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All Grown Up ~ JJK | 11

✨ title: all grown up | series ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

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✨ chapter 11 ~ what are we doing? | wc: 1.7k

A full day out with Yuna, and you couldn't look at any more wedding dresses. They were all starting to look the same, just white poofs of tulle. Now that she was going through planning her wedding, a part of you was glad you weren't anymore. You weren't sure what you thought when you said yes to U-jin. Maybe it was just something you were 'supposed' to do, something you do after being together for a long time.

When you got home and immediately called Hyunie. "I fucked up." Not even a hello, just straight to the point. It was excruciating hanging out with Yuna, trying not to let it slip that you fucked her little brother. Your whole body would heat up in flames whenever he was mentioned in a conversation.

"What did you do this time?" She let out a deep sigh. She knew she needed to sit down for this because it was going to be a doozy.

"I..maybe, kind of, sort of, slept with Jungkook." You said with hesitation before burying your head into your pillow. Now that some time had passed, you realized how stupid you were for letting it happen. You didn't really think about the consequences. Your pussy made all the decisions for you. But the sex was amazing and too good to pass up.

"YAH! What do you mean kind of, sort of? Dicks don't just accidentally slip in," she said with a magnified voice.

"I know! I know! Please don't yell at me! I already feel horrible." Thankfully you weren't doing this in person, you know she'd be throwing things at you too.

Hyunie sighed again. "Okay, fine. I'll save the lecture. So, what are you going to do?"

"I should tell Yuna, shouldn't I?" Were you ready for the wrath of your best friend? To be honest, no, but you needed to put on your big girl panties and be an adult, and just tell your best friend the truth.

"Well, no shit Sherlock...but have you talked to Jungkook about it?"

You were so busy with Yuna that you didn't even have time to text Jungkook. "Not yet. I haven't had any time today." It was hard to get the night before and this morning out of your head. You shuddered thinking about his lips on yours, his touch, his stupid fingers, his stupid smirk, that cocky smirk when he was thrusting into you. Ugh, this whole thing's too confusing.

"I guess talk to him and see what he wants."

"Pray for me," you groaned.

"Praying will not save you from the wrath of your best friend."

Even Hyunie didn't believe that Yuna wouldn't go ape shit when she found out the truth about you and Jungkook. There was no way this would turn out well.

That same night, you asked Jungkook if you could talk to him, so he suggested you go over and you guys could order in. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his apartment. His place was charming and modern, just big enough for him. There was a spacious kitchen, overlooking the dining area and living room, and upstairs led to his loft bedroom.

"Someone's excited." You commented, as his face couldn't hide his excitement of having you at his place and this time you were more than just his 'Noona'. Possible fling, fuck-buddy, girlfriend? You supposed you'd find out soon enough.

"Excited you're here. I didn't know what you were craving, so I may have ordered too much."

You chuckled, looking at the spread of food on the counter. There were three different restaurant bags. "Yeah that is a lot of food."

He began to unpack the food, laying it out on the counter. "So, what did you want to talk about? You seemed really anxious on the phone."

Because you were. You were overthinking every possible detail, every possible scenario about how this whole thing could turn out, and you always came to the same conclusion - that it wouldn't turn out well for anyone. "I'm just going to get straight to the point..." You paused for a moment. "What are we doing?"

"We're eating," he said while stuffing his mouth with a piece of fried chicken.

You didn't have an appetite right now, your stomach was in knots all day thinking about this conversation. "Jungkook. I'm serious. Are we together? Messing around? Am I just a fuck buddy? Because I don't want to lie to Yuna. She's my best friend and it's different for you, because she's your sister and she'll forgive you because she's stuck with you, but she can kick me to the curb for all I know–"

"Noona–" He could tell you were getting worked up, so he put down his food, giving you his full attention. "What do you want us to be?"

That was difficult to answer, to be honest, there was no good answer. He was your best friend's little brother, a boy you've known your whole life. He wasn't supposed to be more than that. "Well...I know I like you but I also know that I'm a lot older than you, nine years to be exact, and that we're probably in different places in terms of what we may want for the future. I guess there's also a fear of our families not approving of our relationship, especially my mom."

"Your mom loves me," he grinned.

"I know, but that's because she's known you forever. She's only known you as baby Jungkookie, not Jungkook, my boyfriend."

"I like that, Jungkook, the boyfriend."

"Jungkook...I'm having a crisis here," you said as you buried your face in your hands.

"Sorry. Okay, yes. Me, you, what are we?" He took a moment to think about it. "I like you and I think you're beautiful and extremely cute at the same time. I know I love waking up to you in the morning and I don't care what other people think, as long as we're happy."

You groaned at his answer. "That's easier said than done. What about Yuna?" For sure, you knew Yuna would flip out. There was no way she'd be down for you and her baby brother getting together.

Jungkook shrugged. "What about her? You don't think she'll be happy about us?"

"Not if we keep sneaking around like this. You have no idea how hard it was to be with her all day and I had to make sure I didn't let anything slip."

"You don't like sneaking around?" he asked, giving you a shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes. Frankly, you've never done a casual type of situation, you were never that type of person. "It feels wrong, like I'm doing something I'm not supposed to."

He came around to give you a back hug, and nestled his chin on your shoulder, and you leaned into him. "I'll do whatever you want to do. How about that?" He gave you kitten kisses on your shoulders, moving your hair out of the way, so he could make his way to your neck. A little whine left your lips as he gripped his hands tighter around your waist.

“I could eat you instead.” You turned around and playfully smacked him in the arm as he softly laughed. “What? You didn't like this morning?”

“I didn't say that...but our relationship should be more than just sex.” Again, you didn’t do ‘casual relationships’. If this was going to happen, then you wanted more than just that. At least that's what you think you wanted.

“Boo,” he teased playfully.

“I'm leaving,” you whined, starting to walk away from him. You were having a literal crisis at hand, and you couldn't understand how he could joke at a time like this. The fate of your friendship was at stake here.

His bunny smile made an appearance along with his dimples. “You're so cute when you're mad.”

“Kook...." whining again, practically having a meltdown in his kitchen. There might as well have been an angry storm cloud following you at this point. It was shitstorm after shitstorm for you.

He held out his hand. “C'mere.” You took his hand and he pulled you into him. “Can we just keep 'us' a secret for a little while? I like having you all to myself without worrying about Yuna, your mom, and what everything thinks about us.”

Of course the thought of that sounded nice, but was it realistic? “Jungkook…”

“Just for a week or two. I just want you all to myself for a little bit.”

A week or two? You didn't know if you could keep a secret like this for very long. It would be eating you alive at every waking moment. Everything in you was flashing red, telling you it wasn't right, that it would somehow come back to bite you in the ass. You didn't agree but you also didn't disagree with what he suggested.

The two of you spent the evening hanging out and talking. You sat in his lap as he showed you a new game he was developing at work.

“This is an FPS.”

“FPS? You gotta explain this terminology to me. I'm an old lady, remember?”

He chuckled at your innocence. “First person shooter.”

“Okay, got it. Keep going.”

He continued geeking out and becoming giddy when he talked about his work. You thought it was endearing. You grabbed your phone to check the time but it was dead. You asked Jungkook for the time, he said it was 10:30PM. It was late and you had an early morning at work the next day in the writing room. You decided it was time to go and call it a night.

“You could stay.” He suggested with a pout, knowing full well that you weren't even prepared to stay over - no extra clothes, toothbrush, etc.

You chuckled at his effort in convincing you to stay. “It sounds very tempting, but I shouldn't. Maybe next time.”

"Oh--so there's gonna be a next time?"

You rolled your eyes at the cute but annoying man. "I mean I can go and never come back."

"No, no, no...don't do that." He grumbled as he took your hand in his and led you to the door, making you back up against it. His hands gripped your waist and your arms swung around his neck to bring him in for a kiss. You gently bit down on his bottom lip as you pulled away.

“Please don't go,” he whined.

You laughed. “I see I did my job in making you want more, so it's time to go.”

He continued whining as he opened the door for you. He cupped your face, peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled, telling him to stop so you could leave.

"What in the actual fuck is going on?" Yuna exclaimed, dropping the bag in her hand.

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Out Of The Woods (3/?)

This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing and @hoodoo12 who continues to inspire me all the time. Please check out the wonderful art done by @ravenousscorpian for two scenes out of the second chapter of this fic (Her art found here)

References to the woman in Ricks journal is from my fic What You Found Amongst The Pages. I know, that was shameless self promotion. There are a lot of questions that I wanted to answer in you'd chapter, but for the sake of editing had to put it in the next. I'll work on it right as soon as this is posted. Thanks for everyone's continued support. 😘😘😘😘😘😘

If you haven't read part 1 or part2, then heres a link (Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2)

In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.

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Chapter 3: Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner

Whatever redeeming qualities the room held in the previous happy hours were gone, and now even the remnant, lingering daydreams were falling away. With every hour you comprehended the severity of your assumptions and what the consequences were if you decided that enough was enough. Honestly, you didn't want to lose him because Zeta-7 was the light of your life; he expanded your universe and had helped you become a better person, but you could still carry on if you needed to. You had the means, your work, and an ever growing list of books to read, but was it enough, now that you had gotten a taste of the good life? Probably not.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Concerning the current situation, and all which led up to it; if you considered everything which included your existence, life till now, and all he had ever done, then there was no mistaking that he loved you; or had; at least thought he did, but it didn't change the truth of the matter; you hadn't been the first. A few hours had given you time to weep until you thought you had no tears left to cry, but there was still a thick fog over your thoughts and rationality; any shift of emotion being too much to bear. You curled into yourself, aching, hoping you'd disappear, but it didn't work; you were still here; stuck. Being at a disadvantage, not knowing how to get home and neither having a way to get there if you could was frustrating.

Who knows how long you'd been down here, despairing, wallowing in memories and dust, but you were tired, thirsty, and knew that if you didn't move he'd have trouble finding you, and yet you didn't care; let him find you; let him work for it. Though, how would that make it any better? All it would do is succeed in upsetting him before you knew all the facts. You hated this. Father always said hate was a strong word that shouldn't be taken for granted; you rarely had reason to feel as such, but the more you gleaned from those photos and the more proof you found of her presence about the place made you feel hateful and bitter.

Thinking of her smiling at him, receiving every bit of his loving-kindness and inviting demeanor animated by unaffected good-will; his general countenance and becoming familiar with a fresher-faced creature of your dreams; holding him; touching him; loving him. Oh God no, you thought, groaning into a handmade pillow. What was worse was that you couldn't dissuade the thought of her mysterious silhouette sneaking up behind you, plunging a knife into your already fragile identity, and taking back what was hers. Your doubt feeding these ugly horrors which were hybrids of nightmares and daydreams.

Though during a brief moment of clarity, you had come to a conclusion which hardly alleviated these feelings, but we're true; it wasn't your fault. Yes, it had been your choice to accept him and be in a proper relationship with someone with an ambiguous past, and yes you did snoop around a little, but you didn't know how much he'd been hiding or searching for someone like her and had settled on silly, stupid you. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it, why chase a vision of the past and put so much effort in the present? There must've been more to this; there had to be.

Manifested, unstinted kindness and consideration and love in his form didn't happen out of the blue, it was nurtured and conditioned. Had it been her influence which made you knew? Who knows, but you had been fortunate to have had an opportunity to associate let alone form a romantic attachment, but that would soon pass away once you confronted him. Right? After a little while longer, when your heart was finally beginning to slow and thought you'd be able to catch your breath, you heard him walking about upstairs; calling and knocking.

Rick was home and you turned over on the couch and covered your ears so you wouldn't hear him; you weren't ready to deal with this; you didn't want to deal with this. In your heart of hearts, you wanted to go home, to the past, back to when there were no problems and it was just you, dad, and your dreams. If only he was still around so that he could tell you that everything was alright and it was all just a bad dream and that he could fix it, but you couldn't; only in a dream, you could. Dad always knew what was best, but you were old enough to decide for yourself now.

Did this mean you wish you never knew Rick? No, but you wished that you would've never known about all this; about her; that you could've lived in ignorance. Oh, the sweet, sweet bliss of ignorance, how wonderful it had been while it lasted. Even when his warm laughter echoed down the stairway, having found you, ready, eager and excitable to be near you, you didn't answer. You knew you weren't in the state of mind to say anything nice, that despite it all he wasn't a bad person. Yet, the moment that hand of his touched your shoulder, you hissed. “Don't touch me.”

He gasped, stunned by this uncharacteristic aggression. Maybe you weren't the nice girl he thought you were after all; especially if the rustling of his clothes alone made you angry enough to dig your nails into the couch cushions. Zeta-7 waited for a few moments, ruminating on what would be the best course of action before he knelt down to be at your level and wondered. “What's wrong? Are y-y-you hurt? Is th-there anything I can do?”

Swallowing back a sob, you silently counted to ten then answered in a listless tone. “I don't know if you can. You've… you've been hiding stuff from me.”

“Huh, I-I have? What have I…”

“Don't try to deny it.”

Pushing yourself up, you rubbed your swollen eyes and chanced a look at him; your sight fuzzy as tears threatened to fall but thankfully didn't. The alarm in his widened eyes at the state of your runny nose, and tear-stained cheeks made him instinctively reach out to wipe your tears away, but you pushed that familiar, loving hand away. “M-mi corazón?”

Instead of answering as you usually would, you pulled out the well-loved copy of Persuasion from behind a pillow, took a deep breath and dropped it on his lap. “I found it while I was looking for something to read.”

“Oh geez.”

“And can you believe I found more than I bargained for.”

You two sat in silence for what felt like hours as he stared at it, and when he gathered the courage to look inside, the lines about his brow and mouth deepened; another sign that it was true. When he finally interrupted the silence, he confessed regretfully. “I-I was going to tell you.”

“But you didn't. There's a lot of things that I understand are none of my business, but this….I think is a good time to know. If you care about me at all, then read what you wrote.”

“But it's - it's not what you think.”

“Then there's nothing be afraid of. Go on then, read it.”

Visibly swallowing, his shaky hands held it open and he stuttered. “I-I-I thought of you today as I left th-the milky way, on my way t-to a classified location. I-I wish you were here so I could show you the beauty that exists across the universe, but knowing our limitations I can only send you this wonderful novel that I found when I was exploring a-a bookstore located on one of Saturn's moons. I-I know it can be hard to believe that Miss Jane Austen's works can reach the furthest depths of-of space, but that can be blamed on a certain Gallifreyan and his little blue box. I can't wait to hear what y-y-you think of it. Till next time my dear. With love, from Rick.”

“Don't forget the photos.”

Setting down the book, he glanced at the discarded photos, sagging a little after each one, gauging your reaction after he finished studying them. Rick was a smart man, he knew well enough that he messed up and how compromising those photos were. “It's not - I was only writing as ugh - as a friend.” He began, wringing his hands as he went on. “Y-y-y-y-you know I don't have that many.”

Which was true. “Really? So what did she do for you? Was she special?”

“She - she made me a little less lonely. That in itself was something I w-was grateful for.”

Your nails bit into your palms and that ever familiar ache bloomed across your chest; his answer birthing more questions than you were willing to ask. He offered you a Werther's original to placate you which you accepted; it's wrapper similar to the one in the painting. As ever he waited for you to answer, and the longer he waited, the more he sagged; his eyes pleading, hoping, wishing that he could know whatever hurt clouded your heart and wanted to fix it. “I want to believe you, I really do,” you admitted, which made him hopeful, though only for you to crush it with this. “but I'm tired of walking on eggshells. Tell me, what did you want from me when you had someone like her? Seems as though she was a good match for you. She was a creative who could paint, loved flowers, and butterflies among other things I imagine.”

“Sh-she did.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the surge of feelings which were a result of his sincerity. Damn it. You could do this……possibly. “See?” you said cooly, focusing your gaze on your naked feet. “I knew she was special considering you sent her a book that had belonged to the Doctor. She also knew about your travels, which meant you trusted her and you hardly trust anyone. The point I'm getting at is that I want to know what I am to you. So, am I a knockoff or a rebound? Because we both know there's nothing like the real thing.”

“N-n-no, not at all. You mean th-the world to me and I-I love you. I have only loved you. ”

“But she loved you, didn't she? And you loved her. I can't ignore that. If she's anything like me, then what are we doing together Ricardo? Why aren't you with her? I…. I thought we understood each other but then I found proof that I was only second best. I can't do it, I can't compete with a shadow, and I'm not going to try. I don't have it in me.”

“I-I-I-I never expected you to. Por favor mi amor de m-mi vida, if you'll let me explain, I'll tell you whatever you want. I - I don't want to lose you. Please, honest t-t-to God, I don't. I can't.”

“Hmm, I didn't know you were a praying man.”

“When you're about t-t-to lose your universe, I don't think there are th-that many options. I can't - oh please I can't lose you. Not again.”

You felt your resolve breaking. You wanted to fall into his arms and melt into the comfort of them; for you both to comfort each other and let it all go because it probably was just a big misunderstanding; him being the best thing that ever happened to you, but not yet. Maybe he was a praying man after all, and if God was merciful, then why wouldn't you be? Rick certainly would. For Zeta-7, you could be. He'd definitely given you enough chances.

“Fine.” you decided, helping him up as you stood, but through this brief touch he almost misunderstood, thinking that the worst was over and gave your hand a squeeze; his warm smile weakening your resolve even further. Maybe Ricks were masters at mind games after all. And you knew it wouldn't take much for him to make you forget how unhappy you were, and like magic, show you something wonderful and dazzling, but you didn't want to be charmed; you wanted the truth. You bit the flesh inside of your cheeks hard enough for you to bleed, and despite relishing the warmth which permeated your chilled hands, you let go. “I'm……I'm not over it yet.”

TBC

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