts as he feels the weight of the binder on his thighs. The entire Encyclopedia Britannica?"

Jimin giggles and nuzzles closer to his husband. "You're so silly, honey. This is our family plan, or at least the start of it. We have a lot to go over."

Namjoon sets down his coffee and reaches for his camera, snapping a quick candid shot of Jimin before powering off the device. Jimin barely flinches, used to being photographed by now. Their walls are adorned with many such candid moments, and Jimin wouldn't have it any other way.

Pushing aside his amusement, Jimin delves into their discussion. He opens the binder and begins detailing their options.

Surrogacy or adoption?

They both agree on surrogacy.

They spend hours poring over Jimin's meticulously assembled profiles of potential surrogates. After much deliberation, they narrow it down to two women, but the conversation keeps going in circles as neither wants to back down. One woman, 32, is a kindergarten teacher and a mother of two; the other woman is a pediatrics nurse in her late thirties and the mother of one.

Frustrated, Jimin huffs and sighs dramatically before turning to face his handsome husband. "Listen," he says bluntly, "we're using your sperm this time. Let me make the final call."

The passion in Jimin's voice gives Namjoon pause, making him reconsider his stance. After some internal debate, he gives a small nod and concedes. "You're right," he admits, "we both deserve equal say in this process. I'm providing the biological material. You should have the right to choose the bio-mother."

Jimin's shoulders relax as some of the tension from their argument dissipates. "Thank you, honey," he says gratefully, crossing over to Namjoon and wrapping his arms around the taller man. “Let’s set up a meeting with this one,” Jimin decides, pointing to the kindergarten teacher.

Namjoon murmurs reassurances of his love as they hold each other tightly, unwilling to let go. After several minutes, they finally part, lips swollen from lingering kisses.

"Bed?" Jimin suggests with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Mmm, bed," Namjoon agrees with a smile.

Jimin's voice trembles through the phone as he speaks with Namjoon, his tone shrill and panicked. The news he just received is enough to make anyone anxious.

"Can't you give me any more details?" Jimin asks, trying to control the fear building up inside of him.

"Please, my love, it would be best if you came in person," Namjoon responds calmly, hoping to ease his husband's nerves.

Jimin lets out a frustrated laugh. "Fine. I'll call in a substitute and be there as soon as possible."

Namjoon barely has time to convey his love before the line goes dead. He takes a deep breath, trying to convince himself that everything will be okay. Jimin must be scared and overwhelmed, he reasons, which explains why he ended the call without their usual exchange of affection.

Within an hour, Jimin rushes into Picture This, Namjoon's gallery that’s located in the bustling downtown area. "I'm here! I made it!" he exclaims, out of breath and disheveled.

Namjoon excuses himself from speaking with a detective and meets his husband halfway across the moderate space. The contrast between them is evident - Namjoon exudes calmness while Jimin is frazzled and restless, his brown locks sticking up in all directions from running his hands through them repeatedly.

When Jimin received the call from Namjoon about the break-in at his gallery, it felt like the ground had disappeared beneath his feet. His mind immediately went to worst-case scenarios, and all he could think about was the safety of his loved one. So when their bodies collide, Jimin can't help but run his hands over Namjoon's broad frame in reassurance. He knows Namjoon is physically unharmed but needs to feel it for himself. He couldn't imagine life without him.

"I'm fine, love. Really. I wasn't here when it happened," Namjoon reassures him.

Gradually, the words pierce through Jimin's foggy mind, and he collapses against Namjoon, resting his head on his chest. "I know. I know you are, but how about emotionally? This gallery is your pride and joy."

A pained smile tugs at Namjoon's lips as he responds, "I'm still processing, but it will be okay." He rubs Jimin's shoulders comfortingly. "Let me finish up with these detectives, and then we can go home and discuss our next steps." With a quick peck on the lips, Namjoon turns to face the tall and imposing detective, leaving Jimin to survey the damage left behind.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Jimin's heart breaks for Namjoon as he takes in the chaos and destruction caused by the robbers. Priceless prints have been slashed to pieces, glass shards litter the floor, and equipment has either been stolen or smashed on the newly polished concrete.

Jimin immediately sends a text to their friends, updating them on what has happened before Namjoon leads him out of the gallery. He runs a soothing hand over Namjoon's back as they make their way to their small SUV parked behind the building.

The drive back home is silent except for the sound of their soft exhales as Jimin navigates them through traffic. When they arrive, they both drop their keys on the entryway table and kick off their shoes before collapsing onto each other on the cozy sunken couch - a focal point of their living room.

“Love,” Namjoon whispers, his voice soft and soothing as his fingers trace patterns on Jimin's back.

“Honey,” Jimin responds, snuggling into their tangled embrace. “I don’t know where to even start…”

“It’s okay, love. I'm here for you,” Namjoon reassures him, reaching over to grab the laptop from the coffee table.

With a few expert clicks, Namjoon has the insurance claim page open and is logging in to start the process.

But then, Jimin suddenly goes still next to him. “Love, what is it?” Namjoon asks with concern.

Jimin's eyes are glued to the screen in front of them. “Why wasn't the policy renewed?” he says, his voice shaking. “It's saying right here that our coverage lapsed.” Panic rises in his chest. “This won't be covered...”

Namjoon's heart sinks as he leans closer to the computer screen, scanning the information. "Okay... this isn't ideal," he mutters to himself. "But that's why we have savings."

“Joon,” Jimin speaks up again, his voice small and vulnerable. “The savings are for our baby...”

Namjoon's stomach drops at the thought of not being able to access their savings for such an emergency. He immediately starts brainstorming alternative solutions. “Yes, of course. We can't touch that money. What if we ask your parents for help?”

But instead of relief or agreement, Jimin stiffens beside him. “That's not an option,” he says firmly, shutting down any further discussion.

Namjoon is taken aback by this sudden change in attitude from his usually open and communicative husband. Worried now, he furrows his brow and reaches out to rub circles on Jimin's back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Jimin, please talk to me,” he pleads softly.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin finally turns to face Namjoon. Tears are welling up in his eyes as he speaks. “My parents... they weren't supportive of our decision to adopt or use a surrogate.”

Namjoon's heart sinks as he listens to Jimin's words, trying to make sense of it all. “But I thought they were okay with us starting a family?”

The tears start rolling down Jimin's cheeks now, and he looks away, unable to meet Namjoon's gaze. “They said it was fine because they thought we would change our minds. And their exact words were, 'Realize how abnormal it would be for a child to have two fathers'."

Heat flushes across Namjoon’s skin as anger and hurt course through Namjoon as he processes this information. "How could they even say something like that? You know what? Screw them. We don't need their approval or their money. We'll figure this out together, just the two of us." He squeezes Jimin's hand tightly, determined to find a way to rebuild their gallery and make their dreams of having a family come true on their own terms.

Jimin holds onto Namjoon's hand tightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling in his stomach. "It's not just about the money," he whispers softly. "I know we can make it work, but I don't want to sacrifice our happiness for it. We deserve to have a family and give them the best life possible." Tears well up in Jimin's eyes again, but he quickly wipes them away before they can fall.

"I'm sorry, love," he says, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Namjoon pulls him close into his embrace, holding him tightly against his chest as they snuggle into the soft couch cushions. He runs a soothing hand through Jimin's hair and presses gentle kisses to his forehead.

"It's okay, baby," Namjoon murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "We have time." He looks deep into Jimin's eyes, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "And we will make it happen for us. For our family.”

At the park, Taehyung carefully sets down his takeout box and spreads out a soft, checkered blanket for them all to sit on. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves in the trees above, carrying with it the sweet scent of freshly mown grass and blooming flowers. Taehyung settles down next to Jin and picks up a pair of elegant chopsticks, twirling them between his fingers with practiced ease.

As Jin hands Taehyung a plate laden with fried chicken, kimchi jeon, and mandu, he asks, "Where are y'all in reopening the gallery?"

Namjoon nods along, watching Jin and Yoongi dish out the food onto their own plates.

"We actually finished yesterday and plan to fully reopen next week."

Hoseok does a little happy dance, clapping his hands together in excitement. "That's fantastic! Are we going to have a little celebratory party?"

"Of course!" Jin eagerly chimes in. "I can bring the champagne."

"And Yoongi can create a playlist-," Hoseok starts before being interrupted by Jimin.

"Whoa, let's slow down," Jimin interjects, holding up a hand to pause Hoseok's eager planning. "We're not going to do some extravagant shindig."

Taehyung scoffs playfully, "It's not an extravagant party. It's just a small to medium celebration, you know, with some string lights, light appetizers, champagne, and maybe some decorations."

Jimin's nostrils flare in frustration as he replies, "We don't have the time for that, okay? We are trying to save-" He pauses abruptly and sends Namjoon an imploring look.

Namjoon calmly rests a soothing hand on Jimin's knee and whispers, "It's okay. Go ahead and tell them."

Yoongi swallows his mouthful of chicken before asking curiously, "Tell us what?"

Jimin lets out a sigh and traces the back of Namjoon's hand before intertwining their fingers. "We don't have the time for that because Joonie and I are starting a family."

The chopsticks with a piece of kimchi jeon clatter out of Taehyung's hand as his eyes widen at the unexpected announcement. Jin acts quickly and snags Taehyung's plate just in time before he launches himself at Jimin in excitement.

Yoongi winces at Taehyung's high-pitched squeal.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Taehyung blurts out in a rush, wrapping himself tightly around Jimin.

Jimin rubs Taehyung's back soothingly before attempting to untangle their limbs gently.

"Tae, let him breathe," Namjoon urges with a small smile.

Taehyung gives one last squeeze before pulling back. "Sorry, I'm just so happy for you and Jiminie."

Jimin smiles fondly. "I know, Tae. We didn't say anything because the incident at the gallery kind of delayed things. We had to use the money we set aside for the surrogacy process to fix what was destroyed."

Their friends exchange concerned looks before turning back to them. "What happened?" Yoongi asks with furrowed brows.

Namjoon's head dips down slightly as he replies, "The insurance policy on the gallery had lapsed. So we ended up having to cover the damages and repairs out of our own pockets." He squeezes Jimin's hand supportively before continuing, "We had actually decided on our anniversary to start the process, but we had to shift our plans due to unforeseen expenses. Now we're ready to get back on track."

Jimin nods in agreement. "It wasn't the ideal situation, especially since we had been saving for years for this moment. But we made it work - I started tutoring kids after school let out, and Namjoon took on more commissions. And now, here we are, meeting with an agency on Monday."

Tae lets out a small whimper of distress. "Why didn't you come to us? We could have helped you."

Jimin reaches out to his soulmate, softly cupping his cheek. "Oh, my sweet Tae. I guess we just didn't want to burden you."

A loud, caustic guffaw suddenly interrupts their conversation, drawing their attention across the small circle. Jin sits there looking outraged. "How dare you keep something like this from us!"

Both Jimin and Namjoon are taken aback at Jin's sudden shift in tone, his voice now laced with heat and frustration. They can feel the tension rising in the room as he continues to speak.

"Do you honestly believe that anything you could ask of us would ever be considered a burden?" Jin's voice softens, his eyes searching theirs for understanding, "We care about both of you so deeply. None of us would ever see you as a burden."

Jimin's eyes start to well up with tears, knowing deep down that Jin's words are rational and true. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, "I know that logically, but..." Namjoon places a comforting hand on Jimin's back as he struggles to find the words.

"We didn't want to impose or be seen as some charity case," Namjoon finally speaks, voicing their shared fear.

Jin growls in frustration, "How could you even think that? We love you two. You've become family to each other, and we only want to help you expand your family further." He crosses his arms over his chest in exasperation. "The nerve of not coming to us right away."

Yoongi nods in agreement, "Jin is right, Jimin-ah. We're here for you always. And personally, I would be honored to be a part of the process."

Namjoon glances at Jimin, who's nervously worrying his lower lip, both of them feeling properly admonished by Jin's words. "You're right. We would love your support as we navigate this journey."

Jin straightens up with a roll of his eyes. "Well, duh. That's what family is for."

The morning of their meeting with the surrogacy agency arrives. Jimin wakes up to the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet sound of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. His heart is already pounding in his chest as he pads into the kitchen, still in his pajamas, to find Namjoon pouring himself a cup. They exchange tired smiles but don't say anything as they both sip their coffee in silence, lost in their own thoughts. After a few minutes, Namjoon gently places his hand on top of Jimin's, stopping him from fidgeting with his mug. Their fingers lace together, and they squeeze lightly before Namjoon pulls him into a warm hug from behind.

Jimin leans into it gratefully, feeling Namjoon's heartbeat steady beneath his ear. He closes his eyes, basking in his partner's comfort—a mix of soap, coffee, and warm skin. He can almost feel the palpable distress emanating from Namjoon as he kisses the top of Jimin's head softly.

"Hey," he whispers, "it's going to be okay." Namjoon’s lips brush the shell of Jimin’s ear before pressing another kiss just underneath it.

He continues to trail kisses down the smaller man’s neck, nudging the collar of his sleep shirt aside to maintain contact. A shiver racks up Jimin’s spine as his head lolls to the side, leaning even further into his husband’s hold. A hum resonates through Jimin’s chest as thick fingers settle on his hips before pushing under the large sleep shirt to trail up his chest.

“Need a distraction?” Namjoon’s voice is huskily in his ear, sending goosebumps down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin whimpers, shivering in anticipation, “Namjoon,” he protests weakly. “We have to leave soon.” He can’t help the way his hips roll back a little into Namjoon, seeking more.

Namjoon chuckles in response, trailing his lips back up to Jimin’s ear and sucking gently on the lobe. Jimin moans, his eyes sliding shut as his hand comes up to grip the counter for support. “We have time.” Namjoon presses a lingering kiss to Jimin’s neck before spinning the smaller man around to face him. Pressing their foreheads together as they both catch their breaths, their heartbeats syncing.

Jimin opens his eyes to find Namjoon staring at him with so much love and affection it takes his breath away. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with adoration.

Surging forward together, their lips connect. Jimin’s arms wind around his love’s shoulders, pulling their bodies flush together. The kitchen fills with the sound of their lips smacking together as Namjoon backs Jimin into the counter. His hands slide down to cup Jimin’s ass, giving it a squeeze.

Jimin gasps, opening up to Namjoon, their tongues twisting together. Moaning as Namjoon’s hands cup the back of Jimin’s thighs and lift him onto the countertop. Their mouths move seamlessly together.

Namjoon angles his hips so their erections grind together. Jimin whines into the kiss, gripping Namjoon’s shoulders desperately as he grinds down on his husband’s hard length. Namjoon moans, clutching at Jimin’s thighs, his control rapidly slipping.

Jimin’s fingers start pulling at Namjoon’s shirt, tugging it up and off of him. Namjoon breaks the kiss slightly, panting as he helps Jimin undress him. Their lips part and come back together repeatedly as they discard their clothes, pooling them on the floor with a carelessness they usually don’t have in the morning.

Namjoon lifts Jimin again, setting him back on the countertop, legs hanging over his forearms. A devious glint in his eyes as he presses their hard lengths together, grinding against each other.

“Joonie,” Jimin whines, biting his lip as their friction increases. His nails dig into the countertop as he is teased.

Namjoon pulls back just enough to look into Jimin’s eyes before grasping his chin and bringing their lips together again. Their tongues tangle in a slow-burning dance that is further stoked by their desperation for release. Both moan into the kiss as they rock together on the countertop, pants and groans filling the kitchen.

“Baby,” Jimin whines, “I need more…please.”

With his voice rumbling out, dripping with desire for the man in his arms, Namjoon pulls away a little, reaching for a drawer by the sink. He hushes Jimin gently as the other man whimpers at the loss of touch. Namjoon quickly steps back into Jimin’s arms with one of the small bottles of lube they keep stashed around their home.

Their lips collide once again, urgency and passion fueling their kiss. Namjoon's fingers grasp the lube bottle, uncapping it with a heated determination before coating his fingertips in the slick substance. Without breaking the kiss, he trails his lubed-up fingers between Jimin's spread legs, causing him to moan and suck on Namjoon's thick lower lip even harder.

Namjoon works a finger with skilled precision inside Jimin, who arches his back and keens in pleasure. Jimin can't help but nip at Namjoon's lip before leaning back on his hands and watching intently as Namjoon expertly stretches him open. Soon, Jimin is laid out on the counter, writhing and moaning uncontrollably as Namjoon drives three fingers deep inside him, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body.

Namjoon's fingers dig deep into Jimin's flesh, eliciting waves of pleasure as he hits that spot inside him. With a final powerful thrust, Namjoon pulls away, leaving Jimin whining in desperate need of more. In a frenzy, Namjoon slicks up his throbbing cock and drags Jimin upright, kissing him deeply.

As their lips collide, Namjoon guides Jimin's hands to grip him tightly as he spreads his legs wide. With a primal growl, Namjoon enters Jimin with force, watching in awe as his husband’s thick cock stretches his tight hole to its limits. Sweat glistens on their foreheads as they both pant heavily from the intense pleasure coursing through their bodies.

With one of Jimin's legs hooked over his strong arm and the other draped across his firm hip, Namjoon thrusts into him with purpose and force. Jimin's body responds eagerly, aching for more of Namjoon's skilled touch. He clings onto his lover, his fingers digging into his back as each powerful thrust hits him in just the right spot. Jimin can feel himself teetering on the edge, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Do you think you can come untouched for me?" Namjoon's deep, raspy voice sends shivers down Jimin's spine, intensifying the pleasure he's already feeling. "Show me how much you want it, baby. Come just like this."

With Namjoon's words urging him on, Jimin lets go and gives in to the intense pleasure building inside of him. His body trembles and quakes as he reaches his peak, unable to hold back any longer under Namjoon's skilled touch. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, reaching new heights of ecstasy together.

Namjoon's fingers dig into Jimin's skin, leaving red marks in their wake as he yanks him closer. Their bodies collide with a force that sends them both tumbling over the edge, cries of pleasure escaping their lips as they reach their peak together. Jimin trembles with each thrust of Namjoon's cock, his insides filled with a thick heat that spreads through his body. Their chests coated with evidence of Jimin’s desire. The sensation is overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he surrenders to the intense pleasure of their love-making.

Breathless and entwined, they take a moment to catch their breath before reality comes crashing back. "We're going to be late," pants Jimin, his chest heaving as he speaks.

Namjoon's hand rubs soothingly along Jimin's hip, the sensation calming him as their lips meet in a final rush of pleasure. With a soft groan, Namjoon pulls out of Jimin, both men feeling sticky and satisfied. Helping Jimin down from the counter, Namjoon rushes him off to the shower, eager to wash away any traces of their passionate encounter.

Returning to the kitchen, Namjoon quickly cleans up their mess with practiced efficiency. Several minutes later, the kitchen is sanitized, and Namjoon joins Jimin in the shower. He takes over washing his husband's body, reveling in their intimate closeness. A gentle smile graces his lips as Jimin returns the favor.

After a thorough cleansing and refreshing shower, the couple steps out of the steamy bathroom to dress for their looming life-changing meeting. The air feels charged with anticipation as they prepare for what lies ahead.

"Ready?" Namjoon asks, extending his hand to Jimin. A smile lights up his face, radiating warmth and assurance.

Jimin’s heart flutters at the sight, and he gladly takes Namjoon's offered hand, intertwining their fingers comfortably. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this, husband."

#bangtanwhq #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts fluff #park jimin #bts ff #bts #kim namjoon #minimoni #established relationship #marriage au #surrogacy

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eoieopda · 1 year

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I’d love a Drabble where namjoon takes me to see the tree lighting in NYC for the first time !! I’m a chubby reader btw!

nothing says christmas quite like mlk day! 🥴

established relationship au; ice-skating; namjoon is cold and you’re a lil clumsy, but wow does he love you.

It’s the kind of cold that shocks his system, standing in the middle of his first Manhattan winter. Namjoon had, of course, seen snow before, but not like this. So perfectly soft, falling like miniature clouds as if he’s standing in the center of a snow globe. None of the Hallmark movies you’d shown him did any of it justice.

And that’s saying something. Thanks to you, he’s seen a lot.

There aren’t adequate words to describe it, but Namjoon would settle for picturesque. Ahead, there’s an eighty-foot tree — a Norwegian spruce, he’d read — weighing fourteen tons. That’s the equivalent of eight cars, he’d told you on the subway trip over. It’s wrapped in eight kilometers’ worth of wire, bearing 50,00 LED bulbs. I feel bad for whoever pays that bill, you’d commented.

Still, Namjoon struggles to believe that anything could light up the way you had when you saw it.

Or the ice rink spread out before it. Or the crowd of people, dressed far more warmly than he was, buzzing nearly as excitedly as you. Or the pairs of ice skates Namjoon presented to you after slipping away without you — in your giddy trance — noticing his absence.

You take it all in with a wide-eyed wonder that heats him from the inside out. A warmth second only to your mitten-clad hands on his stinging bare fingers.

“I can’t make any promises that I’ll remain upright,” you warn him as you follow him onto the ice. You’re clinging to him for dear life as he glides backwards, pulling you gently with him as he goes. “But I can apologize in advance for potentially taking you down with me.”

Namjoon tries not to laugh, but it’s getting harder and harder to do. Your grin is laced with an adorable thread of panic as you wobble — a baby deer on legs you’ve just discovered for the first time — and it doesn’t dissipate as you continue moving.

He has to give you credit, though; you say yes to things that make you nervous — like this — because they make you nervous. That takes a special sort of fearlessness. The fact that you’ve got it in spades is just one of the thousand little things Namjoon loves about you.

There’s a moment where your right skate threatens to slip out from under you, but he grips you tight before that tiny squeal can properly exit your mouth. Your face burrows directly into his woefully thin jacket, where your self-effacing laughter tickles chest.

“You good, sweets?” Namjoon asks with an easy grin spreading over his face. He tilts his head to glance down at you as you glance upwards. He realizes then that he could stand perfectly still on this ice all night, looking at you instead of his surroundings, and the trip would still be worth it.

Pink-cheeked, either from the cold or your embarrassment, you return his smile. You chuckle, “I mean, I’m still upright, aren’t I?”

And even though he doesn’t care for peppermint mocha, the smell of it on your breath might be his new favorite scent. When Namjoon leans down and kisses you, it might be his favorite flavor, too.

“Think you can survive until they light it up?” He peeks at his watch, then he nods towards the tree up ahead, “Only three minutes to go.”

You nod firmly, a newfound determination taking root between the brows you furrow in concentration. “I can do it. Just — just don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

Namjoon presses a cold kiss to your forehead, just underneath your hand-knit hat, and echoes your conviction, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweets.”

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dprtiddiegang · 2 years

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i can only read established relationships au. i crave for consistency and comfort.

#au #established relationship #kim namjoon #matthew kim #changkyun #calum hood #nct johnny #mark tuan

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lilprincegoo · 10 months

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valentine vampire by mwahnamkook

namjoon/jimin/jungkook

Alternate Universe - Vampire, Character Turned Into Vampire, Hurt Jeon Jungkook, Hurt Kim Namjoon, Hurt Park Jimin, Protectiveness, Kissing, Valentine's Day, Death but not really because they become vampires?, Injury, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Panic, Anxiety

8.4k words

rating: M

"What?" Jungkook perks up, because...no. They can't seriously mean what he thinks they do. "We want you to turn us, Jungkookie. Connect us, let us be together," Jimin says, imploring with the puppy dog eyes that he's perfected over their years and years together. Jungkook's thoughts are working almost as fast as his heartbeats and his heaving chest. "Turn you? You mean kill you? Curse you?" Or, When Jungkook gets turned into a vampire against his will, he battles with what it means to crave blood when your two boyfriends are human.

#ship: ot3 #ship: poly #ship: namjikook #namjoon/jimin/jungkook #au: vampires #turning into a vampire #light angst #established relationship #anxiety #jungkook ship #namjoon ship #jimin ship #ao3 #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

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bts-fic-collection · 1 year

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Hiiii! Do you have any fics where one of the characters are asexual, and they struggle with it a little? Just not yoonmin, sope, vmin or taekook, thanks!

I do indeed! :)

Next Stop: You by Kechana

Rating: T

Pairings: Namjoon/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 20,567

Summary: There is a moment when two trains come to a halt right next to each other. It's one of those moments when Namjoon looks up and sees a boy sitting on the train next to his, reading the same book as he is. A coincidence, right? Nothing more. But Namjoon sees the boy again and before they even speak a word to each other, a connection is formed between the two of them, and soon they realise the book isn’t the only thing they have in common.

Safe in your arms by notlastnvm

Rating: T

Pairings: Hoseok/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 20,245

Summary: Hoseok and Jimin have been best friends since they were kids and Hoseok has had a crush on him for just as long. He has kept it as a secret, scared of messing up their friendship if he confesses, waiting for enough clues that his best friend likes him in that way too.

Jimin is now starting university, which means he's leaving their small hometown and moving into Hoseok's apartment in Seoul. However, it also means he will meet tons of cool new people, so maybe it's finally time for Hoseok to speak about his feelings out loud before it's too late.

I’d rather dance with you (and you) as long as you’re here by becharlatan

Rating: T

Pairings: Jungkook/Hoseok/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 3,421

Summary: Jeongguk doesn't understand love but as long as he have both of his hyungs on his side, then he's fine. Love, after all, didn’t always have to meet other people’s dictates. Most of the time it’s a definition only you and the people you love could only create.

broken molds by ggukalaxy

Rating: M

Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 196,993

Summary: “Yoongi-yah,” he repeats, just to feel it on his tongue again.

Yoongi responds with Jeongguk’s own name, the familiar and delicate hint he always says it in. Somehow, he sounds just as tender and intimate as Jeongguk did when he said Yoongi’s name with no formality attached to it.

It makes Jeongguk’s heart throb. But instead of pain or anxiety attached to it, Jeongguk can only feel warmth.

Or: Jeongguk learns how to be.

#ask #namgi #jihope #sopekook #yoonkook #namjoon #yoongi #jimin #hoseok #jungkook #asexual character #strangers to lovers #college au #established relationship #Rating: M #Rating: T

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luciathcv · 2 months

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positive - jjk

summary: you take a test in which the results will completely change your life || warnings: idk reader is pregnant? || genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au || word count: approximately 1100

I sat on the couch, trying my best to be patient and just wait for Jungkook to get home since he was bound to be any minute now. I was stressing and worried because, there was a chance that I could be pregnant.

I’m startled when I hear the sound of the front door unlocking. I glance over at the electronic intercom system on the wall and see Jungkook on the screen of it, opening the door and walking inside. I then look over and see the hallway light turn on.

I get up from the couch and walk down the hall, wanting to get there before my boyfriend took his shoes off. When I got to the end of the hall, I’d gotten there just in time as he was about to start untying his shoelaces.

“Jungkook.” I say and he looks up at me, giving me a small smile.

“Hey, princess.” He greets me.

“Can we go to the store?” I ask.

“Uh, okay. Come on.” Jungkook says without questioning anything at first. He stands up and we walk out of the apartment, going down the elevator and heading to the parking garage.

We get in the car and Jungkook starts it up, backing out of the parking spot. “So, what do you need, princess? Did you finally get your period? Do you need tampons/pads?” He asks as he starts to drive out of the parking garage.

“Well,” I think for a moment, “it’s kind of the opposite. I still haven’t gotten my period and I just, felt like I should get a pregnancy test just to make sure because usually my periods are never a week late.” I tell him.

He takes in what I said for a moment before nodding, “Okay, then let’s go to CVS and get a pregnancy test.” Jungkook says. I look at him, trying to analyze how he was feeling but I honestly couldn't tell.

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off. He unbuckled his seatbelt and I did the same as we got out of the car. We walked into the store and I made my way to the aisle that had the pregnancy tests, plan b, and all of that stuff.

I look at the pregnancy tests and pick out one, getting two of them just to be sure. Jungkook and I go to the counter to pay and I awkwardly hand the tests to the cashier. I mean, we're grown, there was no reason for me to be embarrassed but I was. Jungkook pulls out his card and pays for them.

"Good luck." The cashier says as she hands Jungkook the small bag with the two tests and the receipt.

He just gives her a small smile as he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me away and out of the store. He opens my car door for me and I get inside, buckling my seatbelt before he hands me the small bag and shuts the door, going to the drivers seat.

At first, it's silent as Jungkook starts driving us home but eventually, he breaks the silence. "You know that no matter the result, I'll be here for you." He reassures me.

"I know." I say, nodding.

"I just, if you were pregnant, it's not like we couldn't support the baby. Well, if you wanted to keep the baby. That's your choice, I'm just.. I'm just saying." Jungkook tells me.

"I would.. I would want to keep the baby, if I was pregnant." I shyly respond.

"Oh," is Jungkook's only response. "I would like that." He tells me before connecting his hand with mine that rested in my lap, intertwining our fingers together as he handled the wheel with his other hand.

Truth be told, we were both kind of getting ahead of ourselves. I mean, I hadn't even taken the test yet, it's not like it was definite that I was pregnant. I guess we both kind of had a feeling that, that was the case though but neither of us would say that.

When we arrived at home, I walked over to the bathroom, the small bag in my hand. Jungkook stood in front of me, a little nervous but it wasn't obvious, as he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back for a few moments before we both pulled away and I made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

After I'd peed on the sticks, I'd put them on counter and set a timer on my phone for three minutes. I didn't know this but Jungkook was sat with his back against the door, anxiously waiting for me.

Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life but finally, the timer went off and the results were ready. Jungkook had gotten up off of the floor and stood outside, ready to hear the results. I sighed as I stopped the timer and anxiously checked the tests.

Positive. Both tests were positive. I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

"You okay, baby?" I heard Jungkook ask from outside the door.

I grabbed the tests and walked over to the door, opening it. Jungkook looked into my eyes and without even having to look down, he could tell what the results were just from the way I looked up at him. He looked down anyway, just to make sure that his answer was right, and well, the tests confirmed his thoughts.

I burst into tears, I didn't know why. It was frankly just overwhelming. All of it. Jungkook immediately took the tests from my hand, putting it on the counter again before he engulfed me into a hug. Moments later, Jungkook was also crying. We stayed like that for a while.

Jungkook ended up calming down before me but once I did, Jungkook pulled away a little, still holding me as he comfortingly patted my head.

"How do you feel?" Jungkook asked, just wanting to be there for me.

"Anxious but excited but just.. scared. I'm scared." I tell him.

"I know, princess. I'm scared too." Jungkook tells me. "But it'll be okay, right? We'll work through this, all of this, together." He says and I can't help but smile.

"You're going to be a dad." I softly say.

He smiles back at me, "And you're going to be a mom." He says before leaning down and giving a long and loving kiss on the lips. Although he was scared, he was ready to go through this journey with you and to be there for you. And, well, your future child.

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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I promise last one; I'll stop spamming you.

Because I miss Areum and want her to be nice to Namjoon:

"I like that about you." 🥺

🎉

(banner & line by @awrkive)

Story: after The Lowlander Characters: Namjoon & Areum Word Count: 3423 CW: references to sex & cum, some language, otherwise just pretty fluffy

Areum spread her hands down her shirt before realizing it was no use. The fabric was drenched and stuck to her skin, and only the mat of her long hair shielded her nipples from the transparency of it because she’d stupidly left her vest behind. She’d wanted to wear this new light blue embroidered blouse even though Ama said it was a dumb thing to wear on a hike. She’d wanted to look pretty for Namjoon.

Now she decidedly did not. The elaborate Orlesian hairstyle Mishka had helped her paste together had washed out; her pin-straight hair had looked for any excuse to collapse anyway. Her new skirt clung to her legs and the dye hadn’t been set well so red bled down her ankles like she’d started her period. Probably the skin of her chest and shoulders, carefully buffed and lotioned before she dressed that morning, was blue. Blue tits. Fantastic.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain,” Namjoon grumbled for the nth time as he squatted by the pile of sticks he was trying to light. There wasn’t much in the cave that was dry, but it was dryer than they were. This was the third cave after the first two had been occupied by beasties not interested in vacating for a pair of ratty Avvar. Namjoon had clearly been ready to fight a bear if he had to for the third cave and Areum was beyond relieved it hadn’t come to that. She truly believed he could do it, but she doubted her own ability to clean him up properly afterwards, and she had no interest in helping him haul a bear carcass home. If he couldn’t defeat it in hand-to-hand, he’d rig up some trap for it that would win them the dry space, she was sure of it.

But the cave was empty, and Namjoon succeeded in lighting a small fire that was more smoke than flame.

“Here, sit there. I’ll fan the smoke out,” he insisted, pointing as he stood and fanned the smoke with a book. A book he had brought in his satchel, because they were going to compare some drawings in a cavern that Namjoon and his father had found when he was a boy to those in a book Jungkook and Mishka had sent home from their travels. Jungkook had recognized the drawings and thought Namjoon might be interested.

He was, very much so, but had also made it sound like going to see them could be a romantic thing. Truthfully Areum wasn’t that interested in the cave drawings, or who had done them, or what they meant. The past was the past, it was the present that interested her, namely her present with Namjoon. But she loved the excited glint in his eye when he talked to her about these things, even if she didn’t care about the things themselves, so of course she had agreed when he asked her to come along on a nice little day trip. Ama had packed them the food, with a look in her eye like she thought Namjoon might ask Areum to wed him.

Areum did not think that was the purpose of this trip. She didn’t think they were anywhere near that. Namjoon’s words were pretty but not always in sync with his actions and often Areum suspected he stayed with her only as long as his fondness for her born from a lifetime knowing each other outweighed his interest in any other women around. He did not seem to notice other women much, no matter how blatantly and aggressively they noticed him. Perhaps Areum should be glad of that, as a form of security, that his head was usually in the clouds these days, his nose in a book.

“Is your book ruined?” she asked as she sat where he pointed.

“Uh….” He looked down at the water stained cover and tried to flip through a few pages that stuck together. He cringed and went back to flapping the smoke awake as it started to reach for her. “I’m not going to think about that right now.”

“I’m sorry. Didn’t you check if it was supposed to rain?”

She hadn’t meant it as a criticism –or maybe only a slight one. It was expected you would talk to the Augur before you took a girl on a daytrip, to ask if the gods had sent signs of rain. She hadn’t checked herself because she expected he would.

Which was foolish, because Namjoon’s mind was so big that he missed the obvious things sometimes. She knew that. How many times had she gone to get him because he’d missed their agreed upon meeting, only to find him lost in conversation with an elder as he tried to piece together a detail of a history he couldn’t quite remember which was suddenly very important to him? How many times had she eagerly watched from the sidelines as he sparred with the other men, whacking with an ax that used all his impressive strength to swing, only for him to completely forget to defend himself at all and get a blunted blade tapping him right in the back of his ribs? How many times had she pointed out something lovely in the market she would cherish as a gift, only for him a month later to hand her something completely different –a rock supposedly imbued with Elven magic to cause good dreams, or a plant from the north that sang in the rain (and drove the neighbors insane so that it disappeared one morning), or a Chasind talisman that allegedly could detect poison. As if Areum had a flock of enemies constantly threatening to poison her! And all she’d wanted was a pretty little yellow-stone bangle… not even an expensive one! Since, you know, Namjoon’s ability to barter was reduced because of his forgetfulness, and he accepted very little coin for his pivotal role in the setting up of Yoongi’s new rule. I’m still a skald just in training, he’d say, as if he didn’t have the biggest, sharpest mind with the best memory of them all… just a little blunted for the daily mundane stuff.

“This is like the smoke when I tried to make you that…” he trailed off with a shake of his head, as if realizing he didn’t want to remind her of a failure. The cow ribs were supposed to be special for her birthday, a slice of meat he’d earned on a scouting trip that had taken him away over her birthday even though she’d asked him to stay. He’d been apologetic, and wanted to do something special, but he didn’t know how to cook! And instead of asking for her help he’d tried on his own and smoked himself and his father out of their home for several days. They were inedible.

“You were lucky you didn’t burn your house down,” she snorted.

“I was lucky you didn’t leave me,” he countered. The smoke was winning. Areum coughed and waved her hand in her face. Namjoon sighed, “Come sit over here. It’s not as warm but the smoke isn’t as bad.”

“Why would I leave you for burning meat? It was your own meat to burn.” He wasn’t entirely wrong in the fear though. At the time, she had thought to herself how can I be with a man who is so thoughtless? He’s stubborn! He’s wasteful! He can’t even grill meat! What sort of meatless future can I have?

“You were very angry with me,” he shrugged. He looked hurt. That downcast to his eyes as he took her abandoned seat, but a little closer to where she sat now. He was even wetter than she was; he’d been the one holding a leaf over her in a pathetic and fruitless attempt to keep her dry.

“But not about the meat,” she said, though it had taken her a while to understand it herself. “I was mad that you left for my birthday when I… when I asked you to stay. Jungkook did that to Karmen too,” she quickly added. “I know it was sentimental but it would have been my first birthday to celebrate with you– You daft men are always so oblivious to what women want–”

“I was here for the next one. I’ll be here for all of them now.”

The point settled her instantly as she agreed, “I know.” She had noticed that. She didn’t know until now that it had been intentional, but she had noticed and appreciated it. She hadn’t even had to ask.

“I know my gifts are never exactly what you want but… at least I’m here. For whatever that counts for.”

Her face eased further into a scowl now as she demanded, “Why are you being so cranky? Have I complained about your odd gifts?”

“No…”

“I’m not even complaining about the rain right now even though you should have talked to the Augur before you brought me out here!”

He looked sadder and nodded, “I know. I… forgot.”

“You forget a lot of things about me,” she said. “And about us, even though you remember hundreds of years of our dates and histories and stories–”

“I’m a skald. That’s my responsibility, Areum. I have to pack everything about our people into my mind–”

“So that you can’t leave some space for me?”

“I do leave space for you! I remember your birthday, and the dreams you tell me about in the morning, and the girls who’ve said nasty things to you that hurt your feelings, and the boys who led you on before me. I know which songs you like the most when the singers perform and all the words to them even though I can’t sing them well for you. I am always thinking of you, always, but it doesn’t mean I always know the right thing to say or do to make you happy.”

Areum had not expected this outburst from him. The words tumbled forth, falling into the fire because he wouldn’t look at her, lifting on the smoke and dancing around the ceiling where they hung in a loud silence because Areum didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry I forgot to ask about rain,” he mumbled, and picked up a stick to drag through the dirt. Like a little boy. Big body, big brain, but soft inside. Areum forgot sometimes and let herself be too hard when she brushed against him. She wasn’t proud of it. She knew she struck against him too hard, like a flintstone to steel. It was just the way she was! But he wasn’t steel, he was the warm wood of a tall tree sheltering her on a warm summer afternoon. He wasn’t fire the way the loud bratty warrior men were, and he’d struggled when that was the role he was supposed to fill. This was a much better life for him as skald and counsel of the Thane and she was honored to be with him for it. Truly. He might not be perfect but the truth was she really still thought he was the best man in the Hold and worth the occasional hassle. And too it left her feeling needed because someone had to make sure he and his father were fed and focused. It would certainly keep her busy if he ever asked her to move in with him.

If he ever.

“I should have checked too,” she said, scooting closer under the pretense of being cold. “I know you forget things like that.”

“Ah, that’s not a good reason–”

“Aren’t you my man?” she argued. “I’m your woman, aren’t I? It means we figure things out together.”

“I’m your man, it means I’m supposed to take care of you.” He could never keep a straight face when she said that, I’m your woman, as if he was the one who couldn’t actually believe it had happened after she’d pined after him for her whole life until she was old enough she could convince him to see her as a woman. He smiled now, despite the serious look to his eyes.

“You do.”

“Not well,” he sighed. “I wanted today to be special. Memorable.”

“Well… it is.”

He laughed at that and she did too. She leaned against his arm a little more boldly.

“I know I get carried away. I look too high, too far, and I forget about what’s already here. I work so hard packing other people’s words into my brain that I forget to speak my own.”

“I like that about you, Namjoon. All of it. The odd way your mind works. The odd way you go through life. Maybe not the way you cook,” she admitted with a laugh, earning a self-conscious grin. She slipped her hand around his arm and pressed her face solidly against his shoulder. “You are the only person like you in the world.”

“I’m not that special, Areum.”

“I think you are.” It always left her raw and a little nauseated to say things like this. It didn’t come naturally to her either. Jokes and barbs and teasing were her natural language. She didn’t receive things well either, even though she demanded that sort of thing in theory. It had been an easy excuse to turn her nose up at the boys when she was younger and they proved so incapable of delivering on that anyway. Namjoon said it in his own way, with his gestures and words, and it turned out that was better than anything she’d dreamed of.

“Ah, I’m really not,” he grumbled and unhooked his arm so he could slide it around her and pull her close. He was a bear of a man; she wasn’t that small but he made her feel so, and secure and safe when he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his face to her hair and she felt the kiss. “But I really love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said it. He’d been her man for two years now and he’d said it before. But it wasn’t often, not for either of them, and she wondered if that was a mistake, if they needed to just buck up and get better at saying it, because it felt like her whole body warmed now hearing him say it. It dried the ends of her hair, she was sure of it.

“Do you?” she asked, grinning up at him with a teasing smile, momentarily incapable of thinking of a better response. Her fears that she was just the tagalong, the familiar, his friend’s little sister, warred now with the knowledge that Namjoon would not say it if it wasn't true. Ever. Words were serious to him.

“Damn, I’m not doing any good if you don’t know it’s true,” he sighed.

“You are,” she insisted.

“I thought it would be special today because I could tell you the story of the cave drawings –it’s a love story from Tevene mythology,” he told her. “We didn’t know that. I know you don’t care about cave drawings–”

“I do!”

He gave her a crooked grin and laughed, “You don’t. But you go along and I thought this one might be more interesting because it’s a love story and afterwards I could uh, kiss you and tell you I love you and…” He was scratching the back of his head like he did when he got nervous. “We could have sex in the cave.”

“Namjoon!” she laughed. Maybe for the briefest second there she had thought he was going to say talk about knotted years because her mother had planted the idea, but she was right that it wasn’t on his mind. And, truth be told, she wasn’t quite ready for that either. She just wanted to be sure of his love, that was all. Maybe think about moving in together soon… but there was also the matter of Jimin and Marcus suggesting she could go to Orlais with them… would Namjoon want to go too?

A question for another time. For now she laughed and pinched his ear,

“You’re filthy!”

“No! I just… want you. And I mean today is the day you said… that you seduced me for the first time.” He blurted it out and gave her a look like he expected her to challenge him.

Areum laughed. She laughed hard and kicked her legs because he remembered the day in that brain of his next to all those big important days the Hold had ever had. She tackled him to the ground, demanding, “You shithead! You think I seduced you?!”

“You definitely seduced me.”

“Ya, how long do you think I was trying to seduce you before it finally worked?” she cried, sliding over him so they could pretend she was holding him down.

He chuckled, “Long enough I thought you were just my friend’s little sister with a crush and would move on.”

Sitting on his stomach now, wet skirt tangled around her thighs, she scoffed, “You aren’t the kind of man a girl moves on from.”

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it. I tried. You were so dense for so long!”

He laughed. His face was so handsome like that, the way his cheeks balled up and his lips stretched across his teeth and the corners of his eyes creased.

“But it didn’t work,” she said, a little more softly. “Because I love you too. I wanted you, and I like to get what I want.”

“I’ve noticed that about you.”

“So now, why don’t you tell me the story anyway, and then you can kiss me and tell me you love me, and then maybe we can have sex in this cave. It’ll warm us up anyway; I don’t think that fire’s going to last. I won’t even complain that we don’t have a proper pallet, you can just fuck me on the bare ground.”

He slid her into his lap as he sat up, eyebrows raised, “Yeah? You want to hear the story? I can show you the picture in the book… ah, wait, you just mean to hurry it up,” he suggested. He laughed at himself, “I get carried away.”

“I like that about you. So get carried away about the story, and then get carried away fucking me. Yeah?”

“Yeah. All right, let me see if I can peel the book open, I think the middle pages are still dry…” He didn’t push her off, just reached for the book. “See, the author of the book never came down here but someone else did and gave travel notes about their journey here –ages ago, long before even Antonius…” He continued to talk with her perched in his lap like that, unbothered by their wet clothes, her messy hair, her red legs and blue tits.

In the moment he paused to catch a breath, she murmured, “I really love you too, Joon. I always have and I believe I always will.”

“Yeah, you’re stubborn.”

“So are you. And independent.”

“Think about moving in with me,” he said, surprising her. There was no transition and his tone didn’t change at all. He just said it.

She tilted her head, externally calm despite the way her heart pounded in her chest as she asked carefully, “You want me to?”

“Yeah. It would make my life better so uh, think about it.”

“So I can take care of you every day?” she teased.

“So every day can be an adventure,” he corrected. “Before we even get out of bed.”

“Are you offering to make me cum every morning? Is that what you mean?” She batted her eyelashes at him. He had gotten to be very, very good at that.

“If those are your terms, all right. I meant it to be sweet but sex is sweet too.”

Only Namjoon would say something like that and actually mean something sentimental by it. He really was like no man in the world.

“Hm. I’ll think about it.”

She knew what her answer would be. She suspected he could see it on her face because he smiled too and draped his arm around her back, and kissed her temple, and continued to tell his story as she curled up happily against his shoulder. She was going to seduce him so good as soon as his story was over, on this the anniversary of her first success. Which he remembered, even though she had not.

#namjoon ff #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fluff #bts fantasy au #namjoon established relationship #legends of the red lions #lowlander

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lifeflowingon · 2 years

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SUMMARY: A day in the life... but make it royal.

PAIRING: Namjoon x female reader

GENRE: Established relationship, arranged marriage.

WARNINGS: Smut.

A/N: Namjoon drabble #5

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"What are you doing?"

"Baking some goods for the princess"

"You just got back. Why are you busy already?" he asked, looking at her softly, while she moved around the kitchen palace.

"Honey, it took me a lot to convince my father to let me stay at court. And I've missed so much. I missed the engagement..."

"But, they were engaged for like a year. How could you-?"

"I missed the wedding" she continued, pointedly "I just want to be here Joon" she added, turning on herself and hugging his waist "I also miss you when I'm away".

"Your father is the ambassador and you have to go with him. I understand that".

"Not anymore" she exclaimed cheerfully "I convinced him and I'm staying"

"What? Really?!"

"Where do you want to place the tarts milady?"

"On the basket, please darling, thank you" she answered to her maid "I want to gift all of that to the future queen. I'm so excited" she added, while carefully helping the maid place the freshly made desserts "I don't know her but I already like her".

"Dear..."

"Shush Joon, she is from another country and not only that makes us more powerful but she is so lovely! I also wish you could have gone with me when I went there with my father. The country is so so beautiful!"

"You know I have to stay here, since I'm the royal advisor".

"Nonsense" she moved her hand around, to point it out how absurd it was "There is no war and not immediate trouble. You could have gone with us.

But enough about it, I just wanna meet her."

"And you will, eventually" She smirked at his comment.

"Milady why don't you take a bath before meeting the princess? I'll have the room and the basket ready for you".

"Mmm what do you say Joon?" She whispered mischievously "Want to take a bath with me?"

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In the privacy of the room, her muffled moans could be heard over the ripple of water.

"Joon" she whined, scratching his wrists to let him know he needed to help her move her hips faster.

His lips were on her chest, on her neck and on her lips, silencing her sounds.

After the maid has taken off her clothes and started bathing her, she had lost confidence that her fiancé was going to show up to take a bath with her. But she had been wrong.

After discovering him looking at her from the doorway, she had smiled lustfully. Her body trembling in anticipation, while he took off his glasses and jacket.

"Darling" she called at her maid "Can you leave us? Joon is going to help me finish the bath".

"Sure milady. Let me know when you want to get dressed".

While the maid left her room, he walked over her and helped her wash the soap away.

"I'm glad you are back" he said.

"Me too love, I've missed you so much. You know I hate going away from here".

He kissed the skin over her heart and she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Join me before the water gets cold. I need you".

Nodding, he leaned back and started stripping himself.

Now, she was on top of him, gasping while she closed her eyes and the pleasure flashed through her body.

"R-Right there! Right there Joon!" She moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm course through her, locking her muscles in place. Hugging her tight, he kept moving until he completed himself inside of her. Having the impression to be in another plane, she felt his lips leave ghost kisses on her face and neck.

"I lied to you" she mumbled, spread on top of him.

"About what?"

"I convinced my father about staying here, because I said I wanted to marry you already"

"Really?"

"Yes. Are you mad?"

"Of course not dear" he tenderly mumbled, as he caressed her back.

"Good. I just thought, why wait? We can just get married now and I won't have to go away ever again.

Smiling, he touched her face delicately and put some of her messy hair behind her ear.

"Nothing will make me happier".

"Great!" she exclaimed excitedly "I'll start with the preparations, you won't have to worry about anything. But first things first, I must know the princess already. I want her to be my maid of honor".

"Honey, you are not a friend of the princess".

"Yet darling, yet".

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Hope you like it :)

(And absolutely inspired by Wicked c14 by @adonis-koo )

#au #bts au #bts #kim namjoon #rm #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #royal #arranged marriage #established relationship #masterlist #drabble #ff #btsfanfic #lifeflowingon

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ki-yomii · 3 months

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down on you | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, hair pulling, standing missionary, rough sex, porn w/ plot, mafia!jk, detective!reader, established relationship, mild angst, mild violence ➥ summary | It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all. ➥ notes | the mafia!jk au no one asked for aka an excuse to write smut w/ feeling lol.

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On his knees staring down the barrel of a loaded gun with a mouthful of blood, he knows this is the end of the line. He’s going to die like a rat in the gutter - no mercy to be found, loopholes to exploit or bribes to be made.

This is the real deal, and there’s no coming back.

Judgement Day comes in the form of a man with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk: Golden, the deadliest guard dog of the underground.

Credited with dozens of hits, you won’t know he’s there until it’s too late. Trying to keep him pinned is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, or a whisper on the wind.

And you won’t know he’s coming until you feel the breath on the back of your neck, hear the crack of a bullet ringing in your ears.

Belonging to one of the most powerful men in the world: Kim Namjoon, he’s more war machine than man.

“Go ahead, do it!” He spits at Golden’s feet, a mess of blood and drool staining the crisp leather of his combat boots. “Killing me won’t change a goddamn thing.”

A coy smile tugs at Golden’s mouth, his grin all sharp teeth and violence. He stays where he stands, his silhouette haloed by distant streetlights.

Water laps at the docks, the tang of salt heavy in the mid-summer Seoul air. There’s no rush; they both know he’ll be dead and dumped just like all the rest of the garbage in this rotting city.

“Come on, you prick! Pull the fucking trigger already.”

Golden cocks his head, and hums in the back of his throat.

“Tch! I hope you’ve got a lot of bullets - we’re gonna knock the crown off Kim’s head one way or another.”

Golden thumbs at the safety of his gun, the barrel glinting through the shadows. “Ahh, is that what you think?” He shrugs, a lazy ripple of muscle. “Well, I have to say: I’d love to see you try.”

The night is shattered by the resounding crack of a gunshot and an echoing splash of something heavy dropping into the water below.

You climb out of the nondescript government-issue car. The faintest tremble of your fingers nearly gives you away but you’re able to reign in the impulse to smooth your hands over your clothes at the last second.

Showing weakness is the last thing you need to be doing right now.

Especially here.

Right in front of where you’ve parked - shoved between two looming apartment complexes - sits a quaint, vintage building. The rough brick face is at odds with the sleek surroundings, but tinted windows keep prying eyes at bay while the classy signing hanging above the door reads The Red Bullet written in caps.

If you didn’t know better, it would be hard to believe this otherwise mundane storefront is a cover for one of the most dangerous international organizations based out of South Korea.

Not only do they hold the keys to the kingdom, but their success is largely in part because they spearhead operations from government espionage all the way to simple blackmail.

Even though it’s been several months since you darkened its doorstep, the familiar sight is enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Send your heart galloping into a tailspin as your stomach swoops.

While time away helped clear your head of stolen kisses and promises whispered in dark rooms, it also drove the longing bone deep.

In those quiet moments to yourself, when you have nothing else to distract from how lonely you are, you miss this place like one misses a limb.

You didn’t realize how attached you were to these four walls until it was too late: the hazy air filled with whorls of smoke, the overhead lights that bathe everything in red, the plush chairs you spent many nights sprawled across, the glossy black stages.

You don’t know how, you don’t know when but at some point it (he) started feeling like home. A luxury you can’t afford. Not again. After all, if you give in, any progress you made outside of his gravitational pull will be for naught.

Which puts you in a dangerous position as you find yourself back where it began; feelings at war with duty, mind vs heart. Because even if it leads you to a place you could go a million years without ever seeing again, you have to follow the trail of bodies.

A bouncer grants you access, the heavy door slamming shut behind you like a death knell as he herds you towards the back of the club.

It’s outside of official operating hours but it’s no less busy inside, men and women alike in scattered conversation as you pass through.

“It’s nice to see you again,” the bouncer murmurs, chancing a quick glance at your profile. “Been a while.”

You swallow, gaze darting down to your shoes. “Ah - yeah… Got busy with work. It’s - it’s nice to see you too.”

The small talk fizzles out, a snuffed candle as you arrive at a cordoned off room, “Here we are. Mr Kim is already expecting you.”

Any further pleasantries grow stale on your tongue as you enter the private booth, fighting against the lump in your throat to manage a hoarse ‘thank you’.

And then you find yourself left alone with the man himself, Kim Namjoon. He’s as intimidating as you remember, lounging back into the leather booth with his ankles crossed.

A lukewarm smile stretches across his lips, the slightest hint of a dimple peeking out from the valley of his cheek. Standing at attention on either side of his reposing form are two massive bodyguards. Their hands rest on the butts of their guns, daring any who enter to try and make a move.

“It’s good to see you again. But I gotta ask - what’s the occasion, Detective?�� Namjoon hums. “I thought we were past all this.” He waves a nebulous hand between your bodies. “After all, you’re practically family.”

You ignore the hidden barb with a wince. “Mr Kim, you know why I’m here.”

“I used to know why a long time ago.” A well-groomed brow raises, his gaze glacial as it spears you in place. “But now I’m not so sure.”

“Please, Mr Kim. I don’t want to make this more difficult than it is. I just need to know about the man they fished out of the harbor, and then I’ll be on my way. So… who was he?”

Namjoon scoffs. “What makes you think I know more than the police?”

There’s a flash of a smirk, barely noticed, before his face returns to its neutral expression. As calm and cool as a placid river. “A john’s a john. What I do want to know is why you care so much?”

The underlying question is clear; why are you really here?

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss such matters with civillians.”

“Oh? So I’m a civilian now.” His expression is not unlike the cat that caught the canary: vicious and delighting in the discomfort his evasions are causing. “Gotta say that’s a new one for me.”

Sighing in defeat, you say, “Alright, enough. I get it. I’m wasting my time with you. Let me ask this instead: where is he?”

“He doesn’t know any more about this than I do,” he says, waving a blase hand towards a door off to the left, “But if you insist, you can find him in the office. Oh, and Detective?”

“...Yes?”

“Take your time, I’ll be out on business all afternoon.”

With a curt nod, you flee the room amid low-throated chuckles and enter the office. Standing near the desk, his broad back turned towards the door, you find the man you simultaneously want to see the most and run from the fastest.

He turns around, the muscles of his back rippling with the movement. Your breath stutters in your chest, and you nearly swallow your tongue as your eyes trace over the cut of his body.

The moment your eyes meet, those many months spent cultivating time and distance turn to ash. You forgot how even the mere sight of him affects you, any resistance to his many charms virtually nonexistent as the world falls away.

Rich, coffee dark; his gaze sucks you in until it’s all you can do not to reach out, to brush your fingers over his edges and feel them soften beneath your palms.

Rocking back on your heels, you clear your throat and glance to the side as you remain standing in the entryway, more than a little off-kilter.

Coming back after so long apart, only to find him the same as the day you left… How do you reconcile everything that’s changed with everything that was?

“Well, hello there.” Jungkook croons, leaning his hip against the corner of the desk with a roll of his shoulders. His arms cross over the trunk of his chest, accentuating the bulk of his chest, the flex of inked bicep. “Long time no see.”

Shifting, you gulp. “Ah - yeah…”

The burn of his gaze - a palpable sensation prickling across your skin - tracks a path from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he gives you a thorough once-over.

“You’re looking good,” Jungkook hums in approval, “real good. I’ve missed those pretty eyes of yours.”

“You - you too.”

Your attention doesn’t know where to settle: drifting from the curve of his shoulders to the jut of his bloody knuckles, the tuck of his trim hips to the thick-soled combat boots.

Tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand on end, and your palms slick with sweat.

“I mean, you look… y’know, uh, good too.”

A flash of a crooked smirk, the raising of a pierced brow gets your blood pumping, your heart tattooing a rhythm against your ribs. Emboldens you to reach back with shaky fingers to turn the lock. The sound grates down your spine, bolts of anticipation slicing through you.

It was dumb to think coming here, seeing him again, would end any other way than his taste on your tongue and his cock in your cunt. Hope makes fools of us all.

Should’ve known better but you’d been hopeful those days were long behind you. Now you realize it was inevitable.

After all, Jungkook is magnetic.

The black hole at the center of your universe, consuming everything in its path until he’s what remains in your head, your heart. You’re helpless, ceaselessly drawn to him like a moth to flame.

And try as you might, you can’t say no to a face like that.

Never could, in fact.

Failure to extract yourself from his orbit during your not-relationship is nothing new. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it difficult.

After all, you still have some dignity intact.

So try, try, try again.

“Ahem.” You try to banish the heat from your cheeks, guiding the conversation into the correct territory. “I’m not here on a-a social call, Jeon. I need to know: were you the one that killed and dumped the john in the harbor?”

Stalking closer, a lazy jungle cat on the prowl, Jungkook crosses the distance between you. He only stops once your bodies brush with every labored inhale. Heat radiates from him, and you’re achingly aware of every point of contact.

The light scent of his cologne teases your nose, and his eyes - god, his eyes. They’re shaded and hungry, devouring your expression with single-minded possessiveness.

“What makes you think I know anything about that?”

“Jeon -- Jungkook.”

He hums.

Your heart thrums, pulse rushing hard through your head until you feel faint, blood surging the longer you stay in close contact. The shameful clench of your cunt makes your cheeks burn all the brighter.

The last time you were looking up at him like this, his hand was on your jaw while his cock thrust balls deep.

“C’mon, you know that isn’t going to work. This is me you’re talking to, not some rookie.”

“Mm,” he purrs, “it is you I’m talking to, isn’t it?”

You manage to bite back the groan but can’t stop your eyes from rolling even if there’s the slightest hint of a stutter when you reply, “Please, I just need to know if you killed him.”

Jungkook looms tall and proud, crowding closer. “And if I did, baby?” he asks.

Instinctively you back up, only to be followed step by step. A game of cat and mouse that finds you pinned against the wall before long. With nowhere to run, you watch, heart in your throat, as Jungkook dips his dark head.

His nose runs along the length of your neck, breath puffing across your sensitive skin as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.

“I - I…”

“Would you see me in handcuffs?” His lips caress the underside of your jaw, a soft groan escaping him. “… C’mon, answer me. Would you?”

“I would - if I had to.”

As much as you wish that was true, you know in your heart of heart's you would do everything in your power to make sure that never happens.

No matter how much you like to think you’d do the right thing when push comes to shove, you’d choose him a thousand times over.

His eyes dance playfully. “Careful, I might like it.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” you say with a snort.

Jungkook chuckles low and warm, using the arm around your waist to tug you into the safety of his body. The softness of your breasts presses into the hard planes of his chest, your nipples pebbling through the thin cotton shirt you wear.

With a deep-throated groan, his hands encircle the curves of your hips as a thickly muscled thigh slots between yours.

An answering quiet sigh gets his blood pumping and his cock twitching.

“Mm, something tells me you’d enjoy it just as much, Detective.”

The use of your title is a rude awakening.

“Jungkook,” You warn, moving to push him away. Only once you start touching him, you can’t stop. His muscles flex beneath your curious fingertips. “We really shouldn’t.”

You’re sure if he could, Jungkook would spend days worshipping between your thighs, velvet heat wrapped around his tongue and hands in his hair as he brings you to peak again and again until you’re a sobbing, sopping, boneless mess beneath him.

“Come on, I know you want me - that you’ve missed me. I can see it in your eyes.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, tongue flickering out for a brief taste before a rough thumb skates across your bottom lip, tugging down to expose your teeth, the glitter of your tongue as it darts out to flick over the pad of his finger..

“I’ve certainly missed you, baby. Want me to show you?”

Even though you refuse to admit anything out loud, you can’t help but angle your throat back and grind into his hips pressed against yours.

Jungkook tsks, “That’s alright. I’ll get that pretty mouth open one way or another.”

Before you can retort, a mouth swoops down to fuse with yours in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. A low, broken moan punches from your chest.

Reaching up, your fingers sink into the mane of dark hair that brushes the cut of Jungkook’s jaw. Soft, thick, and wavy in your grip; you tug at the roots.

Jungkook hisses.

Teeth nip at your lip, kittenish licks soothing away the string as blood bursts across your tongues. The thigh shoved between yours grinds up with every wet, sloppy pass of your lips.

Thick muscle spreads your pussy open through the thin slacks of your work uniform. Sparks of pleasure dance down your spine with every rock against your swollen clit.

“S-Shit!” Your shoulders curl in, a shudder jerking through you. “K-Kook, I… !”

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Jungkook growls, rutting his cock against the jut of your hip. The wet patch you’re making on his jeans grows larger with every filthy grind. “You’ve been gone too fucking long. Never again, you hear me?”

You claw at his shoulders, stuttering out, “there’s noth-ing you can do t’stop me.”

“If you don’t come back to me,” his eyes are dark and stormy, voice whiskey rough, “I’ll find you.”

It’s not a threat - it’s a promise.

“Then make sure I never want to leave,” you challenge breathlessly, staring into his blown out pupils, “Make me want to stay.”

Above all else, you think.

The words are barely past your lips when Jungkook accepts your challenge with gusto (just like you knew he would). Without delay, he thumbs open the button on your pants.

Refusing to let you look away, Jungkook yanks them to your feet and swings you up into his arms one-handed. They hang from your ankle like a chain.

Your surprised squeak is quickly swallowed up by a moan when he settles you over the bulge in his pants, your cunt hovering over his erection.

The heat of his skin sinks through the thin cotton of your panties, so, so close to where you need him. Slick soaks into the fabric, and clings to your inner thighs.

Every shift is a smooth, sticky glide of folds that stirs, and stokes the ember of desire smoldering behind your navel.

“Kook,” you breathe. “Please.”

Your head rolls back, and you sag into his chest. Your hips twitch in pathetic little attempts, trying to get pressure where you need it. Having him hot and hard and all for you; any distance between you is suddenly unbearable.

He needs to spread you wide and stuff you full with every inch of his thick cock until he’s so deep you won’t be able to walk for days.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you what you want,” he says, gaze heavy and possessive. “I’m gonna ruin you so good, you’ll have no choice but to come back. You’re mine.”

“Says who?”

“Hmm. You don’t think you are?”

Nibbling on your ear, Jungkook slips a finger under the hem of your panties. He smirks when you keen, rubbing his knuckle up and down your sloppy folds with teasing pressure.

“How about I show you what your body already knows?”

Wasting no time, he lifts you off his cock, the scrap of cloth fluttering to the ground. His free hand dives between your bodies. Then comes the clink of a belt, the sound of a zipper pulling down.

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, your body coiled with anticipation as your stomach swoops at the brush of his fingers along the underside of your thigh.

“Look so pretty like this, baby.” Jungkook twists his wrist, hips arching back. “And it’s all for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside this pretty pussy.”

Any response dies on your tongue, brain short-circuiting as the slick, fat cockhead rubs along your slit. Pressing against your entrance the slightest bit before slipping up to nudge at your clit - coating himself up in your sticky juices.

The ultimate tease - something Jungkook’s always been overly fond of doing until you’re out of your mind with desperation.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, cheeks on fire and eyes half-lidded as you circle your hips. “Stop playing around. I want it - want you, Kook.”

“Oh, baby,” he smiles, ducking down to kiss your forehead. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

You can’t stifle the broken sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Liquid fire surges through your veins, a thousand bolts of lightening crackling beneath the surface of your skin. Your pussy is tender, swollen. Walls fluttering in time with your heartbeat.

“Ha, you’re so needy for me.”

Jungkook’s lips brush away the moisture around your eyes, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the base of your spine. All the while, his torturous grinding never ceases.

“Aren’t you?”

You croak, “I can’t – Kook, please. Anything, I’ll do anything you want just fuck me.”

The flash of his eyes is your only warning before he’s right there, your walls embracing the girth of his erection inch by inch. Every ridge, every jerk as he seats himself as deep inside your silken heat as he can is absolute heaven.

The stretch as you take him to the hilt sends you careening towards the edge, eyes rolling back and toes curling in your shoes.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” you whimper.

“Shit!” Jungkook grits his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock as you tighten around him. With every deep inhale, his pelvis brushes your swollen, needy clit. “Forgot how good you feel wrapped around my dick, baby.”

“Me too,” You gasp, tightening your legs around Jungkook’s hips.”Me too, Kook.”

Dropping his forehead to yours, he says gruffly, “‘m not gonna last long.”

Making a noise of acknowledgement, you wiggle your hips. Sinking your teeth into the side of Jungkook’s jaw, you bite and suck at his skin, wanting to leave a mark to remember you by. His reaction is instantaneous, releasing the grip on his shaft to grab a fist full of hair.

He yanks back.

The long, elegant line of your throat is exposed to his butterfly kisses and scolding love bites.

“Now you’ve really asked for it,” Jungkook huffs out with a dirty chuckle.

“Then give it to me.” You lick your puffy lips, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “Show me who I belong to.”

The brewing hurricane in his eyes is unleashed. Wide palms and strong fingers grip your hips so tight you feel bones grind together. His stance widens, his unwavering gaze locking onto your face, brow pinched, and mouth slack.

His lip piercing glints in the light, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip. Dark curls tussle about his head, a wild halo that sweeps down into the burning umber of his eyes.

Helpless, you succumb - enchanted by the darkness peering at you from behind those dangerous eyes. He’s ethereal; a siren song that threatens to drown you, swallow you whole.

You’d happily let him, you realize with a shiver.

It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all.

“Hold on tight,” Jungkook says, hooking his hands under your bottom.

And then, he’s jackhammering into your cunt so hard and fast all you can do is hold on for the ride. Punch drunk and moaning as he manhandles you how he likes, spreads you wide and stuffs you full until you’re panting for breath and clinging to sanity by your fingernails.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Look how well your pretty pussy always takes my fat cock.”

His low voice whispering filthy praises in your ear makes you whimper, whine, and writhe as the band of pleasure coiling tight in your belly comes close to snapping. It’s the fastest he’s ever fucked an orgasm out of you, and it feels so good you don’t even care.

The pace is brutal, slamming into you so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips come morning. But it’ll be so fucking worth it. You’re going to cum hard and long, you just know it.

About to melt as Jungkook fucks the slick out of you, groaning as you drip down the base of his cock, his balls - his very own pretty little mess.

“Yeah, you gonna cum, baby?” he laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to the side of your face. “Can feel how - haaah shit - how tight you’re squeezing me.”

“Uh-huh,” you cry, holding onto the tops of his wide shoulders. Every thrust has his cockhead dragging over the spongy patch of your g-spot, sending fissions of pleasure rocketing through your nervous system. “So - so close, baby. Just a little more, I--”

Balancing yourself, you lift up only to slam back down, meeting Jungkook’s thrust with all the force of gravity. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Crashing over you like a tsunami, your orgasm shoots through your limbs and zips down your spine. A warm rush of cum soaks Jungkook’s shaft, the wet and messy sound of your squirt splashing against the floor secondary to the cry that claws its way out of your throat.

“K-Kook!”

Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he helps you keep bouncing up and down on his erection. “Yeah, that’s it - keep going, baby. Wanna feel you keep cumming all over this cock.”

Aftershocks slice through you like lightning, tiny jolts of electricity. As you come down from your high, your gummy walls pulse, milking at Jungkook’s thick shaft.

He groans softly whenever your muscles tense, release; your body a worn-out rubber band as your breath stutters from you.

Then a hand pets down your flank, your skin shivering with hypersensitivity at the tender touch. “S’okay. Just breathe, baby.”

Peeling open your heavy eyes, you look up at his face. Take in the crinkle of his brow and the ravenous expression. Even floating on a sea of bliss, white noise fills your ears, you want more.

You slur, determined, “Kook, baby, please. Cum in me, want you s’bad.”

“Fuck! Can’t just say shit like that to me or I…” Jungkook bites down onto the tender crook of your neck, muffling his grunts in your flesh. “Shit - ’m so --”

You cry out, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders, “A-haah, K-Kook!”

Snapping his hips forward one last time, Jungkook grinds as deep as he can get and lets go. The fat head of his cock kisses your cervix, his length throbbing in time with his heartbeat as a rush of cum floods your insides.

“Yeah, just like that,” he grunts, rutting once - twice into the cradle of your body, “take it like a good girl.”

He croons when you whine at the press of his pelvis against your oversensitive clit. Thready sparks of pain shoot down your legs that hang limply over his forearms. Every breath stutters from your lungs, slow and deep.

“No more, can’t - can’t…” Shifting, you arch your spine and burrow your head into his chest, nearly catatonic in his arms. “S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fingers brush over your closed eyelids, smoothing over the arch of your brow. With every kiss dropped to the top of your head, he mumbles in dulcet tones, “I really have missed you, you know.”

You mewl in response as strong fingers knead the backs of your thighs.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

“Oh,” you can’t muster up enough energy to say anything more, body tender and trembling with little aftershocks, “s’that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He chuckles. “You’re staying here - right where I want you.”

In lieu of a response, you pick your head up off the pillow of his chest and seek out his gaze. Liquid soft; he’s looking at you like you hung the world on a string.

“I’ve missed you too, Kook,” you say with a gentle smile.

You’ll allow yourself this moment of weakness when there’s no space between your bodies or hearts. Titles don’t matter much when he’s cradling you to his chest like a piece of precious china.

Between the two of us, you’re the one who hung the moon and stars, you think while combing back his sweaty bangs.

And I think I love you, you whisper voiceless against his lips.

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