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lowkey (jjk) | 05.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut (to come)

words: 3.5k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, teaser is included in this chapter!, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing, grinding, lap dance, kissy kook, shy flustered boy kook, feelings???, kook slips in a pet name, smut isn’t coming till next chapter!

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​ @shesoldbutcute​ @knjeuphoria​ @turquoiseandplaidinautumn​ @awhnamjoon​ @yoobikook​ @hobiade​ @h-hopeless​ @dianaxnyc​ @fiantomartell​ @cupidskth​ @jungcrookthecookbook​ @tae165​ @ahgasearmyfan​ @eektaetae​ @itz-ally​

Jungkook slides himself out from underneath your car, checking on a few things before finishing his work on the front portion. He wipes his forehead down, before wiping his tools on the towel hanging from the pocket of his work pants.

“You’re really focusing on that car.” His uncle comes by, chuckling as he checks out the progress. “It’s almost done.”

“Yeah, practically.”

“You sure this girl is worth it? You’re taking chunks out of your paycheck to help cover this.”

“It’s fine, she needs it more than I do.”

“So, definitely worth it.” Jungkook gives him a tight-lipped smile. It was worth it to him, he just hopes it wasn’t the wrong thing to do.

Just as he’s about to finish up his shift today, he gets a call on his phone. He wipes off his hands and takes a look at the caller ID.

It’s you. You’re actually calling him.

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

↳ series masterlist

summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

“I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I’m so sorry I got mad at you yesterday.” Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

“Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I’m fine. Don’t need you to check up on me.”

“Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry.”

“Okay, and? I heard you.”

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The Rulebook (prologue) II jjk (m)

Pairing: Jungkook X oc (fem) – other members appear throughout

Rating:  M

Word: 6k

Genre: strangers-to-whatever, college!au, fratboy!jk, fuckgirl!oc, romance

Summary:  The first time Jungkook meets you, the infamous female Kim

Warnings:  Language, suggestive language, college-age drinking and partying, cigarette smoking

AN:  So, I couldn't let go of them. I had this scene in my mind since the moment I conceived this wild ride of a series, but I didn't know where to put it in the actual timeline of the story. It seemed better as its own entity, like 5.1. If you haven't read this fic yet, I would suggest starting at chapter which is linked below. But either way, it's up to you. No harm, no foul! I hope you enjoy because literally no one asked for this but me :)

@mwitsmejk @yopjm @bettyschwallocksyee @firstraysofthedawn @defjjks @apollukee @rachooll @bigbootyjoonie @thetiniestoftheyettis @talkhellafastmgc @thirstykpophoe @mckenseyrobinson @yellowsucculent @lovelytaesblog  @moonchild1 @givebuckysomelove @kleritata @bloopkook @vantxx95 @kookphoria91 @kooookie @fancycollectormoon @kleritata @safi4x @n-y-cel-blog

One II Two II Three II Four II Five II Six II final

Jungkook knew he made the right decision. It took a lot of courage to convince his parents that transferring to this university would be better for him. Initially, his parents couldn’t comprehend why he’d risk his intelligence and financial security on a seemingly turbulent career in videography. But, when he scored a fat transfer student scholarship, they couldn’t object. All his life, Jungkook had been the apple of their eyes. He never gave them a hard time with school, behavior, or chores. He excelled at everything, so there was no reason to believe he wouldn’t do the same with a film career. He was a good boy.

Now, because Jungkook got more freedom at this university, he had more opportunity to express himself and loosen up. The business school he had previously attended stifled him, making him claustrophobic and uninterested in almost anything. At a big university, he could dabble into whatever without being bothered by his peers. He joined a filmmaking club, had more time to train at the gym, and even decided to join a fraternity.

The power Beta Tau Sigma had over the institution was noticeable since he stepped on campus. The frat did some considerable good by giving to local charities and had some fun events during orientation (including a dance performance and an obstacle course). But it was the rumors about their raggers that caught his eye. He liked to drink and party like anyone else his age, and if he wanted the real college experience, then he may as well go hard as he could. He was never one to back down from a challenge.

Hazing wasn’t as bad as he expected. Yes, it involved some public embarrassment, but he was a (very) talented singer so he didn’t mind singing Jason Derulo’s Savage Love in the middle of the quad. He could hold his alcohol pretty well, but yes, he did pull trigger more than once. He was confident enough in his looks that he wasn’t scared to pull up on some sorority rushees. He even slept with a couple. He was very clear from the get-go that he wasn’t looking for anything serious or long term, and there was appreciation for his candor. Also, they seemed to enjoy returning the favor.

Jungkook also found that he actually liked a lot of the fraternity brothers. He made friends with a fellow rushee, Jimin, who laughed a lot, enjoyed Attack on Titan, and could chug champagne like it was soda. Jimin was outgoing and kind, not afraid to act silly or mess around. It was easy to become friends with Jimin and truthfully (though he won’t boast), it’s easy to become friends with Jungkook. He particularly found a few of the already established members quite interesting, like the sunshine Brother, Hoseok. Not only was Hoseok one of the most happy-go-lucky members, he was also a member of BTS’ dance team. He welcomed Jungkook with open arms and nursed his hangovers.

But the most notable members of the house were three legacy family members: the Kims.

Jin, the eldest, was not only extremely handsome, but also very energetic and liked to pick fights with anyone in his way. He could eat three packages of ramen all to himself, but also cook a five star meal for the rushees. Even hungover, he was handsome and he knew it, regularly referring to himself as “Campus-Wide Handsome.” And the girls seemed to love his arrogance.

Then there was Namjoon, who was smart as Apollo. The guy’s range of interests varies from philosophy (his major) to music history to quantum physics. Jungkook didn’t need to be a genius to know that he was sitting beside one. Teachers knew it too, but he wasn’t just known for his brains amongst the academic staff. One time, when Jungkook accidentally entered a professor’s lounge where he heard a female Professor refer to Namjoon as an “Oral God.”

Then there was the last one, Taehyung. To say the least, the youngest Kim was weirdest. Good looks run in the family and he was definitely model-worthy with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He didn’t care about school but did well enough to get by. He did care about Overwatch, reading about the sexual feminist revolution, volunteering at the community garden, and rolling a cross joint. The kid was all over the place, and that included his sex life. In the past month, Jungkook had seen guys and girls walk in with Taehyung, sometimes at the same time, and no one ever batted an eye. Taehyung defined his sexuality as “if you’re fuckable, you’re fuckable.”

Respect.

It was easy to get along with the Kims and the rest of BTS. The carefree air that lingered around the house made the whole first month of college everything he wished it would be. The excitement only amplified when he got inducted officially with the rest of the rushees, and preparations for the initiation party raised everyone’s spirit on campus.

Jungkook readied himself in his dorm room. He decided on dark jeans and a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to show off his collection of tattoos. He looked at his hand and wondered when he would get the next one. Maybe he’ll meet someone tonight who can stick and poke. He wonders what kind of people will be there.

Like most of the initiates, Jungkook arrived early to help set up and pregame. He joined Jin pouring back shots like it was water (“you can really hold your alcohol, Jeon,” Jin laughs). He helped Joon set up his DJ set (“jeez, maybe I should go to the gym more,” Joon comments as he watches Jungkook lift speakers up with relative ease). He watches Tae roll literally 5 joints in preparation for the night. Jungkook wasn’t much of a smoker but he appreciated the art form. “You’re really good,” Jungkook comments as he shakes one of the closed joints.

Tae gives a boxy smile. “Practice makes perfect,” he smirks.

Jimin peers over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yeah, but ___’s are still better.”

Taehyung looks at his former freshman roommate as if he had been stabbed in the back. “Are you blind?” He asks lethally, before sparking his joint.

“You can roll faster but ___ rolls better,” Jimin offers, keeping a diplomatic smile on his face.

“Please,” Taehyung scoffs after taking a hit and passing it to Jungkook. “She wishes.”

Jungkook was about to ask who they’re referring to, but the first hit of a joint always gets him. He’s still not much of a smoker, so his brain becomes fuzzy and forgets. But he’ll figure it out later.

After the joint, more people come into the house for the pregame. Jungkook joins in a few rounds of beer pong while Namjoon starts deejaying. After a few songs in, Namjoon groans in frustration.

“What happened?” Sana asks, Hoseok’s latest fling, after she hits island. Jungkook and Jimin groan because they were just winning.

“I’m missing an aux,” Namjoon sighs.

“Oh!” Sana says, before missing her next shot. “Call ___. I don’t think she’s left her apartment yet.”

Namjoon claps his hands before patting himself down for his phone. He pulls out his phone and turns the music down slightly. After just a few rings, he says, “Yo, ____. You still home..? Word, can you bring me an aux…? Yeah, yeah, I miscalculated… Dude, shut up. I made one mistake… over my dead body you’re the smarter one…. Don’t ruin the party because of your pride… okay, fine! Yeah, see you soon.”

“Difficult as ever?” Hoseok laughs, despite missing his shot.

“You know her,” Namjoon sighs.

Jungkook has now heard your name twice. It seems like everyone knows you but him. And curiosity makes the heart go stronger. He’s about to ask about your identity but Jimin calls for redemption and actually makes it. Victory removes you from Jungkook’s present consciousness as he shouts in glory, clapping his friend on the back. He’ll meet you later.

The party picks up in the next hour. Music blasts through the house, and people are committing age appropriate debauchery throughout the dance floor, hallways, and lawn. Jungkook is talking with Tae, Joon and Jimin at the kitchen island when he hears your name pop up again. “Oh, ___ hooked up with him,” Jimin notes.

Taehyung lets out a loud laugh. “Haha, so did I.”

Joon joins in the laughter. “Does she know?”

Tae shrugs, “but I can’t wait until I let her. She’ll be pissed.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “Isn’t that like one of her rules?”

Before Taehyung can confirm or deny, Jungkook asks, “Who’s ____?”

His three frat brothers stare at him intensely, a combination of shock and confusion splayed across their faces. “What?” Jungkook asks, feeling as if he committed a sin.

“You haven’t met ___ yet?” Namjoon asks, scratching his head.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook shrugs.

“But she’s here a lot,” Jimin adds.

“Eh, not as much,” Taehyung objects. “She’s been holed up in her apartment, working on apps and trying to get a campus job. Think she just got one at the library.”

“She a friend of yours?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s my cousin,” Namjoon clarifies.

“Cousin?” Jungkook repeats with wide eyes. He then looks at Taehyung and then asks, “Yours too? There’s more of you at the school?”

“Sister,” Jimin corrects. “Tae’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asks loudly.

“Twin sister,” Taehyung clarifies with a wag of his eyebrows.

“Whoa,” Jungkook breathes. He’s not so sure why he’s surprised by this information but he thought he’d met all of the Kims. And now there is a female one, with possibly similar features to Taehyung. No one can deny that Taehyung is a good looking dude, but imagining him as a girl just seemed… strange.

“Can’t believe you haven’t met her yet,” Jimin laughs. “____ is a riot.”

“How so?”

Namjoon chuckles knowingly, “gotta see her to believe her. She’s just as much of a menace to society as Taehyung.”

“I’m a highly valued member to this campus,” Taehyung snaps with a glare. “I bring spontaneity to you lifeless heathens.”

“Let’s put it like this,” Jimin says. “If Taehyung is chaotic evil-“

“Chaotic neutral,” Taehyung interjects.

“Nah,” laughs Namjoon.

“- then ___ is lawful evil,” Jimin continues, ignoring his brothers interruptions.

“A menace nonetheless,” Namjoon laughs.

Taehyung sighs. “She could do so much more damage if she didn’t have a rulebook the size of our university handbook.”

Before Jungkook could even ask what that means, his inebriated concentration switches to focus on Jin’s loud voice overshadowing the EDM bass blasting throughout the house. “Make way! Coming through! We got a loser here!”

The crowd of people that loiter at the kitchen entrance move aside sloppily for the eldest Kim. Jungkook sees Jin’s head bob through before he sees that he’s pushing someone else by the shoulders through the herd. “Ugh, come on, Jin. I just got here!” A feminine voice whines.

“Silence! Keg stand!” Jin shouts.

Jin pops through with a girl in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t believe in love at first sight but he may be wrong. He feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He can’t help but stare. The girl has shiny hair tied in a bun at the top of her head, plump red lips, and sharp eyes and jawline. She also looks good as hell, wearing a dark bodysuit with a zipper that’s showing off ample cleavage. Even underneath the black jogger type pants, he can tell she’s fit in all the right spots. Jungkook even likes the earring you chose, silver dangly ones that accentuate the column of your neck. “Good god,” he breathes.

Jungkook is snapped out of his awe when the girl stops dead in her tracks, causing Jin to bounce off of her. She glares directly at Jungkook with piercing eyes. He can only blink.

“Are you just going to stand here while I get harassed?”

Jungkook points at himself but before anyone can say anything, Namjoon speaks.

“Did you play Rock Paper Scissors again?” He asks dryly, unfazed by the harsh tone.

“So?”

“Well, you walked yourself into that mistake,” Taehyung shrugs. “You always lose.”

She sticks your tongue out. “Some brother you are.”

Brother? Jungkook’s eyes exchange back and forth between Taehyung and you. This is the female Kim? Truthfully, it makes sense - you do give off the air of a fuckboy. It suits you better than the rest of them even.

Your eyes shift to Namjoon and say, “The aux is on your stand. I do so much good for this family, and I’m paid back in betrayal.”

“You’ll be fine,” Namjoon dismisses as he heads off back into the living room.

“All right, all right,” Jin urges as he places his hands back on your shoulders to shove you out the door. “Stop stalling, ___. Go to your punishment like a good girl.”

“Ew, never call me that again,” you grimace as you head out to the porch.

Jungkook can only watch as you go outside, following the sway of your hips and your proud chin. Despite being destined for alcohol poisoning, you go with pride and air of indifference. Jungkook always had a thing for the way girls walk away. One of his few weaknesses.

Taehyung watches as his new frat brother stares at you. If Taehyung had been a different brother, maybe a misogynistic one with a sister complex, he’d be disgusted or enraged by the way Jungkook looked at you. But truthfully, Taehyung is used to the way that men look at you. Trying to deny your outstanding Kim genes would be denying his own. And that would just be false.

And truthfully, Jungkook passed Taehyung’s vibe check off that bat. When he appeared at their booth during orientation week, Jungkook appeared with a shy smile and a sparkle in his eye. Despite Jungkook appearing to be big and bad with tattoos and slick wavy hair, the kid had an infectious laugh and seemed genuine. Their later interactions only proved Taehyung right -- the kid was cool. He was competitive without harboring serious rage, could pull off imitations flawlessly, and could make a mean pork belly dish. He was a trooper through initiation too - could handle the jokes and obscene antics the house put him through. It was hard not to like him.

Taehyung knew his twin well. You’d totally fall for someone like Jungkook, maybe even hard enough to obliterate the rulebook that not even Taehyung could understand.

Interesting…

“Hey, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, snapping Jungkook out his awe.

“What?” Jungkook asks, turning his head back to your twin.

“You dropped something,” Taehyung notifies him, looking to the empty ground.

Jungkook, in his inebriation, looks down and then looks back at Taehyung. “What’re you talking about?”

“Your dignity,” Tae smirks. “It’s right there.” He taps the ground with his foot. Jimin snickers in the background.

“Oh,” he murmurs awkwardly. “Sorry, Man. I just didn’t expect that to be your… sister.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Taehyung chuckles, clapping Jungkook on the back for reassurance. “Ogle her all you want. She’s a Kim after all.”

Jungkook’s face twists with confusion. “Wait what?”

“Trust me, Bro,” Jimin smiles, nudging Taehyung in the side. “He does not care.”

Taehyung smiles diabolically, similar to that of the Joker. “I’d actually pay you twenty dollars if you manage to hook up with her.”

“Dude, what?” Jungkook asks, bewildered.

Taehyung gives him an appraising look. “Yeah, you’re totally her type. Bad boy on the outside, good boy on the inside. She loves that shit.”

This may be the strangest conversation Jungkook has ever experienced in his life. He’s never seen anyone try to pimp out their sister before. Kims really are born different. All he can do is shift in his stance.

“___ will eat you alive,” Jimin laughs wildly at the prospect. “You know what I said about lawful evil-”

Taehyung elbows Jimin in the side before he can go on. “Give it a go, Bro.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “This sounds like a scam.”

Your twin puts his hands up to prove his innocence. “No scam. My sister is her own woman. She can hook up with whomever she wants to, who am I to deny her of a golden boy?”

“You won’t try to deck me in the face if I try?” Jungkook asks skeptically.

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m a frat boy, not a caveman. Come back to the 21st century, Jeon.”

Before Jungkook can further question your twin, Jin pops his head through the kitchen window. “Yo, Jeon, get out here. I need you to help me lift my cousin for Keg Stand.”

“Destiny calls,” Taehyung smirks.

“Y’all are different,” Jungkook mutters under his breath before he heads out.

Once he’s far enough away from Jimin and Taehyung, the smaller frat brother leans in and says, “That’s kinda mean, Dude.”

“How so?”

“You know ___ won’t go for a BTS guy. Rule Number whatever. You ran him into an impossible bet.”

Taehyung shrugs. “We didn’t actually bet anything. And…I have faith in that one.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

“Call it twin-telepathy.”

“___ didn’t even notice him.”

“Oh, she will,” smirks Taehyung. “She can’t help herself around guys like him. I’m over her self-imposed limitations. It’s boring.”

Outside, Jungkook moves through the quickly growing crowd to watch you headstand. People pull out their phones and holler your name to cheer you on. You wave and smile like the Queen of England.

“Come on, __!”

“Do it for the girls!”

“Put her in her place, Kim!” Someone shouts for Jin.

You point to the guy in the crowd. “Watch it, MJ. I’ll outrun you down Greek Row again.”

“I was on Molly! I got distracted.”

“Sounds like a loser,” you counter with an innocent shrug. Jungkook notices your performative innocence dwindle when he approaches you and the Keg stand. He notices the way that your eyes look him up and down. Maybe Taehyung was right.

“Jeon, meet my cousin, ___,” Jin says formally. “___ meet Jungkook. He’s the latest - ouch!”

You’re too interested in the boy in front of you to notice Jin rub his head with irritation. So interested that you don’t see Taehyung motioning for Jin to keep his mouth shut. Instead, you put your hand out to Jungkook. “___,” you smile.

Jungkook takes it and gives you a shake. “Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I have heard about you.”

“Strange,” Jungkook says coyly with a tilt of his head. “I’m just hearing about you tonight.”

“All good things I hope.”

“I like to be my own judge of character.”

You smirk. “Well, I hope a Keg Stand will be enough to score high in your book.”

Jin watches the two of you flirt and grimaces at the sight. Unlike Taehyung, he’ll never get used to the sight of you flirting. You were the little cousin who used to make mudpies and spook him with scary stories during family camping trips. It was an odd sight to watch you flirt your way into nearly any man’s heart. “Okay, okay,” Jin interrupts. “Enough. You have to hold Keg until you’re sputtering.”

Any indication of sweetness leaves your face as you turn back to your eldest cousin. “Dude, I just got here,” you re-emphasize. “I like this outfit.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet then.”

Your eyes light up. “Whatcha got in mind, Seokjin.”

“Bet you can’t hold it for 10 seconds.”

“Oof, bet,” you snort. Jungkook finds your confidence (and apparent alcohol tolerance) extremely adorable. He doesn’t doubt you; he just finds it amusing for someone to match Jin’s energy. “If I win, you have to go pantless the whole night.” The crowd (including Jungkook) laugh at the prospect.

“Back at ya,” Jin glares. His eyes hone in on Jungkook and says, “All right, muscle pig. Hoist her up.”

Jungkook looks down at you and asks, “You really doing this?”

“Hmmm, maybe you really haven’t heard a lot about me,” you tease with a wink. Jungkook feels his stomach clench at the sight of your pretty eyes, especially when you take the tub to your lips. “Just don’t drop me.”

She’s trouble, the angel on Jungkook’s shoulder notes.

She’s fun, the devil counters.

“I’d catch you” Jungkook winks back.

“All right, on three, Jeon,” Jin commands. “Someone is filming this, right? I gotta send it to your mom.”

“Leave her out of this!” You snap.

“THREE!” The crowd yells

“It’s payback for last year, Demon.”

“TWO!”

“Oh, never going to live that down,” you grumble before shoving the tube between your lips.

“ONE!”

Together, Jin and Jungkook lift you upside down. Jungkook hears you glug back the light beer with shut eyes and hands clutching the sides of the table until your knuckles go white. The crowd counts with anticipation. He’d seen other guys at Keg Stand throughout the night and it never brought it in this kind of crowd. But he decides that it must be because you’re the first girl tonight, or it’s because of the bet that stands between you and Jin. Or it’s just you. You Kims really are a different breed.

“EIGHT!” The crowd shouts.

“I’m not taking care of you tonight,” Namjoon shouts through the window.

“NINE!”

“Come on, Sis! I got twenty bucks on you!” Taehyung hollers.

“TEN!” The crowd shouts, clapping wildly. You don’t come down though.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales.

“Eleven?” A few people in the crowd say. Phone lights don’t die, and Jungkook can’t believe you’re still holding yourself up there.

“STOP BEING A SHOW OFF!” Jin shouts.

“TWELVE!” The crowd applauses before you tap Jin’s arm. Jungkook and Jin set you down at your request, and the crowd begins cheering for you. You wobble to stand up but put your hands up in victory. You let out an award worthy burp, deep and rumbling. Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“Pants… off…” You grumble before you wipe your chin of excess beer.

Jin may be hot-headed but he’s a fair guy. This is what the crowd really hollers at, when he strips himself off his pants. He makes a whole show of it, causing people to whip out their phones again. He tosses the garments into the crowd and a few girls battle for it. While Jin steals the show, you lean against the railing of the porch and pull out a carton of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds.

Jungkook stands beside you. “All right, you got some serious respect points for that.”

You take the cigarette between your lips and smile lazily. “Yeah, anything to shut Jin up,” you nod. You offer him to take one but he shakes his head. “Ah, good for you.”

“Cowboy Killers.”

You let out a short laugh and a puff of smoke is produced from your lips. “I haven’t heard anyone refer to them as that before.”

“At least you don’t roll them,” Jungkook chuckles. “That would be some real backwoods shit right there.”

“Not that drunk yet. Give me another few beers and I’ll be stealing my brother’s stash.” You grimace at your own words. “Ugh, it’s a beer night, I guess.”

“Yeah, mixing is never worth it.”

“Never,” you agree as you ash the cig off the porch. You look at Jungkook appraisingly, the same way that Taehyung had look at him earlier. It was uncanny to see your similarity to him. You both had the same air of mystery and arrogance. It looked even better on you. “You new here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I transferred in this year.”

“Aah, what do you study?”

“Planning on film studies.”

“Ooh, a filmmaker?”

“Yeah, that would be the plan.”

“Oh, very nice. Gotta ask, favorite movie?”

“The famous film major question.”

“Yeah, yeah, basic, I know.”

“La La Land is a favorite, good ending,” Jungkook nods as he leans against the porch with his arms crossed. “I also like anime movies. Your name is iconic.”

“An anime boy,” you say approvingly as you take another drag. “No wonder you're friends with my family.”

“You too?” Jungkook smirks.

“Naturally.”

“Got opinions on Attack On Titan?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Jungkook never expected to have a lengthy debate on the historical parallels of Attack On Titan at a fraternity party, but he was definitely not opposed. He watched the slow switch from you go from the “Cool Girl” to “Weeb” in a matter of minutes. He then saw the transition into student, where you reveal that you plan on majoring in Psychology, aiming to become a therapist like your uncle. He found it funny when you began to demonstrate basic psychological interpretations based on body language. There were many sides to you, not just the hot girl that got dragged through the party to get publicly shamed by her family.

“Yeah, okay, so I shake my leg,” Jungkook says as he finds two empty (but unused) solo cups. He fills them up to the brim and goes on, “doesn’t mean that I have anxiety or ADHD.”

You put your hands up to highlight your benevolence. “No shame in either. All the Kims could get a DSM-V diagnosis in a heartbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles as he passes you your cup of beer. “What’s yours?”

“Probably anxiety too,” you nod as you tap cups to cheers.

“It’s a gen z thing.”

“Definitely.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says as he leans back against the railing, but leaning in towards you. “What else does my body language say?”

You narrow your eyes and tap your fingers against the wood. “You want to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, partially out of shock and partially out of awe. “What’s my tell?” He asks curiously.

“Well,” you start as you take a step closer to him. Jungkook doesn’t step back, but does lean up. “You’re still talking to me about pop psychology at a frat party, your first one ever. And you could be talking to almost any other girl here, but instead you chose to stay here and get read by me.”

“Not afraid of a little psychoanalysis,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s good to stay in touch.”

“And you keep stealing glances at my tits.”

‘

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek. “I’m trying to be respectful about it,” he explains. “Kind of hard to avoid when I have to look down at you.”

You smirk. “No need to blame it on height. I know what I’m wearing.”

“Ah, so maybe the reverse psychology is that you like being looked at…”

You give a nod of approval. “Not bad. It sounds like there is a but though.”

“But…” Jungkook says, elongating the T, “you’re cautious.”

You blink. At first Jungkook thinks he may have pushed a button. Trtuhfully, he is being a little bold with a girl he just met but you seem to be cool with the read. “Ooh, say more, Jeon.” Your voice is halfway between a tease and genuine curiosity. You may even be having fun.

Jungkook laughs, a little bit out of relief. “You mind if I touch you.”

“Consent approved.”

“Cool,” Jungkook nods. He gently taps to the zipper that stops midway on your chest. “That zipper could go much lower, but you stopped it right in the middle. Teasing, but not as much as you could be, which makes me think, cautious. You got limits, Kim.”

You begin to clap. “You pick up things fast.”

Jungkook takes a chug of his drink. “I’m bullshitting right now, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“You could do much worse.”

“So what kind of limits are we talking here?”

You scoff. “We all have limits.”

“Jimin called you lawful evil.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “So, you have information prior to our body language exchange. That’s cheating. I take back my compliment.”

“Hey, I’m working with what I got here. This isn’t easy.”

“No, but it’s fun. What else you got, Jeon? Just based on us two right now. Not on any of the other bullshit the BTS guys have said.”

Danger, says the Angel on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook licks his lips, which have suddenly gone dry despite the copious amounts of liquid he consumed throughout the night. He looks at your eyes, which are very pretty. They’re intense, and he feels like he might fall into them if he leans in too much. Despite the look being familiar, on you, it feels much more powerful.

“You want to fuck me too,” Jungkook says. It’s not his usual boldness. He prefers to do things more subtlety, not wanting anyone to feel uncomfortable. But, you seem right in your comfort zone. Especially when a smile grows on your lips.

“Attaboy.”

“Can I have my compliment back now?”

Your eyebrows raise this time. “Is that all you want? A compliment.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘Words of Affirmation’ scored second on my love language test.”

You let out a bark of a laugh that almost makes you spit out your drink. Jungkook finds it truly entertaining (and endearing) the way you flip flop between flirt and a twelve year old boy. Once you’re done laughing, Jungkook makes the bold decision to reach out and wipe some of the beer off your chin. A new side of you makes an appearance, one that seems more docile and curious than before. It’s not quite flirtatious, but it’s definitely curious.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says before licking his thumb. “Don’t want you to smudge your lipstick.”

You pop your lips. The look is back, and so is the flirt. “I highly doubt that.”

Fun, the Devil reminds him.

Jungkook can’t help but smile like a twelve year old boy now. His cheekbones probably hurt from smiling this much, and his ears are probably turning bright red. He touches his own ears to feel the heat. You really are a Kim. “You’re trouble.”

“You haven’t seen half of it.”

“Making big promises out here, ___,” he murmurs before taking a sip of his beer.

You tilt your head to the woods. “I’d rock your shit right out there in the woods, if you want.”

His eyes go big. “The woods? Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“I mean, jeez, we’re in a house. We could do it on a bed.”

“Oh, live a little.”

“Live a little,” he repeats while laughing. “What if your family sees me fucking you? How would you feel about that?”

You shrug. “It’s not like they haven’t before.”

“Dude, what?”

“Not like that! Jeez, what kind of hentai are you into, Stepbrother.”

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh this time. Not just because it’s a funny joke, but because of the irony. You join in unknowingly, but he lets you in on the secret. “I mean, I guess that is true.”

Your face drops. “You fucked your step sister?”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook says quickly, but still high from his laughter. “I mean, well… I am kind of a step brother figure to you now.”

You blink slowly before looking at your drink. “I’m so confused. I’m not that drunk.”

“Well, I rushed into BTS. So, I guess by technicality, we can pull off this hentai sub-genre if you want.”

And suddenly, nothing seems so funny anymore. Jungkook sees something flash across your face. He doesn’t know what emotion it is - disgust, horror, or shock. Maybe it’s definitely a switch from the girl who just offered to fuck him in the woods. He feels so oddly out of place right now, and isn’t quite sure where he fucked up. Even the angel and the devil don’t know what to say.

“You’re one of the new initiates,” you say, almost as if it were obvious. “This night… is for you?”

“I mean, kind of. And some of the other guys, like Jimin.”

You rub your forehead. “I knew about Jimin. But I didn’t know about you.”

“I’m pretty drunk, but I wasn’t that confused until now,” Jungkook admits wearily. “Sorry, did I go too far-”

“No, no,” you say quickly, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was totally coming onto you.”

“Yeah, I thought we both were,” Jungkook agrees, relief washing over him. But it was replaced with just genuine confusion now. “But… now we’re speaking in the past tense.”

“Yes, we are,” you say softly as you remove your hand.

Jungkook looks up to the night sky, looking for some answers or clarity. He’ll honestly take whatever, and he gets courage. So, he looks down at you and says, “Not that you owe me an answer, but I gotta ask, what just happened?”

You sigh, letting your lips flutter. “You were pretty spot on when I said I have limits.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I may be a hoe, but I have rules.”

“Ah, lawful evil?”

You snort. “Yeah, the rules maintain my lawful evil alignment.”

“And one of them is…”

“Rule #7: I don’t fuck BTS boys.”

Jungkook blinks a few time, as if that would help him absorb the information. Once he’s done absorbing, he simply says, “You don’t fuck BTS boys.”

“Yup,” you nod. “It’s just kind of too close to home. I got my cousins and brother in your fraternity, and that’s just a little too close to home for me.” You pause before looking back up at him and say, “I am sorry.”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “Hey, we all have rules. No harm, no foul.”

“Thanks for understanding. It is a shame though. I really would’ve rocked your shit.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you found out now and I wasn’t some major regret to you. Shit, that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted.”

You laugh lightly at that and take a sip of beer. He won’t know until another year and a half but you do really find it a shame that he’s in the same fraternity as the rest of his family. Tonight, you wish it could’ve been different. But neither one of you know that the future works in your favor.

But until then…

“Wait hold up,” Jungkook says after slamming his cup down on the railing. It’s a loud sound that makes you worry that he may react harshly to your nonsense rules, like some guys have in the past. Not that you can’t handle your own problems, but this kid is jacked and could really cause a scene if he wanted. But you know you have Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung in the house just in case this gets out of hand, so you just stay in front of him. You don’t run off like you normally would.

“Rule #7?” Jungkook repeats loudly. “There are 6 other rules?!”

Your mouth fumbles because this is not the reaction you expect. No other guy that you’ve rejected (on rulebook principles) have even thought to ask you about the others. So all you can do is laugh, because it seems like Jungkook is different. A completely different breed.

“There’s actually 15,” you chuckle

“15?!” Jungkook shouts, so that nearby drunkards startle at the sound. He doesn’t notice because he’s too shocked by your reply to even care. He runs a hand over his face and exhales a long puff of air. “Smoke another cig, ___. I got to to know. Lay them on me. I need to understand your psychology now.”

So, that’s what you do that night. You tell Jungkook the outline of your sacred fuckgirl text. He laughs in between questions and eventually, you two move on from there. You learn some more stuff about him, like his dog Bam and his car. You play a few rounds of pong and dance together, but far enough to not touch each other. Neither one of you refuse to tempt fate, but both of you decide that you become friends.

For now.

How to Get a Guy. jjk | 02

PART 02 OF 02 | PART 01

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex (twice..), oral (f. receiving), rough sex (1), a lot of making out, orgasm denial (for two secs methinks), titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, jk sleeps around (but not anymore?!), the basketball team is kinda disgusting, jk lowkey (highkey) be staking his claim but it’s seen in y/n pov, honestly jk and y/n are still hella confused

word count: 15.3k

a/n ✑ part dossss! thank you so much for waiting!! i adoreee this couple and i hope you enjoy the rest of their journey too <3 appreciate all of you guyss <33 (also there’s like.. one epilogue scene teehee)

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How to Get a Guy. jjk | 01

PART 01 OF 02 | PART 02

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused

word count: 20.6k

a/n ✑ it’s here, part uno! thank you so much for your patience!! i hope you enjoy this fic that was originally supposed to be 15k max… i appreciate all the support/motivation mwah mwah <3 the warnings for part two are included here as well (so if they dont show,,, it’s cuz it’s in the next one)

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I Heard a Rumor. jjk

banner credits to the talented @introgfx

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, college!au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, friends to lovers

summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful

word count: 8.1k

a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :) 

and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv​ who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖 

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white lies | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 

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— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!

When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.

First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn’t mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 

Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 

Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 

Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 

Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 

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“namjoon hyung isn’t the type of person who is very affectionate, who ask for things like “let me hug you” so when he said that on stage, I was very touched and moved.” — jungkook “jungkook-ah if you are watching this, hyung believes in you and I always have a hug ready for you.” — namjoon

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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May you do a drabble about the first time oc slept over at jungkook’s place or the other way around? 🤍🤍🤍

"Jungkook?" you whisper in hopes that he is still awake. But he doesn't move.

"I have to confess something," you say nevertheless. You're staring at his back and think that he must've fallen asleep already, but a second later Jungkook turns around in such a hurry, you flinch a little.

You can't see much in Jungkook's dark bedroom. However, you still notice his doe eyes, which are slightly bigger than usual.

"What's up?"

You pull the duvet closer around you. "Don't you dare laugh at me, okay?"

"Promise."

"So, like," you trail off, breaking eye contact with him and staring up at the ceiling. "I usually cuddle with my plushie when I go to sleep."

Silence, but Jungkook breaks it with a soft "Oh."

"Yeah," you say, eyes travelling back to him.

"You wanna go home?"

"Wha- no, I just meant...uh, can I...can I cuddle you as we sleep?"

"Oh."

If this were a comic, this would be the moment when a bright light bulb would shine above his head.

"I thought you didn't feel comfortable or sum," he explains, sliding a little closer to you. His bed isn't a big one, but still bigger than yours and enough to give the both of you a little space from each other.

"No, 'm just asking if I can cuddle you."

"You act like we never cuddle anyway."

"Some people don't like to be cuddled when they sleep. Just wanna make sure," you tell him.

Jungkook lies down on his back. You snuggle up to his side, hugging his arm.

"You comfy?"

"Mhm." There's a tiny smile playing on your lips, eyes closed as you sigh contentedly. "I set an alarm for 8 am tomorrow."

"Y/n," Jungkook groans. "It's the weekend."

"You were the one who said we should get up early to continue studying for our exam!"

"That was just something you should tell your parents so you could stay here. You won't get me out of bed earlier than 10 am."

"9 am."

"No."

"You suck."

"We're gonna ace this exam anyways, I don't think we need to study much more."

"Hmm," you mumble unimpressed. You pull the sleeves of your, well, Jungkook's pullover over your hands. You're practically wholly drowned in it, but it's comfortable, expecially because you're surrounded by his homely scent.

When you called your mum to ask for her permission to stay at Jungkook's place, she was a little hesitant at first since you don't have any stuff for a sleepover with you. But you reassured her that Jungkook had enough things to lend to you.

His aunt gave you a toothbrush and some sweatpants of hers because Jungkook's sweatpants are way too big for you. She also promised to bake you some pancakes before she leaves for work tomorrow morning.

You feel Jungkook's hand gently stroking through your hair. It makes you sleepy in an instant.

"We should still revise tomorrow morning," you mumble with half-closed eyes.

"After breakfast."

You nod slowly. "I love your aunt's pancakes." You yawn. "We're waking up at 8 am tho."

"Y/n, it's like, past midnight already. We need to get more sleep."

"You literally go to sleep at 4 am on schooldays."

"That's only cause I sleep in at the weekend. So it's kinda rude of you to just-

"Shhh," you cut him off. "I'm trying to sleep."

You don't need to see him, you know he's rolling his eyes.

But nonetheless, Jungkook places his palm on your hip, pulling you closer to his body.

maybe a lwh drabble of jk taking care of and pampering oc ? like her saying she wants to relax and he’s right at her door with things to have a little spa date with her

In all honesty, when you texted Jungkook complaining about that were extremely exhausted from work today, you had not expected him to show up at your door with a little bag and the sweetest smile on his lips, telling you that he wanted to help you relax.

But here you are, standing in your bathroom because Jungkook has bought your favourite peel off face mask and ordered you to sit on the edge of the bathtub to put it on your face.

"Where's the pink thing that keeps your hair from your face?" Jungkook asks, examining the inside of the first drawer he opened.

"Second drawer."

After fishing the pink headband with a bowknot from the drawer he carefully puts it on your head.

You hand him your face mask brush and Jungkook dips it into the soft mass to apply it to your skin.

"Be careful of my eyebrows," you tell him, watching his concentrated face that is just mere inches away from yours.

"Mhm," he hums, softly tilting your face with his index finger under your chin.

When Jungkook's tongue peeks out, touching his lips piercing because he is so caught up in covering your skin with the paste, you start to giggle.

"What?" he asks, a weak frown on his face.

"I just think you're putting too much effort in this."

"Be grateful. This is JK's spa salon's special treatment. The salon is not often open. Many wish to get an appointment like this."

You giggle. "Then, am I going to get treated like a princess today?"

"That's the whole point," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Done," he says, after brushing over your cheek for a last time. "Now let's go to the living room for a massage."

Just hearing the word massage is almost making you moan out loud.

"But wait." You stand up, grabbing his wrist. "Lemme put some on you too."

"Fine," he answers.

You open the second drawer again, pulling out the same headband you're wearing, only it's a soft blue one.

"Oh, I don't need one." Jungkook pushes away your hand.

"Your hair's in the way tho."

"I can just use my hand."

You ignore him and drape the headband over his head.

He heaves a long sigh but nevertheless, he lets you do whatever you want.

Grabbing the brush from his hand you place your hand on his shoulder, standing on your tip toes to reach his face. Jungkook leans down to make it easier for you.

"I hate you for having clear skin without even taking care of it."

"I do put on some sheets masks, tho."

"That's like the bare minimum," you huff. "I have a whole five step skincare routine and still don't have as clear skin as you have."

Jungkook has to bite back a smile.

And for the next few minutes you just enjoy applying the peel off mask on his handsome face.

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"Gimme your hair tie."

You pull it off your wrist, handing it back to Jungkook.

You're sitting on the carpet, between Jungkook's legs who sits on the couch behind you.

Jungkook gathers your hair. You don't know why and how, but the feeling of his fingers in your hair relaxes you more than anything else.

You feel him pull and twist your hair before he ties a weirdly shaped bun on top of your head. You don't want to know how ridiculous his messy bun looks on you right now. At least he tried.

"Could've just asked me," you tell him.

"Shhh," he says. "Now it's time for you to relax."

"Can you play with my hair after this, though? I like when you do that."

"Of course, baby."

As soon as you feel his big hands on your shoulders, your eyes close and a relieved sigh escapes your lips. This is all you needed.

"Feels good," you mumble, head hanging low. He hums softly behind you as if he already knows.

"Had a lot going on today?" he asks.

"I don't think I've ever seen so many people at the coffee shop."

"Poor baby," he coos, kneading your tense flesh between his hands. "I don't know what they're called but I bought some fancy looking face rollers at the store."

You gasp. "You mean jade rollers?"

"I guess. Thought we could use it after the masks."

"I'd love to."

"And I also bought cookies at the store."

"Oh my God," you whisper, partly because you're obsessed with the cookies from the store and partly because Jungkook just found a sore place on your back. "I love you."

You wait a few second, but Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"Hey." You turn to him. "You're supposed to say it back." You try to scowl, despite the dry mask on your face.

Jungkook smiles, leaning down to peck your temple. "I love you."

Satisfied, you turn around again.

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 01

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Yns roommate is a meanie beanie

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Your first day at the gym goes bad but your new bestie is there to help.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 1.8k

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You stared at the number on the scale, the number haunted you, it’s the biggest number you’ve ever seen on it and you would have let tears fall if your roommate hadn’t walked in.

She looked over your shoulder and down at the scale.

“Yikes,” She sighed,” maybe you should consider finally using that gym membership I got you.”

Your pulse quickened at the mention of the worst Christmas you’ve ever had in your life.

It was supposed to be the best since it was the first time your crush Kim Taehyung, agreed to go to your party. You wore this really pretty red dress, which in hindsight was definitely a mistake since he said you reminded him of Mrs. Claus and when he saw the hurt in your eyes he added cute to it.

You just smiled and hoped everything would be perfect and fun.

But it wasn’t.

When it was time to open presents and your roommate gave you an envelope you thought was a gift card to your favorite restaurant. A gift that she usually gives you, but when you opened you saw a membership card to your local gym.

You were mortified. You looked around the room only to see your other friends giggling along and praising her because it was just so nice of her to be thinking of your health.

Even Taehyung laughed.

You still haven’t been able to face him since then. It was also when the voice in your head got a little bit meaner than usual.

You shook your head to rid you of that memory.

“I’m actually going to go later today,” You smiled proudly,” I want to document my whole progress and-“

“Are you actually going to do it this time though?”

You bit your lip.

She’s right. Are you?

“I am,” you said above a whisper,” I have to.”

She hummed,” that’s good y/n.”

You loved your roommate Yoon, she was friendly, strong, beautiful and thoughtful. Sometimes her comments did hurt you but she was just looking out for you.

She just wants what’s best for you.

You went to the gym when google said it was the least busy.

Which was at 1pm.

You were instantly met with a couple of guys and another girl, it definitely smelled like a gym.

You suddenly felt pumped and excited.

You looked around and everyone was doing their own thing, no one paid attention to you.

You won’t pay attention to them, well you might have paid just a tiny bit of attention to one guy in particular. He was lightly jogging on a treadmill but he was gorgeous, his hair was dark, sweaty and in his face, and oh god he had a sleeve filled with random tattoos.

He probably hates girls like you.

The voice in your head made sense.

You made your way to a treadmill, just one away from the muscley guy.

You hyped yourself up.

Let’s do this y/n

You got this.

Here we go, just turn it on.

Wait, how do you turn it on?

The treadmill had so many buttons and adjustments that made no sense to you whatsoever.

You sighed, defeated. It was barely your first day and it had already gone horribly, embarrassingly wrong. You wanted to cry, you wanted to go home and maybe eat those macaroons your mom sent you but you remembered Yoon was home and would most definitely tell you how she knew you'd give up so easily.

You bit back tears, swallowing the heavy lump in your throat. You were determined to do this though. You don't know how but you were going to do it.

Luckily the man next to you had been glancing towards you ever since he heard you sigh loudly every now and then. He could tell it was your first day, he remembered how nervous he was on his own first day. Maybe that's why he decided to help you, or maybe it was because he found you so breathtakingly beautiful he couldn’t help but feel like wanting to take care of you.

He pushed those thoughts deep down remembering how his best friend told him how weird and disgusting she felt when men did so much as even look at her at the gym. He didn't want you to think he was like those types of men.

He looked over to you, luckily you didn’t have headphones in.

"Hey," the man leaned over the treadmill," if you don't mind, I can show you how to turn it on."

Your face morphed into one of distrust, you felt embarrassed that he's offering to help you.

How much of a fatass do you have to be to not know how to turn a treadmill on?

You huffed, sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and receive any help you can get.

"Thank you." You avoided his dark eyes. Something about him made your heart race and your ears bloom with blush.

"I'm Jungkook by the way." He smiled.

"I'm y/n..”

You didn't want to smile because of the embarrassment you felt but his was so contagious that you couldn't help your lips as they twitched into the most awkward smile you've ever worn.

He was even more handsome up close and his tattoos added on to how intimidating he looked. Once he spoke though, it was like that mask of intimidation flew off and you were met with the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen.

“You gotta put this thing in here,” Jungkook grabbed the little plastic cube that was attached and placed it over one of the little buttons,” see? If you lose control just pull it off and it’ll stop. Now this is the speed, and this is the incline.”

Incline? What the heck was an incline? This was much more complicated than you thought it would be.

Maybe you should just give up.

You sighed again, making Jungkook glance at you. He recognized the confusion in your face.

“The incline is where you can make the treadmill feel like you’re walking on a hill,” he explained,” the bigger the number the steeper it’ll be.”

“Oh.” You mentally noted.

“I don’t recommend using it until you get comfortable just walking on it, you’ve never been on one before right?”

You pressed your lips in a thin line.

Was it that obvious?

“I mean, unless you want to! You can work out however you want, I don’t- I don’t make the rules,” Jungkook spoke fast to clear up any misunderstandings,” I just assumed I’m sorry.”

Did he just apologize?

He didn’t even say anything worth apologizing for but yet here he was over explaining himself, clearly regretful of what he said.

He cleared his throat,” I’m- I‘m gonna go..if you need any help just come get me.”

You nodded, fixing the speed of the treadmill. You watched him walk to the weights and maybe your eyes stayed on him a little longer than they were supposed to be.

You couldn’t help it, he was absolutely amazing. It was like those big weights were made out of paper. He handled them so easily and you were in awe, wishing you could be that strong. He also looked extremely sexy but that thought was for another time.

30 minutes later he came back to do his cool down on the treadmill next to you.

Jungkook smiled at you before setting his speed to match yours.

Your heart fluttered.

It felt like you two were silently walking together and suddenly you didn’t feel all that nervous anymore. You had someone there, he didn’t pressure you, he didn’t make any back hand comments, he just walked with you and occasionally gave you a smile.

Maybe today wasn’t as bad as you think.

Jungkook snapped you out of your own thoughts when he grunted and you decided it might be time to end your own workout.

He helped you clean your machine before he started gossiping.

"I take it today is your first day?" Jungkook asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Y-Yes." You rubbed your thumbs together nervously.

You waited for him to say something that would most likely make you regret accepting his help. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to criticize you.

But instead his eyes smiled before his lips did.

"Well welcome!" Jungkook patted you on the back, a little bit rougher than intended but it's the gesture that counts," I think you did really good for it being your first day!'

The pain in your chest eased up a little.

"You think so?" You basked under his praise like a flower soaking in the light from the sun, and just like a flower you felt yourself grow a little bit taller. ”Definitely! I mean you were beast on speed 3.”

He grinned hoping to make you smile just a little bit since he could see how nervous you were.

He waited.

There it was.

You looked so pretty smiling and he wondered if you smiled often or if you were always cute and shy.

You tried holding back your smile, but you couldn't help how nice it feels to be told that you did a good job instead of being told you weren't trying hard enough.

Maybe today would be the beginning of change, and you hoped this change would be like spring and blossom the bud of love in your heart for yourself.

Jungkook showed you where the water fountain was so he could fill his water bottle up and your heart swooned just a little when he offered to fill yours up too. You graciously handed it to him, feeding giddy from his gesture.

“Maybe tomorrow I can show you how to do the step climber.”

A scary name for a machine but you felt excited because of how excited he seemed to be.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jungkook cutely wiggled his eyebrows.

“Y-Yea,” You avoided his eyes, afraid to catch them judgingly eyeing your body,” around the same time..”

You didn’t want to come back if you were being honest, but something about his energy eased your racing mind. You almost felt like he wanted to see you again.

You always were a dreamer.

Jungkook patted your back again, a lot softer this time since he noticed you rubbed the spot he patted you on last time.

“Cool! Great job today y/n!” He said before he walked off into the men's locker room.

You were left standing there buzzing with such a scary new feeling that you welcomed regardless of its unfamiliarity.

But then that little voice in your head nipped the flower that started to blossom in your chest.

He doesn’t want to see you again.

Why would he?

Look at you.

He felt bad for you, that’s why he helped you.

He’ll probably make fun of you with his friends.

He would never like anyone like you.

You bit your lip, agreeing with that little voice that seemed to control you so easily.

But maybe you should come tomorrow just in case.

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A/n: Chapter 1 is out !!! Like I said I was nervous about this whole idea ngl but some people are just so fatphobic I guess I’m making this to help me heal from my own trauma ? Learning to love yourself is so hard. I mean it. Like do I want to loose weight and change everything I’m uncomfortable with OR do I want to unlearn all the mean things that were engraved in me and learn to be comfortable??? Anyways what did you guys think? I would love to discuss any fatphobic remarks anyone has gotten because JEEZ people can be mean !!! Let’s all take a moment to support each other’s journeys!!

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barely friends

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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prologue: slumber party

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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long way home 16 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: touch her n i'll kill u typa situation, koo is ANGY angy 😠, annoying exes 🙄

summary: the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

a/n: im soft for them

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Y/n!"

The banging against the door lets a shudder scuttle down your spine.

"I came to apologise. Please open the door!"

You screw your eyes shut, trying to block out the painfully loud bangs.

Every single time you're afraid that he'll break the door. The thought of him getting in your apartment and being alone with him makes your stomach churn in trepidation. His voice alone brings up memories that you're desperately trying to forget.

He's not going to leave. He only ever leaves when Jungkook forces him to.

You peek from under your duvet, grabbing your phone in the darkness of the room. You squint when the screen of your phone blinds you. You search for Jungkook's contact in your phone.

The last text you received from him says, "can't stop by today, nabi has her 6 month check up at the doctor's"

You call Jungkook, and although it's the middle of the night - 02:22 am to be exact - he doesn't keep you waiting for too long.

"Mhmmm?" his groggy voice mutters into the speaker, directly into your ear.

"Y/n!" Minjun shouts from outside.

You flinch, pulling the duvet closer around your body. "Minjun's here," you whisper.

"Oh, for fucks sake," he curses quietly, not sounding as tired as before anymore. "Don't open the door, alright? I'll be there as soon as possible. Don't be scared, baby."

"Okay," you say, closing your eyes in relief.

You drop your phone next to you on the bed. If you're honest, you were a little worried that he would not pick up your call. You haven't seen Jungkook since last week and somehow in that time he has morphed into a bad texter, taking hours to reply to your messages and sometimes not even bothering to call you back. You get it, he works and is busy. But you miss him anyway.

"I'm sorry for what I did! I miss you, y/n!"

"God," you mumble after taking a sharp breath in. You hide beneath the duvet again, attempting to distract you from the noises outside but it's in vain, Minjun's voice cuts off every single thought in your head.

You don't know where his patience to yell in front of your door to get your attention comes from, but he spends another five minutes there. Yelling and knocking on your door like there'd be the slightest possibility of you allowing him in.

But then it's eerily quiet. And you know that Jungkook has just arrived.

You hurriedly get out of the bed, walk to your front door and try to view what's happening in the stairwell through the peephole.

They're both standing opposite each other. You immediately notice Minjun's red eyes. He never shows up sober. Always drunk.

"I just want to talk to her," Minjun says.

"Didn't I make myself clear last time? Huh?"

Your eyes dart to Jungkook when he closes the distance between him and Minjun. Minjun takes a step back, a slight glimmer of fear slicing through his eyes as he stares up at Jungkook.

Jungkook seems angry. He's always angry in these situations but you can see it in his eyes - he didn't come here just to tell Minjun to fuck off and rot in hell.

And because you don't want things to escalate, you slowly open the door, causing both men to turn their heads to you.

"Y/n," Jungkook says, his eyes gentle as they meet your face, but despite this, his voice is unyielding as he demands, "Go back inside."

You shake your head. "Don't do anything," you plead, briefly casting a glance at Minjun.

You've already seen Jungkook beat up Minjun. Though you hate him, you don't want to see Jungkook hurting someone till they bleed again.

"Y/n," Minjun calls.

Jungkook immediately whirls back. Minjun has come a little closer and Jungkook stands right in front of you, his tall and ripped body almost completely hiding your figure.

"Get the fuck away from her."

"Let me talk to her. Just for a second, please," he begs, looking over Jungkook's shoulder and into your eyes. You look away immediately, but you still notice how he comes forward a little and stretches out an arm in your direction.

"Don't you fucking dare touch her!" Jungkook yells, taking a stride toward him.

With one hand he grabs him by the collar, his other forming a fist and is about to strike him, but you pull Jungkook by the elbow, stopping him before he can take a swing.

Jungkook doesn't look at you, but he allows you to drop his fist to his side. He pushes Minjun back by the collar and he stumbles backwards.

"Don't you feel pathetic, Minjun?" Jungkook taunts. "You come here and leave with a black eye every time?" Jungkook slowly approaches him. "Huh? Don't you feel fucking pathetic? Or do you want to get beaten up?"

"I just wanted to apologise to her-"

"Bullshit," Jungkook spits. "Do you know how tired I am of seeing your face? I don't want you bothering my girlfriend ever again, do you fucking understand that?"

You swallow a lump in your throat. That was new.

Minjun has backed away close to the stairs and you're afraid that he will tumble down if Jungkook comes any closer.

"I'm not gonna hurt you now, but if you decide to show up here again? Pray that you'll be able to walk afterwards."

Jungkook raises his pierced brow. "And now fuck off before I decide otherwise."

You don't think you've ever seen Minjun run down the stairs that quickly.

As soon as he is out of the view Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hands. "You're good?" he asks, thumbs rubbing over your skin.

"Yeah, I just don't like seeing him."

Worry creases his forehead and he nods in understanding. "Want to sleep over at my place?"

"Please," you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

You always stay at his place after he scares Minjun off like this. You have trouble sleeping afterwards and sleeping at Jungkook's place and being held in his arms helps you a little with that.

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"I'm sorry for calling you in the middle of the night," you apologise as Jungkook enters the living room after checking up on Nabi.

"I want you to call me whenever you need me, no matter what time it is, okay?" He sits down next to you on the couch, pulling you to his side.

"I thought you...might not answer my call," you confess. Biting down your lip, you look up at him from where you're cuddled against his side.

"Why would you think that?" His hand that had caressed your back halts.

"Well," you starts, a bit unsure how to approach it. "I feel like you've been ignoring me a little over the past week."

"I'm working a lot these days, y/n."

The dark circles under his eyes are unmistakable, and only now do you recognise how tired and exhausted he looks. And then you come to the conclusion that you maybe shouldn't have this conversation at nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, so you say, "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm hella tired."

Jungkook yawns and mumbles a "good" before he lying down on the couch, taking you with him as he makes himself comfortable. "Cause I'm tired too."

You take the folded fuzzy blanked that he always has on the armchair of the couch and spread it over the both of you.

Jungkook's couch may not be the biggest but you two would've snuggled up like this in his bed too, so it doesn't really matter.

You try to sleep with his heartbeat drumming in your ear, but you keep opening your eyes every now and then, not being able to fall asleep the slightest.

"Can't sleep?" Jungkook asks into the darkness.

"I don't like being woken up with him screaming and knocking against my door. It scares me." You hate how hard it is to go back to sleep after him waking you up like that.

"Hey." Jungkook shortly squeezes your waist. "You're with me now. And you'll always be safe with me. There's nothing to be scared of right now." He leans down and plants a peck on your temple. "And honestly, I don't think he'll come back after his night."

"I mean, after you called me your girlfriend he looked even more...scared of you."

"He's a fucking looser. My hands are still itching to rip his face off."

You sigh and try to change the topic. "Why aren't you asleep? Thought you were tired too." You draw circles on his black t-shirt, feeling his toned chest just beneath.

"I'm just thinking."

" 'bout what?" You prop your chin on his chest. "About how much you missed me?"

He chuckles and you feel his body moving under yours as he does so.

"Yeah, I'm thinking bout how much I missed you."

"Hey," you sulk. "That sounded close to irony."

Jungkook laughs again and this time you can't help but smile as well. "No, it's true. I missed you a lot."

The gentle smile on your lips falters when Jungkook suddenly embraces your face with his hands and pulls your head closer to his. He leans forward the slightest bit and you forget to breath for a moment.

You feel his soft lips pressing a kiss on your nose and when he rests his head back again he has an innocent, boyish grin curving his mouth upwards.

He has no clue about your heart nearly forgetting how to work. No clue about the little butterflies in your tummy.

But it's fine. As long as you can have him like this for the rest of your life.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

The moon shines through the window and illuminates the room in a gentle glow. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the real moon is hiding behind Jungkook's round doe eyes. You can't stop staring. You're too fascinated by the sparkle they radiate.

Jungkook has the whole night sky in his eyes and you'd willingly spend the rest of your life exploring every bit of it.

"Y/n," he says. You don't know why, but you have the feeling that it sounds like a reminder.

"Hm?" you mumble absentmindedly.

"We should probably go to sleep."

"Yeah, probably."

You lay your head against Jungkook's chest again, and this time around you can actually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

re: Stacks

Plot: After a bonfire, you end up sitting on Jungkook’s lap for the car ride home. He smells like whiskey, smoke, and his sparkling doe-eyes seem more captivating than usual. 

Tags: Kookie is strong and holds you v tightly. 

A/N: bonfires + Jeon Jungkook = heavenly night. 

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How you ended up sitting on Jungkook’s was a hilarious, and embarrassing situation. Unfortunately, it was a stupid situation, in which one of your designated drivers left early- leaving all of you to make it home with only one car after the bonfire at the beach, on that warm summer’s night. 

The bonfire had been Namjoon’s idea- to relax after a stressful few weeks of exam preparation. But, after the last-minute planning- it was only Jin, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok, along with you and your best friend, who could make it. 

For the ill-preparation, the outcome was lovely. A ragged blue blanket was set up on the beach, with the moonlight reflecting off the glistening navy ocean. Your friend had already had her fair share of soju and is now lying on her back, her legs propped up on your knees and laughing at the joke Hoskeok said. 

You couldn’t help but notice, during the night, Jungkook’s infectious laughter was rippling through the air and casting sarcastic looks at Hoseok and Taehyung for their shenanigans. Occasionally, he would glance at you, too. Every time he did so, blush flooded your cheeks, and your best friend would poke you with her foot. 

You just snorted, sipping the beer you brought and getting more and more besotted as the night went on. You had tried to be subtle with your feelings for Jungkook, with the resound that nothing would ever come of it… But, to say you failed is an understatement. 

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so it begins // jjk

things untold; a collection of fleeting moments 

#1 ! the one where it’s all about what oc wants

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pairing: jungkook + oc 

warnings: a cute ass time, feelings feelings feelings! ,, boyfriend jungkook cravings

genre/content: friends to lovers ?? uni au, fluff, a sad attempt at a tsundere jungkook + warm/oblivious,, jungkook’s feelings for oc ✨b e g i n ✨ and i wanna say it’s like a meet cute moment but idk it’s not rlly but it kind of is? LOL i wrote diz at 4am pls bare w me ,, oc is wearing a skirt nd jungkook goes thru a brain fart cuz 🗣 sitting on lap, idk bro this is highkey an appreciation post for JUNGKOOKS TATTOOS c: 

wc: 800

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“Can I colour in your tattoos?”

Your request is nothing new given the amount of times he fails to say no to you. Jungkook looks at you completely unfazed. Putting his Apple pen down, he crosses his arms the moment you push your textbook away to reach out to him. 

“Please?” you beg, wide-eyed and hopeful. He shakes his head at you and you immediately pout at his sternness.

You sulk.

“Okay, how about this? I promise I won’t ask for a study break for at least another hour if you let me.. I’ll even proofread your paper even though you know I have an attention span of goldfish.”

His heart clenches at the sound of your determination. Your proposal may be dismissed by others; but not to him. See, he believes you’re inherently blessed with editing skills. Every once in a while, you’d edit his papers and he’d receive full marks—he’d be a dummy to pass this limited service up.

Yet, it’s not about what he gains from you; it’s about how he can make you happy.

You take Jungkook’s eye roll and defeated sigh as a win, instantly opening the marker cap and waving it in front of him. As Jungkook rolls up his sleeves, you squeal in excitement. He lays his arm on the table for you and you groan at the position.

“Wait,” you pause, getting up from your seat and standing by his side. Jungkook leans his head back, looking up at you confused.

“Can I sit on your lap?” your request makes his heart race. 

He is utterly dumbfounded.

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long way home 15 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: nosy grannies 🤨, a little make out sesh in the back room of the coffee shop 😳

summary: the one where even the grannies in the coffee shop start missing jungkook.

a/n: wanna eat donuts now

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"They taste disgusting."

Jimin huffs offended. "How dare you?"

"I'm just trying to protect our poor costumers from your weird creations."

"Mint chocolate donuts are not weird?! The people who don't like mint chocolate are the weird ones."

You watch Jimin place the nauseating donuts on the display, right next to some simple but very tasty looking dark chocolate donuts, decorated with cute sprinkles. Having the mint chocolate donuts next to them doesn't give them enough justice.

"I mean, they don't even look delicious with that ugly green mint glaze."

He stills for a second, the donut hanging in the air as he turns to you, indignation radiating off his body.

"Excuse you, but I've spent quite some time getting that glaze on these donuts and making them look perfect."

You giggle. "I'm sorry. I'm not doubting your glazing techniques, it's just that - the colour does not look appealing at all."

"This is a hate crime," Jimin mumbles under his breath.

You're chuckling on your way to the cash register when you see two elderly women appear.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" you beam.

"Good morning, dear. We just had a quick question," one of them says.

"Oh, sure."

"Now, I don't want to sound too nosy, but we've noticed something recently," she explains.

You raise your brows in curiosity, leaning a little closer because she started talking quieter, like she's about to tell you about the secret of the universe or something.

"The young, handsome looking man with the little baby girl hasn't been visiting anymore. We were curious to know if there was a reason why he no longer came by?"

Oh.

Well, that's certainly not what you had expected them to ask you.

A little baffled you answer, "Uh - he's, he's busy. That's why he hasn't been stopping by. Just, has a lot of work to do."

The granny nods. "What a pity. It sounds like he has a lot on his plate. Do you know how he is doing? Is he feeling fine? Healthy?"

"Yeah! He is doing good! He's perfectly fine and healthy."

"That's good to hear. We were just a little concerned about him because we haven't been seeing him around for a while." Both of them grant you a wide smile. "But now we know that nothing bad has happened," she continues. "And you as his girlfriend know best, don't you?"

If you had a drink, you'd be coughing it up by now.

"Jihye," the other woman, who had been quiet for the whole time, scolds her friend in a stern tone. "She is obviously with the handsome barista," she says, pointing her chin to the back.

You look over at Jimin, who's now away from the monster donuts he has created and standing in front of the coffee machine, waiting for the cup to get filled.

Turning back to them you clear your throat and state, "I don't have a boyfriend."

They both look like they didn't expect that answer and seem to be waiting for you to laugh and tell them that it was a joke and which one of them is your boyfriend.

They just smile politely after there's no further explanation from you.

Shortly after that, they leave the coffee shop.

They're cute, you think. Maybe a little - okay, probably more than a stranger should be - nosy. But it is kinda sweet to know that they've noticed Jungkook's absence.

y/n

KOOKIE

hear me out

u don't know what just happened

these two cute grannies approached me and asked where YOU were

they said that they noticed you weren't here in the mornings anymore

like

even the grannies at the coffee shop miss u

can u believe that

i miss u more tho

You don't wait for an answer and slide your phone in your back pocket. Jungkook has been kinda bad at replying fast these days.

You find Jimin in the back room of the shop.

"Wanna know something?" you ask, leaning against the wall with a little smile playing on your lips.

Jimin turns to you. "What's up?"

"This granny just assumed that you and I were a couple."

Jimin chuckles. "You mean the two you were talking to earlier?"

You nod. "Yeah, and the other one thought I was Jungkook's girlfriend!"

Jimin tilts his head in confusion. "Is...is Jungkook here?"

"No, they were talking about him cause they wanted to know why he has been absent for a while."

"They noticed?"

"I mean, hot guy with a cute baby is a sight that I'd notice being gone as well," you shrug.

"What did you tell them?" he inquires, ignoring your words.

"Said that I have not boyfriend." You feel your phone vibrating, so you immediately pull it out but it's just a Instagram notification. "You know, sometimes I feel like Jungkook is being kinda absent because I was too harsh to him when we had our talk. Maybe that's why he's wary about asking me to look after Nabi? Because I was too mean?"

You don't know why you're suddenly talking about this, but you feel comfortable around Jimin.

"From what you told me, you had every right to be upset, y/n."

"But I was pretty though on him," you admit.

Jimin comes closer, taking your hands in his. "I don't know why he's acting all weird lately, but I'm sure he has his reasons and you shouldn't think too much about it in that pretty head of yours.

You sigh. "I guess you're right."

"Wait here for a sec," Jimin suddenly says. "I've got something for you."

Jimin leaves you for a moment and when he's back he's holding a donut.

Your squint your eyes, looking for a flaw.

"Don't worry, it has a vanilla glaze and cookie crumbs on it." He holds it out to you. "Made it for you."

"Thank you." You happily take a bite, moaning softly when you taste the sweet combination of the cookie crumb with the vanilla glaze.

You notice Jimin's stare on your lips after you swallow.

"You've got something on your mouth," he says, his thumb gently brushing over the corner of your mouth.

You like Jimin. He makes you feel good. And right now you'd die to feel his lips on yours. He looks far too good in his white-button down shirt, which fits a little tighter around his biceps, and black apron not to be kissed by you.

His thumb moves to your bottom lip, softly caressing his digit over it.

Jimin continues doing that for a few second until you run out of patience. "Oh my God," you roll your eyes. "Just kiss me."

He smirks and you pull him down by the nape of his neck, clashing your mouth on his. His plush lips always feel so soft and sweet and you could go the whole day kissing him. The way he is moving his mouth against yours makes you nearly drop the donut to the ground.

The kiss is a little messy. You don't know where the sudden need for each other came from, but you couldn't care less as Jimin moves his hands from your hips down to your ass.

A tiny whimper falls from you as Jimin nips on your bottom lip.

"There's no one at the service counter," you mumble between a kiss.

"We have Doyun," Jimin reminds you, now grabbing a handful of your butt with both his hands.

"I think he's outside cleaning the tables."

"Oh, fuck," he groans in annoyance, but he keeps his mouth on yours, moving it in a slow, languid fashion that has your knees weak.

You break the kiss but Jimin leans down one more time, pecking your mouth.

Before he leaves, he asks, "Wanna grab some food later and go to my place?"

You giggle. "Sure."

darlyyy how bout a lil drabble of people thinking oc is nabi’s mama and jungkook just went along with it 🥺 chapter 14 got me all soft inside :(

"Can we just, please, take a look?"

"No."

"Please? We don't have to buy anything, we can just browse a little."

Jungkook emits a sigh and you know you've got him.

And that's why the both of you enter a cute baby boutique two minutes later. You held hands - you had complained about being cold and Jungkook had wordlessly taken your hand while you walked through the mall, one hand on the stroller where Nabi was napping, and the other warming you - but now you let go of his hand, exploring the store on your own while Jungkook follows you.

You stop when you see something cute. "We need to get this." You point at a pink head band with a bow tie in the middle.

"No, this is what we need to buy." Jungkook lifts up a tiny baby bodysuit that says "I have the best daddy in the entire world" in the strangest fonts ever.

"I think this one's closer to reality," you claim, picking up a bodysuit right next to his.

"Me plus mummy equals one broke daddy," Jungkook reads out loud. "Did you, like, secretly design this?" You giggle when he grabs one and says, "I'm gonna buy it." The irony of it.

You hear Nabi whimpering in the stroller. You lift her up in your arms, calming the little girl that had just woken up from her nap. Resting her cheek against your chest she stares at Jungkook as he brushes his thumb over her soft cheek.

"Had a good sleep, Nabi?" Jungkook asks in that cute voice he uses whenever he talks to Nabi.

"Hi, is there anything I can help you guys with?' A voice behind you suddenly says.

You turn around and see an employee, her eyes instantly dropping down to the baby in your arms. She immediately coos, just like everyone who sees Nabi for the first time.

"We're just browsing a little," Jungkook answers.

"How old is she?" The employee's eyes are still fixed on Nabi.

"Four months," you say, looking down at Nabi and smiling at her.

"I have to say, your body looks absolutely stunning, even after having a baby."

"Oh, I-" you stammer, a little dumbfounded at her assumption that you're Nabi's mum. "Actually, I'm-" Searching for help, you look at Jungkook. But he's got other plans in mind. He's pulling you to him by your waist, giving it a little squeeze, which makes you stop talking.

"Yeah, she looks so gorgeous, doesn't she?"

Your cheeks feel hot and you press your lips together. He's so gonna get a smack at the back of his head for this.

The employee's smile widens. "I'll be around if you need any help."

"What the hell, Jungkook?" you snap once the employee is out of earshot.

"What? You're gonna be mad cause I gave you a compliment?"

"I'm mad at you for lying!"

He rolls his eyes. "I bet she'd be more confusing if we told her that you aren't Nabi's mum."

"Whatever," you mutter.

A good half an hour later you're at the cash register - with too many clothes for it to just be like, how you'd initially claimed it, browsing, but you can't resist tiny baby clothes and Jungkook can't resist you - the employee gives Nabi a soft look before she looks up at you and Jungkook.

"I'll give you 15 percent discount for this purchase," she says.

"Oh, that's totally not necessary-" you start, but you get cut off by her.

"It's fine! You're such a cute couple with an adorable baby girl. There's no way I'm letting you pay the full price."

Jungkook interwines your fingers with his. "We appreciate it."

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the stupid smile he gives the employee.

"You did this on purpose," you accuse Jungkook as you both walk out of the baby boutique. "You knew she'd give us some discount if she thought we were a cute couple with an even cuter baby."

"So? I just saved a lot of money," he shrugs.

"You're insufferable."

"We're going to the bookstore now," Jungkook says.

"Oh? Are we?"

He nods. "You can pick out a book and then we can go eat some dinner."

"Let's make it two books."

"Fine."

You smile, hugging his arm. "You know, let me rephrase what I said earlier. You're not insufferable. You're the sweetest and I love being with you and you're the kindest person ever."

"You're gonna keep saying things like if I buy you three books?"

Without missing a beat, you immediately start to shower him with more compliments. "You're the nicest and loveliest person to ever exist and I love you so so so much-"

long way home 14 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: crying koo :(

summary: the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

a/n: 🤧🤧🤧🤧

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | gonna add the links tmrw im too tired rn

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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5 months ago

When you picked up Jungkook's call you didn't expect him to utter a desperate and exhausted "I need you", followed shortly by a deep, wretched sigh.

You didn't ask follow up questions. Didn't ask where he had been for the last two weeks, why he didn't answer you texts or calls. Simply because you know exactly how he must feel like if he calls you because he feels vulnerable and helpless. And you'll always be there for him whenever needs you.

20 minutes later and you're knocking on his door. He doesn't open immediately, but once he does you're left with a very confusing picture.

Jungkook has a tiny, sleeping baby in his arms.

"She just fell asleep, please don't make too much noise," Jungkook whispers.

You close the door as you enter his apartment, your eyes not leaving the small baby girl in his arms.

The second thing you notice is how tired Jungkook looks like. His hair is a mess, you can see the dark bags under his eyes from a distance.

You don't notice the state of his apartment - messy, unorganised and chaotic - until later, you are too distracted fixing your attention on Jungkook's big arms carrying a tiny human. His tattooed arm is supporting her neck while his other hand is placed on her back.

Jungkook walks down the hallway and you follow him.

"Are you a babysitter now? What have I missed?"

Jungkook enters his gaming/home gym room and the slight jocularity that had spread through you disappears as soon as you take a look around the room.

There's a crib. In his room. Where his whole gaming set up was supposed to be.

Jungkook bends down, softly placing the little girl inside the crib. He saunters back to you, leaving the door ajar.

"Who's baby is that?" you inquire. The answer should be obvious but it can't be.

With a deep stare into you eyes he says, "It's my baby." He closes his eyes, seemingly aware of how bizarre and sudden this must sound for you.

You blink once, twice. But you don't know what to say.

Jungkook starts walk towards his living room and you're right behind him.

"I...I haven't seen you for two weeks now and you...you have a baby?"

He leans against the back of his couch and you halt in front of him.

"God, I know how fucking absurd this looks like. I mean, I didn't know either."

Your brows instantly go up at this. "What? What do you mean you didn't know either?"

"I-" He ruffles his hair, eyes cast down before he continues a moment later. "Sora showed up, like two weeks ago, with Nabi in a car seat and told me that she'd been pregnant after we broke up and..." Jungkook trails off, one of his hands forming into a fist. "She said she thought the baby was from her boyfriend - or ex-boyfriend now, I don't fucking know - but after Nabi was born he insisted on taking a paternity test. He wasn't Nabi's dad."

Your mouth hangs open. "Are you sure that you're...?"

"She promised. Sora promised she hadn't been with any other men." Jungkook continues, "She was crying. And I told her that we should talk about this, discuss things. But she wouldn't listen. She said she couldn't do this alone, said that she had tried but everything became too much for her. And then she left. She fucking left me alone with a baby. I didn't have food, or clothes or diapers or anything."

"I was...I didn't know what to do. I called Sora. Hundredths of times. She didn't pick up once. I messaged her, asked her to help me, told her that we could somehow figure this out. But she blocked me. She fucking blocked me!"

"Fuck, Sora left without even telling me Nabi's name!" He raises his hands in the air, his anger taking over. "I only found out because she put the birth certificate in that stupid baby car seat."

You see the tears shining in his eyes, but you stay quiet, allowing him to continue his rant.

"And then I went to the store to buy her stuff. I bought diapers and clothes and formula. But then this lady told me I wasn't allowed to buy more than two boxes of formula, which, what the fuck? I don't fucking understand that."

"You know, I thought, I though maybe I could handle this. But I just - I can't, y/n. I swear I tried. I tried so fucking hard to be a good dad but this, this won't work. I don't - I don't know what to do anymore. I haven't showed up at work since she's here. I could hire a babysitter, but shit, you saw how small she is? I'm not letting Nabi alone with a fucking stranger. She is my...I can't do that."

A single tear rolls down his cheek. "Hey," you whisper softly, a hand traveling up his face to swipe his tear away.

"I tried to be good. I tried everything, y/n. But she's always crying and screaming and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm exhausted."

"It's okay," you tell him, wiping away another tear. "We can figure this out together."

In that moment, Nabi's wailing is heard from her room. You stop Jungkook before he can move to get her.

"I'll get her. You can stay here."

Once you're in Nabi's room you scoop her up in your arms. "Hi Nabi," you coo. You sway her in your arms and she slowly calms down. She's still awake though, watching you with her big eyes. They look similar to Jungkook's.

As you look around the room you can't help but think about how ridiculous it looks. There's a treadmill, a power rack and a pec deck machine and then there's a wooden crib in the corner. How lovely.

"You're not gonna leave that room like that, are you?" You ask as you walk back and sit down next to Jungkook on the couch, Nabi still in your arms.

"I'll renovate that room. I just haven't had time for that yet."

You look down at Nabi, her eyes slowly falling shut. "How old is she?"

"Almost 4 weeks." Jungkook gazes at you both. "Her cuteness makes up for the restless nights she gives me."

You look at him and notice the redness in his eyes. You don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep or because he just cried a little. Nonetheless, he looks exhausted as hell and you feel sorry for him. He shouldn't have to do this all by himself."

"Thank you for coming."

"I'll always be here when you need me." With a soft smile adorning your face you try to tame his unkempt hair. "How are you feeling?"

A gloomy sigh escapes his mouth. "Tired."

"Didn't get any sleep in the last 2 weeks?"

He rubs his eyes. "Barely." Jungkook puts his head back, sighing deeply with closed eyes. "I just don't get why Sora thought Nabi would be better off with me. I'm fucking miserable at this. I'm alone and supposed to raise a child? A baby ? This- this is not gonna fucking work."

"Hey," you frown and nudge him lightly on the shoulder. "You have me." You scoot closer to him. "You'll always have me."

He doesn't look assured yet, so you add, "We can do this together, Koo. You don't have to be alone. We'll go through this together. You and me. Just like always." You give him an encouraging smile and you see the hope  slowly springing up in his sad eyes.

"You'd to that?" he inquires. "You'd to this with me?" His voice is quiet, almost like he's afraid to ask that question.

"I'm not leaving you. Not ever."

"You're like-" He pauses, brooding over his next words. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Your whole body gets drowned in a silly, euphoric feeling. A shy smile appears on your face.

"Get some rest. I'll be here for the whole time." Looking down at the tiny girl in your arms you say, "I'll take good care of her."

Jungkook gets up and stands in front of you. "Thank you," he whispers. Gently, he cups your face with his big hands. His thumbs slowly skim over your skin. "I don't deserve you." Jungkook leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead.

~

You cleaned Jungkook's whole apartment. It was a mess when you got here and now every thing is tidy again. Hopefully it'll stay like this.

Now it's 2am, Nabi is in a deep slumber after you fed her, and you need to go home.

You don't want to leave without letting Jungkook know. Slowly, you open his bedroom door. He lies on his stomach, limbs outstretched and fast asleep, just like his little girl in the next room.

You knock on the door. "Jungkook?"

He tosses in his bed but contrary to your expectations, he immediately rises from the bed, stumbling on his feet as he strides towards you.

"Everything good?" he makes sure, voice groggy.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Nabi's asleep and I've tidied up your apartment. I don't think I've ever seen it this clean," you chuckle.

A weak smile falls on Jungkook's lips. "You're the best," he mutters, pulling you into a hug. He rests his chin on your head and slowly sways to the left and right with you. "You're the the best," he repeats, his nose rubbing against your hair and inhaling deep. "And you smell good."

You giggle. "And you're drunk on sleep." You push him back by the chest, leaning away a little. "I think I should go now."

"No, no no. What are you talking about?" A slight frown settles on his features. "You can stay here." He pauses, then adds, a little softer, "I need you to stay over. Please?"

Before you realise it, you're already nodding.

And then Nabi starts crying. She cried a lot while you were cleaning up Jungkook's apartment, but never for too long, somehow she always calmed down when she was in your embrace.

"I'll get her," Jungkook says. "I think she got used to sleeping in my bed at night."

He leaves the room to get Nabi and you're left with a slight pout on your lips, the thought of Jungkook sleeping with teeny tiny Nabi in his big bed making your heart clench.

Not soon after you're dressed in something comfier and have brushed your teeth. You slide into the bed, Nabi already in the middle of the bed, close to Jungkook. Despite her loud cries from earlier, she seems to be fast asleep again.

"She's so tiny," you say, brushing over her soft cheek with your finger.

"Thanks for staying with me."

You look over at Jungkook, smiling. "Of course."

Jungkook pecks your cheek, whispering the softest "Love you" you've ever heard.

"Love you too, new baby daddy."

Jungkook grimaces. "Don't call me that."

"But that's what you are now," you point out.

"Well, then you're my baby mama."

Now you're the one grimacing. "Ew. That sounds awful."

"But that's what you are now," he mimics you.

You roll your eyes. "Just go back to sleep please."

"The come closer. Why the fuck are you so far away." Jungkook grabs your waist and draws you closer.

"I don't wanna crush Nabi."

But Jungkook is having none of that. He grabs your calve, pulling your leg over his body. "Now I can go to sleep." He slides an arm across Nabi, placing it on your hip.

You nuzzle your face into the pillow that smells of him. "Good night."

"Good night, baby."

long way home 10 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: they're just disgustingly sweet in this one i wanna cry, they talk about period?

summary: the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

a/n: this left me craving for some chocolate cake 🥴

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Jungkook," you whine.

"Y/n."

Your chest heavily rises up and down, partly because you've been quarreling with Jungkook for a good ten minutes and partly because the whiff you get from Jungkook's laundry detergent - because he's hovering over you - makes you dizzy in the head.

"Please?" you try again, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Give me the remote."

"No."

"Y/n." The demanding cadency of his voice sends little shivers down your spine. You slide further down the couch till you're fully laying on your back. Both arms still behind your back to hide the remote from him.

"I don't wanna watch an action movie," you sulk.

"And I don't wanna watch a sappy k-drama."

"We won't be watching a sappy k-drama."

He rolls his eyes, followed by a groan right after. "All k-dramas are sappy."

"They're not!"

"Baby, please," he says. Jungkook nuzzles his head between your shoulder and neck. His arms are caging your head between them.

"But it's my birthday." You let both your arms come out from behind your back, the remote still uncomfortably laying between your spine and the couch. Your fingers naturally comb through his fluffy dark hair.

"Technically, it was yesterday." His mumbling against your neck has you biting your lip for a moment. His hands find your waist and you feel his fingers slowly trying to reach under your back.

You bend your leg and kick him on his tummy with your knee. "Don't you fucking dare," you snap, hands wrapped around his wrists to stop him.

Raising his head from your neck he looks down at you with a glower.

"Don't look at me like that," you huff. "I wanna watch Vincenzo. And it won't be sappy at all! It's about mafia and...well, I don't know much about it except that Song Joong-ki plays the lead role. You'll probably end up liking it too." You can't stop yourself from reaching for Jungkook's mouth and thumbing his bottom lip. You play with his lip piercing for a couple of seconds, staring at with fascination like you've never seen it before.

Jungkook sighs. "Fine."

You smile at your win. Jungkook pushes himself off the couch. Just when you're sitting up too and type the name of the drama into the TV, Nabi suddenly starts wailing in the nursery room.

Jungkook gets up without a word. Before he enters her nursery you hear him say, "Did my little butterfly wake up, hm?"

He walks out with Nabi hugging his side a few seconds later. "It's dinner time for miss Nabi now," Jungkook announces a he walks past you with Nabi, who has crocodile tears running down her chubby cheeks and little sniffles escaping her lips.

You grow soft for a second before you jump up and follow them to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry too," you say.

With still a pout visible on her lips, Nabi stretches her arms out for you.

A smile appears on your face and you take her in your arms. Now that Jungkook has his hands free, he opens a cabinet and pulls out a glass jar of baby food.

"But we just had burgers?" Jungkook replies confused.

It has probably been only two hours since you've had burgers at that new place that Jungkook was so excited to try out.

"I know. I'm just craving some chocolate right now." You open up the drawer where he stores all of his snacks inside.

"I dunno if I have any left," Jungkook mumbles, too occupied with preparing Nabi's food.

"Oh, what's that?" you ask as something that has chocolate on the package peaks your interest. But as you bring it closer to study it you realise that it's mint chocolate. You scrunch up your nose. "Ew." You put it back into the drawer. "Can you believe that your dada eats something like that, Nabi? He's so weird, isn't he?"

"People who dislike mint chocolate are the weird ones."

"Jungkook, you need to go grocery shopping. Your snacks are very disappointing. There's no chocolate." You close the drawer with a huff.

"I had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow," he tells you. "Why are you so keen to eat chocolate now anyway?"

"Got my period today," you mutter as you walk past him to get to the refrigerator.

"What?" Jungkook turns to you, eyes big. "Are you okay?"

You nod, opening the refrigerator door to scan the food inside.

"Really? I can get you some pain killers? A heat pad? Want me to go the the convenience store real quick and get you some chocolate?"

His caringness coaxes a smile on your lips. "No need to. I'm actually doing fine this time around." No cramps, no aching back, no sensitive boobs. The only symptom you're suffering from is your craving for chocolate.

"No cramps?" he inquires.

"Uh-huh."

There's still concern lingering in Jungkook's eyes when you take a quick look at him. "I can make some popcorn if you'd like."

"Sounds good."

Nabi plays with your hair while you continue to examine the contents of the refrigerator.

You gasp when your eyes land on a piece of cake. "The cake!" you exclaim, your greedy hand immediately reaching for it.

"Right. I totally forgot about it."

The waitress mistook Jungkook and you for a couple and gave the both of you a piece of a chocolate cake to share. You both were too full to even have a bite, so Jungkook asked to get it boxed up. This wasn't the first time someone had misjudged Jungkook and you for a couple, but it was still awkward.

You sit down the kitchen table with your cake and a fork.

It doesn't need much longer till Nabi's food is ready. You feed her while eating too and Jungkook is busy making popcorn.

"You know, your life would be much easier with a microwave," you observe as you watch Jungkook standing in front of the closed pot with the popcorn inside.

"Microwaves are harmful."

"But imagine how fast it could heat up your food?"

"I'm not getting one."

"You could save so much time not having to put Nabi's food in a water bath every time."

"I can wait 5 minutes."

"But can Nabi?"

"Nabi isn't a glutton. She can wait."

"Wouldn't agree with that," you say as you watch Nabi dip her fingers into the glass jar.

Jungkook turns around. You can see the exact moment when crease between his eyebrows vanishes and a faint smile tugs on his lips as he takes in the sight of Nabi messily trying to eat more of her food.

He walks toward her, probably wanting to help to clean her up, but then he hears it pop on the stove and immediately spins around.

"Please don't burn the kitchen down." You take a few tissues from the table and wipe Nabi's tiny fingers clean with it.

"I've got this!" A few seconds pass before Jungkook says, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." You give Nabi a spoonful of food before you let yourself eat some of the cake.

"What's going on between Jimin and you?" He looks over his shoulder, a solemn expression on his face.

"We're friends," you shrug. You knew he was going to mention Jimin at one point. You weren't exactly sure when though.

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends. Why?"

Now he's the one that shrugs. "Just asking. Didn't look like friends to me yesterday, that's all."

Well, that's because he didn't know what had happened before, but you don't feel like explaining either. You also don't feel like telling him that you made out with Jimin again yesterday night. Maybe some other time.

"He is nice though. I don't get why you don't like him."

"I do like him. When have I ever said that I don't?"

"I can tell when you don't like someone."

"I don't have anything against him," he presses.

"Okay, if you say so." You don't want to argue with him so you change the topic. "Hey, do you still have the party hat that you put on Nabi yesterday?" you ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanna take a picture with Nabi wearing it and send it to my mum."

"Sure, I'll give it to you later."

Once the popcorn is done you three are back in the living room, watching the k-drama that you had picked out for the night. Nabi is laying on Jungkook's chest with her back and a pacifier in her mouth. You've got your leg thrown over his lap, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. You love to cuddle with them, it feels safe and comforting.

"You sure you're okay?" Jungkook's hands moves to your tummy, patting it gently.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Good," he says, but doesn't stop to softly rub his hand at the place just beneath your tummy.

Jungkook only leans back satisfied after he gives Nabi and you a kiss on the temple.

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

This, you think. This is what love feels like.

long way home 09 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: cheeky jimin, shirtless jimin, sad jealous angy gguk

summary: the one where jungkook wants to surprise you on your birthday but then he gets surprised with a half naked jimin in your apartment.

a/n: i've got nothing to say except that i envisioned lwh!jk as that one baby pic of bam, where he was held by jk, at that one particular line

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

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"Should we really already start drinking now?" You watch Jimin filling the glasses with the red wine, perturbation contorting your face. "Of course. We gotta see if the wine I bought for you is actually delectable." "But I get drunk easily, tho." "I know," he replies, handing you your drink. "But I'll take care of you today." A coquettish grin falls over his lips.

You feel your cheeks heating up. "Fine," you say, accepting the wine. You clink glasses and both take a sip. You savour the taste of it for a moment before swallowing. "Mhm, this actually tastes good" you exclaim, turning to him to see his reaction. He agrees with a nod. "This is really good." You're both in your kitchen while you do the little wine taste test. Soon you'll both be leaving to get dinner with Seulgi. And after that you'll go clubbing with them. You set your glass on the counter before you turn around and open the fridge. "I think I've got some-" you twirl around again to grab open up a drawer but you didn't realise that Jimin got closer to you, making it inevitable not to collide with him. The glass of wine that he has been holding spills all of its liquid on Jimin's pullover and on the floor. You grab his biceps to avoid tripping. Luckily, the glass doesn't fall on the floor. There's just a huge puddle of red wine on the ground. You don't even want to look at Jimin's pullover that got half of the wine splashed on it. "Oh my God," you mumble in shock. Looking at this red stained pullover with a guilty face you say, "Please tell me this was an old pullover that you wouldn't care about never being able to wear again?" "Actually, this was the last thing my grandma gifted me before she passed away." Your eyes widen. "Jimin - I'm...I'm so-" Suddenly he starts laughing and although you're usually totally whipped for his squeaky laughter, you get confused hearing him amused. "Y/n, it's fine. This is just something I bought last week and I'm sure there is a way to get the stain out." "You-...your grandma didn't pass away?" "No, she's all fine. Probably making kimchi while watching the currently airing drama on TV." "Don't you ever scare me like that again." You squint your eyes at him, threatening him with your pointer finger. He just chuckles and you can't stay mad for too long. You look down at the mess on the floor. "I can clean this up," Jimin offers, but you shake your head. "You should change your clothes. I've got some of Jungkook hoodies in my closet. Just open the left door of my closet and they should be in the second drawer." It takes him a second before he starts moving. "I- okay, thank you." You watch him as he leaves the kitchen. You almost turn around to clean the floor, but then you get side tracked by Jimin pulling his pullover off of his body. You only see his back but oh fuck, his back is enough to get your imagination going. As quickly as the imaginations emerge in your mind, they all disappear at once with the sound of the door bell. You know who it is without even having to check. Jungkook has been texting you all day since morning. And all you had responded with was a "thank u <3" and ignored every call of his later on. When you open the door your surprised to find Jungkook standing with his back facing you. "Jungkook?" Abruptly, he whirls around, making Nabi who's strapped against his chest squeal in delight. She has a tiny party hat on her, chubby cheeks looking like little apples the way she smiles. "Happy Birthday!" Jungkook exclaims, his biggest smile on display. You've got two pairs of doe eyes staring at you with so much happiness, it makes your heart drown in love and fondness. You notice the gift in Jungkook's hands, a cuboid shaped present, neatly packed in some wrapping paper. "Thank you," you say. A smile falling over your face as you look at Nabi with that cute hat on her head. "She looks adorable." "You look beautiful as well," Jungkook replies, eyes briefly ogling the short and tight skirt that hugs your curves. He clears his throat. "Okay so, I've got some things planned for today," he begins. "First I wanted to pick out a fancy restaurant with the best food to ever exist but then I realised that you don't like fancy settings and stuff like that, soo I decided that we could stop by at the new burger place? They have a five star Google rating and I think that says a lot." "Jungkook-" "After dinner we could, I

don't know, watch a movie at my place? Get ice cream? Take a walk along the river? Play Uno? It's totally your choice, birthday girl. Oh and we should definitely-" "Jungkook." "Hm?" He stops his long speech about the plans he has for your birthday with the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. "I actually already have plans for tonight." "Oh? Let me hear. But we're definitely going to that burger place. Nabi is so excited to have her first burger in her life." "No, I mean-" you pause, uncertain how to tell him that yes, you've got plans but no, he's not involved in them. "Jimin and Seulgi planned to go clubbing with me today." The boyish grin on his face fades. Jungkook looks like a kicked puppy when the realisation starts hitting him. He can't come with you. His babysitter doesn't work for him today. "We're getting dinner before that, though. You could tag along with us if you'd like?" you try to make the guilt that claws on your skin vanish by asking him that, though you can already sense his answer. "Y/n, I couldn't find-" you turn your head when you hear Jimin's voice next to you, jerking a little at his sudden appearance. "Oh," he stops, taking a look at Jungkook standing at the door. "Didn't know you were here." Jimin greets Jungkook with a genuine smile, but you don't miss the little sparkle of mischief shining in his eyes. And it's only then when you realise that Jimin is - still - shirtless. His etched in stone abs - with deep cuts that you could wash clothes on - are enormously distracting you come to realise when you have to gulp and blink before you can force yourself to shift your gaze back to Jimin's face. Jimin's mouth twitches. He's holding back a grin and you're glad he does, because you're sure you wouldn't survive one of his charming smirks while he is shirtless - his toned upper body all on display. You look back to Jungkook, only to find him already staring at you. He raises his eyebrows as if he wanted to say mind to tell me what's going on? But you're so startled, nothing comes out of your mouth. Jungkook's nostrils flare. He looks Jimin up and down, his jaw twitching. "You're coming with us, Jungkook?" Jimin asks, totally unfazed by the situation. "No, I'm not coming with y'all." He sends a piercing stare Jimin's way before he sets his gaze back to you. "We can hang out tomorrow, right?" Jungkook asks you, despite his cold demeanour, his voice softens when he talks to you. "Sure, yeah, we can do all the things you had planned tomorrow." You nod as you talk, ending your sentence with an encouraging smile. You don't know why he is so huffy all of a sudden - well, it's probably because for years you've spent your birthday with Jungkook and now he has to find out that you're having plans without him on this day - but you try to get him into the mood that he was in two minutes ago. "You should still get your present, tho," Jungkook says, handing you his gift. "Open it when you're alone, please." "Thank you, I will." You weigh it in your hands, curios as to what it might be. "So, you'll be just standing half naked in front of the entrance or...?" Jungkook inquires, his pierced brow raised as he casts a questioning look to Jimin. "Jungkook," you warn, scowling at him. "Don't be rude." "Just asking," Jungkook mumbles. "No, I just wanted to-" Jimin starts explaining, but you cut him off. "No, it's fine, Jimin. Jungkook wanted to leave now anyway, right?" Jungkook narrows his eyes at you. "I guess." "Thanks for stopping by. And thanks for the gift," you say. "Oh, and thank you, too, Nabi." You softly pinch her doughy check, coaxing a bright smile out of her. "See ya tomorrow." "I'll get going then." He manages to force a tight lipped smile on his mouth before he leaves. You close the door, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. Ignoring and storing away all the mixed feelings that float around your body, you ask, "how couldn't you find a hoodie in my closet?" "I dunno, I checked right where you said they'd be, but they weren't." You try not to look

down, but it's inevitable. Your eyes flick down to Jimin's chest and you huff a little annoyed. "Just- don't-" you can't even form a sentence. Jimin smirks. "What?" You look away, feeling the blood rush through your cheeks again. "Nothing." ~ You don't know what time it is when you arrive home. You're drunk and tired and couldn't care less. When you finally change into your pyjamas are ready to tumble into bed you notice the present on your duvet. Jungkook. You totally forgot about his gift. Within a few seconds you grab the present and unwrap it, probably a little too brutal - and maybe a little too excited - than you'd normally need to. You frown when you realise what Jungkook's gift is. It's your favourite fantasy novel. But why would he gift that to you? You already have it at home. In both the paperback and hardcover version. You open the book to see if it's maybe signed by the author but then you stumble across Jungkook's handwriting. On the front page he had written when he had started and finished reading the book. You sit down on your bed. He read your favourite book? That doesn't make sense. He would never pick up a book. No matter how many times you've wanted him to read one of your favourites. But as you flick through the book you see all the little notes he wrote with his black pen on the side of the pages. Sometimes there were sticky notes attached when his thoughts were too long to write next to the paragraphs. It's a thick book as well, so you're stunned to see almost every page marked with his black ink. On the very last page, there is a folded piece of paper attached to it. You unfold it. You didn't expect to see Jungkook writing a full review about the book, but he did. You skim most of the parts, too tired to read through it (and maybe because that way you'd have something worth anticipating for when you wake up the next morning). Your whole body is filled with little butterflies flying around and filling you with so much happiness, you can't help but smile. Jungkook, you think. You sigh contentedly as you slowly let your back hit the mattress while you hold the letter up in the air. A tiny giggle escapes your lips. You can't wait to start rereading your favourite book again, and this time you'd have Jungkook's thoughts scribbled all over the pages with you. Before you fold the letter again and put it back into the book, your eyes land on the last line of his review. I think I'll always love whatever you love, too.

long way home 08 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friend to lovers, angst

warnings: jk helping oc to get changed, jk having some dirty thoughts🙄, he's kinda obsessed w her boobs

summary: the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

a/n: the last update in 2021!!! 💫💫🌸💗

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

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3 months ago

When Jungkook got texts from you at 4 am saying "hello" - "i hope ur still awake bcause" - "i called a cab and" - "here's the thing" - "i forgot my address" - "so i told him urs" - "sorry" - "u better be awake" "im tired and i wan cuddles" he knew that he was in for a long night.

It had been a long night already. His two month old baby refused to have a decent sleep this night. By now, Jungkook has figured out Nabi's weaknesses though - she loves hearing him softly sing a lullaby for her. And despite her falling asleep within seconds after he begins to softly hum a tune, she wakes up minutes later, crying and screaming. That cycle went on for hours and hours tonight.

Right now she's fast asleep again, Jungkook already counting the minutes till she will wake up again.

Although it's the middle of the night and Jungkook barely got any rest - he doesn't feel tired. His baby girl wailing in his arms for countless of times this night hasn't allowed drowsiness to swamp his body. His sleeping schedule is messed up anyways.

That's why Jungkook is slouching on his couch in the middle of the night, watching some movie on Netflix that he randomly selected from the action category.

He texts you that he is, indeed, awake and that you're welcome to spent the night at his.

Jungkook is actually glad that you're coming over. He's seen you a lot these past weeks because you try to help him with Nabi as often as possible, but he could never get enough of you being with him. Your presence is making him happier, a fact that would always stay the same.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer that he just fished out from the fridge. He closes his eyes for a second. Maybe he's not tired but he feels the exhaustion lingering in his limbs.

He loves Nabi - he really does - but on nights like these he gets reminded of how hard it is to have a new born and to come accustomed to drastically changing your whole life and routine to have your baby's needs in the center. Especially if you didn't know that a new born would be thrown into your life without having any preparation for...anything.

It still gives Jungkook big fat headache whenever he thinks about his ex.

,,Sora," he mutters, spitefully - perhaps even in a disgusted manner.

But no, he wouldn't let his mind drift off to that cruel woman. Not tonight, at least.

"Jungkooook," you sing-song with a giggle following right after, softly knocking on his door.

Your voice instantly causes a smile to fall on Jungkook's mouth. Leaving his beer on the table he gets up and opens the door for you.

"Hiii, Kookie," you beam, almost collapsing into him with how much power you let yourself fall against his body. Your arms are around his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest. He wasn't even properly able to see your face before you snuggled against him.

Jungkook closes the door behind you before he rests his palms on the curve of your hip.

"Hey," he greets back, looking down at your face squished against his body. "You're not falling asleep right?"

"Noo, just, " - you rub your cheek against his muscular front, taking a deep breath through your nose - "missed you," you finish.

"We had a movie night yesterday, baby," Jungkook reminds you. His hands wander up your cold and bare arms. "Didn't you wear a jacket? Y/n, it's freezing outside." He scowls, rubbing your arms to warm you up.

"I..." you raise your head, staring at his chest with furrowed brows and deep in thoughts. "I had one on," you say. "Must have forgotten it somewhere."

Jungkook is already enough concerned about you catching a cold every time you wear these flimsy low-cut dresses to a nights out. Like, he can look right into your cleavage and god, your tits look amazing and he'd like to squeeze his head in between them for the rest of his life, but the temperature outside are fucking low and now you tell him that you forgot your jacket somewhere? Maybe you should catch a cold to learn your lesson. When he thinks about it, it actually sounds nice because then you could stay at his place and he could take care of you.

Jungkook blinks a few times. You're barely a minute here and already got him confused in the head - from being concerned to thinking about his face between your gorgeous tits to taking care of you when you're sick.

He sighs, shaking off all his thoughts. "Let's get you warmed up again."

Jungkook guides you to his bedroom by your hips. He sits you down on the edge of his bed, opening his closet to get a pullover from his and some sweatpants that you've left here a while ago.

Returning to you, he sets the clothes next to you on the bed. Jungkook kneels down, fiddling with the strap of your black heels before getting them off for you. He remembers you saying that these are the most comfortable high heels you've ever worn. He doesn't quite remember why he remembers such trivial things. With the knowledge he has about your heels he doesn't need to ask if you're feet are fine or if they hurt but he decides to ask anyway, just because he wants to make sure.

"Do your feet-" He gets cut off, well, not really cut off more like distracted by the fleeting view of the underside of your boobs before they vanish beneath the pullover that you pulled over your head. You had pulled your dress down to your tummy, fixing the pullover that now covered your upper half.

"Hm?" you ask, looking at him with those big gullible eyes because he didn't finish his sentence.

Jungkook gulps, mumbling a "nothing" under his breath.

You lift your hips, getting the dress off completely.

Jungkook doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't, but - oh, are those new? He doesn't remember ever seeing you in some baby blue lace panties. They're cute though, look fancy and just absolutely radiate push them to the side and fuck you in nothing but these pretty panties on energy.

And then shove his face between your boobs and his night would be saved.

His thoughts are moving around dangerous territory right now and, what a surprise, he feels something moving and aching between his legs as well. He blames his 2 month long dry spell for this.

Nevertheless, Jungkook pushes those thoughts away and helps you get into the sweatpants.

"Where's my little baby?" you inquire, hands around Jungkook's biceps to help yourself up from the bed.

"Sleeping. And if you wake her up I'll never forgive you."

"Hmm, though night?" Your arms naturally loop around his neck.

Jungkook nods, your presence giving him much needed comfort. He draws you closer by pulling you by your waist.

"Let's sleep?" you suggest. "Want cuddles," you pout.

"I can tuck you into bed. I'm not tired yet."

"Watchu doing?"

"Just gonna finish watching that movie."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

~

Jungkook doesn't even care about the movie.

He cares more about paying attention to how perfectly you're body fits into his. You're cuddling him from the side, leg thrown over his lap, arm across his front.

He has a lazy arm thrown over your shoulder, thumb grazing over your clothed body.

"Jungkook?" you say, handing him the glass of water that he gave you to sober up a little. He leans forward to place it on the table.

"Mhm?"

"I just had a thought."

"Congratulations."

You ignore him his teasing. "What if parallel universes were a thing?"

"Would be pretty dope, I guess."

"With like the same people and stuff," you continue.

Jungkook hums, acknowledging that you've said something but not commenting on it.

You gasp a little. "What if there's a parallel universe where we're not friends but enemies?" Your eyes widen in shock.

Jungkook smiles at your cuteness. "That'd suck." His hand slips underneath your pullover, thumb rubbing over your warm skin on your hip bone.

"Or one in which we don't even know each other." There's a scowl on your face like that thought alone makes you sick.

"Then I'll take the enemies one. Can't live my life without you." It's sounds corny but it's the truth.

"You know what I also thought about?" you ask almost hesitantly, fingers brushing over his chest.

"Hm?" His hand on your hip pulls you closer to him.

"A parallel universe in which we both would be dating."

"You think that'd be a good idea?" he asks.

"Well, better than not knowing each other." You frown. "What do you think?"

"Not a good idea."

Your frown deepens, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"There are too many reasons not to be with you."

You raise your head to look into his eyes. He can't decipher what's going though your mind right now. But you look a little startled, maybe he'd go that far to call it hurt. But that's...why would you feel hurt? Was he too harsh? It's not like - no, it's definitely not like you're hurt because you have feelings for him...right? That couldn't be.

But that look in your eyes stays for a little longer and Jungkook doesn't know what's the truth anymore.

When he thinks about it - why would you think about him and you being together? You're drunk, he tells himself. You don't know what you're saying. He shouldn't put a deep meaning into you drunkenly fantasising about things.

Aren't drunk words sober thoughts, tho?

But then, thankfully, his suspicion gets proved wrong when you look away with a roll of your eyes. "You're rude."

Jungkook heaves a little sigh of relief. "I'm just stating facts. We're better off as friends."

"That's true," you agree. "But you're still rude. And your facts are stupid."

"You're stupid."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"You started."

The banter continues till Jungkook feels your palm colliding with the back of his head.

~

"Hey...why are you still awake?" Jungkook wonders as he looks down at you.

After the movie Jungkook brought you to his bed. You're head rests atop his chest and for the past minutes you've been staring into the darkness, your head full of thoughts.

You shortly avert your eyes at him before continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"You know, if you want to fall asleep you'd have to close your eyes," he tells you, fingers brushing trough your hair.

You don't have the energy to answer him. You just grumble something incoherently.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he inquires, his question only a whisper and you hate how much he cares.

Because you thought maybe, maybe after all this time he'd feel the same. Just a little bit.

He gave you an answer tonight. You didn't even notice where you were steering the conversation at. But then you had that thought in mind and you just went for it because...well, there was still hope in you left.

Now you know. And you realise you were foolish to have hope left.

When you're about to answer with a stupid excuse as to why you're not able to sleep, Nabi's cries resound through the apartment.

Without another word Jungkook pushes your thigh off his body and climbs out of the bed to get to Nabi.

As soon as you're left alone there are tears stinging your eyes.

You shut your eyes close, burying your face into the pillow and desperately try to fall asleep. To not feel the pain anymore.

When you wake up tomorrow every thing will be fine. You'll forget what he said to you.

But it's hard going to sleep when there's this annoying thought looping in your mind. It's unstoppable and insufferable.

When Jungkook comes back you pretend to be asleep. He doesn't notice. He simply gives you a peck on the forehead and pulls you into his arms. You hate how you're heart feels like when he does all of that.

So you lie there awake for the whole night, with you're heart aching and your hope only existing as broken pieces, and Jungkook's remark embedded in your head.

There are too many reasons not to be with you.

long way home 03 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: jealous jk, drunk oc

summary: the one where you had a little too much to drink and, oops, your lips are pressed against someone else's.

a/n: enjoy sad dilf jk hours <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

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When Jungkook got texts from you saying "hiiiii" - "are u still up?" - "i could call a cab but id like to save money" - "hi?" - "lemme call u" - "oh youre online" - "hiii" - "pls take me home?" - "<3" he knew that you had one or two - who was he shitting - probably more than five drinks too much.

It's past 3 am and he's driving through empty streets with Nabi sleeping in the backseat in her little baby seat.

When Jungkook parks right in front of the bar he immediately catches sight of you. And you do too because your legs start walking toward his car and Jungkook can't keep his eyes from gawking at your beautiful body. Your exposed legs, your thighs, your cleavage and that glowing smile curving your lips make Jungkook's heart beat a little faster. You're stunning. And he'll never get over how stunning you are.

Jungkook would have helped you getting into his car but apparently he spent too much time staring at your gorgeous beauty. You stumbled into the passenger's seat before he even had the chance to get out of the car and assist you.

"Kookie," you greet him, way too enthusiastically. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug. "Hii," you say against his neck.

He has to bite back a smile as he hugs you back. "Hey, baby." Jungkook makes sure to put your seat belt on when you lean back again.

When you notice Nabi in the back you halt for a moment. "I shouldn't be too loud." Jungkook nods, driving the car from the parking lot and heading home.

"Had fun tonight?"

"Mhmm," you smile. "A lot, actually."

"Where was Seulgi?"

"She's still there with Jimin. Dunno how they're not exhausted yet." You play with Jungkook's tattooed fingers when he has his hand around the gear shift.

It seems like you're in deep thoughts when you suddenly speak again. "Hey, remember when you were almost two hours late at picking up Nabi last week? That was not nice of you."

"I know, it'll never happen again. I'm sorry." He sighs, sounding disappointed. Jungkook still cringes whenever he thinks of that night and he feels bad for treating you like that.

"It's okay. I do stupid things too sometimes."

"No you don't," he denies. "You never do."

"I did something very stupid today," you confess.

Jungkook sends a quick glance to your side. He can't figure out if you really mean that or if it's just your intoxicated brain over dramatising an insignificant occurrence. You're drunk, you could have done anything, really.

"Mind to tell me or is this gonna be another one of your secrets that you'll hoard for the rest of your life?" He still gets amused just by the fact of quoting your high-school self when Jungkook was in your bedroom after school and was looking through your stuff on the desk and found your diary. He teased you and you ran after him and he held the diary up in the air and laughed when you tried to jump to reach it. You told him that all the pages were full of you crushing on a boy and Jungkook got so curious because he never experienced you having a crush on any boy in school. Eventually he gave the diary back to you because he wasn't an ass and because he respected your privacy and maybe because Jungkook didn't know how he'd feel once he would know on which boy you were having a crush on. Not happy, he knew that for sure.

His thoughts get ripped away when he hears you whispering your confession.

"I kissed Jimin tonight."

"You - what?" He expected a lot. But not that.

"I don't know - we, we were dancing and then I turned around and then he was there and his hands were on my body and it felt nice so I leaned closer and had a better view on his lips - his lips look so beautiful, Jungkook. Like, I couldn't stop myself because they just looked so kissable. And then it just happened but not for too long...well, if I think about it - maybe it was long, I don't know."

You slump back on the seat. "I just - we work together and, and I don't want this to be messy. I mean, I don't even know if I have feelings for him. He's just - kind and sweet and he makes me feel good."

You whine. "Jungkook."

He's glad that he has to stop at a red light because now he can look at you and doesn't have to watch you ramble and getting frustrated with understanding your emotions through the corner of his eye.

"I'm confused," you pout.

He is too. Not because he doesn't understand his feelings toward someone he kissed at a bar. But because he thought that he managed to storage that weird emotion of bitterness away that always came up soaring his body when you talked about another guy. He thought he had it under control. But yet here he was, struggling to prevent his hands to form fists around the steering wheel.

You return his gaze with big eyes, like he has all the answers to all the questions in the world. Like he could catch all the desirable stars from the night sky and give them to you.

"You're drunk, baby. Your thoughts are a mess right now anyways, so don't overthink it. Tomorrow you can think about it with a clearer mind, yeah?"

"Don't call me that."

"Hm?" Jungkook asks. He's called you baby a thousand times before.

"It makes my heart feel so...dunno...soft? It feels strange, Koo. I don't know if my heart should be feeling like that." You close your eyes and frown. You should have stopped drinking hours ago, Jungkook can see that. But he makes a mental note to call you baby more often because just the thought of your heart feeling soft whenever he calls you that makes his own one grow softer as well.

"You need sleep," he comments.

"I need cuddles."

"You can get them once we're at my place."

"Mh no, not your cuddles."

"Huh?" Now Jungkook is the one twisting his face into a confused frown. But when you're suddenly turn and bend over the small space between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat Jungkook understands who's cuddles you are in need for.

"Y/n, no you can't-" Both his hands are on your waist. Luckily the seat belt it stopping you from going any further. Your already short dress is hiking up the more you resist his grasp. He doesn't look but - okay, maybe he looked at your cute bum for a split second but it's really not his fault because it was there, right in front of his eyes and he just took a short glimpse at it.

You huff and give in, allowing Jungkook to push you back to your seat. The traffic lights turn green again the second you're properly sitting again.

"Nabi's sleeping right now and I doubt she'll be happy being woken up right now - even if it's for cuddles."

You massage your temple with closed eyes. Your little stunt probably got you a little dizzy.

"These shoes are killing me," you groan, taking your heels off.

"You do the same shit every time," Jungkook says, watching how you rub your sore feet against each other.

"But see how cute they look?" you defend, pointing at your heels.

And right after you say that Jungkook parks his car in front of his apartment building. Within a few seconds Jungkook opens up the door at your side and grabs you by the waist to throw you over his shoulder. You squeak surprised but don't protest. It's not like this is the first time he has done this. He pulls your dress down so now weirdo that lurks around the street can see anything.

Jungkook doesn't forget to get your shoes from the car, letting them dangle on his fingers tips. He manages to get Nabi out of the car too, careful not to cause too much movement to not wake her from her deep sleep.

After Jungkook helped you changing into some comfy clothes that you left at his place for moments like this you insist on letting Nabi sleep between Jungkook and you in his bed. Jungkook gives in, knowing that arguing with you while you're drunk isn't going to lead anywhere.

So he lays on his side and watched Nabi and you sleep. Jungkook still can't get Jimin out of his mind. But he forces himself not to think about too much. It's just a kiss. And you even said that you weren't sure if you had feelings for him. You were probably just drunk. That's all.

He bops Nabi's small nose with a little smile on his lips and then proceeds to gently brush you hair behind your ear. You mumble something incoherent and snuggle into his palm that he rested against your cheek.

Forever, Jungkook thought. He could go to bed like this forever. Watch over his most precious girls and fall asleep to that beautiful view.

But those thoughts were just dreams and Jungkook stopped believing in dreams coming true a long time ago.

long way home 01 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, fluff, little bit of angst

warnings: ppl making out, groping, oc lowkey sending jk half nudes LMAO, bebi🥺, oc being a cockblock🙄, typical f2l angst but it's rlly not that deep

summary: the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.

a/n: so it's 4 am for me rn but yay let's start a new jk series and see how this one will go🤪🧍‍♀️

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

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"If she throws a tantrum and won't sleep then lay one of my shirts beside her. That'll keep her settled."

Spraying a few pumps of the familiar perfume Jungkook always uses he walks back to the kitchen.

"Could you warm this up for her? I'm trying to figure out what flavour in baby food she likes but so far she liked none of the ones I bought." He holds said jar of baby food in the air. "If she ends up not liking it - you know where the milk is. Oh and also-"

"Jungkook." You grab his arms when he's back, standing in front of you in the hallway.

"Huh?" Confused at being interrupted while he was giving you the instructions threw him off track. He looks at you with big doe eyes.

"Calm down. I've got this. It's not like this is the first time I'm watching her."

"I know but this is the first time you're watching her in the night, so you have to know her night routine."

"You're right, but you have already told me everything on the phone the other night, remember?" You smile when realisations blooms on Jungkook's face.

"That's....true, yeah, I've already told you everything."

Brushing your fingers through his dark fluffy hair you say, "Tell me, why are you so nervous?" 

"I'm not nervous? I'm totally fine. I'm great, actually."

You roll your eyes. "You gotta stop trying to lie, Koo. We know each other since high-school, I know when you're lying." Arching your eyebrow you continue, "What are you so nervous for?"

"I'm not-" Seeing your expression, he surrenders. "It's just...It's been a while, you know?"

You nod, compassion flickering in your eyes. Seeing that this is his first time having a date after five months of taking care of his little girl you can imagine how anxious he feels.

"I know it can be scary, but honestly? Don't worry, women swoon over you just by you walking past them, get heart shaped eyes, and I could swear they picture themselves with you in their future." Hm. Sounds like teenager you, if you're gonna be completely honest.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, taking your hands in his, squeezing them for reassurance.

"Send me updates as always, please?"

"Sure." You tiptoe to peck his cheek. "Have fun tonight."

"I'll try to be not too late, okay?"

"It's fine, I have Nabi and the book you bought me for this whole evening."

"You haven't read it yet?"

"I told you I like Urban Fantasy and not High Fantsay."

"I bet there isn't a huge difference in the genres," he defends.

"There is, but I have no time to educate you on this topic because else you will be late to your date," you explain, pushing his body towards the door - he obviously wouldn't budge an inch by your strength and only hurries to the door because he didn't realise how late it is already - and shoo him out of the house. "Nabi and I will have the best night of our life's, have fun at your date, daddy!"

"The diapers, y/n! Don't forget to use the new brand! Nabi doesn't like the old ones anymore!" he calls as he walks down the stairs.

Something that feels close upon regret and sadness squeezes your heart when you watch him get into his car through the window.

~

You're thirty minutes into the first episode of a new kdrama that you have started when Nabi's wailing echoes through the entirety of Jungkook's apartment.

"Hii little one," you coo. "Yeah I know, I know. You're so hungry, aren't you?" You take Nabi from her crib, holding her against your chest. Her cries calm a bit. Nabi is used to you. Which only makes sense, because you've been there for her since she was born.

"Let's see..." you mutter, scrutinising the jar of baby food when you arrive in the kitchen. "Potato flavour? Nabi you have to like this. Everyone likes potatoes." Nabi utters a giggle every time you say potato, so the next five minutes you spend holding her in your lap and saying potato in that silly little baby voice that you sometimes use to talk to her.

When she looks into your eyes with her own doe ones, the one that are literally a replica of Jungkook's, you heart warms. She is the cutest little butterfly you've ever seen and you're so glad that Jungkook trusts you enough to let you spend time with her.

You still remember when Jungkook ignored you for two weeks and you thought he is doing it again. But then, one night, you got a call at an ungodly hour. You didn't check on who called you, just answered the phone. It was his drained voice that spoke the words I need you to you and you didn't question it once. Because those were the exact words that you once said to him and you remember how forlorn you've felt. You drove to his place in your ridiculous pj's to be met with a tiny little baby in Jungkook's big arms.

And now it's five months later and you cannot imagine a life without Nabi. It's like she has always been here.

You prepare her baby food while sitting her down on her highchair. She whines a little when you let her go, but you quickly soothe her and distract her with a pacifier.

She takes the first bite cautiously and you watch her with expectant eyes, hoping that she'll like the taste.

"It's so delicious, isn't it?" you coax. After eating her first bite she smiles up at you and you feel the proudest you've felt today. You smile too and scoop up more of the baby food. She leans closer, opening up her tiny mouth.

As you feed her some more you start recording a video of her eating the baby food and send it to Jungkook. 

y/n

i think the problem was you koo

see how she loves it?

baby daddy

🙄

what flavour is it?

need to buy more of that

y/n

potato

baby daddy

ure kidding

that was the first thing i fed her

she hated it

y/n

well

just like i assumed

the problem was who fed her

baby daddy

you're coming over every day now

y/n

i am already tho

baby daddy

true

but i need you to babysit her for more nights

i think i'll be out for some more dates

y/n

is she nice?

baby daddy

more like

perfect

y/n

that's good

im glad

isn't she wondering why you're on your phone

baby daddy

i already told her that im checking up on my baby

y/n

dropped the b-bomb already ?

baby daddy

i need to

package deal, remember?

they say no to nabi and i say no to them

hey

why do you have sm time texting me

aren't you supposed to watch nabi

You take a picture from your perspective, Nabi on your lap, fidgeting and playing with some strands of your hair. There's some food smeared around her mouth. That picture gives him a good look into your cleavage you realise as you press send, but that's nothing compared to the images he got to see on account of years of friendship and Jungkook always being the one you called when you got too wasted.

y/n

she's having a fun time without her daddy

baby daddy

:(

give her a kiss for me

i miss her

y/n

🙄

it's been like an hour or so

relax

and now put your phone away you don't wanna be rude and be on your phone for too long

baby daddy

right

okay

An hour later you manage to put Nabi to sleep. Sometimes she opened her eyes and tiredly watched you through her long lashes and you had to stop yourself from cooing at her. Eventually she fell asleep after resisting the tiredness that overcame her when you swayed her in your arms. It hasn't happened often yet but every time Nabi falls asleep in your arms it feels like the best gift in the entire world. Jungkook probably feels the double amount of emotions when she falls asleep in his embrace since he is her dad but you also took part of raising her and always have that particular feeling blooming in your chest when she shows her comfort in your presence.

You sit down on Jungkook's couch with the book he bought for you a while ago. There wasn't a specific reason why he got it for you. From time to time Jungkook likes surprising you with little gifts.

One morning he randomly showed up with a bouquet of flowers at the coffee shop you work at and you felt all the eyes of the grannie's and grandpa's on you, a warm knowing smile on their faces. You were flustered because flowers seemed to be a more intimate gift than any other thing but you tried to play it off and accepted the pretty flowers.

You don't know how much time has passed but you're already halfway through the book when you hear your phone ringing.

"Yeah?" you ask, confused as to why Jungkook is calling you.

"Hey so uh, I'll be home in about ten minutes. And I thought I'd call you to say you can already head home since it's late. Just lock the door with the keys when you head out."

You're even more confused. "It's fine, Jungkook. I can wait ten minutes."

"No, you're probably tired. And don't you have an early shift in the café tomorrow?"

Well, if he thinks 11 am is early then that's up to him.

"Are you sure?" you ask. Jungkook's overprotective attitude is nowhere to be found right now and that fact alone is pretty concerning.

"Yeah, I'll be home in a few. There's nothing to be worried about."

"Uh, well, if you say so. Then....see you tomorrow I guess?"

"Good night!"

After the call you don't move. Continue sitting on Jungkook's couch and stare at the wall. You pretty much decided from Jungkook's first offer to go home that you won't do what he says. Maybe you're the overprotective one now but you won't leave Nabi alone at home.

You grab your purse and gather your stuff. Bringing the leftovers of cookies - the one from the grocery store that Jungkook absolutely hates (he claims that the ones at your coffee shop are the best in the world) but despite his disgust he still buys them for you every time he goes out for groceries - back in the kitchen.

You shortly stop by at Nabi's nursery room. She's peacefully sleeping and not screaming at the top of her lungs at every hour like she used to in the beginning. Jungkook almost went insane when Nabi wouldn't stop screaming but you were there and if there's one thing in the world that you're the absolute best at then it's keeping Jungkook calm when he's close to exploding.

While watching Nabi so many memories of the past months flood your mind and you can't help but smile. It was hard and exhausting raising a newborn but with Jungkook even the impossible seemed possible.

You resist the urge to give her a good night kiss on her chubby cheeks. You slowly close the door so the hallway light won't disturb her but then you hear the front door opening and stop midst your movement.

You can already picture Jungkook's face when he sees you here and maybe he will be mad for a moment because you didn't listen to him - yeah, you can admit that this happened a lot of times already but sometimes Jungkook can be really unreasonable so it's not your fault.

You walk down the hallway, already accepting your fate when you hear something. Not something but someone. Someone is moaning.

And you're so bewildered that you keep walking because what the hell is he doing? But when you round the corner and see what the hell he is doing you wish you would have listened to him.

He's pressing a girl against the wall and moving his lips over hers in a frantic manner and his hands are, well... they're wandering pretty much everywhere on the woman's body in the span of the five seconds that you're standing there.

You know you have to do something to make both of them aware of your presence. But your state of panic doesn't allow your mind to think straight so you just utter "Jungkook?" in an abashed tone and want to dissolve into nothingness right after you say it.

Both of them instantly get off of each other like lightning struck them.

"Y/n?" Jungkook asks in confusion, his breathing fast and heavy.

"Hi."

"I told you to go," he reminds you, kinda sounding annoyed.

You want to narrow you eyes at that. He didn't tell you to go. He offered you to go home.

"Got distracted. I'm leaving now. Good night you two," you say and feel so awkward while grabbing your things and walking past them to finally head home.

~

The next day you still feel the burning feeling of embarrassment haunting you. It only gets worse when Jungkook visits the coffee shop during your shift with Nabi strapped to his chest.

"A caramel frappucino and two double chocolate cookies please," you hear him ordering at the register. It's the same order. Every day.

As you start preparing his order he walks to stand in front of you, waiting.

"Morning," he greets you and you reply with a short smile. He has his palm rested at the back of Nabi's head.

"Sorry about yesterday," you mumble. At the sound of your voice Nabi cranes her neck and tries to get you into her view. She whines a little when she can't and Jungkook stands sideways to give Nabi what she wants. Nabi smiles when she sees you and you give her a small nose scrunch before setting your attention back to Jungkook.

"Why did you stay?"

"I mean, how was I suppose to know you were about to hook up with you date?" you defend yourself. "Could've warned me at least." You huff.

"I tried to," he reasons but you roll your eyes.

"Next time you try to get me out of your apartment just tell me you're gonna have sex, okay?"

Jungkook gasps a little, putting his hands on Nabi's ears. "Watch your words."

You set his frappucino along with the cookies on the tray.

"Bet Nabi even heard worse things last night."

"My snores aren't that bad."

You sigh. "I'm not talking about that, dummy."

"Well, after you left we just watched a movie and then she called a cab. Nothing happened."

You grimace. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." He hands one of the cookies to you with a sincere smile. You take it and take a bite. He does it every morning. Offering you one of the cookies that he ordered. And you always gladly take one because they're even more delicious than the grocery store ones.

It wasn't your intention to ruin the ending of Jungkook's date night yesterday but you can't help feeling relief warming your heart. This was Jungkook's first date since his relationship with Nabi's mother came to and end and you don't want him to end up crushed and heartbroken again.

That feeling of relief is obviously just there out of concern for him and not because that small teenage crush, that sometimes makes your heart skip a beat when he looks at your eyes for a second too long, is thundering in your chest with hope.

Nope, definitely not because of that.

~

tagging: @blckjeon

with you | ksj | m

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

PAIRING. kim seokjin x reader

GENRE. marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS. dilf jin, mentions of divorce (it's literally the plot😭), marriage problems, jin is kind of an asshole (who redeems himself!!!-ish), slight jealousy, soft sex, crying during sex, oral (f receiving), bigdick!jin, oc is a crybaby who tries not to cry 99.9% of this fic

WORDS. 22.1k

NOTE. it's here!!!!! I've been working on this fic for a while and im somewhat pleased with how it turned out!!!! i apologise for any errors/edit mistakes bc I run through it on my own so I may overlook some grammar issues etc ...

anywho, I hope you enjoy this fic!!!! as always - my asks are open to let me know how you felt about this fic <3

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“What is this?” he blinks.

“Divorce papers,” you say softly, smoothing out the surface while you avoid his eyes.

“You want,” he says slowly, eyebrows furrowing as he attempts to process your words. “You want a … divorce?”

You hate that he sounds so nonchalant like you weren’t mulling over this decision for the past three months as you found yourself losing hope in your marriage with each passing day. But for as long as you’ve known Jin, he’s always been like this. A little hard to understand, straightforward but never intentionally malicious. He just somehow ended up hurting people without him realising it.

“Yes,” you say.

“What about Jiho?”

The reminder of your son makes your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, but you were prepared for this question. In fact, your son was the only thing that made you hesitate your decision for another month because divorces were messy and even if Jiho was just four years old and probably too young to understand—he was perceptive and you didn’t want to put him through the taxing emotions of having his parents go through a divorce.

But you were exhausted of fighting alone and returning to a home that feels more isolating than welcoming.

“We’ll share custody,” you narrate the exact words you’ve been mulling over for the past few months, even if it breaks your heart to say them.

“What prompted this?” It hurts even more when Jin flips through the papers as he would with any other of his business contracts, and it’s a harsh reminder that your marriage was reaching an invincible expiry date that you wanted to ignore.

“We …” you hesitate, fingers clutching the fabric of your dress as you purse your lips. Was there a reason to justify your decision anymore, when you’ve fought tooth and nail for the past four months to be heard? To be seen as someone who wasn’t just his wife on paper but a person to be nurtured? You force yourself to look ahead, even when Jin raises an eyebrow at your silence. You settle for a soft response instead. “I think it’s for the best.”

Jin opens his mouth to say something but decides against it before he slides the papers towards him, and you half-expect him to sign it and tell you to leave. The thought only makes your heart shatter even more—because four years of marriage, a child—gone, just like that.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he offers you a curt nod with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“I’ll get back to you,” he says.

You blink, especially when he pushes himself off his desk and extends a hand towards you as if he’d expected you to grab it. The gesture doesn’t fit in with the context of the conversation, much less the emotions that thrash wildly in your heart.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“Lunch,” he says, “I haven’t had it with you in a while.”

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“That took a while,” Taehyung points out when you clamber back into your office.

“I had lunch,” you respond curtly as you hang your jacket on the coat hanger while you attempt to ease the pressing headache between your temples.

“Alone?” He raises a brow.

“With Jin.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you plop onto the empty seat next to him. Your son’s fidgeting in his lap as your assistant types away at his laptop, and you’re absolutely exhausted so you extend your arms towards Jiho, who immediately turns to you with a toothy grin and leaps off Taehyung’s lap.

“Hi baby,” you press a kiss to his cheek, immediately seeking warmth in your son’s chubby body.

“Hi mama,” he returns, pressing a plush cheek into your chest when you squeeze him.

You try to keep your tears at bay, even if it’s just having your son in your arms. He doesn’t know the day you had or the meal you shared with his father. The man you married and decided to have a child with. Jiho doesn’t know that it’s over—and it hurts. It hurts because he deserved a family filled with love.

“How did it go?” Taehyung asks tentatively, swirling in his chair until he’s facing you.

You know he’s concerned. He was probably the person that received the news with the most shock, granted he was currently the only person that knew besides Jin. Taehyung has been your assistant before you relocated to this larger office and before your business set its course, and even when you and Jin were just dating. So, he knows—he knows how hard you’ve tried and when you decided that it was over.

“He didn’t even try,” you croak, eyes fluttering shut as you attempt to level your breathing to not alarm your son, “Just took the papers and said he’d get back to me.”

“He didn’t sign it?” Taehyung asks in slight surprise.

“No,” you murmur, peering down to see your son fiddling with a ribbon that sticks out your dress, “I didn’t want to ask why.”

Taehyung purses his lips before he reaches out to squeeze your available hand. The gesture is enough to remind you of what you just did—the conversation you just had with Jin, and it’s enough for your entire facade to go crumbling again.

But you don’t cry because your son is unaware of the conflict that exists between you and his father, you don’t cry because one of you needed to be strong and it had to be you.

“I’m sorry.” His apology is sincere but frankly, useless. But you don’t tell him that even if that’s all that plagues your mind. You know Taehyung knows this too, but you suppose it’s the best either of you can offer right now.

“Don’t be,” you laugh humourlessly, “You’re not the one that failed in this marriage.”

“You didn’t fail, ____,” he says sternly, “It just—some things don’t work out.”

Your lips wobble again, looking up so your son doesn’t spot your tears.

“I thought we would,” you croak, “I tried. I tried—so hard. But it still wasn’t enough.”

Taehyung stays silent, and your son is mumbling something under his breath. When you peer down, his smile remains innocent and oblivious to the world that’s falling apart right in front of his eyes.

“Mama, look,” he squeals as he lifts up an arm that he’s somehow managed to scribble on, “Mama, daddy, me!”

Taehyung has to take Jiho when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

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“What do you mean he hasn’t signed it?” You hiss, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you attempt to shove old documents into the shredder.

“He … hasn’t,” Jimin, Jin’s assistant, says lamely over the line as you feel your headache return.

“Jimin, you’re his assistant,” you remind him sternly, “It’s literally your job to make sure he gets shit done.”

“I know!” He exclaims before he’s sighing, “He’s just—he keeps putting it off. I really can’t do much, ____.”

You chuck the last bit of papers aside before you’re grabbing your phone from in-between your ear and shoulders before you’re leaning against a desk, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.

It’s been a week since you visited Jin at his office propositioning him with a divorce, yet, the papers remain vacant from his signature that solidified the termination of your legal union. You were more so irritated than hurt right now, purely because you wanted actual documents to present to your lawyer and your parents before you told them that you and Jin were getting a divorce.

It’s also been a week since Jin’s came home, and you’re partly thankful that he did that on his own because that was another painful conversation you weren’t quite ready to have. Not that he came home at an acceptable hour anyway. But it’s almost daunting at how the bed remains cool where he used to lay, even if he’d disappear hours before your awakening.

“Just,” you exhale, “Please get him to sign it, Jimin. I’m tired.”

You can hear some shuffling on the other end and you assume it’s him moving to another place with the way the office chatter gets distinctively quieter the longer time passes.

“Do you,” he starts, “do you really have to do this?”

You sigh, already bracing for his comment.

If Taehyung knew you and Jin before you got married, Jimin was the person that got the two of you together. The instigator that insisted that the feelings and mutual, and that the chance should be taken. You believed him ten years ago when you were younger and in high school, oblivious to what the future held. You wanted to resent him for how things out but you knew it was irrational. You would’ve fallen in love with Jin with or without Jimin’s intervention.

He was that easy to love.

The bitter reminder that the divorce seemed easy for him to accept, even without the signature, plagues your mind as you hear Jimin call your name once more.

“Do you think this was my first option?” you snap, and immediately the silence is tense. “I was backed into a corner, Jimin. There’s no point in Jin and I remaining married if—if nothing about our relationship feels like a marriage anymore.”

“What about Jiho?” he throws back the same question Jin posed at you when you first came to him with the divorce.

You grit your teeth, your heart inevitably clenching at the guilt that’s yet to subside. It only hurt more because you knew Jimin didn’t mean it to hurt you, but it did—it did because it wasn’t easy.

“I’m not taking him away from Jin,” you whisper, “I can’t—I would never do that.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Jimin says softly.

“I know,” you reply, equally as soft as your eyes dart to the ground, “I hate this, Jimin. I do. But I rather Jiho grow up with two parents who aren’t together than two parents who live together but not even talk.”

Jimin stays silent, and you know that he’s heavily contemplating his next set of words.

You beat him to it with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I didn’t mean to unload.”

“Please don’t apologise,” he says, “I just … have you tried speaking to Jin?”

You scoff bitterly at the suggestion, and you know that you shouldn’t be taking it out on Jimin, who’s both Jin’s assistant and your close friend—but the nudge to recall the times you’ve tried, tried so hard to patch things up by planning mini-dates that he rain checked more than enough times for you to want to try again—only leaves you feeling sour.

“He clearly doesn’t mind if he says he’ll get back to me,” you say bitterly.

“Have you considered that maybe he only said that because—”

At that moment, your intercom goes off and you briefly hear Taehyung’s static voice filter through the speaker.

“Hold on, Jimin,” you rush as you put your hand to the speaker to lean forward to press the intercom. “Tae?”

“You have an appointment,” he says slowly, and your eyebrows furrow at his odd tone.

“I do?” You say with a puzzled expression, “I don’t remember scheduling an appointment—”

“Well, this isn’t really an appointment,” he laughs tightly.

“Tae,” you frown, “What are you saying?”

“She’s already—”

And at impeccable timing, a rapt knock is delivered to your door as you further scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

“Jimin, I need to go. I have a visitor,” you bring the phone back up to your ear as you begin heading towards the door.

“No worries,” he clips, “Take care, okay?” He says softly.

You mumble a word of gratitude before you’re hanging up, hand already reaching out to turn to the knob to greet your guest.

You’re still confused before you come face-to-face with them, but the moment the door opens as you plaster a smile to greet your guest—your grin immediately freezes as you spot the one person that you surely didn’t expect to visit your workplace on a weekend, let alone at all.

“E-Eomeonim,” you stutter, eyes briefing landing on Taehyung’s apologetic expression behind your guest's elegant posture.

“Myeoneuri,” she immediately beams, leaning forward to embrace you into a hug that you’re still too stunned to properly returned, and it’s not until she pulls back with furrowed brows that you return the gesture, still frozen in shock as you lean your head against her shoulder.

“What brings you here?” You ask, forcing a smile at the sudden grant of her presence as you shut the door behind you, immediately guiding her towards the empty couch as you head towards your cupboards to bring out the glasses for drinks.

“Ah,” she laughs, gently and polished as ever as you keep your head-trained over your shoulder to engage in eye contact as you pour her some water, “Can’t I visit my daughter-in-law?”

The term doesn’t fall on deaf ears and you force yourself to laugh, even if you know that the term wouldn’t be applicable for much longer. You feel like a fraud, inviting her into your office and offering her water as if you weren’t over at her son’s office a week ago with papers that would immediately terminate any relationship you had with him—or her. Legally, at least.

She was still your son's grandmother and overall, a lovely person.

You grew up with her right next to your house, being the second mother in your life especially when she used to house you on nights where your parents were out of town as you integrated with her two sons and their antics. She cooked for you and treated you like you were her own daughter. Those things didn’t go away just because you were divorcing Jin.

“Of course,” you smile softly as you pass her a glass with two hands, “It’s nice to see you.”

She chuckles politely before taking a sip and setting the glass onto the table, eyes travelling around your office as she takes in your interior.

She’s been here on a few occasions, but they’ve been sprawled out over the years so there have definitely been some changes from when she last came. She doesn’t visit often—to your office, at least—she never had a reason to. So it’s all the more startling and nerve-wracking when she appeared today, conveniently after you proposed a divorce she’s yet to know about.

“I was thinking about you,” she says softly, peering up through her lashes as you gulp, fingers shaking ever so slightly when you take a sip of your drink yourself.

“You’re always free to visit, eomeonim,” you return politely, bowing your head.

She scoffs playfully, waving you off as she leans backwards into your plush couch.

“Don’t be so stiff with me, ____,” she teases, “I’ve changed your diapers.”

You flush at the reminder, and it’s both in fondness and in relative hurt because your family and hers were tight-knit from the very beginning. Your mother and she were best friends even before the two of you were born, and it’s only natural that their children ended up becoming friends. It was always a running joke that they’d hope you and Jin would fall in love and marry—and when it happened, the both of them were ecstatic.

It wasn’t as if they planned it, but fate worked out funnily sometimes. Even when you dated other people in the midst of unsure feelings in high school, you always found yourself returning to Jin. Whether it be in the form of comfort, or a laugh, or just a shoulder to lean on—you always found yourself on the front of his porch, eagerly waiting for another moment with him.

“I know,” you sigh with a small smile, “It’s crazy how long it’s been.”

“Thirty-two years,” she reminds.

You exhale, remember that you were in fact thirty-two this year. The thought that settles is one that is intrusive and annoying, purely because you couldn’t go a moment without remembering the divorce. Your age is another bitter reminder that you’ve really hit the mark with it, essentially starting over when you and Jin promised each other forever.

You take another sip to keep your tears behind.

“Anyway,” she continues as she rests her eyes on you. Her gaze is concerned and you’re stuttering, wondering if you were that obvious—if your face held all your emotions or if she was just that observant. When she speaks, you brace yourself for the worst. “I’ve been trying to contact that son of mine but he keeps sending me to his darned assistant.”

You relax ever so slightly as your lips twitch in a smile.

“Jiminie?” You ask amusedly.

“When he’s getting in the way of talking to my son, he’s a darned assistant,” she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest as you laugh.

“Even now, they’re inseparable,” you comment mindlessly, remembering all the times they used to get into trouble together in high school.

“For the wrong reasons,” she sighs, “That’s why I’m here, actually.”

You raise a brow, “Oh?”

“Seokjung’s planning on proposing,” she informs with an excited grin as your eyes widen.

“Oh my God,” you breath, equally as pleased to hear the news, “Finally? I’m so happy for him and Ah-reum.”

Your mother-in-law sighs wistfully as she smiles tenderly at you, reaching a hand out to squeeze yours as her eyes turn solemn.

“I am too,” she says softly, “My two son’s—Gosh.”

Your hand stiffens under her touch, but you don’t make an effort to correct her. She looks far too happy and emotional at the thought itself that you don’t have the heart to ruin that dream for her. You swallow the lump in your throat and the visual of the divorce papers that plague your mind as you offer a weak smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, “I’m really happy for Seokjung.”

She nods, smiling at you before squeezing your hand again.

“I wanted to let you know myself,” she says, “I was meant to tell Jin but clearly, he’s caught up in whatever work he has,” she rolls her eyes before shooting you a pointed stare. “Make sure you make time for each other, even if he’s busy. That boy always drowns himself in work.”

Your face falls for a split second, but you immediately correct it when you realise the look of concern that marks her face.

You know her comment was made in good faith, she had no idea of your impending divorce … did she? But despite her voice mulling slightly under a whisper, you find that your heart betrays your blank face when it clenches. You should’ve made time for each other. Even if he was busy. You tried—and you failed.

“O-Of course,” you say, squeezing her hand in return.

“Make sure that the three of you spend time together,” she says softly, and you’re terrified that she knows when she mentions your son. “A relationship requires constant effort and dedication.”

“Of course,” you swallow, “I will.”

You hate yourself for lying to her, but you hope that she knows that you tried. That you really tried to pick up whatever that was lost—but some things would inevitably remain shattered.

“Tell Jin to take it easy,” she murmurs, “I worry for him sometimes.”

You nod your head mutely, agreeing silently.

“I’m”—she chokes, suddenly teary as your eyes widen in alarm—“I’m really glad that you have each other.”

It’s another blow that you receive, but force yourself to smile through.

“Eomeonim …” you say quietly, the guilt nabbing away at your heart.

She waves you off, laughing softly before she’s swabbing gently under her eyes to rid of the tears. And as always, she remains stunning as ever—the stark features of Jin apparent on her face, and the resemblance only makes your heart clench even further.

“Your mother and I would always joke about having our kids get married,” she reminisces as you smile tightly at her. “We never thought it would actually happen—but you and Jin …” she trails off with a fond smile, “It made sense. Like it was always meant to happen.”

You can’t take it anymore, but you weren’t allowed to pick your battles this time. You swallow the lump in your throat and hold her hand a little tighter as if an apology was worthy enough to be traced into the wrinkles of her palm. For now, this was all you could offer.

“Thank you, eomeonim,” you whisper, and it’s more than just the words she’s said, but how she’s treated you up until now. An apology also rests on your tongue, but that’s for a later date. When you and Jin no longer share the title of married.

“Don’t thank me,” she scoffs, “Thank you for making Jin’s life brighter. For bringing Jiho into this world.”

You swallow.

“Of course,” you smile, “He’s made mine too.”

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“You’re here,” Jimin blinks, opening the door to let you in as you give him a tight smile.

“I wish I wasn’t,” you mutter under your breath as the two of you walk side-by-side down a familiar hall.

“Listen—” he begins but you cut him off, already too tired to engage with him attempting to convince you otherwise on the divorce.

“I really can’t do this right now, Jimin,” you say quietly and he looks at you with an apologetic look that you ignore to save your heart from more tears. “I’m only here because Jin isn’t answering his mother’s damn calls.”

“He’s in the middle of an important business deal,” Jimin says weakly.

“When is he not?” You roll your eyes as you huff, feet clacking against the marble as you turn into a familiar corridor where your eyes rest on the plague with the name of your husband, a name that you’ve welcomed into your life and in your son's name—a name that you’ve grown up with. You push aside the ache in your heart as you reach towards the door to knock. “Listen, I know you’re his best friend and his assistant but … tell him to remember that his job isn’t the only important thing in his life, yeah?”

Jimin doesn’t say anything but waits with you, and you briefly hear the shuffling of feet from the other end. You can tell Jimin wants to say something with the way that he’s impatiently tapping his feet against the ground, and you don’t placate him like you usually do because you know that you weren’t ready to hear whatever he had to say.

“Jin’s—”

The door swings open, and it isn’t Jin that you see. It’s—

“Isa,” you smile tightly.

“____,” she exclaims, immediately trotting over in her heels as she towers over you, arms wrapping you into a hug that you don’t expect. When she pulls away, you see her bright teeth in between her red lips. “You’re glowing! Are you pregnant?”

You shoot her a blank look, and you feel Jimin’s eyes widen.

“I’m not,” you say dryly.

“Oh,” she blinks, “Could’ve sworn you were,” she says off-handedly before she moves out the way, only for Jin to appear behind her with a vacant expression on his face, eyes immediately falling onto your unimpressed figure.

“____?” He furrows his eyebrows, “What are you doing here?”

You push past Isa, who you briefly see from the corner of your eye, press two rather friendly kisses onto your husband—well, soon to be ex-husbands—cheeks. She’s always done that, claiming that it was from her French roots even if you knew deep down that she had the hots for her husband. You don’t want to know why she’s here, appropriately right when you and Jin were in the middle of a divorce. Unless she’s representing him as his lawyer, you didn’t want to humour the thought.

“Your mother says you aren’t answering her,” you don’t spare him another glance, or Jimin, who is all but offering you a timid smile right before he shuts the door to the office, leaving you and Jin alone.

“I’ve been busy,” he replies.

“You couldn’t even just send a damn text to your own mother?” you ask irritatedly as you plop into a seat in front of his desk.

“I had Jimin do it,” he says with a frown.

You roll your eyes, bitter that you had to be here—bitter about the divorce—bitter about gorgeous Isa who just left his office. You were bitter about everything, and now you were here, with your soon-to-be ex-husband.

“Really, Jin,” you deadpan, “You couldn’t even spare two seconds to let your mom know that you were—I don’t know—alive?”

He sighs as if you were pointing out irrational facts and not attempting to get him to do things himself for once. To maintain relationships with people without a damn middleman. You were a victim once, and you sure as hell wouldn’t let his mom suffer the same painful fate as you did.

“It’s been hectic at the office,” he says curtly, “I did eventually get back to her.”

“Yeah,” you scoff, “After she visited me at my office.”

“She visited you?” he furrows his brows.

You roll your eyes, “It doesn’t matter. She told me that your brother is planning on proposing and she’s expecting us to be there at the engagement party.”

“I know,” he sighs, “I don’t think I can make it.”

You still.

“What?”

“The investors planned for a meeting that same week and I—”

“He’s your brother,” you splutter in disbelief, rage slowly assimilating in your blood when Jin shoots you with another blank look that you’ve grown to resent, especially recently.

“I can’t do anything about the investors, ____,” he frowns.

“You’re the CEO!” you balk, “You call the shots. You literally make the rules. He’s getting engaged and you can’t even try to make it?”

His brows turn downwards at your harsh tone, but you were unbothered. The disbelief that marks your face is reflective of how your heart slowly burns in anger, the way that your fists clench by your side. Even now, as you attempt to knock some sense of rationality into Jin—you find yourself exhausted. It’s because—this—is familiar. It’s the same routine you found yourself fighting against, now only applied to his direct family. If you weren’t considered that.

“They’re flying in from the States,” he says pointedly.

“And that matters more than your brother because?” You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, “Don’t be fucking selfish, Seokjin.”

You don’t think you’ve referred to him as his full name in years. Even before the two of you dated. You always called him Jin because it was more intimate that way. Only business associates that he was professional with called him Seokjin. It was an unspoken rule that Seokjin was the persona he adapted with people that he needed on his side, not people he wanted by his side.

You’re too busy seething to see the way his face drops ever so slightly, but he’s quick to correct himself when he purses his lips at you.

“I’m at crossroads, ____,” he snaps, “On one hand, it’s my brother who I’m going to disappoint, or—it’s the ten investors that are eager on investing in this company. I can’t win—and right now, I need them on my side.”

“I can’t believe that you actually need to choose who’s more important right now,” you laugh humourlessly, eyes meeting his for a split second as you frown. “It’s your family, Seokjin. It’ll always be your family. You choose your family—you—you choose the people you love.”

Your words are venomous and purposeful when you spit at him, immediately pushing yourself off the seat. Your words refer to more than his brother, or his mother. It’s personal—and it hurts. You didn’t want him to see you cry, you don’t think he’d care anyway.

“Wait,” he sighs, following you until he’s at your door, hand blocking you from leaving, “I …”

You turn around, eyes fluttering shut as you even out your breathing. When you open them, it’s intuitive for you to believe that you were able to read him, especially after a decade of being together—but you can’t. Your eyes are blurred with more than just your fatigue, but it’s disappointment too.

“What?” you sigh, “I don’t—I don’t care what you do Seokjin. But just know that when you’re closing whatever damned business deal you have for profits—your family is missing you.”

You turn to leave, not expecting him to do anything further than where you’ve left it at—but his hand reaches for your shoulder to stop you, your body tensing at his touch that you haven’t felt in a long time.

“I’ll,” he begins, nibbling on his lip when you raise a brow at him. It’s the most you’ve gotten out from him in a long time, but it’s not enough for you to read what the hell is going on in his mind. “I’ll be there.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it happen.”

You go to push his hand off but his grip remains firm on your shoulder as he furrows his brows at you.

“We’ll go together,” he says.

You blink.

“I can go there myself,” you clip back curtly.

“They don’t know,” he blinks, “Right?”

He’s talking about the divorce.

Your body stills under his grip as you scowl.

“Of course they don’t,” you snap, “I won’t do that to your mom,” you say softly, “Not now.”

He doesn’t ask you to elaborate, even when your eyes turn sad as they dart to the floor.

“Then we’ll go together,” he says simply, “It’s easier that way.”

You don’t argue anymore because your mind just recalls the conversation you shared with his mother, the woman who’s simultaneously raised you along with your own mother. The woman you’ve shared fond memories with, and the woman whose heart you were inevitably going to break with the news of the divorce.

“Fine,” you sigh, finally shrugging off his hand as you turn towards the door to finally leave.

The door opens, and you’re already halfway out when his voice interrupts you.

“Your dress,” he says softly.

You stop, turning your head slowly as you raise a brow.

“… my dress?” You look down at your attire and you note that it’s a simple knee-length dress that you’ve had for years. It was strapless, but casual enough for you to wear on a daily basis—and definitely nothing noteworthy about it.

“You wore it during our honeymoon,” he states as your body locks at the mention of the memory.

You don’t even remember if you did—so you can’t confirm whether or not he was pulling your leg. But the look that Jin sends you is … you can’t quite put a word to it but it looks soft. Gentle, almost fond. But it goes as quick as it comes before he’s offering you a small smile.

“I don’t remember,” you say bluntly.

His face remains blank, even if there’s a slight drop at his lips.

“Well,” he clears his throat before he steps out of the way to make space for your departure, “You look beautiful.”

The compliment steals your breath away, not because he’s never said it before but because it’s unexpected. It’s unexpected because you were divorcing him, and you haven’t heard those words leave his lips in a long time—directed to you, at least. You’re breathless because your heart is ramming against your chest, and there’s a painful feeling lingering.

You also remember the woman that’s left his office. You know it’s irrational for you to feel this way when you were the one that suggested the divorce. But it’s only proof at his options, especially when he was … he was him.

It’s hope—but you’re not an idiot to allow yourself to burn twice.

“I,” you croak, shaking your head as you manage a tight nod, “Thank you.”

When you leave, you have to force your tears back—without sparing another glance at Jin. When Jimin passes by you, he knows well enough not to ask.

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“Have you got everything?” Taehyung asks, helping you with the bag filled with Jiho’s things as you snort at his overeagerness of getting you out of the office.

“Yes, Tae, I have,” you say with an amused grin. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you actually cared about my well-being.”

He gasps with a faux sense of offence as he places a hand on his chest, shooting you a look that you roll your eyes at.

“Of course I do!” He pouts, “My boss is getting the break she deserves,” he says before peering down to Jiho, who’s tiredly dozing off in your arms since it was in the wee hours of the morning, “But I’ll definitely miss this one.”

He pokes Jiho softly on the cheek but your son doesn’t even so budge. He’s exhausted, and you were too—but you were more used to staying up late packing last-minute than your son was so you brush his hair gently before placing a soft peck to the crown of his head.

You know Taehyung will miss Jiho, purely because you’ve been at the office more than your home through the past week. You couldn’t bear to return to a space that was void and only had the title of a home when it didn’t feel like it anymore. It was the most difficult explaining to Jiho, who sought his dad’s attention and you couldn’t give it to him. A business trip was the best you got.

“Thank you, by the way,” you smile gratefully at your assistant as the three of you are taken down to the lobby of your office via the lift.

“Don’t,” he says sternly as you giggle softly at his tone, “Thank you for leaving.”

“I knew it,” you narrow your eyes as you stick your tongue out at him. “You’re just happy that I’m gone.”

“It’s four days,” he reminds, “You need a longer break. You’ve been working non-stop.”

You know his jibe is stern despite his light tone, purely because he’s aware of your tendency to ignore your problems by overworking yourself. He’s seen you devote all your energy to reports and analysing data than acknowledge the impending shatter in your heart.

“That’s long enough,” you sigh, “Make sure you—”

“Yes,” he groans as the two of you finally reach the lobby, offering a polite smile toward the receptionist as he returns the gesture. “Did you forget that I’m your assistant? God forbid I’m incompetent.”

You sniff even if you don’t disagree. You didn’t hire him just because he was your friend, but because he’s proven himself over and over again on his capabilities, you needed someone that was lax enough to balance out your perfectionist tendencies but also precise with his work. Taehyung was the perfect mixture of that—so it made sense that he’s stuck with you since you first hired him.

“Call me if you need anything,” you remind as the two of you spot Jin’s car, a sleek range rover fit for the rather long travel. You let out an exhale at the prospect of being in a car with your own husband for the next four hours as you travel out to his family vacation home, but your son needed you—and he needed his dad, so you brace yourself.

“Yes,” he sighs, and you see Jin step out of the car, a t-shirt and sweats combo that you adored him in. You look away.

“Taehyung,” you hear Jin greet your assistant as the two males engage in a rather amicable bro-hug.

“Hey, hyung,” he smiles softly, “How are you?”

You busy yourself with making sure that Jiho’s head doesn’t slip off your shoulders, but you note that your son’s awake this time—sensing the presence of his father as he groggily flutters his eyes open to search for him.

“Could’ve been better,” Jin returns, though not unkindly as his eyes dart towards his son, eyes softening immediately when Jiho calls for him through a mumble.

“Daddy?” He mumbles, immediately shaking out of your grasp as he extends his arms to be held by Jin. You swallow, but you allow Jin to take him from you. He hasn’t seen your son in over a week, and you would never be the person that deprived him from his own blood.

“Jiho,” he whispers, “Tired, bud?”

Your son nods his head, immediately snuggling into the comfort of his father’s chest as you force yourself to look away, distracting your mind as you help Taehyung load your belongings into the boot of Jin’s car.

“Where were you?” Your son asks innocently, “Mama said trip.”

“Yeah,” Jin says breathlessly, eyes meeting yours for a split second as you look away. “Missed you so much.”

“We miss you too,” Jiho pouts, and you don’t correct him when he alludes to you either.

“You okay?” Taehyung whispers, hand clasping your shoulder as you blink away the heat behind your eyelids. It was too early to cry, and you’ve spent the past week crying at random intervals so you were tired of shedding tears.

“I’ll survive,” you smile tightly as Taehyung finally loads the last bag, closing the boot with a button before shuffling back to the curb where Jin continues to cradle your son in his arms.

You’ve known him before you could properly speak, and you intimately recognise the expression on his face. He looks … sad. And it’s the most emotion you’ve seen on his face ever since you approached him with the divorce. You know that the worst part of it all is that Jiho is caught in the crossfire, and what hurts the most is that you didn’t want him to be.

“Thank you,” Jin looks over to Taehyung before he reaches out to give him a semi-awkward hug due to the little boy in his arms. “For taking care of the both of them.”

You almost don’t catch it, but you do despite the hushed tone he takes. Your eyes dart to the ground before you head towards the door to the passenger seat, already too overwhelmed at the break of dawn.

You enter the car, taking a deep breath to even out your breathing and force your tears back. You hated yourself for crying so easily but you knew that it wasn’t just your crybaby tendencies, but it was the pent up emotions that you’ve suppressed for months resurfacing after months of repression. You catch the two men through the side-mirror in a rather intense conversation, though you don’t hear anything of what they’re saying. You know they’re not raising their voices because Jiho finds it peaceful enough to drift off into slumber.

When Taehyung catches your eyes through the side-mirror, he offers you a smile, one that you can’t quite read before he’s patting Jin on the back and giving him one last solemn look.

He’s quick to set Jiho at the backseat, fastening him in the booster seat and placing a soft pillow to support his neck. Your heart both grows fond and tighter when he places a soft kiss on your son’s forehead before carefully shutting the door, quickly entering the driver’s seat as he fastens himself in.

“There’s pineapple juice and gummies, by the way,” Jin breaks the silence as your eyes snap to his figure.

“Oh.”

“I know you don’t like travelling without them,” he mentions while he simultaneously setting up the GPS.

“I—thank you,” you reply softly, eyes dropping to the middle console, and in fact, spotting your favourite brand of pineapple juice and gummies sitting comfortably, waiting for your consumption.

You swallow, deciding against digging in immediately.

“My phone’s already connected to the Bluetooth so you can play any song,” he tells you, “The password’s the same.”

Your breath hitches. His password, the one he’s kept since college even if you’ve berated him for it on multiple occasions because of how predictable it was. Your anniversary date, the day when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. Even after you got married, he never changed it to your wedding anniversary date because he didn’t need to. He was that sentimental, proposing to you on the same day as when he first asked you out.

God, what was he doing to your heart?

You don’t say anything when you reach for his phone, and it’s like the universe is dead-set on reminding you of all the memories you shared with him when you spot the picture at the back of his clear phone case.

A polaroid of the both of you on your wedding night, face smushed with cake as the two of you double over in laughter.

Don’t cry, you tell yourself.

You type in the password when Jin finally ignites the engine, pulling out of the lobby as you finally start your four-hour journey. When you scroll through his phone to find the music app, you’re also surprised to see a familiar playlist.

“You still listen to it?” you find yourself asking, despite your heart clenching again.

Jin looks over his shoulder to catch a glance at his phone that was in your hands to see what you were talking about before he nods.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “I don’t really listen to anything else.”

It’s the playlist the two of you made when you were rather drunk one night during your marriage. A random playlist filled with songs that didn’t really go well together, from upbeat tracks to mellow ballads that have your heart weeping and to R&B songs that set the mood.

It’s the millionth time that you swallow your tears, and you know it’s not going to be the last. It’s because it’s been less than twenty minutes back in close vicinity with Jin when you’re reminded that your lives are both so intertwined with one another that every aspect of his and your lives have remainders of your essences. Whether it be the scarf you precariously spotted at the back of the seat you remember leaving, or whether it was the keychain that dangles from his rearview mirror—or the damn playlist.

It was everything, and it hurt that you had to let it go.

You play a song that’s in the middle. Safe. A quiet tune that filters through the speakers as you turn the volume lower so that it wouldn’t startle your son awake.

“If you get tired halfway just let me know and I can take over,” you inform him.

You’re surprised to hear Jin scoff with a shake of his head, though when you turn to look at him, there’s a small smile on his face.

“You’re a terrible driver, so no,” he laughs.

You gasp, squinting your eyes at him.

You’ve gotten … better. Though your better was still debatably worse than the average person, it was progress nevertheless!

“I won’t get us killed,” you hiss at him, pouting as you cross your arms across your chest, “Besides, I don’t trust myself to drive if you’re not around, anyway.”

You don’t realise what you said, or the implications behind it. But you think Jin does when he flicks his eyes over to you, staring softly as you blatantly miss it to continue pouting while you stare forward, grumbling about being a better driver as he can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Don’t worry,” he says so quietly that you almost miss it, “Get some rest. I’ll drive us.”

You open your mouth to argue but the look he gives you makes you clamp your mouth shut in defeat. In all the times you’ve travelled by car with Jin, you don’t think you’ve ever driven the both of you, or even when Jiho became an addition to the family, because Jin was always so insistent on doing the heavy loaded things.

It was something that both annoyed you, but you were grateful for. You knew when Jin offered to do stereotypically husband things such as carrying the groceries, building furniture or driving you everywhere—it never came from a place where he believed you couldn’t do it. He knew you could because whenever he wasn’t around you did those things yourself, and dare you say, even better than him (with the exception of the driving). It was because he wanted to do these things for you, to have you worry about nothing but just yourself, him and Jiho.

The thoughts plague your mind, and suddenly everything is bitter again. You almost deluded yourself into thinking that things were normal and this was a normal family trip. But it wasn’t. Because you were inevitably going to get divorced, once he signed those papers.

“Hey, Jin?” you call.

He hums noncommittally as you fiddle with your fingers.

“When are you going to sign the papers?”

The question stills in the tense air, and you don’t catch the way his shoulders lock into position at your question.

“Soon,” he says curtly.

You nod your head slowly, eyes drifting out the window as you keep your sigh to yourself.

Yeah, it’d be over soon.

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“You’re going the wrong way.”

“I’m literally following the GPS,” he says dryly.

“Then the GPS is wrong,” you snap, “The service is horrible here—god—make a left.”

“I’m not going to be listening to a person who gets mixed up with East and West,” he deadpans.

“That was like—ages ago! I’ve changed!”

“Not taking the chance,” he snorts, going against your very orders of turning left as he makes a right, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder as you glare at him.

“Pull over, I’m driving because I clearly don’t remember taking this road the last time.”

“Roads change, ____,” he groans, “Infrastructure and public goods! It’s government-funded so our tax money damn well better be used for good.”

“Still,” you say petulantly, “You’ve been driving the entire time—it’s time to switch.”

“I never agreed to that,” he says pointedly as you hear your son humming along to the song, giggling every once in a while when you’d get particularly frustrated with Jin.

“You’re going to cramp,” you say.

“I won’t,” he sighs before looking over to you, then into your lap where the gummies lay. “How about you feed me instead?”

You still at the suggestion, the rather intimate one in fact. Though you’ve done this a million times before, bickering during road trips and feeding him—it feels different now. But you know your son is watching, even if he doesn’t understand the severity of the situation, and you didn’t want to throw him off.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you grumble before pouring out some gummies into your hand and shoving it towards him.

His eyes briefly cast downwards before ignoring your hand, eyes returning to the road as you gawk at his blatant dismissal.

“Um, hello?” you say in disbelief, “Gummies?”

You wiggle your hand in front of his face but he’s still ignoring you, a somewhat smug expression on his face as you scowl even further.

“Do you want gummies or not?” You snap.

“I do,” he shrugs, “I asked you to feed me, didn’t I?”

You give him a bland look.

“They’re literally right there.”

“You know what feeding means, right?” he sighs dramatically, “You do that with Jiho. You know—feeding someone. Putting food in their mouth.”

“I’ll put something in your mouth all right,” you grit as he grins, “My fist.”

“Please,” he whines as you roll your eyes, “My hands are on the steering wheel. You’re always telling me to keep two hands on the wheel yet you’re making me feed myself?” He pouts and you can’t believe this is a thirty-five-year-old man that’s speaking. “That hardly seems—”

You’ve had enough of his complaints as you begrudgingly smack your hand towards his mouth, effectively feeding him a gummy as he nearly chokes while his eyes bulge out of his sockets.

“Ow!—what the f—?” you glare at him at his near slip up as he clears his throat, “That hurt.”

“Oh, really,” you hum blandly, “Would you like another?” You smile plastically at him as he pouts.

“Yes please, but spare my lips,” he mutters.

You roll your eyes but listen to him anyway. You didn’t want to startle him into swerving off the road so you feed him the next gummy gentler. But you’ve underestimated Jin’s ability to be exasperating as he ends up biting your finger in retaliation for your previous stunt.

“Ow!” you hiss, glaring at him as you go to flick his forehead.

All he does is snicker, even if he does manage to dodge your finger.

“Revenge,” he says childishly, sticking a tongue out at you.

“You’re so annoying,” you seethe.

“You love it,” he smiles over his shoulder—and you freeze.

He realises what he’s said only when he spots your frozen expression. He’s about to rectify the mistake and dissipate the tension that arose, but your son is intercepting before Jin can make the shot.

“Love!” he giggles, innocent and childlike, “Love mama and daddy.”

Your eyes filter to the back as you see your son giggling, cheeks bulged as he smiles widely at you. For a split second, you’re reminded of Jin when he was a toddler, with puffy cheeks and a cheeky grin as your eyes soften at him. He really did look like Jin, much to your initial disappointment when he looked more like Jin’s child than your own. Even if your parents and in-laws said that Jiho had your eyes.

“Love you, bubs,” you coo, reaching out to squeeze his chubby fingers as he smiles wider.

“Love you,” Jin replies as well, eyes soft when he catches his son’s expression through the rearview mirror.

“Say it!” he babbles, huffing as you raise a brow.

“Love you, Jiho—”

“No no no,” he harrumphs, cutely folding his arms across his chest as you attempt to figure out what his toddler mind was getting at. “Each other—mama and daddy.”

You get it soon enough, and your expression drops completely as you feel the anxiety rise in your throat.

You were getting a divorce. Your son had no idea. He asked you to declare your love to Jin. Why did you feel oddly targeted right now, by a four-year-old, no less!

“Jiho—” you laugh, attempting to distract him but your son is persistent.

“Mama,” he scolds with a frown and you curse yourself for giving him the one trait of your own that you couldn’t bear to deal with yourself, “Say.”

You glance over to Jin who’s already giving you a passing look, a rather earnest expression marring his face as you clear your throat. Suddenly, everything’s more intense, and all you can see is his face. There was a time where the two of you abused your I love you’s that it was the first thing you heard in the morning and the last thing you heard at night. So why was it so difficult now? Why was it difficult to tell a little white lie in front of your son?

Perhaps it’s because the love never disappeared, from your end at least. And maybe that’s why all of this is all the more painful.

Before your son can throw a tantrum at your silence, Jin is reaching over the console to grasp your hand in his in a familiar manner as he brings your knuckle up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to it.

When your head turns to him with your eyes wide in shock, he doesn’t break eye contact even as you’re about to yell at him for not looking at the road.

“Love you,” he whispers, and you don’t know if Jiho had even heard it with how soft he’s said it, but you think he does because he stops whining.

All you can do is stare at him, especially at how earnestly the confession leaves his lips. But you remember that it’s fruitless to keep hope, to have your heart flutter at his low voice—because the divorce papers existed, and it’s the first time in a while that you’ve heard it, and it was only because your son demanded so.

You pull your hand away, albeit roughly as your eyes dart out the window to distract yourself, to suck up the tears again.

You’re looking away quick enough that you don’t catch the crestfallen expression on Jin’s face.

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“Jiho-yah,” Jin’s mother immediately runs up to your son rather than greet you or Jin as your son excitedly receives the hug, squeezing into his grandmother’s arms as he lifts him up.

“Halmeoni,” he giggles, “Miss you!”

Your face softens as you see the way Jin’s mother presses wet smooches on both of your son’s cheeks, accompanied slowly by your father-in-law, who’s far more mellowed down than his wife, as he greets you with a wide grin.

“Is this a way to greet your father-in-law?” He jokes when you simply smile at him as you roll your eyes at his light jibe.

“Come here,” you sigh playfully, opening your arms to embrace him as you feel the comfort of a familiar father figure.

“Yes, let’s ignore your actual son, right?” Jin snorts, huffing as he lugs your belongings onto the porch.

His mother’s ears perk up as she shoots him a stern glare that still doesn’t fail to have him cowering. Mother’s really are terrifying when they wanted to be.

“At least she responds to messages,” his mother narrows her eyes at him as Jin smiles meekly in response, probably regretting his words, “I know you’re grown but I’m still your mother—I’ll take you out of that damned company and put you under house arrest."

“Mom,” he exasperates, ears flushed as you snicker at him.

“House arrest?” Jiho repeats, confused.

You pick him up before pressing a kiss in between his brows to soothe the furrow.

“Daddy’s being dumb,” you explain.

“Gang up on me, all right,” Jin snorts, already heading towards the door to bring your stuff in.

His father pats him on the back before shooting him a pointed look.

“A word of advice son,” he murmurs with a low voice, “you’re never right. Your wife is.”

Jin sighs, and you can’t help the amused grin that makes its way onto your face. Even if he had referred to you as his wife—and you knew that it wouldn’t be the case for long, it feels nice to be with them again, even if your utopia would eventually get destroyed.

“The guest room on the second floor is for the kids,” his mother informs, “Jin’s cousins are bringing their children along as well so Jiho won’t be alone.”

You smile gratefully towards her as you guide Jiho towards the home, while the rest of them follow slowly behind.

When you enter, you’re immediately greeted by Jin’s older brother, another familiar figure that you’re grinning widely at as he enthusiastically extends his arms that you immediately jump into.

Jiho’s following close by, tiny figure wrapping around his uncle’s legs as Seokjung picks the little one up with ease.

“Ah, my favourite sister,” he coos playfully, pinching your cheek as you roll your eyes.

“Your only sister,” you correct pointedly.

He’s always referred to you as his sister, even before you married Jin—purely because he was there for you like an older brother was. Since he was two years older than Jin, meaning he was five years older than you, he always looked out for you and took care of you when you were children—and you were immensely grateful for that.

“Semantics,” he waves you off before pressing a kiss to Jiho’s cheek, “Missed you, buddy.”

“You too samchon,” Jiho quips back cheerfully, “Noona?”

He’s referring to Ah-reum, and Seokjung only grins wider.

“She’s coming in two days,” he informs in a hushed whisper, “I’m going to propose to her.”

Jiho tilts his head to the side cutely in confusion.

“Pro-propose?” He mumbles as you laugh softly, patting his head in fondness.

“I want to marry noona,” he whispers with a wink.

“Like—mama? Daddy?” he gasps.

“Like mama and daddy,” Seokjung nods as you swallow.

You look away, feeling like a fraud, especially when at that very moment, Jin brushes up against you with a gentle hand to the small of your back that you flinch at. The look he sends you is concerned, but you know it’s because of what his brother had said. Of course, it was, it couldn’t be anything else.

“Come Jiho,” you say softly, “Let’s get you into your room, yeah?”

He nods eagerly before you’re shooting Seokjung an apologetic smile.

“Hey,” he calls right as you turn, Jin close by your side. “Are you … are you okay?”

The question makes you freeze for a moment as you attempt to school your face and power through the grimace that almost appears.

“Of course,” you clip, “Don’t worry about me. You’ve got a girlfriend to propose to,” you say through a tight smile before squeezing his shoulder before you’re turning on your heel, face immediately dropping.

Jin almost chases after you, but he decides against it when you distract yourself by fiddling with the hem of your son’s pants. It was a habit of yours, finding solace in your son because he’d never do you or anyone wrong, though you could’ve been biased because you played a part in creating him and pushing him out of your vagina.

He wouldn’t do you wrong, you think as he mumbles about marriage under his breath. You really wished he wasn’t so curious.

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“I forgot how big your family was,” you say a little breathlessly as you escape the fifth aunt of the hour asking about your life and work. That was fine, small talk was okay. Not asking when baby number two was coming along when you were divorcing their precious nephew.

“Sorry,” Jin winces, moving over so that you could plop onto the rattan chair, “it gets bigger every year because of the kids.”

You know that’s true because, for some reason, Jin’s family was as fertile as a fertility clinic. You were sure that they could single-handedly repopulate the human species if Thanos really did snap half the universe away. It’s also probably the reason why Jin managed to get you pregnant three months into your marriage, four years ago.

“Jiho’s trying to break up an argument between the twins,” you sigh when you tilt your head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of your son helplessly standing in the middle of two older kids as they banter back and forth. Your son was too sweet for his own good, but it was also way too amusing to see his eyebrows furrow as he attempts to get their attention.

“Maybe we should tell our son to not waste his time doing impossible things,” he snorts.

“It’s good character development,” you reason, “It’ll teach him to acknowledge his potential.”

Jin shoots you a dry look before turning his head to the scene where the twins were now tugging at each other’s locks like they were in the tug of war as your son can only watch the scene unfold. You really should tell him that that wasn’t how you resolved conflict, even if their parents humourlessly stand by and allow it to happen.

“I’m not giving our son ammunition for his villain origin story,” he scoffs, “I’m going there—”

“Relax,” you stop him from moving any further with a gentle hand to his bicep out of habit, even if your brain stutters for a split second as you clear your throat, “Your mom’s got him.”

As you’d also like to call her, the heroine of the day, Jin’s mother picks up her grandson before cooing something that you can’t hear from how far you are. You’re thankful when she makes eye contact with you, offering a wink before she’s showing him off to her family members.

The sight makes your heart fond because everyone seemed to love Jiho, you really don’t blame them. You fell in love with Jiho before he was born and you would love him until you didn’t know love anymore. You never knew that being a mother would be this monumental for you, in fact, you never knew if you wanted children anyway.

But when things were … brighter. Jin was the only reason you needed. Then, you wouldn’t have wanted to do this parenting thing with anyone else. The bitter thought of co-parenting plagues your mind and the anxiety of attempting to explain the situation to your son doesn’t ease your nerves at all. Even thinking about telling Jin’s family has you feeling nauseous—you were the real villain. The heartbreaker of it all.

“It’s been a while,” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts as you blink up at him.

“Sorry?”

“It’s been a while since we,” he looks down to his cup before throwing back the last bit of orange juice in it, “Since we had a vacation.”

You snort, “I’d hardly call this a vacation. There are screaming kids and your brother is having ten mental breakdowns a day before the actual proposal.”

“I mean, I guess,” he shrugs, “We just haven’t had the time—to take one. This is nice.”

You don’t know what he’s implying but you know it makes your heart clench at the insinuation. You almost wanted to bitterly add that you tried to make time despite your own busy schedule. It was him that put it off. It was him that didn’t have the time.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, too tired to fight, “It is.”

“Why”—he hesitates for a second as his eyebrows furrow while you raise a brow at the sudden jerk of his tone—“why did you suggest—?”

“Jin?”

Your head turns, and you recognise the voice before you see the approaching figure and you already feel sick to your stomach. Not because you knew what Jin was going to say before he was cut off, but because of the person that comes into your vision. You should’ve seen it coming, really, because this was Seokjung’s engagement party and it wouldn’t make sense if—

“Chahee?” Jin greets in confusion before he’s being pulled into a tight embrace.

“Don’t be a stranger,” she whines, “Weren’t you going to come to say hi?”

Your jaw ticks as you look away from the scene before you.

When there was you and Jin, there was also Chahee and Jin. They’ve never dated, though you knew that if the opportunity presented itself, she’d be the first person up in line anyway. But with every relationship, also came with relationship troubles and unfortunately for you, Chahee was the instigator for most of your relationship insecurities with Jin.

It’s because you weren’t the only person that was a constant in Jin’s life—she was too.

Of course, she’d be here, and of course, she’d still look at Jin with a determination to make him hers. Even if you’re here, face blank as you wait and see if she’d actually acknowledge you this time.

“I,” he swallows, eyes darting to you, fully aware of what her presence implies. But your head is trained to the side, pointedly ignoring it for the sake of your sanity. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

She scoffs as if he’s said something absurd, which in retrospect, he did—because clearly, she’d be here. Where he goes, she’ll try her best to be there.

“Of course, I am!” She chirps, “It’s Seokjung’s big day—and besides, I missed you.”

You nearly roll your eyes to the back of your head and the audacity of this fucking chick. Sure, you were divorcing him, but to everyone else—you were his wife. And you were very much still together, even if it felt like it’s ended months ago.

“It’s good to see you,” he smiles politely, not making much effort to pull away when she rubs at the back of his neck. You’d clock her if you weren’t civilised, but instead, you take a sip of your drink and hope it doesn’t end up in her face.

“You too,” she smiles flirtatiously before she decides to finally acknowledge you. You think it’s a new record. “____, you’re here.”

She sounds much less enthusiastic than before, and you don’t blame her—nor do you plaster a smile on your face. Instead, you tilt the drink up to her and nod your head, giving her a less than a satisfactory greeting. You couldn’t even bother clarifying the obvious because you were Seokjung’s sister-in-law, Jin’s wife; and the mother to the adorable boy who’s currently stealing the show. Silence was a pettier option.

Her fake smile drops when she realises that you weren’t bothered, and you’re glad she doesn’t attempt to be plastic with you anymore when you’re fully aware that she’d sleep with Jin if given the chance.

“What’s up with her?” You hear her mutter to him as you roll your eyes, pushing yourself up to leave the two of them alone.

Alarmed, Jin hastily grabs your arm before you can leave, “She’s—uh, not feeling well.”

“I’m feeling—”

“Acting up at a family event?” Chahee scoffs. You would seriously slap her.

“Listen—” you sigh.

“Pregnancy,” Jin blurts as you nearly stumble from how flabbergasted you are, “You know hormones—not easy.”

You would seriously slap him too.

“You’re … pregnant?” she says slowly, jaw slackening as you see her eyes darken.

“Don’t listen—”

“We need to get you indoors,” Jin smiles tightly, “The sun—yeah. Not good for the baby.”

Before you can even get another word in, Jin’s dragging you into the house as you yelp, spotting the last glare that Chahee sends you before she’s downing the alcoholic beverage in one-go and stomping off somewhere.

When you’re settled into a private corner in the kitchen, only then do you yank away your arm from Jin with a menacing glare.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snap.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he sighs, “She was—she’s crazy.”

“And you had to be crazy too?” you ask incredulously, “How the fuck would telling her that I’m pregnant solve anything?”

“It’s to get her to back off!” he hisses.

“If a baby would get her to back off then she would’ve done that when I was pregnant with Jiho,” you say dryly.

“I panicked, okay,” he exasperates.

You scowl.

“Well fix it,” you snap, “We’re getting divorced, Jin. Chahee’s going to run her mouth and if it gets to any of your family members then there’s no way we can break our split to them.”

You sound much more bitter than you’d anticipated, but who would sound neutral or happy when speaking about a divorce? With someone you still cared deeply about, no less. But you’re slightly surprised when you see Jin’s face harden at the reminder.

“Is that what you care about?” he blinks.

You give him a weird look before sighing, turning your back to him as you find yourself a glass to pour some water.

“Jin, it’s due time,” you sigh, “I don’t want to make this harder for your family—”

“For them,” he laughs humourlessly, “You’re thinking about how the divorce is going to be hard for them.”

You blink at his sharp tone.

“… yes?” you say slowly, “We grew up together, Jin. Obviously the divorce would crush them.”

“You”—he blinks—“you’re thinking about them but you didn’t for one second to wonder how I felt?”

You freeze.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” he exhales with a tight chuckle, “You really decided that it was over by yourself, didn’t you?”

You don’t appreciate his tone, nor do you appreciate the accusation. Not when you’ve spent literal months and sleepless nights agonising over your decision while you mulled every possible solution, crying over the demise and when you finally decided to take that step forward. You don’t appreciate it—especially when you did your best.

“You didn’t say anything!” you seethe. “You never say anything! You took the damn papers and flipped through to them like it was one of your business contracts.” “How did you expect me to react?” he exclaims, throwing his hands into the air as his voice raises. “I was caught off-guard!"

You scoff, “Really? That’s your excuse?” You narrow your eyes at him as you jab a finger into his chest. “Don’t give me shit for not considering how you felt when you’ve given me no indication that you gave a shit about this marriage at all.”

“Of course I give a shit about this marriage!” He says in disbelief.

“Do you, Seokjin?” you say bitterly, and the name returns along with the drop in his expression. “You don’t. I don’t know what you feel about anything anymore. It’s stopped being a marriage a long time ago. The divorce would’ve come either way.” You finish in a whisper.

“And you decided that for us?” ye snaps.

“Yes, Seokjin, I did,” you sneer, “I decided for us because we don’t even talk anymore. Every time I try to reach out to you—I took ten steps backwards from where I started and I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue feeling like a placeholder in this marriage instead of your wife.”

“You’re not—” his eyes soften as he reaches out to you while you flinch, eyes darting to the ground.

“Don’t,” you whisper harshly, “Don’t you dare comfort me now, Kim Seokjin. Not when it took the actual divorce for you to be apologetic.”

The kitchen is silent, and it’s deafening, especially when the outside chatter filters in through the slips of the divider. You know they can’t see you through the tinted windows, but it’s a stark contrast with how people are outside laughing while your marriage falls apart under the same roof.

“So that’s it?” he says softly, “Ten years of dating and four years of marriage?”

“Don’t you dare,” you repeat again, weaker, “I wanted this to work out more than anyone else.”

“Then why aren’t you fighting,” he hisses, stepping closer as he attempts to get you to look at him.

You can’t.

“I’ve been fighting,” you return vehemently, though your resolve is weak at best. “I’ve been fighting on my own for the past four months to save this marriage and you—you just …” your eyes flutter shut as you feel the first tear fall. You don’t want to look at him. “You didn’t fight, Seokjin. You were the one that did this to us.”

“____,” he calls your name.

You step away, furiously swiping under your eyes as you attempt to keep the last few bits of your tears back.

“No more burdens, Seokjin,” you smile sadly, “Stop making this harder than it has to be and sign the papers.”

“I—”

“You should go look for Chahee,” you say softly, and you know your words are purposeful with its double-meaning.

You’re already excusing yourself to your room, the godforsaken room you were forced to share with Jin before you catch the way his face drops completely.

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It’s been radio silent between you and Jin ever since your conversation from yesterday, and you’re both thankful and frustrated. It’s proven difficult to maintain an amicable distance from him when you were meant to be in love and married, along with your son who’s none the wiser.

Seokjung’s nervously pacing back and forth in the living room, but it’s not because of how large his family is—or that he has an audience to please with his grand show. It’s the prospect of proposing to Ah-reum, even if he was madly in love with her.

Right now, he’s not listening to anyone, even his own mother, the same person that would play the level-headed role in situations like these. It’s almost concerning when he mutters incoherencies under his breath, a slip-of the tongue that revealed his fear and desire to leave.

Your eyes widen as you walk towards the anxious man, leaving Jiho with your father-in-law who only smiles at you gratefully.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching out to clasp his shoulder as he nearly stumbles from being startled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” he exhales, rubbing a hand across his face before his eyes are nervously darting towards the door where Ah-reum could enter at any moment, according to his cousin, “God—I’m going to puke."

“You’re okay,” you reassure him gently, eyes searching for his as he nearly doubles over in anxiety, “You’re good.”

“Am I?” he chokes, “God, I haven’t felt this nervous ever since I had to submit my Master’s thesis.”

You snort, even if you pat his back affectionately.

“It’s normal to feel nervous,” you promise.

“Is it?” he says softly, “I love her—I do. But … but why does this feel so scary?”

You give him a small smile while he peers up at you with panicked eyes. Despite him being relatively older than you were, he looked very much like his younger self right now. Nerves and wide-eyes as he contemplates a decision that would very much change the course of his life.

“It’s because you love her you’re scared,” you explain, “Change will always feel scary, and proposing to Ah-reum is a huge change in your life. Nothing will make this easier, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t worth it. Once you overcome that initial barrier, you’re going to thank yourself for taking that leap of faith.”

He groans, cradling his face into his hands as your eyes widen alarm, afraid if you said the wrong thing.

“You know,” he says suddenly, eyes darting up, “It’s a little reassuring to know that Jin went through this before I did.”

At the mention of his brother, your hand tenses on his shoulder—but you don’t think he notices. Or at least you hope he doesn’t.

“Way to throw your brother under the bus,” you chuckle.

“No, really,” he snorts, shaking his head fondly as if he was recalling those days. “You know, at first I thought it was too early for him to be proposing.”

Your eyes widen at the new set of information.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly, “Don’t tell him I told you that, though. He’d kill me,” he says in a low whisper as you laugh, a little sadly purely because he didn’t have to worry about that. You weren’t even talking to Jin. “I knew the two of you were endgame—but getting married? That’s next-level commitment.”

“I mean,” you say bashfully, eyes darting to the ground.

“But now, looking back …” he trails off wistfully, “It made sense.”

He’s the second person who’s told you that within the span of the past week and you’re left more conflicted than ever. His words came during a time where you were contemplating on splitting up with Jin, so you have no idea what to feel, especially when you’ve convinced yourself that the divorce was the decision that made sense.

“Everyone keeps saying that,” you mumble.

Seokjung snorts, “Because it’s true. You ground each other, you know?” He murmurs with a smile, “I mean more so you to him,” he finishes as you giggle at his hushed whisper.

“I’m clearly the more level-headed one,” you say jokingly with a small smile.

“Yeah,” he agrees easily as the two of you share a laugh. “Early or late, the two of you are meant for each other.”

You ignore the way your heart pangs, the reminder that you once thought that was the case too until reality hit you hard.

“Maybe we did get married too early,” you mention quietly.

Seokjung raises a brow at your statement, and you realise the little slip-up too late as you purse your lips in a moment of panic.

“Are the two of you okay?” he asks with a concerned gaze, taking your hand into his.

You let out a shaky breath before smiling at him, the gesture not quite reaching your eyes.

“Don’t worry about us,” you tell him, “It’s your day.”

He frowns.

“Yeah, but you’re my sister and he’s my—”

“I’m fine,” you say curtly, realising your tone as his face drops before you sigh. “I—I am, really. Please don’t worry about us, okay? You’ve got a girlfriend to propose to.”

You nudge him on the shoulder to cock your head towards the door where you see his aunt frantically waving her arms, indicating that Ah-reum was near, and all retort that was about to leave his lips dies on his tongue as his eyes widen while he vigorously pats down his pants to search for the ring.

“God—fuck, shit godamnit,” he curses, fumbling ever so slightly as you giggle, squeezing his shoulder one last time before you’re shooting him a thumbs up along with a cheeky grin.

Good luck, you mouth—but he doesn’t see it.

The door opens and Ah-reum enters; Seokjung cries before he can get the words out but she knows. She knows because they’re in love.

You suppose love makes you know things. You look away because you’re starting to cry too, and when you do—you search for Jin on instinct, but he’s already looking at you.

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“Did daddy cry when proposing to mama?” Jiho asks Jin innocently when you’re close enough to catch it.

“No,” Jin says honestly, brushing a stray hair away from his face as Jiho snuggles into his chest. His sigh is clear as day. “Was too happy to cry."

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“Hey,” you whisper, nudging Jin with your knuckles as he stirs in his sleep, groggily fluttering his eyes open as you shoot him an apologetic smile.

“____?”

“Your back,” you say quietly, “Sleep on the bed.”

“But—”

“I’m not sleeping yet,” you say before your eyes are darting to anywhere but the face you yearn to hold. “Just … please. It’d make me feel a lot better if you were sleeping on your own bed than on this couch.”

He doesn’t argue with you, likely too exhausted from the events of the day to find it in him to challenge you like usual. You’re thankful for the sense of normalcy, even if you’re still tiptoeing around him. Even if the remnants of your conversation is the reason why you’ve encountered yet another sleepless night.

You don’t tell him this because it’s been months since you’ve confided him. Telling him what was bothering you didn’t fit in the context of your situation right now, and besides—he was too tired. He needed to drive.

Jin stumbles off the couch and you’re grateful that the room you were sharing had a couch inside, to begin with. You had no idea how to explain the fact that you and your husband weren’t sharing a bed to your in-laws, and you didn’t want to. It saved the hassle.

(Even if he’d take a part of you to sleep every night when he rests his head against the throw pillow than on the bed.)

He shuffles into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him to not wake anyone else up. The kids' room was a good distance away, but some of them had really acute hearing and he likely didn’t want to risk that. You didn’t need to spend another half an hour trying to get Jiho to sleep.

You sigh deeply, brushing a hand through your hair as your feet takes you towards the second-floor kitchen (and yes, Jin’s family was that wealthy to have a kitchen attached to each floor) as you prepare yourself a cup of hot milk. It’s a drink you’ve made over and over throughout the years, the same brand of carton milk always remains in the fridge—and you knew it was about the Kim’s had relatively picky eating habits.

It’s different this time because you’re making one instead of two, a lone cup that’s usually accompanied by another makes you sadder. It makes your heart hurt all over again and you’re exhausted. You’re drained but you can’t sleep because your body remains active due to the way that your mind runs miles.

You focus on the milk because maybe it’ll hurt less when you don’t think. But it doesn’t—because the stupid fucking milk only reminds you of him. The man in his room, snoozing away while you lose sleep all over again.

You’re momentarily absorbed in the way that the residue from the milk swirls in the cup to notice or hear the shuffling of feet beside you, but it’s too late because when you turn you nearly scream.

“Sorry.”

You’re surprised to see Jin’s mother standing there as you place a hand to your chest to ease your racing heart.

“I nearly screamed,” you confess, shaking your head as she smiles apologetically at you.

“I tend to do that,” she says, “My husband’s always telling me I move like I’m avoiding a footprint.”

You laugh at that, not disagreeing as you mindlessly stir your drink.

“It’s late, eomeonim,” you say with a concerned look, “Is everything okay?”

She gives you a kind smile before she looks over her shoulder.

“Heard something in the kitchen and woke up,” she tells you as your face grimaces in embarrassment, “Shall we head to the office to talk?”

You nod your head mutely, unsure on why she’s decided to stay away even if it nearly approaches two am, but you don’t argue with her. Instead, she guides you towards the study, a comfortable room where you can speak freely without worrying too much about waking others. Your thoughts run a lot more liberally in here, despite the ache in your chest.

You take a seat on the couch, noting that it’s changed. You haven’t been here in a while, yet it remained homey with a much-needed replacement.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

She waves you off.

“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” she says.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “Is there something wrong?”

She sighs, staring wistfully to the side as you see her throat move as she swallows. The longer the silence ensues, the antsier you grew. Was she okay? Did something happen to her? Is she—?

“You and Jin are getting a divorce.”

You nearly drop your glass as you spill some of the contents on your t-shirt, hissing at the stain. But you can’t even be bothered to reach for a tissue to clean at it when you’re looking up with a horrified expression to meet your mother-in-law's face.

“I—eomeonim—how?” you splutter, cheeks flushed in mortification.

“I overheard the two of you,” she says simply, “And Jin left his laptop open and I saw an email from Jimin regarding the papers.”

You don’t know what to say because you’re absolutely mortified. More importantly, you feel ashamed. Ashamed because she found out due to you and Jin’s shouting in the kitchen and his carelessness. Not from you yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, emotions slowly overwhelming you as she looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why are you apologising, my sweet girl?” she says softly, immediately reaching out to you to wrap her arms around you as a mother would. And right now, she wasn’t your mother-in-law—but a woman who’s seen you grow alongside her own two children. You weren’t disappointing your mother-in-law but your second mother.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you choke, tears immediately falling the tighter she holds you, “I-I’m s-so sorry. I-I tried—I didn’t—want to but—I-I’m sorry.”

Your words are slurred the harder you cry, pathetically shoving your face into her shoulder as she holds you. The dam breaks, unleashing the emotions you’ve held in for so long in the arms of a mother. She doesn’t say anything but brushes your hair, holding you a little tighter when your tears stain her nightgown.

You don’t know why you’re crying so hard. Maybe it’s because it seems all too real now, with Jin’s mother knowing. Her words only solidify the fact that your marriage was nearly over and you couldn’t do anything. The ghost of Jin’s words from a day earlier still remain clear to you, and maybe—it was really your fault.

You decided it was over.

“____,” she calls you softly as you continue to sniffle in her arms, frustrated at the fact that your tears weren’t stopping. “Look at me, dear.”

You force yourself to obey even if you can’t bear to, the humiliation of her finding out this way still tormenting you.

“I’m sorry, eom—”

“Please don’t say sorry,” she holds your face in her hands, forcing your puffy eyes to look at her.

“But it’s,” you choke, unable to look at her without wanting to cry. “It’s—my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” she replies vehemently, swiping at your tears for you, “It’s not your fault.” She repeats in a softer tune.

“I wanted the divorce, eomeonim,” your lips wobble when you speak, words shakily escaping past your lips, “It’s all my fault.”

“I’m sorry,” she says instead as you nearly knock your forehead with hers at how fast you try to pull away, appalled that she was the one apologising.

“Why are you—?” your brows furrow in confusion when she holds onto you a little tighter.

“I’m not just Jin’s mother or your mother-in-law,” she says softly, “I’m a person and I see that you’re hurting. I’m apologising because you don’t deserve this.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes look up to the ceiling to stop your tears.

“I know mothers-in-law will side with their son,” she says, “But I won’t. Because Jin made a mistake and now you’re suffering because of him.”

“It’s not his fault,” you reply quietly.

You know that you blamed him earlier, but deep down—you could never blame Jin. You were the one that brought forward the divorce, and if you decided to keep fighting then maybe … maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much.

“I don’t know,” she sighs, “I don’t want to invalidate your feelings, that’s the last thing I want to do but …” she trails off as you stare at her expectantly, “I don’t know who he is without you, ____.”

You bite your lips to prevent yourself from crying again.

“Please don’t think of this as me trying to convince you to stay with him,” she begs, “If you’re unhappy, I rather you leave him than punish yourself.” You nod your head, eyes darting to your lap as she continues. “But I spoke to Jin.”

Your eyes immediately dart up in surprise as your eyes widen.

“You—?”

“Right after,” she continues softly, “I caught him before he went to bed and …” her eyes begin to water and you think you’re about to break again. “I haven’t seen him cry since your wedding day.”

Her confession knocks the wind out of you as you find yourself gasping, tears immediately leaving your eyes. The realisation that Jin cried, to his mother makes your heart clench. You knew that Jin wasn’t much of a crier himself—he didn’t even cry when Jiho was born. Nor was he the type to cry in front of his mother. He held his ego at a high level even if that irked you at times, so the news only makes you more devastated.

“I don’t know what he said to you per se,” she whispers, “But he loves you. He loves you so much—and that goddamn idiot doesn’t know how to do anything but work and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t be apologising on my son’s behalf but I want to. I want to because I love you as my daughter and I want to see you happy.”

“Eomeonim …” you croak, reaching your hand up to cover hers that lay on your face.

“Please, if you call me that I think I’m going to bawl,” she laughs quietly as you find yourself giggling along, despite the way it gets stuck in your throat. “My son is stupid. So stupid. Please—please talk to him. If it …” she swallows, “If it doesn’t work out—I’ll support you, either way. Just please, don’t leave whatever questions you have unanswered.”

You nod your head, chest feeling slightly lighter but burdened nevertheless.

“I will,” you say softly, “I promise.”

You walk her back to her room after, hugging her tightly at her door as she pushes past it, sniffling ever so slightly before retreating into the dark room.

You make your way quietly back to your room, mind weighed with different thoughts plaguing every crevice of your brain. You didn’t know what to make of her confession or statement. You wanted to believe her that Jin still loved you—but you didn’t know. You couldn’t know because you don’t remember the last time he held you, or maybe you did and it was months ago.

Your feet stop right in front of the door as you hesitate to reach for the knob. He was asleep, anyway. You decide to push, slowly turning as you slip into the dark room.

It wasn’t dark.

And Jin was awake.

He’s awake and sat in his bed, something resting on his lap as he uses the nightlight beside him to flip through it. He hears the intrusion as you stand, frozen, and his eyes lift to meet yours.

You think this is the first time in a while that you’ve seen him like this, in bed and comfortable with a slight puffiness to his eyes while his shirt remains wrinkled—the proof of his comfort. Your heart clenches because you missed this—missed returning to him in bed, soft and warm as you press against him.

And the dam breaks for the second time that night.

You don’t know what compels you to run to him, or allow him to hold you while you sob into his arms—but you do. You practically leap onto him, body curling pathetically into his side as he holds you like he’s afraid you’d slip away. He lets you cry your eyes out, he lets you cry until snot is unattractively running down your nose and staining his t-shirt. He lets you, because he hasn’t let you feel him for a long time.

You instantly melt into his hold, missing his warmth. And when your eyes briefly fall into his lap to get a glimpse of what he was staring at, you cry even harder.

It was a banner you made for his twenty-ninth birthday, right after the two of you got married. Your then favourite pictures of Jin stained every surface of the banner, some edges wearing off due to age—and you remember each moment so vividly.

From taking a picture of him when he was taking a picture of you, to when he was making you breakfast in the morning, to his birthday as you smashed cake into his face, the flowers he got you when he broke your favourite cup, your fishing trip—everything. You remember it.

You sob harder, clutching onto his t-shirt as he tucks your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. You were so tired of crying but it was all you could do.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after your sobs turn into tireless chokes, “I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you,” you cry, hitting his chest while he lets you, “Why are you so stupid.”

“I know,” he sighs, “I’m stupid. Hate me. Do anything you want to me.”

“I-I”—you croak, still slamming your fists into his chest weakly as you helplessly flutter your eyes shut—“I don’t hate you.” You finish quietly, your truth surfacing as you note that his eyes soften at your defeated tone.

Your emotions are everywhere and frankly, you can’t really think with how you’re pressed against his body like you never wanted him to let go. Right now, you didn’t. You wanted to be held, vulnerable and teary while he soothes you with his gentle touches.

You can’t stop the tears, way too overwhelmed to even process the fact that Jin doesn’t shift away one bit, hand clutching the back of your head as he rubs circles against your scalp. Who were you to pull away?

You sniffle pathetically before you pull away ever so slightly, flushed and embarrassed at the sudden loss of control over your emotions.

“Are you done?” he asks softly, referring to your tears as you pull away to swipe under your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, “I still feel like crying.”

“Then cry,” he replies gently, “I’ll be here to hold you.”

You want to hit him because his words only spur the tears on.

“I just wanted you,” you whisper, “I only wanted you …” your lips wobble when you look up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, “I know sorry won’t erase the pain I’ve caused you but that’s all I can offer for now.”

“Why did you—why did you just”—you sniff pathetically—“why didn’t you fight me. Why didn’t you stop me.”

“I thought it would make you happy,” he pulls away, and you both know how absurd his excuse sounds but you’re too tired to fight. “I only wanted you to be happy.”

“You idiot,” you hiss through a clogged nose, “You would’ve made me happy.” You say softly. “I wanted to be happy with you.”

“You make me happy too,” he says softly into your hair.

You’re still angry, and you’re tired. But even if there were things you were unsure about, you missed being close to Jin more than anything.

“Your mom said you were stupid,” you murmur.

He laughs quietly, pulling you closer to his chest.

“I am,” he agrees.

The silence returns but it’s no longer as suffocating as the past few days have been. It’s more reflective than not and you’re thankful, even if your eyes are uncomfortably swollen—you allow yourself to be held. The weaker part of you is unable to say no to him.

“Why …” you begin softly, eyes looking up to already see him staring at you. “Why didn’t you sign the papers?”

He blinks at you for a while before he sighs, resting his chin atop your head.

“I didn’t want it to be real,” he says so softly you almost missed it. “I thought—I thought if I dragged it out then …”

“… it wouldn’t have happened?” You finish quietly.

He groans, frustrated as your eyebrows furrow at his sudden change in demeanour.

“I know it sounds pathetic,” he admits, “I was a coward, ____. I was stressed and overwhelmed and—suddenly … you wanted a divorce, I just”—he takes a deep breath to collect himself and you’re mildly alarmed to spot his glassy eyes—“I didn’t know what to do …”

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” you ask timidly, fingers gripping his shirt tightly. There was really no need for you to cling onto him, but you couldn’t do anything else right now. Especially when he returns the gesture.

“Would you believe me if I said it’s because I didn’t want to burden you?” he brushes your hair out of your face as his hand cradles your cheek, “I wanted to be the one you could rely on and … I didn’t know what to do.”

Your face crumbles when you note the sincerity behind his voice. Rationally, you knew that a relationship required communication but you knew Jin, and you knew that he always tried to plaster this mask to the world that depicted him as a reliable and unshakable fortress. All this time … he was struggling and so were you.

The realisation only makes you sadder, and you feel all the more horrible when you remember that you brought up the divorce in the midst of all of this.

“I’m sorry!” you wail, face burying into his chest as his eyes widen.

“_____—” he murmurs.

“No—I just,” you say frantically, rushing to get your words out, afraid if you’d forget as if he’d disappear. “I didn’t know—and I thought—I thought you didn’t … I thought we were—fuck. I’m so sorry, I just wanted you—I—”

You have no idea what you’re saying but Jin doesn’t look confused. He understands, and you know that because he shoots you a gentle smile before rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

“Please don’t apologise,” he whispers, forehead resting against yours as you blink away your tears. “I don’t blame you. I could never blame you.”

“But I …” you protest.

He shushes you with a kiss to your forehead and you instantly melt into his hold.

“You did what you thought would make you happy,” he tells you honestly, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I asked for a divorce, Jin,” you exasperate.

“Are we?”

You blink, startled as you pull away, heart nearly shattering until he grabs you by the wrist.

“Hey, no,” he whispers, “That’s not what I meant,” he cups your face in his hands as your lips wobble all over again. God—you fucking despised being a crybaby. “Look at me.”

You do, and you see how tired he looks. How have you not noticed before? His cheeks look duller, and his dark circles are more apparent than ever. You just want to reach out to touch him.

And you do. Your hand shakily reaches out to caress his face in a way that you weren’t able to for the past few months. It’s almost like a new feeling, but your fingers find their way home relatively easy, tracing each pore and wrinkle, memorising his face to memory all over again.

“Are we getting a divorce, ____?” he repeats firmly, never breaking eye contact with you.

Your lip tremble.

“I don’t—” you warble, as he leans his forehead against yours again.

“Because I don’t want a divorce,” he says, and it’s the first time he’s explicitly admitted it.

“I don’t either,” you say weakly.

“I meant it when I said I want to be with you in sickness and in health,” he whispers earnestly, breath tickling your cheek, “And till death do us apart.”

“I’m sorry, Jin,” you say timidly, eyes darting to your lap.

“Don’t apologise to me,” he says sternly, not unkindly as your eyes flutter up. “Not when I’m the one that has an entire lifetime worth of apologies to give you.”

“I just …” you trail off softly, “I just want us to be okay.”

He’s still staring at you, and there’s a pained expression behind his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

His question stuns you, purely because you weren’t expecting it and because you’ve nearly forgotten what it felt like to have his lips pressed against yours, or even the nervous waver of his voice when he looks at you so earnestly that you can’t find the words to respond with. So, you settle for actions instead.

You nod your head mutely, heart ramming against your chest when he begins to lean in.

You don’t remember the last time he’s kissed you, or held you, or looked at you like this. There’s a dull ache in your chest when you recall the nights you’ve spent agonising over the downfall of your marriage, but Jin distracts you from your thoughts when his lips tickle over yours.

There’s no rush this time, even as your eyes are swollen while you flutter them shut. There’s no desperation to kiss you, and you aren’t desperate to be kissed either. It’s as if the both of you wanted to savour this moment—to remember what it feels like to have almost lost. It hurt—but it was necessary. A necessary reminder to you and to Jin that fighting was tiring but it was worth it.

When he finally presses his lips to yours, you nearly cry. You immediately melt into his hold, especially when he cradles your cheek with his palm and pulls you closer to his chest.

You kiss him with a mission to tell him how much you’ve yearned for this—for him. But you’re distracted when you feel something hot against your cheek.

It’s not your tears—it’s his.

You pull away, alarmed when you realise that Jin’s body is shaking.

“Jin?” zYou clutch his shoulders, eyes searching for his as he covers his face with his shoulder, effectively shielding his tears away from you.

“I-I’m sorry,” he chokes, furiously wiping his eyes with his shirt as your face falls.

“J-Jin, please don’t—” you say shakily, going to embrace him, but to your displeasure, he refuses, breathing deeply to collect himself.

You don’t think you’ve seen Jin this uncollected ever. Not even when he was crying during your wedding. His body shakes with the ferocity of his tears, the intensity of his breaths only causes his shoulders to heave up and down and all you can do is stare at him with sad eyes.

“I know an apology won’t fix anything,” he says vehemently, managing to get some of his words out as he peers up at you with red-rimmed eyes, “But I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you question this marriage—for—for not loving you the way you deserve.”

“Jin …” you say softly, reaching out to hold his hand as his own tears continue to fall from his eyes.

This time, it’s you who allows him to nuzzle his head into the crook of your shoulder as he sobs. It’s quieter than you, but no less painful.

“I was so scared,” he confesses, “I was terrified when you showed me the papers. I really thought—this is it. It’s over.”

You stay silent, biting your lip to stop your own tears from escaping when you recall the memory.

“I was so scared what would happen,” he croaks, “I thought I was going to lose you, forever. I thought—I thought I was going to lose Jiho.”

“I’d never do that to you,” you say shakily.

“I know,” he returns, “But I was the most afraid of who I was going to be without you.”

You look down at him when his eyes dart up, pained and sunken when he clutches your hands in his larger ones, squeezing your fingers in a way that you assume he hopes to translate his desperation. You feel it, and you squeeze back.

“You’re Kim Seokjin,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb across his chin.

“That’s just my name,” he scoffs, shaking his head, “I’m nothing without you.”

“That’s not—”

“You and Jiho were the only one’s that got me through each day, you know?” He murmurs as your heart clenches. “Every day, when another deal failed to follow through and ended up bringing losses—or when the stockholders went against me—I could only think of you and Jiho.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that return this time around, choking on your own sobs.

“I wanted so much to give you both the world that I,” he swallows, “That I got greedy—and I ended up … I ended up losing the both of you instead.”

“I’m here, Jin,” you say softly.

“I know I don’t deserve it yet,” he says quietly, “But please don’t leave me.”

You realise belatedly that even with the divorce, you could never have left him the way you thought you could.

You don’t answer him, instead—you provide your answer through your actions by kissing him. Harder than before but just as earnest. Both of your tears clash against your skins, but you can’t be bothered to care when he returns your kiss with an equal amount of desperation and affection.

“I love you,” he breathes into your mouth as you gasp. “I love you more than love itself.”

You want to hit him in the way he’s making you cry harder.

“I love”—you choke on your words when he presses a kiss to your jaw, his confession raw and honest—“God, I love you.”

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you,” he says vehemently, kissing every inch of your face, your jaw and your neck as you cling onto his shirt desperately right before his dark eyes look up to catch your flushed expression. “Will you let me?”

“Yes—God—please,” you beg, pulling him closer to your body as he peppers open-mouth kisses down your sternum and across your chest.

“Can I love you tonight, ____?”

You nod your head desperately, heart fuller than it’s been in a long time. You know the consequences, and you couldn’t give a damn right now. You still needed to heal, and so did he—but when he holds you a little tighter, you know that neither of you was going anywhere.

“Love me,” you gasp, “Please, Jin.”

“I’ll love you,” he hisses, trailing down your neck, his words juxtaposing with the tenderness of his touch as his hands slip under your shirt. His touch is molten, especially when you’ve missed the feeling of having him like this—close, desperate and yours for the moment.

“I miss you,” you confess while he drags his fingers across your abdomen and rests right under your breasts. He looks up at you with soft eyes as you return them, eyes swollen. “I really miss you, Jin.”

He leans up to kiss you, hands multitasking as they cup your tits while you gasp into his mouth.

“I miss you,” he returns with a heartfelt tone, “I’ll never let this happen. Ever again.”

Now, all you can do is trust him, trust him and his words and that he’d take care of you. His hands tickle under your shirt but you can’t be bothered when he finally cups your breast with his large hands, gentle yet steadfast when he tweaks your peaked buds.

“O-Oh,” you gasp, head lulling back when his lips trail down to your neck, hands already helping you out of your shirt.

“Will you let me see you, beautiful?” he murmurs.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, lifting your arms up to ease the process.

You should’ve felt vulnerable, being more than just physically naked in front of him. But throughout the hurt and the pain, he’s never made you doubt yourself for once. It was as if you were held captive by him, even when your heart was slowly shattering. It’s also why when he gives you a once over with hunger behind his eyes, you don’t shy away. Instead, your back arches, giving him more than enough to see—to feel.

“I missed you,” he repeats, pressing a kiss to your nipple as you whimper, hands curling around his hair as his head dips lower, “Missed you—missed how gorgeous you looked like this.”

He tells you more by painting the truth on your breast, lavishing each bud with pert attention as you find yourself growing wetter in arousal. His tongue is hot against the cool air of the room, the juxtaposition of the temperatures only sending your head into short-circuiting.

“J-Jin please,” you breathe, staring down at him when his dark eyes lift up to meet yours. His stare is enough to have your thighs clenching together. “M-More.”

“Of course,” he croons, “I’ll give you everything you want.”

You mewl as his hands trace fluttering touches against your stomach before they’re reaching your mound. He doesn’t drag this out as he’d normally, the distant memories of your nights spent tangled together as he edged you till you were crying. No, this time—he’s gentle, he’s soft and careful with the way he handles you, spreading your legs as you pliantly obey, eyes fluttering with every move that he makes.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your mound as you whimper at the contact, needy in want. “I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy, hm?”

You nod your head in desperation, lifting your hips to aid him in the process of slipping off your pants along with your panties, baring your slicked pussy to his face. You catch a brief glimpse of his expression, especially when he unabashedly ogles your wetness with desire behind his eyes. You’re a little flustered since it’s been a while, so your legs naturally threaten to snap shut but Jin doesn’t let you get too far.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says quietly, eyes peering up at you as you can’t find it in you to respond with how your throat clamps shut. “Want to see you. Always do.”

Your heart tugs in your chest, but you aren’t able to dwell on the feeling for too long when Jin dives into your heat, tongue immediately flattening against your pussy as he tracks your wetness up your slit to where your engorged bud lies. Your back immediately arches while your hand finds purchase in his hair, grounding yourself at the way your stomach immediately heaves inwards at his ministrations.

Jin doesn’t relent, nor does he tease. He’s quick and precise with every flick of his appendage over your clit, rapidly swirling the bud in the way you like as he alternates between harsh sucks and tugging at the pearl, causing sobs of pleasure to leave your lips. It’s a product of how long you’ve been together and how he’s learned every pulse and shiver as a sign of your pleasure.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you mewl, “D-Don’t stop.”

“You taste so good, love,” he moans into your pussy, the vibrations immediately causing your toes to curl as your head tilts backwards. “A pussy like yours should be eaten every day, yeah? As your husband—I should do that.”

When he calls himself your husband, you feel yourself whine in pleasure, the term causing fondness to bloom in your chest. You don’t know if he’s said it on purpose, but he doesn’t stop with his actions, instead, one of the hands that presses your stomach down to keep you in place reaches up to where your hand clutches his hair and brings it away.

“J-Jin,” you whine, hips bucking when he swirls his tongue over your clit, slowly while his eyes peer up to lock with yours.

The act is all too intimate, and your poor heart can barely take it with how sensitive you are all over, emotionally and physically. But Jin takes your flushed face as a good sign, and he ruins you all over when he intertwines your fingers together.

“Can feel you clenching,” he hums teasingly, “you going to come for me?”

You nod your head vigorously, fingers pressing tightly against his larger palm as he laughs into your pussy at your eagerness. Once he gets the confirmation for you, it’s like he was holding out the entire time despite him causing your legs to shiver by the side of his face.

This time, Jin presses his face tightly against your pussy as you squeal, louder than you expected as he flicks his tongue over your bud so rapidly that your mind is blank in pleasure, legs shaking uncontrollably as your body quivers in pleasure.

“Oh oh oh! J-Jin—fuck, I-I’m gonna—please let me cum, please please please,” you cry desperately, hips grinding against his face as he slurps your clit like he was parched.

“Come for me, beautiful. Wanna feel you drench my tongue,” he encourages you softly, yet his words send a wave of pleasure all across your body as you finally feel the last bit of your coil snap.

“J-Jin!” you sob, back arching as his large palm splays over your stomach to keep you rooted in position, forcing you to take all the pleasure he was giving you. Your legs shake by his face as he keeps his mouth open with his tongue out as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm away.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling away with a parting kiss to your clit that as you jumping. “I missed this. Missed your pussy.”

“Miss you,” you mumble dazedly, your fingers carding through his hair as he peers up at you.

“Come here,” he whispers, inching up as he gently holds your cheek in his palm while you immediately lean into his touch.

While you lay on his bed, relatively boneless, Jin stares at you with devout affection, his eyes softening when he holds your gaze. His lips glisten with your wetness, mouth slightly parting while he rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“I love you,” he says quietly, “I really—I’m so in love with you.”

“Jin,” you say shyly, eyes darting away when he doesn’t look away.

“You’re the love of my life,” he divulges gently, leaning his forehead against yours as you take in every freckle that marks his skin, and the dulcet curve of his lips when he presses it against yours.

You can’t find a response that would indulge in what you truly felt, so you settle for reciprocating his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you learn all about the way he feels all over again. You miss this, and you’d admit it over and over again—until he reminds you just how much of a home his touch was.

“I want you,” you whimper, pulling away to peer up to his dark eyes.

“Gotta be quiet, okay?” he murmurs as you nod obediently. “Need me to prep you? It’s been a while.”

Ever the gentleman and the considerate person he was, although you reckoned it was the most sensible option—you missed the feeling of having him feel you whole.

“No need,” you say, “Just—fuck me, please.”

He chuckles, leaning down to press hot kisses against your jaw and the nape of your neck as he uses his palms to spread your legs, feeling the way his hardened cock presses against your thigh. You take the time to card your fingers through his hair, gently pressing against his temple, then his cheek, and finally his bottom lip while you attempt to let your actions display what you feel.

As if Jin senses this, he leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips. One that’s both desperate and longing, a greeting from the past that blooms in the present.

“Ready?” he murmurs, fist clutching his cock while it prods against your quivering hole.

He swiftly removes his shirt, chucking it aside as he presses the tip against your quivering hole. You nod eagerly, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he finally pushes through the first barrier. Your breath hitches, mostly because Jin wasn’t average-sized by any means. He grunts from above you, face contorted as he slowly inches his way in, careful to not hurt you.

Frankly, you were wet enough from your previous orgasm and how much your body craved him—but as you mentioned, he was big. But the pleasant burn of his girth stretching you out have you gasping, eyes peering up at him in desperation.

“M-More,” you whimper, hips chasing his as you encourage him to sheathe himself further into you.

“Are you sure?” he asks, lips pressed against your jaw as you nod.

“I’m good,” you assure him, pulling away just to shoot him a small smile that he returns.

Finally, he bottoms out, the last bit of his length in you as you whimper at the feeling of being so full, so whole. Jin remains still, to allow you a few seconds to adjust to having him in you. While you were desperate for more, you appreciated the gesture.

There’s something oddly intimate about having him in you but not moving at all. There’s no rush to thrust into you with hot pleasure and love, but just the comfort of having him here—with you. Your heart squeezes in fondness, mostly because you missed him. Missed having him so close to you and in your reach.

“Y-You can move,” you pant, hips already moving at their own accord as he groans from above you.

“God,” he sighs, “I missed you. Missed you so much.”

“I-I missed you too,” you say in between pants as he begins to thrust into you, pulling his cock out until the hilt before slamming back home.

It sends your body up the bed as you indulge in how good it feels. Both emotionally and physically. One of your hands clutches at his hair while he builds up his pace by occupying all the space in between your hot walls.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “You feel so—good.”

You nearly forgot how strong Jin was, and how effortlessly he was able to send white-hot pleasure coursing through your bloodstream with the way that his hips move. He’s relentless with his pounding, the squelches of your wetness echoing in the room with every single purposeful thrust, your gasps of pleasure tangled with the way the slap of his hips meet yours—it’s all too stimulating and it feels so good.

“Oh my God, J-Jin, fuck, oh,” you sob, clawing at his back when he speeds up his thrusts, the tip of his cockhead scraping against the spot within you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You feel so full, and your pussy is attempting to accommodate his thick and long length. Your clit is throbbing in want as your hand reaches down to deliver some reprieve, but before you can do anything meaningful—Jin’s slapping your hand away to replace it with his own, and a determined expression on his face.

“Fuck, this pussy’s so wet,” he hisses, rubbing vigorous figure eights on your swollen bud as your mouth falls open into a silent moan, “Would die for this pussy. Always.”

His words send your stomach clenching, paired with the way he doesn’t falter at all with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts.

“Oh oh—ngh, p-please—don’t stop oh my God you’re so fucking—good,” you scream, right before Jin captures your mouth with his lips, swallowing your moans.

“As much as I want to hear you, we’re not home,” he reminds you softly, eyes swirling with amusement as you flush a deeper shade of red, a chortled squeal caught in your throat when he emphasises his point with a particular thrust that has your chest jostling.

Yet, it’s not his cock that has you burning.

Home.

Your home. The home that hasn’t felt much like one.

“Ohhhh,” you wail, muffled by his lips, “Don’t stop oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum again—shit.”

“Yeah, gonna cum for me again?” he eggs you on with a grunt, leaning his chest against yours as your sticky body meets while his hips continue working its way into your pussy. “God fuck, I’m so lucky—you’re so beautiful.

“J-Jin,” you mewl, your glassy eyes peering up at him as he returns. Somehow, he knows—he knows even if all you’ve uttered was his name.

“I got you, my love,” he says so ardently that you feel a tear fall, both in pleasure and in overwhelming love. “Look at me.”

You do, and Jin decides to intertwine the free hand that isn’t abusing your poor clit into blazing pleasure with your own, squeezing your hand. It just so happens to be his left hand, and you feel the familiar squeeze of his wedding ring against your empty finger.

The realisation that he never took it off only makes you cry harder.

“J-Jin, I-I’m—” you blubber through a moan, feeling the coil in your stomach grow tenfold when he rams into you at a speed and a sense of determination you’ve never felt before. “I—oh fuck—I’m going to—!”

“I love you,” he confesses, squeezing your hand as it lays by the side of your head. The heat grows, and you feel yourself grow light-headed when Jin leans in to press a hot kiss to your lips, his own grunts caught in between your teeth.

“I love—fuck, oh,” you struggle to form coherent words, not when your pussy clenches erratically around his length, your wetness dripping down his balls while he attempts to focus on battering your g-spot with a snipers precision.

“Cum for me,” he grunts, “Cum for me and look me in the eye. Wanna see how fucking gorgeous you look for me.”

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut momentarily as more tears fall, and when you open them—you see a manic look in Jin’s gaze, paired with his own stray tear falling.

“I love you—I love you I love you I love you,” you chant frantically, cunt pulsing as your legs shake, “I-I’m cum—cumming—”

“Me too, love,” he murmurs, hips stuttering when you clench around him. “I love you so much. You’re the—best thing. I’m so fucking—lucky.”

His own words are slurred, and you feel the coil snap, your eyes trained only on his expression as you feel your orgasm overtake you with an acute force that has you nearly blanking out. You gush around his length, and that stimulates Jin’s own release, his cum painting your walls white with its heat as you shudder at the feeling of being so wholly full.

“Oh oh oh,” you mewl, clutching his hand tighter as you choke on your sobs of pleasure and tears. “Kiss me. Kiss me please.”

Your pleas are granted with a desperate kiss to your lips, your arms immediately wrapping around his shoulders while he shoves his cock further into you, plugging his cum as you whine into his open mouth. He releases loads of his cum into you that it threatens to slip past your swollen folds.

Jin kisses you, and you kiss him back. You don’t dare to let go and neither does he. The desperation between the two of you is an accumulation of nights spent apart, spent agonising the death of your relationship, the potential of a future without each other—the hypotheticals of what-ifs. You feel his ring against your jaw when he curls his hand around it to push himself deeper into your mouth.

“I love you,” he says again, and yet your heart flutters like it’s the first.

You pull away to catch your breath, forehead resting against his as you sniff the remaining of your tears away. A croaked laugh leaves your lips as Jin smiles softly at you, thumb rubbing against your cheek with immense tenderness and affection that you can’t do anything but lean into his touch.

He’s still in you, and yet—there’s no rush to move despite the cum that leaks out of your hole.

“I love you,” you echo.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, regret staining his words as his eyes flutter shut. “I—I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness just yet—”

You stop him by pressing a kiss to his lips, soft. Pleading.

“We’ve got all the time to learn,” you say quietly, “Now, I just want you.”

He pauses for a second just to observe your face, to take in your earnest eyes as he sighs, both remorseful and thankful. Thankful that he’s met you, and thankful that you’re still here despite his shortcomings.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he says with a determined gaze as you smile softly at him.

“I’ll take your word on that,” you say with a giggle.

He pulls out of you as you wince, immediately feeling his cum drip out of you. You’re about to whine a complaint, but he interrupts any ripostes from your lips with another kiss.

You’re not complaining.

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you,” he says as you flush at his words. “Being next to you. Learning with you. Growing with you. I want to do it all—only with you.”

You want to slap him. You do. It’s the only thing you can think of when you feel your tears burn behind your eyelids.

“God,” you sniff as he grins at you.

“You’re such a crybaby,” he teases, leaning over your body to pick up his t-shirt before he’s wiping at your folds.

You scowl, ready to nag his ear off for using his own shirt, but before you can do any damage, he’s chucking it aside once he deems you clean enough before he’s suffocating you with a death grip around your body.

“My baby,” he murmurs into your neck as you flush.

“Jiiiiiiin,” you whine, “I need to—I need to pee.”

“Let me carry you,” he immediately says, swooping your naked body up with his arms as you yelp.

“I’m not—I can walk!” you squeak.

“Don’t think so,” he smirks as you roll your eyes at him, your eyes still puffy from your tears. “Your legs are shaking.”

And shaking, they were. You knew that you had no way of walking to the bathroom without collapsing with how good Jin had fucked you previously. But you were prideful as you stick your nose up snootily, looking away when he leans in to kiss you.

“Does the queen not want to kiss her king?” he pouts childishly as you roll her eyes.

“More like a peasant,” you mutter.

You squeal when he threatens to tickle you, blowing a raspberry into your neck while your boisterous laughter echoes against the wall.

It’s late, and people were sleeping, but the way that Jin holds you so gently as you’ve remembered—makes you forget about reality, about everything else. You can only focus on him, the way he’s making you feel and the way you see your best friend, love of your life—and your husband—return to you.

“Hey,” he murmurs once you’re done peeing and draped over one of his large t-shirts as the two of you cuddle in bed.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” he whispers, your eyes nearly drooping shut in fatigue.

“I love you too,” you say softly, snuggling into his chest as he holds you tighter.

“Once we go back …” he murmurs, “I want—I want us to go for couple therapy.”

You pause.

You look up at him, noticing his nervous expression as you smile. You wrap your fingers around him before brushing your thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

“Okay,” you agree, “We will.”

“And … I want to take you out,” he says before clearing his throat. “On a date.”

“We’re married,” you giggle.

And it feels to good to believe it.

He rolls his eyes and you spot the slight flush on his cheeks.

“I know,” he says, “I missed going out with you.”

Your face softens before you sigh to yourself, happy.

“Me too,” you say.

“I love you,” he repeats again. You won’t ever get tired of hearing it.

You return it with a kiss, and finally, allow yourself a comfortable sleep after months.

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It’s both simultaneously all too hot and too cold when you arise from your slumber.

Your body aches in satisfaction from the events from last night, and you vividly remember the hot touches and long-awaited, teary-eyed confessions that were shared between you and your husband (and yes, your heart does bloom when you refer to Jin as his rightful position in your life rather than … that).

But the indent of where his body lays remains cool, as your body attempts to search for warmth that wasn’t the duvet absolutely suffocating you but in a touch of the love of your life. Still drowsy from sleep, you pat down on the mattress to find not what you were looking for, but a sick feeling of anxiety that stirs in your stomach.

The worst permeates your mind, and for a moment you’ve wondered if you dreamt it all—the reconciliation that promised retribution and a better future just a figment of your imagination and deepest desires. The mound between your thighs aches when you push yourself into an upright position, blinking as you attempt to search the room for his whereabouts.

Before your mind can continue to think the worst of the situation, the door creaks open—and Jin enters, face still slightly puffy from sleep but no less handsome than he’s always been. Your shoulders droop in relief, and just as you’re about to call to him—you note the third guest that joins you.

“Stole Jiho from the kids' room,” he whispers in consideration of your still snoozing son as he wraps himself around his father’s broad body.

“Thought you left,” you confess softly, making space when his knee pressed against the mattress, only for him to lay Jiho softly on the plush surface as he joins his son by his side.

“Never,” Jin says, reaching a hand to brush a stray hair away from your face before he reaches to hold your hand to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

At that moment, your son’s eyes slowly peer open, probably due to the fact that you and Jin were staring at him with full adoration. When he realises it’s just his parents, he grins, wide and with his bread cheeks before he lets out a giggle that has your heart soaring.

“Mama,” he smiles, chubby arms reaching out for a hug as you indulge in his affection. You lay back, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he snuggles into your warmth.

“Just wanted to hold the both of you,” Jin says as you rub gentle circles on Jiho’s back.

Your heart softens exponentially, free hand reaching out to Jin’s so that he’d wrap an arm around you and your son.

“Warm,” Jiho mumbles, pressed between the bodies of you and Jin’s love while the two of you stare, hopelessly and utterly in love with the person you’ve created—and each other.

“I love you, Jiho,” Jin whispers, hugging him impossibly tighter as your son smiles innocently.

“Love you!” he chirps back, eyes fluttering shut the more comfortable it gets for him.

As you run your fingers fondly through the strands of your son’s hair, Jin’s voice interrupts your love-dazed gaze with a soft confession, a record of the years you’ve known each other and the many more years you had to learn about each other.

“I love you,” he murmurs, leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss.

You smile even with the crust in your eyes, happy and content. You don’t respond because Jin’s already beginning to doze off, cheeks puffed and pressed against the pillow.

For a moment, you allow yourself to be selfish, to wallow in the love of your small family and the warmth that they gave you today, and every other day that was to come. You and Jin still had a long way to go before you could properly say things were okay, but the fact that either of you had given up, was more than enough to give you hope—to give you a vision of another thirty years, and more.

You’d do it all, with Jin.

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[♥] ➝ personal favourites

getting your wisdom teeth removed might be a nightmare but nurse jungkook is a dream. (nurse!jungkook x y/n) ☀♥

you might not be flexible but at least your baby blue leg-warmers are cute. (yogainstructor!jungkook x y/n)☀♥

you know… being a responsible older sister and dropping your little brother off at practice every week might not be such a bad thing, after all. (soccercoach!jungkook x y/n) ☀♥

turns out the kiss cam at this hockey match is a blessing in disguise. (happy birthday, jungkook!) ☀♥

it’s hard to stay professional when he’s practically shirtless in front of you. (model!jungkook x makeupartist!y/n) ☀★

the only thing sweeter than the ice cream here is the boy who’s serving it to you. (icecreamboy!jungkook x y/n) ☀

jungkook doesn’t usually like sharing his pocky sticks… but somehow, he’s okay with giving a couple of them to you. (shy!jungkook x sunshiney!y/n) ☀

your two left feet and complete lack of balance isn’t the only thing that’s making you weak in the knees this valentine’s day. (rollerskatinginstructor!jungkook x y/n) ☀♥

it’s almost 3am and you’re pretty sure your mannequin wants to kill you.(fashionmajor!y/n x bestfriend!hoseok) ☀

the handsome sommelier makes this wine-tasting event a little more fun. just a little, though. (winehater!y/n x sommelier!hoseok)☀

yoonji has a gun in her purse and she’s not afraid to use it on yoongi if it means getting you all to herself. (yoongi&yoonji x y/n) ☀

yoongi’s not supposed to get sick, but here he is, leaking fluids all over the place. (android!yoongiverse) ☀★

no, she’s not going to reenact that spaghetti scene from lady & the tramp with you. (yoonji x y/n) ((happy pride month!))☀

yoongi really, really wants to hold your hand, alright? (firstdate!yoongi x firstdate!y/n)☀♥

yoongi hates the beach but you and hwayoung make it a little better. (ceo!yoongiverse) ☀

yoongi finds the scrapbook you never had the chance to give him. (android!yoongiverse) ☁

wait a minute… who the hell is agust d? (ceo!yoongiverse) ☀

yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he’s going to gi-give it to you in more ways than one. (ceo!yoongiverse) ★

mornings with hwayoung and yoongi are always the best. (ceo!yoongiverse) ☀

how do you tell someone you like them… romantic style… you know what i mean? (awkward!y/n) ☀

maybe you could’ve ended up with him in another life. (alternate ceo!yoongiverse) ☁

yoonji just wants her damn kisses, alright?! ☀

yoongi hates going to therapy, but you and your dumb hershey kisses make it a little better, he supposes. (lveb!yoongi x receptionist!y/n) ☀♥

a groggy yoongi comes home late from work and is pleasantly surprised by what he’s been greeted with. (sugardaddy!yoongi x sugarbaby!y/n) ☀★♥

yoongi’s ex is back in town for a visit and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone. ☀☁

hwayoung’s two now and you’re definitely a little emotional about it. ☀

mini series: uni!yoongi x dorky!y/n 

yoongi thinks your ass looks cute in a lab coat and you think yoongi’s a brat. ☀♥

yoongi’s trying to teach you how to skateboard - he has peppa pig bandaids in his backpack in case you fall. ☀★♥

yoongi’s down for studying if there’s mistletoe involved. ☀★ / [alternative storyline!] yoongi’s plan to make you jealous doesn’t go exactly as he’d expected. ☀♥

yoongi believes that one scrunchie is just as capable as a pair of handcuffs - it’s time to put that theory to the test. ★

yoongi’s always had an overactive imagination. ★  

mini series: ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongi

yoongi’s the one working for you - so why are you getting him a cup of coffee? ☀

y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. ☀

namjoon just doesn’t understand why he can’t be the one to tutor you.(librarian!namjooniverse)☀★

you’re 110% infatuated with the cute human boy who has cute dimples and an even cuter obsession with crabs. (mermaid!y/n x human!namjoon)☀

you have a wet dream about namjoon and yoongi just wants to help his best friend get laid. (lveb!namjooniverse) ★

park jimin annoys the hell out of you but at least his brownies are good. (jimin x grumpy!y/n) ☀♥

hoseok tricks you into attending a speed-dating event and (unsurprisingly) it doesn’t go down so well… then things gets a little better, thanks to the handsome stranger sitting at the bar. (speeddating-host!jimin x y/n) ☀

mini series: ta!jimin x uni!y/n

your astronomy ta makes you want to blast yourself off into the stars. (ta!jimin x student!y/n) ☀♥

jimin certainly has very interesting techniques to motivate you to study. (ta!jiminverse)☀

mini series: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

you’re his favourite student but jimin will never admit that even though it’s fairly obvious. ☀

you should probably learn how to keep your mouth shut. ☀♥

maybe jimin feels a little bad that he’s keeping all of you in class on valentine’s day. ☀♥

staying after class to help jimin clean up turns out to be a lot more interesting than you thought it’d be. ☀★

once again - you should probably learn how to keep your mouth shut. ☁

if lisa and co. are going to pop over for another surprise visit another day, you and jimin are going to need a better plan. ☀★

jimin thinks you can’t commit to him and that’s not the truth at all. ☁

how can you possibly resist that adorable face? (petshopemployee!taehyung x y/n) ☀

you like to think your daughter is the cutest person in the world but her teacher’s definitely giving her a run for her money. (kindergartenteacher!taehyung x singlemom!y/n) ☀♥

you have about five pounds of ramen in your system but the cute waiter is the one making you feel queasy. (ramenboy!taehyung x y/n) ☀

your cat escaped again - but this time, he’s brought a guest back home with him. (animalwhisperer!tae x y/n) ☀

the catcher in the rye? oh, sure - of course you know that book! it’s about catching loaves of bread, right? (bookkeeper!tae x y/n) ☀♥

you and taehyung hate each other, but it’s nothing that a little bit of mistletoe can’t fix. (lawstudent!taehyung x lawstudent!y/n) ☀★

jin likes you a lot but not enough that he’s willing to let you eat ramen out of a coffee pot. (culinarystudent!jin x y/n) ☀★

jin doesn’t know why he’s so nervous around you when it should really be the other way around. (popular!jin x studious!y/n) ☀

all you wanted was to find an empty table to study at but you’re certainly not opposed to the addition of a cute boy sitting at an empty table. (unistudent!jin x unistudent!y/n) ☀

jin is this close to keying the mini cooper that keeps parking in the no-parking zone. (patrolofficer!jin x unistudent!y/n) ☀

you forgot to order a birthday cake for yoongi - luckily, there’s a bakery that’s still open at this hour. (baker!jin x forgetful!y/n) ☀

a surprising amount of tears were shed at build-a-bear today. at build-a-bear. (employee!jin x heartbroken!y/n) ☀

you take namjoon ice-skating and it doesn’t go exactly as planned. or… maybe it goes exactly as planned. (emt!jin x y/n) ☀