kooklovee

[kooklovee]

soooooooo goooddd🤍🤍🔥🔥

QUARTER PAST FOUR | 02

⏲︎ Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

︎⏲︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

⏲︎ Age restrictions: 18+

⏲︎ Size: mini series (19 990+ words)

⏲︎ Chapters: #01 | #02 | #03

⏲︎ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, obscene nicknames, blowjobs, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t)

⏲︎ From author: I have something to tell you again. For those who are interested, read the notes at the end of the story 👇🏻

⏲︎ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul 🫠🥰💗

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⏲︎ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If you’re sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment — please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 🥺 Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

Your fingers clench a small black-and-white photograph. It's nothing special — just a circle in a gray void. But it is the indisputable confirmation that the tests were right. It's your child. Your and Jungkook's child.

You look at the photo and your heart stops. Thoughts rush one after another, confusing you, tearing you apart from the inside. If you didn't know who Jungkook was, you might be happy. But now, this little proof of life inside you brings you not so much joy as fear.

Jungkook is gone. You asked him to leave, and he did. You hope it's forever. You haven't seen him in over four weeks, but the pain doesn't subside — on the contrary, it gets sharper every day. And now... everything has become even more complicated. You are carrying a part of the man you love so much it hurts. And even though it's scary, you haven't even thought about abortion. It's not even an option.

You will give birth to this child. Because it's not just a cell or a picture. It's your story with him. It's a part of him that stayed with you even when he disappeared from your life. And no matter what happens, you are no longer alone. You don't plan to tell Jungkook about your pregnancy. You will give birth to this child and raise it yourself.

You went outside and sat on a bench near the hospital, in a cozy garden where the smell of linden trees and fresh air slightly dampened your panic. The wind played with your hair, and for a moment it seemed to calm you down. But still, your anxiety grew — rapidly, obsessively.

What would you tell your parents? They didn't even know you had someone. And now? Tell them you're pregnant by... a killer? That you can't be with them because he takes the lives of others?

You clench your hands. Your chest feels heavy with tension. What to do next? How to live? What about work? In the best case scenario, it's six months and maternity leave. And that's if you can handle it. But what if you can't?

Your phone lights up in your hands. A message from Donmin. You reluctantly unlock it.

📲 Donmin: "How are you, Y/N? Have you left the doctor's office yet?"

Over the past month, Donmin has been around you more and more. He has become your friend. A friend who, as you knew, likes you. He had been worried about you ever since he first noticed how upset you were after breaking up with Jungkook. He wanted to know what had happened to you more than anyone else, so you told him a little about your previous relationship, who Jungkook was to you, but you didn't mention his name, only saying that you met him at your friend's birthday party.

At first, his text messages, calls, and excessive attention at work annoyed you. But over time, you got used to it and sometimes spent time with Donmin. He even managed to get you out of the house for a walk a few times, for which you were honestly grateful to him.

But just recently, you took a pregnancy test and it confirmed. So you made an appointment for an ultrasound to find out how far along you were. You knew roughly that a month had passed since you last had sex with Jungkook, and the woman who examined you confirmed it. Your baby is about 4 weeks old, and it is that little black spot on the image.

You exhale heavily. Donmin knows that you took a week off work. But you didn't tell anyone that you were pregnant. First, you wanted to be sure. So you took a week off work to find out what to do if the pregnancy was confirmed.

You block your phone and look up at the sky. And Jungkook's face appears before your eyes. His eyes, which looked at you with fire. His smile — bold, cunning, playful. And at the same time — so familiar. Your chest hurts again. A lot. Your heart hasn't let him go. That's why there isn't a single day that you don't think about him.

Would he be happy if he knew? Would he run away again, as always? You smile a sad smile — at yourself. And you ask yourself: is it even worth thinking about him now?

You unlock your phone, ignoring Donmin's message, and open a chat with Sajin. She's the one person you can tell this to. She was the only one who knew about your relationship with Jungkook from the very beginning. Because she was the one who introduced you. But you're more than sure that your friend told her boyfriend, Jimin, about you and Jungkook.

📱 You: "Hi, Sa. Are you home? I want to come over."

Sajin's name lit up in the chat, indicating that she was online, and then you saw that she had read the text message. Three animated dots appeared in the chat, and a moment later a message appeared:

📲 Sajin: "No. I'm at Jimin's. Waiting for the repairman. Come over, you can stay with me while the repairman fixes the intercom in the house."

📱You: "His intercom is broken? I'm on my way. Do you want me to buy you something to drink? Is it terribly hot outside? Maybe you want a beer?"

📲 Sajin: "There's cold beer here. Just come over. The intercom broke yesterday, so Jimin asked me to stay with him until the repairman arrives."

📱You: "Okay. I understand. I'll be there in half an hour."

You arrive at Jimin's house. His two-story house in the suburbs, with white walls and a large garden, looks peaceful, almost idyllic — not at all like your inner state. You stop the car, take your purse with the ultrasound photo that you can't get out of your mind, and call Sajin.

"Will you open the door for me?" you ask when she picks up the phone.

"The door is open, just come in. And leave the gate open — the repairman should be here any minute," she replies and hangs up.

You sigh slightly, push open the gate, and enter the yard, leaving it ajar. The door to the house is indeed open. Sajin is standing on the threshold, smiling, and as soon as she sees you, she immediately hugs you. Her touch is warm and sincere, but you feel something inside you freeze. Something that even a hug cannot remove.

"Hello, dear," you hear her voice near your ear.

"Hi," you say quietly with a sad smile. She lets go of you and looks at your face for a few seconds, obviously studying your appearance.

"Let's go have a drink. It's so hot outside that it's unbearable. I think a cold beer will save the day," she says over her shoulder as she walks to the kitchen. You follow her.

The kitchen in Jimin's house is as big as all the other rooms in his house. You sit down at the table, and Sajin goes to the refrigerator and takes out two bottles of beer. Condensation immediately appears on them. Your friend opens one bottle and hands it to you.

"Y/N, you look bad, are you sick?" she asks worriedly as she opens a bottle of beer for herself and sits down next to you. You smile again.

"Do I really look bad?" you ask playfully. Your friend takes a sip of beer and smiles.

"I could lie to you, but why would I do that? It feels like you've been don’t sleep for weeks straight. And you seem to have lost weight," said Sajin, looking at you closely. You pursed your lips and lowered your eyes to the untouched bottle of beer.

"Jungkook showed up," you say almost emotionlessly, but inside you feel tight from saying his name out loud.

Sajin raised her eyebrows while she took another sip of beer. She quickly swallowed the liquid and asked,

"Jungkook? Seriously, after all this time, he decided to show up?" There was sarcasm in her voice. You didn't look up, just nodded.

"Yes... a month ago, I accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, ran into him at the club. At first, he was just watching, but then I bumped into him near the bathroom and he told me he wanted me..." you faltered as you recalled that day, the day that ruined everything between you.

"My God, what a jerk!" Sajin exclaimed, "He disappeared for several months when he heard your confession, and now he has the nerve to come and say that he wants you?!" You looked up at your friend and looked at her guiltily. She was silent for a few seconds, then realized that you weren't against it. "Just don't tell me you had sex with him that same night,"

"Yes, we did," you admit. Sajin rolls her eyes.

"But he dumped you, and you immediately fell into his arms?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, Sa... when I saw him, it was like I was torn to pieces. I missed him so much. Honestly, I didn't want to go, but my feelings were stronger than my principles."

Sajin took a sip of beer and her face suddenly softened.

"If I had known what a jerk he was, I wouldn't have introduced you to him. He looks so charming, but in reality, he only thinks with his dick," your friend didn't hold back with her words. You smiled slightly. "Was the sex at least good?"

A wave of heat ran down your spine as you remembered how Jungkook fucked you in the car that time.

"Considering that I hadn't had sex during two places and the fact that it was him, it was unrealistically good," you said without hiding anything. Sajin smiled slyly.

"Well, it reassures me that he at least gave you pleasure... so are you two back together now?"

You bite your lower lip, nervous about what you're about to tell your friend next.

"No. When we finished, I said it was the last time and left. But he seemed very hurt by those words and came to me in the morning. We had a not very pleasant conversation, but you know how all our conversations end, we had sex again,"

Sajin laughed and shook her head.

"You two are like idiots. Can't you figure out your feelings?"

"Sajin, it's not just about feelings, as it turns out. When I told him I loved him, he told me he didn't need my love and that as soon as I found out who he really was, my love would disappear..."

Sajin leaned her hands on the table, leaning a little closer.

"What do you mean, 'who is he?' Is he married?" she asked seriously. You chuckled sadly.

"It would be better if he were married..." you muttered. You looked up at your friend and met her puzzled gaze. "Sa... I'm going to tell you something, but please keep it between us, okay? Don't even tell Jimin."

She raised her eyebrows and looked puzzled.

"God, what is it? But I promise I'll keep quiet," you were silent for a while, gathering your courage to say out loud who Jungkook was.

"He confessed to me why he always came at night. Where those scratches and wounds came from," you exhaled, staring into space. "He's... a mercenary. He kills people. For money."

Sajin gasped and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. She looked as if her whole world had frozen for a second.

"Are you... serious?"

"I almost lost consciousness when he said that," you smiled bitterly. "And I asked him to leave. Forever. That's why I look like this, I can hardly exist without him..." you say quietly, struggling to hold back the tears that are choking you.

Sajin moved closer and hugged you. This gesture allowed you and you can’t hold back and cry. Hot tears ran down your cheeks, leaving marks on your white summer dress.

"Y/N, my dear, I'm so sorry that he turned out to be such a person..." Your friend's hand caressed your back incessantly. "Jungkook looks so sweet and kind. I noticed that there was something... dangerous about him. But to this extent? His tattoos and piercings... I thought it was just... an image. To be liked," she shook her head. "What a horror..."

You sobbed and drew air into your lungs.

"Yes, it's horrible..." you agreed, "It hurts so much to think about him," your voice broke. "I want to forget. Erase the memory. Go back to when I thought he just disappeared because he was afraid of love. Not because he has... blood on his hands."

"Y/N..." Sajin began, but you interrupted her.

"But that's not the worst part of this situation..." you said painfully. Sajin's hand froze on your back.

"Not the worst? I'm afraid to imagine what could be worse? Is he stalking you?" she asked in horror. You shook your head in denial.

"No, he's not stalking me... I haven't seen him since that night..." you say. Then you carefully free yourself from your friend's embrace.

"I'm pregnant," you say, your voice trembling. Sajin freezes, her eyes wide open.

"Pregnant...?" she stammers. You reach into your bag and take out the ultrasound photo. When you hand it to your friend and she takes it in her hands and looks at it, you feel a little relief. Now this secret is not so heavy on your shoulders because at least someone else knows about it besides you.

"Y/N..." she says your name, looking up. Sajin is confused and doesn't know what words would be appropriate right now. "How long have you known?"

"A week ago. I felt nauseous for several days in a row, and then I realized that my period hadn't started. I took a few tests, and they showed two lines. And today, the doctor said on the ultrasound that the baby is already 4 weeks old."

Sajin covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the picture again.

"Wow…what a news... What are you going to do now? Are you... are you going to have an abortion?" She looked into your eyes. You looked away.

"No," you said confidently for the first time, "This is my baby. It's not its fault who he is. I'm going to give birth."

Sajin put her hand on yours and squeezed your fingers.

"You are so strong, my girl. I will be there for you and help you in any way I can," Sajin promised you again, and her embrace was so comforting.

"Thank you," you whispered. "Thank you for always being there for me," you said gratefully.

You talked for a while longer. Sajin asked you if you were going to tell Jungkook about the pregnancy, and you said you weren't going to. It's dangerous because if he finds out, his reaction could be ambiguous, and you're afraid he might force you to have an abortion. You also asked your friend not to tell Jimin about it yet, and she assured you that she would keep quiet.

Half an hour passed. You talked about you and your pregnancy, about how to tell your parents, and then Sajin noticed that the repairman who was supposed to come to fix the intercom hadn't shown up. She called Jimin to ask him to find out when the repairman would be there or at least give her his number, but Jimin didn't answer the phone.

While you were talking, Sajin drank two bottles of beer. She had to drink the bottle she opened for you because you can't drink alcohol now. She went to the bathroom, complaining of a full bladder. But as soon as she entered the bathroom, someone knocked on the door. Sajin asked you to let the repairman in, because it was probably him, and she said she would be out in a minute.

You went to the front door. When you opened it, you froze. Instead of the repairman, Jungkook was standing on the doorstep. Your heart sank.

His black eyes met yours, and you felt like you could sink through the floor. He stared at you without blinking. You noticed his eyebrows slightly raised. His gaze was familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time. You immediately noticed that his jaw was covered with a dark bruise, and above his eyebrow was a thin line of tape that barely held the healed wound together. The lip on the same side was broken, and a small crack at the edge was still reddish.

It was as if something had squeezed you from the inside. An invisible fist struck your chest. You wanted to cry.

"Hi," he said first, clearing his throat.

His voice... you felt it as if you had been struck by electricity. Your whole body contracted into one emotion — a mixture of anxiety, longing, and indescribable tenderness.

"Hi..." you replied quietly, lowering your eyes. But you knew he wasn't taking his eyes off you. You could literally feel it with your skin. His silent presence burned, his gaze studied, read, penetrated deeper than you allowed.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked cautiously, but with a hint of tension in his voice. You barely pulled yourself together before answering:

"I came to Sajin... She's here."

His jaw tensed slightly. It seemed like he wanted to say something for a second, but stopped himself. Instead, he nodded briefly.

"I need Jimin. Is he home?" His question sounded soft, almost casual, but the tension between the two of you was palpable.

You didn't have time to answer because at that moment Sajin came out of the hallway. She paused for a moment, glancing at both of you, and something flashed in her eyes... a silent understanding. But she quickly pulled herself together and smiled warmly at Jungkook, as always, as if she didn't know who he really was and that you were pregnant with his child.

"Jungkook-ah, hi. What are you doing here?" Sajin stepped forward slightly, standing in front of you, as if shielding you from Jungkook. He noticed this. He glanced from Sajin to you, then turned his eyes back to your friend.

"I'm looking for Jimin. I need him. I can't get through to him on the phone."

Sajin shrugged.

"He went to work. Did you go there?"

"I was at his work, they said he left, but they didn't say where." Jungkook looked tense. You secretly looked at his wounds and wondered where they came from. Was he in danger?

"I called him a few minutes ago, he didn't answer my call either... is it urgent?" Sajin asked. Jungkook glanced at you again and noticed you looking at him, so his expression softened. You were more than sure he wanted to smile. But he restrained himself.

"Yes, it's urgent. But okay, I'll try to find him and call again. If he shows up, tell him to call me urgently." Jungkook glanced at you one last time and turned to leave, but Sajin's voice made him stop almost immediately.

"Hey, Jungkook-ah," she called after him. Your heart skipped a beat. Why did she stop him? He turned around, looking over shoulder. "Are you okay? What's wrong with your face?" You held your breath, waiting for his answer.

"I got into a fight," he said simply.

"Who with? Is that why you're looking for Jimin?" Sajin asked, and you were grateful to her for that. Jimin worked as a lawyer, and he was quite experienced and had a good reputation. His cases were high-profile and successful. Most of his clients were government officials or successful businessmen. And if Jungkook needed Jimin as a lawyer, then he had serious problems.

"No, it's not because of that. Tell Jimin that I'm looking for him if he calls," said Jungkook and quickly headed for the exit. You watched him go and felt like you were being torn apart. You wanted so much to hug him, kiss him, heal every wound he had. The thought that he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble cut you like an invisible knife. And the fact that you were carrying his child and couldn't tell him about it completely destroyed you. You burst into tears, and Sajin hurried to take you back into the house.

Tears ran down your cheeks, mixing emotions — longing, fear, anger, tenderness, loss. You sank down on the sofa, burying your face in your hands, as if trying to stop the silent cry of your heart.

"Hey, Y/N..." Sajin said gently, quickly crouching down beside you. Her hands touched your shoulders. "Don't cry, dear, you mustn't worry!" She tried desperately to calm you down, but you couldn't stop. The tears kept flowing, as if something you had been holding back for so long had finally been released.

"His face..." you whispered through your sobs. "He... he was all beaten up... Why does he look like that? Why is he urgently looking for Jimin?"

"I'm sure he's fine. And he got beaten up... maybe he was drunk and got into a fight with someone at a club... maybe it was some politician's son, and that's why he's looking for Jimin to cover for him?" Sajin suggested. But you didn't believe that theory.

"What if he was on the verge of death? What if someone wants to kill him?" you asked, remembering how he told you that someone wanted to kill him before, and that was when he disappeared. You cried harder, and Sajin said nothing more, just hugged you tighter, letting you cry it out.

And suddenly — a knock on the door.

You shuddered as if you were overcome by a chill again. Sajin looked around and hurriedly got up.

"It's definitely the repairman... I'll be right back," she said, and you couldn't get Jungkook's battered face out of your head.

You stayed with Sajin until the repairman fixed the intercom. Your hands were shaking, your eyes were burning with tears. But you tried to pull yourself together.

"I think I'll go..." you said when the repairman left, "I'm tired. I feel sleepy..."

Sajin frowned.

"Are you sure? I can go with you. Or maybe it's better if you stay?"

"No, thank you, Sa, for your concern. I've calmed down now. I woke up early, that's all. I need to lie down and rest,"

Sajin hugged you, as if sensing that you weren't telling her everything. She walked you to your car and said,

"Text me when you get there. And don't stress. You can't right now, you hear me?" You nodded, forcing yourself to smile.

When you got home, your mood got even worse. It was quiet, and the silence weighed on you like a steel press. You turned on the TV to distract yourself and lay down on the couch. You felt nauseous and had a headache. Some drama was playing on TV, but you couldn't follow it because he was in your head again. His eyes. His broken face. His appearance. It threw you off balance. You held on as best you could all these weeks without him. Even when you found out you were pregnant, you still held on, but seeing him again, and beaten up like that, was unbearably painful.

He won't know that you're pregnant with his child. You blame yourself for stopping taking birth control pills, and you blame yourself even more for not taking emergency contraception after you last had sex. What you found out then destroyed you, and you fell into despair, forgetting to take your medication. You could barely force yourself to drink water, let alone eat.

Memories of those nights, which seemed like just a pleasant adventure, flashed through your mind. Your decision: to be friends with benefits. But you didn't notice how you gave him your heart. Except for your first time having sex at Sajin's birthday party, you always used protection. And you remembered the night when you asked him to stop using condoms. That was the night he cum inside you for the first time.

It was starting to get light outside when there was a knock at your door. You quickly headed for the door, glancing at your watch. 4:15. It had become a pattern for Jungkook to arrive at the same time every day. He didn't always arrive at exactly 4:15; sometimes he was a few minutes early, sometimes a few minutes late, but it was always a quarter past four.

You waited for him all night, simply unable to had sin of sleep. You thought about him all day at work, and finally he arrived.

When you open the door, the cool air hit your face, touching the bare skin on your stomach. You smiled, feeling the warmth inside you as Jungkook looked at you.

He stood there in a dark hoodie and loose black sweatpants, a little tired, but with a slight smile that always made your heart race. His eyes scanned your figure, and his sweet smile turned sly.

Jungkook took a step towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and then almost immediately moved down to your buttocks. His lips are already on yours, his tongue is already penetrating your mouth, and this kiss is like a breath of fresh air.

His kiss gives you butterflies in your stomach, and a barely noticeable wave of excitement passes through you. As always, you kiss passionately, and your kiss is like that of lovers who have longed for each other. But you weren't in love, and you see each other almost every day. But your need for each other is so obvious. And when your lungs are burning, Jungkook separates your lips.

"Why are you dressed like that? Are you going somewhere?" He is still hugging you, his hands squeezing your buttocks. He wants to take you deeper into the house, but you stop him.

"I want us to go for a drive," you say and smile. Jungkook raises his eyebrows, and you realize he's not thrilled with the idea.

"Where do you want to go? It's four in the morning..." he says skeptically. You raise your eyebrows too and say discontentedly.

"Somewhere. Let's just get in the car and go for a drive..." you suggest. Something like a smile flashes across Jungkook's eyes — but it's not funny. It's skepticism. He blinks lazily, then leans toward you and his lips touch your jaw.

"Why go anywhere? We can stay at your place and do something more interesting than driving around..." he said between kisses. You put your hands on his chest and deflecting from it a little, as if resisting, but you were actually enjoying his kisses.

"Jungkook..." you said firmly. "I want to go for a drive. All I see is work and my bedroom..." Your voice sounded indignant. Jungkook stopped kissing your neck and approached to face you. Your faces were inches apart.

"Really? You have weekends off. Why don't you go out then?" Jungkook asked. You tensed up. Why doesn't he just want to go, why is he stalling? You have to get ready for work in three hours, and time is running out, but he seems to be doing it on purpose.

"I don't go out because I work a lot, and I don't want on weekends do it, because I’m so tired from job," you tried to justify yourself. Jungkook looked skeptical again, one of his eyebrows raised slightly in disbelief.

"And now you want to do it? At 4 a.m., when you have to be at work at 8 a.m.?" he asked with a smile. You were even more indignant. You already looked offended, and your desire to go somewhere with Jungkook melted away. The fact that he didn't want you made you angry.

"Yes, now I want to. But the way you're finding reasons not to go seems to have made him leave," you looked away and stared anywhere but at Jungkook. He was silent. So when you heard the silence drag on, you looked back at him.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" he asked, still smiling. That smile seemed mocking to you. But joy beat beneath your ribs.

"I don't know, let's just drive around town. We can buy coffee. We can go to Sokchon Lake," you suggested with a slight rush that actually hid your joy. Hearing your plans, Jungkook raised both eyebrows.

"Sounds like a date," he said mockingly.

"What date...?" you asked quietly. It stung inside. You weren't trying to go on a date with them. You just wanted to relax by taking a walk. "So that's why you're resisting, because it will look like a date if we go somewhere together?" you concluded.

"Well, I don't go on dates, so..." Jungkook didn't finish because you nervously pulled away from his hand and walked away from him. You went to the kitchen. On the way, you took off your shirt and threw it on the back of a chair, showing that you weren't going anywhere. You poured yourself some water — it was the first thing you could find.

You didn't look at Jungkook, but you heard him coming toward you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him approach and stand next to you. You felt his gaze, but you stubbornly ignored him, nervously gulping down water. You heard him smile, and then you felt Jungkook grab you, turn you toward him, and press you against the tabletop. His fingers took your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You gave him a look full of lightning bolts. He's still snickering at your anger.

"Are you offended?" he asked the obvious question.

"No," you say dryly.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"I am looking at you right now," you say in the same tone.

"If you want, let's go for a drive. Why are you so pissed, huh?" Jungkook asked sincerely, not understanding your indignation.

"I don't want to anymore," you say and turn away, pulling away from his fingers. You put the glass on the table and try to walk around him, but Jungkook pushes you against the table, blocking you with his hands on either side of your hips. His movement wasn't rough, but rather a little irritated, authoritative.

"Baby, we're going to Sokchon Lake now because you wanted to. So put your shirt back on, or you'll freeze by the water."

You breathed quickly, looking at his lips. You hated it when he did that, when he first played with your feelings and then agreed to do what you wanted. However, the determination with which he said it made you quietly happy.

"You don't go on dates..." you said sarcastically.

"So you really planned a date, not just a walk?" he smiled.

"No, I wanted to go for a walk. You're the one who saw it as a 'date,'" you replied.

"Whatever. We're going to the lake," he said, sounding as if it was no longer up for discussion.

"Why not agree right away? This is a must make me nerves first?" you said indignantly. But instead of an answer, you got a kiss. Jungkook's tongue took possession of yours. You felt his kiss become deeper, more confident, one of his hands sliding up your thighs to your waist, pressing you against him. His other hand remained stubbornly pressed against the tabletop, not letting you escape an inch. Not that you wanted to escape.

Your heart was beating wildly. His closeness, his scent — familiar and comforting, mixed with the light aroma of cigarettes — enveloped you like a blanket. You knew he could kiss you forever if he wanted to.

When he finally released your lips, you barely had time to breathe.

"Your anger is so hot. Besides, it's so much fun to make you nerves," he said with a smile.

"You're unbearable," you muttered. Jungkook kissed you again, but this time briefly.

"I'd rather stay home and fuck my sweet pussy, but if you want to go out... anything for you, baby."

"We have sex every day, we need to variety our meting somehow," you say when Jungkook lets you go. He hands you your shirt so you can put it on.

"Want to variety our meting?" Jungkook asked and smiled slyly.

"Yes, I do," you say, putting on the shirt. Jungkook's gaze darkens, and you know exactly what he's thinking. And it's not about a walk by the lake. You smile seductively, and you both know that this trip to the lake will not be boring. You walked past Jungkook to the exit, and he hurried after you.

You drove in his car — a black SUV cruising through the empty streets of a city just waking up. Soft music played in the cabin, and the scent of cherry car freshener mixed with your perfume in the air. Jungkook pulled into a small 24-hour coffee shop, got out alone, not allowing you to move from your seat. He returned with two cups, handing one to you with that same sly smile that drove you crazy every time.

You admired the morning view of Seoul. The city seemed completely different — quiet, light, and not as busy as it was during the day. You drank delicious hot coffee and listened to the music Jungkook had turned on until you reached Sokchon Lake.

The lights were still flickering on the water, the sky was beginning to brighten, but the clouds promised rain. Jungkook parked near the water.

"Shall we take a walk?" You suggested.

Jungkook agreed without commenting on whether it was worth doing. You walked around the lake holding hands, slowly, without rushing. You told him about your work, that you would soon have new interns, and that, to be honest, you weren't very eager to teach anyone because you already had so much to do. Jungkook listened. He nodded. Sometimes he interjected with his ironic remarks.

When you returned to the car, he sat on the hood, sliding his hood slightly back. You stood in front of him, checking your phone. He looked around—at the empty parking lot, the calm lake, the sky that was about to rain. Then he glanced at his watch.

"It's already five," he said, looking at you. You stared intently at your phone, ignoring his words. He grunted, then abruptly but not rudely took your hand and pulled you closer. You found yourself between his spread legs, pressed against him with your hips. His crotch touched yours — it was the kind of pressure that made your lower abdomen burn with desire.

Jungkook pulled you closer so that you would definitely notice him now.

"Well, baby, did you like this 'variety'?

"So much," you replied sarcastically, not taking your eyes off his lips, which you already wanted to kiss.

"I think it's time to diversify not only our meetings. Something else too..." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of playfulness and obvious desire.

"Uh-huh?" you asked, even though you knew exactly where he was going with this.

"My car seems like the perfect place for that. Want some variety in the back seat?"

You laughed softly, noticing how his eyes darkened. You put the phone you were holding in your back jeans pocket and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hood slipped off, revealing his slightly tousled hair.

"That's a good idea..." you said.

"I'm always full of good ideas, baby," he smiled slyly, defiantly. You both looked at each other. And as you both expected, this meeting would not end with a simple walk. You looked him over — from his dark hoodie to his eyes, which reflected the same feelings as yours. You leaned in and kissed him. One of his hands remained on your waist, while the other found the waistband of your jeans and slipped through it, touching your bare buttocks. He squeezed your skin, increasing the pressure on your lips. Jungkook kissed you deeply, awakening in you a desire not to stop.

Pulling away from you, he whispered:

"Let's go."

His fingers slid across your palm, intertwining with yours, and you walked to the car. The car, which a few minutes ago was just the backdrop for your conversation, now became the stage for something much more intimate.

Jungkook opened the back door and gestured for you to get in first. Inside, it was dark and cozy, the smell of coffee still lingering, and you held your breath as you sat down in the seat, leaning your back against the door. He got in after you — quickly, and in the next second, his lips found yours again.

His kisses became hotter, insistent in the best sense of the word. They undressed you without hands. Jungkook's fingers slid down your shirt, taking it off and throwing it aside. He broke away for a moment and pulled you onto his lap. You sat on top of him and felt him press closer, without any shame.

You felt his kisses on your neck, and his hands slid under your top, finding your breasts. He squeezed them, sending a wave of excitement through your body. His cock was hard, and you could feel it clearly as you moved slowly on his thighs.

Jungkook lifted your top up and pressed his lips to one of your nipples. His warm tongue pressed against your nipple as if tasting it for the first time, and in the next moment he sucked on it. The pain from his sucking and the way he pressed your breasts, mixed with the friction of his cock, aroused you even more. You ran your fingers through his silky, resinous hair and simply enjoyed every second with him.

The rain pounded on the roof of the car, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. Jungkook returned to your lips, finding the button on your jeans. He slipped his hand under the fabric and found your center. You moaned right into his lips as he smeared the wetness between your folds. He smiled.

"So wet," he said without breaking the kiss. You cupped his face in your hands and deepened the kiss. "You want me so badly that you're literally dripping."

Jungkook pulled his hand out of your pants and put it back in, but on the other side. He ran his palm over your buttocks, found your hole, and slipped a finger inside, first one, then another. You stopped kissing Jungkook, just leaned against his temple and breathed heavily with excitement right into his lips. Jungkook rhythmically fucked you with his fingers, and you felt your need for something more increase with every movement of his fingers. Jungkook sometimes pulled his fingers out of your hole, caressed your clitoris, and then went back in.

"Kook... I... I want more," you whispered. Jongkook bit your lips and had no intention of stopping.

"What do you want, baby? My cock instead of my fingers?" he asked in a voice hoarse with excitement. You felt his cock pressing against your pubic bone and wanted it inside you.

"Yes... I want you... come inside me," you said almost dramatically. Jongkook quickened his movements inside you, causing you to whimper softly. He returned to your clitoris and stimulated your most sensitive spot with slow, almost gentle movements. Jungkook plunged his tongue into your mouth. He caught your tongue with his lips and sucked on it. His tongue still tasted of coffee. The next moment, you felt an orgasm approaching. One movement of his fingers and you came. Your clitoris twitched. Jungkook squeezed it between two fingers, pressing to prolong the pleasure that most pleasant sensation for as long as possible. Your moan right into his lips told him that you were satisfied.

You felt yourself coming to your senses. You broke away from Jungkook's lips and smiled contentedly, and he smiled back at you.

"You don't think that's all, do you, baby?" he murmured. Jungkook pulled his hand out of your pants and licked the fingers that had been inside you just a moment ago. You watched him savor you with lust in your eyes.

"Of course it's not all," you said seductively. You climbed off his lap without breaking eye contact. Jungkook watch up to you and already guessed what you were going to do, and it made him hard even more. You lowered yourself between his spread legs. There was enough space in the back seat of his SUV, and you settled comfortably right in front of his thighs. You reached for his hoodie and pulled it off in one motion. His beautiful body was exposed. The tattoos inflamed your already heightened senses, and you admired every inch of his body.

Jungkook leaned back in his seat and smiled slyly as he watched your eyes admire his body. His abs were perfect and transitioned into a V-shaped muscle hidden in his pants. You looked up at Jungkook's face and noticed how he was looking at you greedily, ready for your blowjob. He towered over you, every muscle playing as he made the slightest movement, and that smile made you greedy for him.

You reached for his waist and tightly grabbed hem of the pants, pulling it down. Jungkook lifted his hips just enough so that his pants could slide down easily. When you realized he wasn't wearing underwear, a wave of heat ran down your spine.

"You're shameless," you said, looking away from his erect cock, "you were in such a hurry to get to me that you forgot your underwear?"

Finally, his sweatpants were down, and you took his cock in your hands, causing Jungkook's hips to tremble slightly.

"I didn't forget. I just didn't want to wear it," he confessed. You bit your lip. You stroked him several times. Jungkook cursed quietly, and you enjoyed the look on his face.

You stroked him a few more times, exposing the head of his cock, from which precum was dripping. You gently touched it with your tongue, licking the white liquid. You felt its saltiness, then took it in your mouth and sucked.

"Fuck..." he said again, this time louder. You looked at him and saw him throw his head back on the seat and close his eyes. He moved his hips closer, spreading his legs wider so you could take him deeper, and you did as he wanted.

You opened your mouth as wide as possible and took him almost all the way in. Jungkook was big, and it was hard for you to keep your mouth open wide for long, but you were going to do everything you could to make him feel pleasure. You moved your head along its length. Your saliva mixed with his semen and began to drip from the corners of your lips and down your chin.

Jungkook raised his head. He watched you suck his cock and he swears that you look better maybe only when he's deep inside you and making you cum. His hand twisted your hair and held it to help you control your movements.

"Your mouth was made for my cock, baby," he said, leaning closer. His other hand rested behind your jaw, his fingers slipping around your ear. He threw his head back as you took him as deep as you could. Jungkook began to move his hips more actively, fucking your mouth. "Yes, fuck... don't stop... don't stop, fuck..." he moaned. You could feel your jaw aching, it was burning. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you felt him harden on your tongue.

You tried hard to bring Jungkook to orgasm. The sounds of slurping mixed with his low moans filled the entire space in the car. You worked with your mouth, but Jungkook didn't cum. You couldn't take it anymore, your jaw hurt, and you had to finish it as soon as possible. You found his balls with your hand and squeezed them lightly. He hissed somewhere above your head. A dirty curse escaped from his mouth. You realized that this was what was needed.

You ran your lips over his cock, massaging his balls. Jungkook's cock hardened as much as it could, and then you felt something salty spill into your throat. Jungkook did it so quickly that he didn't even warn you that he was coming.

His hips jerked, and warm semen dripped right onto your tongue. You swallowed everything, down to the last drop, until he stopped completely.

You finally let him go. You gathered the remaining semen that was dripping out with your fingers and licked them. Jungkook breathed deeply, looking at you adoringly. His cock glistened with your saliva.

He smiled contentedly, and you couldn't help but smile too. You knew you had done well. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. His hands quickly removed your jeans and underwear, leaving you with only your raised top. He sat you on his lap, squeezing your buttocks with his fingers. His lips found yours, and you felt all the gratitude for a good blowjob.

Your naked, wet pussy touched his cock, and something inside you fluttered. You had only had unprotected sex once before, and the sensations were crazy. You wanted to feel him again, for real, without barriers. Body to body, skin to skin. You were taking birth control pills, so the risk of getting pregnant during unprotected sex was minimal, even if he came inside you.

You moved your hips, stimulating his cock to become hard again. It was a must that he would fill you with his cock today. It worked, and in a few minutes you felt him hard and pressing against your pussy.

Jungkook separated your lips and lowered his eyes to them. He saw how they were swollen from frequent kisses.

"Get up, baby, I'll get a condom," he said gently. But you didn't move. You looked at his lips too and said.

"Maybe we can do without it today?" Your voice was breathless and trembling a little, but you were determined. Jungkook raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his surprise.

"Without a condom?" he asked. You shifted, squeezing his thighs with your knees.

"Yes. Let's do it without a condom," you confirmed.

Jungkook grunted, but his dark eyes already screamed that he wanted it.

"It's dangerous, baby," he said with a smile.

"Why?" you asked, looking at his beautiful face.

"Because if we start having unprotected sex, I won't be able to go back to condoms with you," Jungkook explained. You kissed him, then smiled as if challenging him.

"You won't have to go back to them if you don't want to,"

Jungkook squeezed your buttocks, pulling you closer. You gasped softly at this unexpected movement.

"You shouldn't talk like that. You shouldn’t trust me such that," his voice was serious and even a little harsh, but you felt a wave of emotions wash over you. Maybe you shouldn't have trusted him so much, but you did.

"Why are you so worried? We've already had unprotected sex," you reminded him.

"That was different. Back then, it was a spontaneous decision. Now we have sex very often. It could be risky,"

You smiled mockingly, understanding what he was hinting at.

"Are you afraid of becoming a father? I'm on birth control pills, and if you don't cum inside me, then everything will be safe and risk-free."

Jungkook looked at your lips and then slowly raised his eyes to you. His fingers found your entrance and plunged inside. An uncontrollable moan escaped your lips. He moved his fingers inside you, saying softly,

"What if I want to cum inside you?"

"Kook..." you whimpered, lowering your head and closing your eyes.

"Your pussy is so tight that I don't think I can control myself," he continued to fuck you with his fingers to stretch you to his size.

"You held back then..." you could barely say, feeling every movement of his fingers.

"Then you were just lucky," said Jongkook, and you felt him smile. You forced yourself to lift your head and open your eyes.

"Damn it, just come inside me. I want to feel you raw," you said. Jungkook grabbed you by the neck, pulling you toward him. His lips stopped a millimeter from yours.

"Are you sure? This is your last chance to think it through," he whispered hoarsely.

"I want you to cum inside me without a condom," you whispered right into his lips. And Jungkook seemed to go crazy.

He pounced on you with a kiss that made your head spin. His tongue found yours and mercilessly took possession of it. The thought of Jungkook entering you without a condom and this frenzied, passionate kiss made you wet even more.

Finally, when Jungkook had had his fill of your lips, he asked you to lift your hips. He rolled his cock and pressed it against your entrance. Jungkook told you to lower yourself slowly so it wouldn't hurt too much.

You grabbed his shoulders and began to slowly lower yourself. It still hurt, despite how much he had stretched you and how slowly you were going. His cock was large, and it caused some discomfort.

When you finally lowered yourself completely onto his length, you swore:

"Fuck..." slipped from your lips. The feeling of his unprotected cock was insanely pleasant. Jungkook also closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"Damn always so tight..." he whispered, opening his eyes. You made a movement and stopped. It was painful but at the same time incredibly pleasant.

"Come on, baby, give me a good ride," he said blissfully, staring into your face. You listened to him and started moving your hips.

His cock filled you completely, making your body tremble with every new movement. You dug your nails in into his shoulders, and he gritting his teeth, watched you rock on him, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Can you feel it?" Jungkook whispered hoarsely, sliding his hand down your stomach. He found your clitoris and massaged it several times. "Can you feel how deep I am inside you?"

You just nodded, your lips trembling, and a quiet, stifled moan escaped your throat. He was so deep that it felt like he was touching your soul. Your movements became faster, your body got used to his size, and instead of pain, now there was wave after wave of unbridled pleasure.

Jungkook took you by the hips, setting his own rhythm — harder, more commanding. His cock slid inside you so easily, as if your bodies were made for this union.

You felt the pulsating heat gathering in your lower abdomen. His hips slammed into yours with frenzied force, and his hands squeezed your buttocks so tightly that they seemed to leave marks.

"Jungkook, I..." you whispered breathlessly, your body trembling with the approaching orgasm.

"So soon, baby? Then give it to me. Let me feel you cum on my cock..."

His fingers found your clitoris again, and that was enough — you clenched around him, screaming as the orgasm washed over you like a wave, tearing your body apart in sweet agony.

"Oh, you're squeezing me so tight..." Jungkook moaned, "I'm going to cum inside you..." he warned, and after a series of deep thrusts, he gasped sharply and poured himself into you, filling you with his hot seed. You felt each thrust of his orgasm release a new portion. He remained inside you, not moving an inch. His forehead touched yours, his breath hot and heavy.

You fell onto his chest, still trembling from the afterglow, and he gently ran his fingers down your back.

"Damn, how sweetly you drive me crazy..." he whispered, still not pulling his cock out of you. You remained like that — fused, without barriers, for a while longer. And then you climbed off him. The car was fogged up, rain was falling outside the window, which you didn't even notice. You got dressed, and Jungkook turned you around to enjoy the taste of your lips once more. You kissed him, and your heart was racing.

This sex was different, more intimate. His lips moved against yours, and you felt that you didn't want him to take you home, that you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay with you forever. You wanted him to come not only at night or in the early morning. You fell in love with this guy and for the first time admitted it clearly to yourself.

This memory made you feel sick. You cried again, a lot and for a long time. You thought: when will this pain go away, it's so strong that you don't want to exist. You want your thoughts to disappear, you want your head to be empty.

It was already dark outside, and you were still lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts were swarming in your head — now mostly about the baby. You imagined how you would walk with a belly, how you would hold the baby in your arms. And you quietly thought about what you would name her... or him.

A few hours ago, Sajin called. She was worried about you and wanted to come over. But you lied — in a gentle, friendly tone, you said that you had slept well and were feeling better. Sajin believed you and said she would visit tomorrow.

You also spoke to your parents. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell them about the pregnancy.

It was late, you had just come out of the bathroom when the phone rang again. The screen displayed the name "Donmin." Only then did you remember that you hadn't answered him all day. Your heart sank. You pressed the green button and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Hello," you said.

"Finally," you heard Donmin's voice on the other end of the line, "You're still in Korea," he joked. You smiled.

"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today, so I hardly picked up my phone,"

"I was worried about you. You wrote yesterday that you were going to the doctor, and then you didn't reply to my texts all day. So I decided to come see you,"

You jumped to your feet.

"You're coming? Oh, Donmin, I'm sorry, I... you don’t need to worried. You don't need to come, I'm fine..."

"I'm very glad to hear that, Y/N. But what should I do, I'm already in your neighborhood. Should I turn around and leave? Or will you come out for 5 minutes and we can talk a little?"

"Okay..." you sighed. It would be rude to refuse him, especially since you had been ignoring him all day, and you know he genuinely cares. "I'll wait for you."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes," he said cheerfully and hung up.

You quickly changed out of your pajamas into sweatpants and a hoodie. It was cool outside because of the rain that had started in the evening. But before you could pull on your hoodie, there was a knock at the door. You were surprised — Donmin had promised to arrive in ten minutes, but only three had passed. You grabbed your phone and went to the door.

You opened it, expecting to see Donmin — but it wasn't him.

Jungkook was standing there dressed in all black, with a hood over his head that covered his face. You felt everything inside you tighten into a tight knot and it became difficult to breathe.

You looked at each other without breaking the silence that was too loud between you. You blinked a few times, thinking he was a hallucination, but he didn't disappear or turn into Donmin. It was Jungkook. He was at your door again. How long was he going to torment you with his appearances?

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked, glancing at your figure.

"Yes. A friend is coming," you say, trying to sound firm. But inside, you're a storm of emotions. You look at the wounds on his face and your heart aches. You grip the door handle tightly so you don't lose control. "Why did you come? I thought we had resolved everything and agreed that you wouldn't show up anymore."

Jongkook sniffs air and bites his piercing. You look at his lips and then quickly look up at his eyes. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze for the first time.

"I don't know how I ended up here. My feet just brought me here..." Jungkook says in a quiet, low voice. You listen to your heart pounding against your chest. "When I saw you today... I lost control of myself," he says, looking into your eyes. It was difficult for you to hold back the tears that welled up when Jungkook appeared next to you. But you held yourself back as best you could. Hearing those words from him hurt more than any physical wound.

"You shouldn't be here..." you said with a trembling voice, "my friend is coming soon, and I don't want him to see you."

Jungkook was silent. You noticed how his face darkened, his lips forming a thin line. And then he took a step forward. You almost fainted — he was so close again. This warmth, this presence — everything you wanted. But that was exactly what you couldn't have.

Why is life so cruel?

The man you love madly is within breathing distance. But you can't touch him. You can't be with him.

"Baby... forgive me..." he said firmly, looking into your eyes one at a time, "I'm so sorry I'm not the man you deserve. I'm sorry I hurt you and that I still hurt you... I can't stop thinking about you. Every damn day since I left, you've been constantly on my mind and I can't do anything about it... I..." He touched you and you closed your eyes. You were happy. Terribly happy to hear that he was suffering too. That you weren't the only one carrying this love like a burden. But do you need that now?

"I have no right to be here with you, but this is all I want..." You felt him lean closer, and just no way to hold him back. He stopped a millimeter away and whispered right into your lips: "What have you done to me? I'm fucking in love with you," and the next moment he kissed you.

His kiss was frantic. Full of longing, unbearable love, pain that had been building up day and night. You felt his lips touch yours — at first cautiously, as if asking for permission, and then with a passion that seemed forbidden. He kissed you as if it were the last time, as if those few seconds could change everything.

Your fingers clenched the fabric of his black hoodie, and you responded to the kiss without thinking about anything else but him. But your body couldn't take it. You felt a wave of nausea. It was another bout of toxicosis. You pulled away from him abruptly, covered your mouth with your hand, and almost rushed to the bathroom.

"Hey!" Jungkook exclaimed anxiously and followed you.

You managed to run to the toilet and started vomiting. The yogurt you ate before bed came out. Jungkook knelt beside you, holding your hair with one hand and placing the other on your back.

When you felt a little better, you washed your face with cold water, hiding your face in your hands, trying to pull yourself together. Jungkook left silently and returned a minute later with a glass of water.

"Here you go," he said softly. You took the water with trembling hands and drank it carefully. He touched your forehead with his fingers.

"Are you feeling a little better?" he asked softly, with genuine concern. You nodded hastily.

"Yes, I think so... I think it was... got sick from the kimpab," you lied, trying not to meet his eyes so that he wouldn't even think it was toxicosis. "I ate it before bed... it must have been spoiled."

He seemed to believe you. He fell silent for a moment. Then he smiled a little and said with feigned calm:

"And I thought my kiss was so terrible..."

You laughed awkwardly, shaking your head. An uncomfortable silence ensued. You handed him the empty glass and walked past him back to the living room. You stopped by the sofa, and Jungkook followed you. You felt awkward. But he didn't seem to. You cleared your throat, which was hoarse from the fact that you had just strained it.

"Uh... I think you should go..."

Jungkook approached and stopped right in front of you.

"If I leave now... can we talk later?"

You didn't know what to say. He had just confessed his love, and your palms were damp with sweat from nerves. You lowered your eyes, wanting to step back, but he took a step forward.

"Jungkook..." you said quietly, "you really should go. My friend will be here soon. I don't know... maybe we can talk tomorrow..."

Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. He moved even closer and pinned you against the sofa, his body becoming a barrier you couldn't escape.

"Are you serious?" he hissed, his eyes burning. "Are you really going to meet some friend when I'm here, right in front of you, and I just told you that I'm fucking in love with you?"

You panicked. You couldn't talk to Jungkook right now because Donmin was about to show up any second.

"I can't cancel this meeting... I didn't know you were coming... and he was worried about me, so I have to reassure him..." You couldn't find the right words. Jungkook was annoyed, it was clear from his expression.

"What kind of friend comes so late? And worries about you?" he asked dryly, and you froze, sensing jealousy in his voice. You frowned, looking into his eyes, which were flashing with anger.

"The one who shouldn't worry you, because you're not my boyfriend," you said indignantly. Jungkook smiled slightly when he heard your words.

"Is that the clown you were with at the club?" he suggested. You tried to push Jungkook away to get away from him, but he leaned forward and you sat down on the back of the sofa. His hands rested on the sofa and he leaned closer. "Is he still hanging around you?"

"Jungkook..." you called him sternly, "Just go. I don't want to talk to you right now. And don't call my friend a clown. He's a decent, good person... and you're nobody to..." You didn't have time to finish as there was a knock at the door. It was Donmin. You and Jungkook turned around at the same time. The tension became unbearable. Jungkook looked back at you.

"I'll go and tell your friend not to worry about you anymore. And to stop even thinking about doing that," he said in an even but firm voice. Jungkook let go of you and walked decisively toward the door.

"No, Jungkook, wait!" You rushed after him, but he was already opening the door.

And right in front of him stood Donmin. With an umbrella in his hands. With a surprised, tense expression on his face. Donmin's gaze shifted from Jungkook to you. And you stood behind Jungkook, pale as a ghost.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," Jungkook replied before you could open your mouth. "Are you my girlfriend's friend?" Jungkook asked with a slight smile.

"Jungkook, please," you whispered behind his back, but he didn't hear you.

Donmin held out his hand, looking at Jungkook and then at you.

"Yes, I'm Donmin. Your girlfriend's friend... and you, as I understand it, are her ex who can't forget the way to her house." Jungkook looked at his hand for a few seconds and then looked up. You felt your blood boil inside. Now that you knew who Jungkook really was, you were afraid that he might be unpredictable. You had never seen Jungkook angry before, and you definitely didn't like the look on his face as he stared at Donmin.

"Ex?" Jungkook repeated calmly, tilting his head slightly to the side, looking at Donmin as potential prey. "I didn't know we broke up. Did she tell you that?"

"Jungkook..." you said more harshly. It was becoming unbearable. The situation had reached a boiling point. He turned to you and you saw his eyes shining with anger and irritation, but he was skillfully hiding it.

"Did you really tell your friend that we broke up?" he asked. You wanted to say something, but Jungkook turned to Donmin, "By the way, do you always worry about her at night, or is today just an exception?"

Donmin took a step forward, no longer smiling.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on here, but I know she asked you not to show up — so just go. Why are you bothering her?"

Jungkook's smile faded. His face became cold and hard, like stone. His voice changed completely — it became even and steely.

"Bothering her?" he repeated. "Friend, let me explain to avoid any misunderstandings. She's not in the best condition today. I'm her boyfriend, not her ex, so you won't be 'worrying' about her so late anymore. Have I made myself clear?"

You began to shake with anger and excitement. What were they doing here?

"I'm her friend. And in all the time I've known her, she's never had a boyfriend. I know you disappeared, leaving her behind. We became close with Y/N. So I have the right to worry," Donmin said. "And I'm not going to argue with you at her door," he took a step forward and wanted to go in, but Jungkook gently but firmly placed his hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Actually... you won't have to argue because you're leaving now,"

"What?" Donmin protested.

"You heard me. She's not feeling well, but I'm here now. Your presence is unnecessary..."

You couldn't stand it and stepped between them.

"Donmin, please, can you go? I need to talk to Jungkook," you said. Your voice trembled, as did your whole body. Donmin looked at you for a few seconds, then glanced quickly at Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" he asked seriously.

"Yes, please, I really need to talk to him, so go. I'll call you tomorrow," you were shaking all over. The fear that Jungkook might do something to Donmin was ingrained in every cell of your body.

"Okay, Y/N. I'll wait for your call. But if anything happens, call me right away," he said. You felt Jungkook's chest touch your back, and his voice above your head was rough.

"Nothing will happen to make she call you. Good night, friend,"

You gave Jungkook an angry look, which he didn't even notice because he was looking at Donmin the whole time. Donmin didn't respond to Jungkook's provocation, just gave you one last look and left.

When Donmin disappeared from view, you pushed Jungkook in the chest, feeling intense anger. He took a few steps back when you pushed him with all your strength.

"What are you doing, idiot?" you shouted, unable to contain your emotions. "Why the hell did you make such a scene?" You approached him, pointing your finger at his face. "What a hell you my boyfriend you are? You've never been one!"

Silence hung over the room, thick as before a storm. Jungkook stood motionless, calmly accepting your blows — although something was boiling in his eyes. But he remained silent. And you couldn't stop.

"Never!" you repeated hoarsely, almost shouting. "We fucked. Yes, we were close. But that doesn't make you my boyfriend! What the hell, Jungkook?! We ended whatever relationship we had!!! And anyway... who are you to decide who can come to me and who can't?!"

"I love you and you're mine," he said decisively, approaching you. His words "you're mine" made your legs refuse to hold you up. "No other man will ever touch you again."

You shook your head, confused by the feelings Jungkook aroused in you. He was driving you crazy, and it was too much.

"Why?" you asked angry, "Why did you even come?"

Jungkook took another step toward you, but didn't touch you.

"I came because I can't live without you," he said hoarsely. "Because you're the only person who makes me unable to work, unable to sleep, unable to kill without a shadow of a doubt. Do you understand, Y/N? You've ruined me. I just... don't know what to do."

You turned away. You couldn't bear his gaze any longer. You couldn't tell him the truth. Not yet. But it was knocking in your throat like a nail.

"You're acting like you own me. I don't belong to you! We can't be together because I don't know you... I never really knew you, damn it," you said painfully. You felt terrible fatigue, fatigue from everything that had been happening in your life since Jungkook arrived. You loved him, but he turned your life into hell.

Jungkook took another step toward you. You felt your heart begin to beat even faster. But not from fear. From something else. From the same damn closeness that had once drawn you to him.

"You know me, baby," his voice became low, hoarse, and husky again from restrained emotions. You stood as if nailed to the floor. Your heart was pounding in your ears. He was so close that you could hear his breath, see his lips move, feel his fingers clench. Jungkook was tense, like a string. "I was myself with you,"

"You lied to me," you interrupted, looking angrily into his eyes.

"I didn't lie. I didn't tell you, and that's different," he defended himself.

"No, Jungkook, they're not different things! Hiding the truth with lies or silence doesn't change the fact. You can easily kill someone and think it's normal, but for me it's unacceptable. I don't want to spend my whole life fearing for my life because one of your enemies wants revenge, or hiding my whole life so that no one finds out about us. I want a normal life, a normal boyfriend, a husband, not all this..."

Silence fell again — this time deafening, almost painful. You stood in front of him, your eyes red, breathing heavily, as if you had just run out of a burning house. And in a sense, that was exactly what it was. Jungkook was a fire. Beautiful, dazzling, dangerous.

He was silent. He just stared. There was pain in his eyes. So much that you felt it like a blow. And yet you didn't back down.

"Go," you said, quietly but clearly. "Go, Jungkook. Please. And don't come to me anymore... forget the way to my house." These words flew out of you like shards of glass that you yourself had swallowed. And each one hurt. But they had to be said. Because if not, you would drown. In him. In all of this. He looked at you for a few more seconds. Long seconds. Then he lowered his eyes and, without a word, turned and walked away. All you could hear was his heavy footsteps echoing in your head.

When you were left alone, the silence became unbearable. It cut you. It breathed down your back, into your chest, into your neck. It was as if the world you had so longed for — peaceful, safe, normal — had suddenly turned out to be empty.

Without him.

You sank to the floor, unable to stand. Your shoulders shook, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Idiot..." you whispered through your sobs. "Damned, beloved idiot..."

You covered your face with your hands, trying to muffle the sound of your own crying. But your emotions burst out like a broken dam: fear, anger, love, guilt, pain.

He hurt you. Very badly. But for some reason, now that he was gone, you felt most acutely how much you loved him. And how deeply this truth tore you apart.

And the fact that you were pregnant with his child made the whole situation even more complicated. You put one hand on your stomach, as if you could feel your child inside you. Tears mixed with whispers:

"I don't know what to do either..."

You sat in front of the TV, holding a bucket of pistachio ice cream balanced on a pillow comfortably placed on your legs. Each bite of ice cream melted in your mouth, bringing fleeting joy. The sweet taste and coolness helped you forget, if only for a moment, everything that was buzzing in your head. A drama was unfolding on the screen — the main character was suffering from the bullying of her boss, the CEO, who was the hottest man in the entire series. It was obvious that they would become a couple.

"First he says you're useless, and then he'll run after you like a puppy. Why are these men so complicated?" You snorted at your own comment, but inside you felt your thoughts trying to return to Jungkook again and again. His visit a few days ago, his words, his gaze — it was all like a shadow clinging to you, even though you tried to shake it off. You took a deep breath, stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, and thought that now you had a child to take care of. And that was your most precious thing right now. You decided it was time to shift your focus — to yourself, to the future, to the baby who was already a part of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a memory of a conversation with Donmin. The day after that night, you dialed his number, feeling your throat tighten with awkwardness. "Donmin, I'm sorry about yesterday," you said, trying to sound calm. "Jungkook... we have a complicated relationship, but we broke up. For good." He replied that he was worried that Jungkook would hurt you, but you assured him that he would never do that. At least, not physically. Donmin suggested meeting for coffee, but you postponed the meeting, citing "food poisoning" and feeling unwell. "Give me a couple of days, and we'll definitely go," you said, and he agreed, though there was a slight sadness in his voice.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated on the sofa, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the screen — a message from Sajin. You slowly, even bored, picked up your phone, thinking she was just asking how you were doing. You opened the chat and your eyes widened: on the screen was a photo of her hand with a sparkling ring. The ice cream bucket almost slipped out of your hands, and you gasped. With trembling hands, you found her number and dialed it.

"Girl, is this a photo from Pinterest or are you really getting married?" you exclaimed when she picked up the phone. She laughed, and her laughter was so contagious that you couldn't help but smile even wider.

"Jimin proposed!" she said, her voice ringing with joy. "Today on the waterfront. He got down on one knee, can you believe it? I even cried!"

You both squealed with excitement. You listened as she recounted how he had lured her to the waterfront when she didn't want to go, and how nervous Jimin's voice had been when he took out the ring. Her joy warmed your heart, and you said sincerely,

"Sajin, I'm so happy for you! You and Jimin are just perfect together." She thanked you and then gently asked how you were feeling.

"Everything's fine," you replied, trying to sound carefree, "Well, except for the toxicosis, which comes and goes." You didn't mention that Jungkook had come over. Now was not the right time to talk about him. You didn't want to spoil her moment with your confused feelings.

You chatted a little more, then said goodbye. The news of Sajin and Jimin's engagement warmed you all day, and you even caught yourself dreaming of the same happiness — simple, without the shadows of the past.

That evening, your phone vibrated again. It was Sajin.

"Y/N, Jimin and I have decided to throw an engagement party!" she said, her voice excited. "So I wanted to invite you because... I can't do it without my maid of honor..."

You froze, and your heart began to beat faster.

"Sa... maid of honor... Do you really want me to be it?" You were touched that your friend wanted you to be her maid of honor.

"Yes, I don't just want you to be my maid of honor, you will be and that's final," she said with a smile.

"By then, I’ll already be showing a big bump when you get married," you said.

"We haven't set a date for the wedding yet, but if you're uncomfortable because of your big bump, I'll convince Jimin to get married before you get uncomfortable," Sajin assured you. You laughed into the phone.

"What are you talking about? It's your wedding, you don't have to adjust it to suit me..."

"You know, my dear, that I would do anything that you will be my maid of honor," your friend said decisively. You laughed again.

"You're crazy..."

Your friend laughed just as hard.

"Yes, I am. So, what do you say? Will you come tomorrow?" She sounded excited again.

"Of course I'll come," you said happily.

"I knew you wouldn't say no," Sajin cleared her throat and then began timidly, "Y/N, dear, we're not going to invite many people. Jimin wants to invite his friends, remember the ones who were at my birthday party?"

You remembered the five guys who were Jimin's best friends.

"Yes, I remember them."

"So they'll all be there and... you know..." She began to mumble, and you instantly guessed why she was doing so, but you didn't interrupt her with your guesses. You remained silent, waiting for her to talk about him. "Jimin also invited Jungkook..." You remained silent, not reacting out loud, although you felt pricked at your heart, "but it's not certain that he'll be there. I'm not sure if he'll come because Jimin said he has some 'business' to attend to. But Jimin try to persuaded him, and, well, you know, he invited all his friends, so I couldn't tell him not to invite him..."

You felt your heart racing and a struggle erupted in your head. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want to feel that whirlwind of emotions he caused again. But deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself — you desperately wanted to see him, even if only for a moment, even if only from a distance. Even though you were angry with him for his last visit.

"It's okay, Sajin," you said, forcing your voice to sound confident. "I'll come. If he's there, I'll just ignore him. And I won't stay long, because the smell of food and alcohol makes me nauseous."

Sajin exhaled with relief.

"I love my understanding bestie! I'll be there so he doesn't even think about coming over. I promise!" she said, and you both laughed, although your smile was a little tense.

You stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at yourself. The summer cappuccino-colored dress gently hugged your waist, hiding your still-imperceptible belly. You reassured yourself that you would be able to ignore him, if he was there, of course. You told yourself you didn't want to see him, but a small, treacherous part of you trembled with anticipation.

You arrived at Jimin's house as the sun was setting, flooding the backyard with warm golden light. The yard was decorated with garlands swaying between the trees, and in the center stood a long table with snacks, drinks, miniature cakes, and various appetizers. Music played from the speakers—light house mixed with pop hits, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

You arrived before the party started. Your dress swayed in the light evening breeze, and you tried your best to contain your emotions. You congratulated Sajin and Jimin on their engagement. After that, you went to greet the guests and your acquaintances. Your gaze constantly wandered, searching for him. But Jungkook was not there. Your heart sank in a mixture of relief and disappointment. You had hoped he would come, even though you were afraid of this meeting.

You took a glass of non-alcoholic cocktail — you avoided alcohol because of your pregnancy — and walked to the edge of the courtyard, where it was a little quieter. From there, you could see the garden lit up with fairy lights, and you tried to focus on the music, your friends' laughter, anything but him. But your disappointment grew.

"He's not coming," you thought, and the thought stung.

Half an hour later, Sajin called you to help carry another plate of snacks from the kitchen. You followed her, trying to hide your sadness. The kitchen was noisy: several of Jimin's friends were joking around as they opened another bottle of wine, and Sajin was bustling about, giving instructions. You took the plate of canapés and were already heading back to the yard when the door opened and Jiminwalked in. And behind him was Jungkook.

You froze. His dark eyes immediately found yours, and the world around you seemed to slow down. He was standing there in a denim jacket and black T-shirt under that hugged his body and jeans, with the same tattoos on his arm that you loved to run your fingers over. His gaze was intense, as if he saw only you among all the guests. You felt your heart pounding, and your fingers gripped the plate so tightly that you were afraid you would crush it.

Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you, and you noticed his lips twitch slightly, as if he wanted to smile but was holding himself back. Jimin, oblivious to the tension, tell to everyone in the kitchen loudly:

"Hey, where did you get this wine? It was for a special occasion,"

"Isn't an engagement party a special occasion?" Yoongi asked sarcastically.

Sajin turned around when she noticed Jungkook.

"Jungkook! You came after all!" she exclaimed, rushing towards him, and you could hear fake happiness in her voice. She knew what was going on between you two, and you knew that your friend didn't want Jungkook to come. He hugged her lightly, smiling.

"How could I miss your engagement, Sa?" he said, his voice as Sajin's. "Congratulations. Jimin is a lucky man."

Sajin thanked him as she returned to the table to continue preparing the food, casting you a worried glance.

"Hi," you heard Jungkook's voice nearby. While you were looking at Sajin, you didn't notice him approaching. You swallowed, trying to control yourself.

"Hi," you replied, feeling your voice tremble. Your emotions were on edge, but you forced yourself to smile, even though it came out crooked.

He held your gaze for a moment longer, as if trying to read your thoughts, then nodded and walked over to the other guests, greeting his friends. His movements were confident, but you noticed him glancing at you from time to time. Each glance burned, as if reminding you of everything that had happened between you.

Sajin turned to you, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, touching your elbow. You forced yourself to nod, even though your chest was burning.

"Yes, I'm fine," you lied, lowering your eyes to the plate in your hands.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing you, but didn't press the issue.

"All right, but if you need anything, I'm here. Come on, let's put this on the table."

You followed her, feeling his presence weighing on you like an invisible burden. A few minutes later, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon appeared in the courtyard. He laughed with his friends, raising his glass, but you knew his eyes were still searching for you. And you weren't sure you could get through the evening.

Sajin stayed close to you most of the time, making sure you felt comfortable. She knew this evening wasn't easy for you. But with every passing minute, she began to be distracted by other guests. Greetings, conversations — she became the center of attention, as befits a bride.

And at some point, you were left alone.

In fact, it was a relief. Finally, you didn't have to pretend. You didn't have to smile cheerfully at Sajin, assuring her that everything was fine. Because it wasn't. Inside, you were in turmoil — every minute that Jungkook was nearby, every glance you caught out of the corner of your eye — it all tore you apart.

You slowly approached the drinks table, grabbed a bottle of water, feeling your palm tremble slightly as you opened the cap. You took a sip and suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N, are you hiding from the fun?" Turning around, you saw Jimin walking towards the table with a broad smile, and next to him were Jungkook. Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to remain casual, clutching the cold bottle in your hand.

"No, I'm not hiding, I'm waiting for Sajin," you said, the first thing that came to mind. You forced yourself to smile, ignoring the burning gaze of Jungkook, who was standing nearby and not taking his eyes off you.

"You look so tired," Jimin remarked.

"Yes, I came to see you after work, it was a stressful day," you smiled awkwardly, continuing to lie.

Jungkook was silent, but you could feel his presence, like an electric charge in the air. You noticed that Jungkook hadn't approached you all evening, obviously respecting your boundaries.

You glanced at him quickly when he approached the table, picked up a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a glass. His movements were calm, but you noticed how his fingers clenched the glass slightly. Jimin, seeing this, exclaimed cheerfully,

"Hey, Jungkook, pour me one too. Look at him, he didn't even offer!"

Jungkook grunted briefly as he poured whiskey into Jimin's glass.

"Here you go, groom," he said with a barely noticeable smile, but his gaze returned to you. You looked away, focusing on your conversation with Jimin.

"By the way, why are you drinking water?" Jimin suddenly noticed. "It's a party!" He quickly took a glass of champagne from the table and handed it to you. "Here, take it, let's drink together!"

You didn't take the glass and were about to lie about you had food poisoning when suddenly Sajin appeared out of nowhere. She quickly snatched the glass from Jimin's hands, her eyes flashing with indignation.

"Are you crazy? She can't drink alcohol right now!" she exclaimed, putting the glass back on the table.

Jimin and Jungkook froze, their eyes instantly shifting from Sajin to you. Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why can’t?" he asked, clearly confused.

You felt your heart pound, and Sajin hesitated for a moment. Her eyes darted to you, as if she were asking for help. So you quickly spoke up.

"I had food poisoning, so I don't drink alcohol," you said and saw your friend's face relax. You also knew that Jungkook remembered how you vomited in front of him a few days ago and would probably believe this lie. But his gaze was too intense, as if he sensed that there was more to it.

Fortunately, Jimin didn't ask any questions.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't know! How are you now? Are you feeling okay?" he asked with sincere concern.

"Everything's fine, don't worry," you replied, forcing your voice to sound confident, even though you were trembling inside. Jungkook's gaze became insistent, and you felt like there was nowhere to hide from him.

Your phone showed 2% battery. You went to your car to get your charger because you weren't ready to go home yet, even though you probably needed to rest. But for some reason, you wanted to stay at the party longer.

You told Sajin that you would be back soon and left the yard, feeling relieved by the silence and cool night air.

Once on the road, you noticed Jungkook and Taehyung standing leaning against the fence. They were smoking cigarettes, their voices were quiet, but you could hear snippets of their conversation — something about mutual acquaintances and some "business."

You glanced at them quickly, trying not to attract attention, and walked to the car parked near the house.

Opening the door, you bent down to get the charger from the glove compartment. Your heart was racing, and you tried to focus on what you were doing, but suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Jungkook. He was walking toward you slowly, smoking a cigarette. You closed the door of your car and wanted to go, listening to your pulse pounding in your temples, but Jungkook approached, blocking your way to the house.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in his usual voice. You tried not to look at him so that he wouldn't notice your nervousness.

"I'm fine," you lied for the hundredth time that evening. You tried to take a step forward, but Jungkook took a step with you. You tried again, and Jungkook did the same. You gave him an angry look, but he just tilted his head back and exhaled the last puff of smoke from his cigarette into the air. You watched the smoke from his cigarette dissolve into the air, just like your desire to walk away from him. Too faster.

Jungkook finished his cigarette and threw it on the asphalt, crushing it with his massive sneaker. He looked into your eyes, and you saw what you were most afraid to see — determination mixed with impatience. But he remained calm on the outside, only the corners of his lips curving into a slight smile.

"How long are you going to keep ignoring me?" he asked you directly. You raised your eyebrows in indignation.

"To the rest of my life, because you didn't understand all the words I said to you before," your voice sounded dry, but inside you were trembling. Jungkook snorted.

"Can you really do it?" he asked again, but more softly, more playfully. Your heart fluttered. You both knew it would be difficult for you, but you assured yourself that you could do it.

"I can," you said decisively, looking into his shining eyes. Jungkook looked at your face for a moment, then took a slow step toward you. You felt his perfume hit your nostrils. That scent that drives you crazy. Jungkook leaned toward your face, leaving only a few inches between you.

"So you really think you can find another man? Date him...?" His low bass voice echoed in every cell of your body. You instinctively took a step back, but Jungkook stepped forward, unwilling to lose your closeness. "He'll fuck you, you'll have fun on dates... and you think he'll be better than me?"

You froze when you felt yourself bump into your car. Jungkook placed both hands on either side of your face. You were burning with his closeness, his voice, his scent. He was close, but you couldn't even allow yourself to touch him, even though that was the most you wanted to do right now. You forced yourself to look away from his inviting lips and said with a smile.

"Yes," your answer is like a knife in heart, "I'll be able to find a guy who doesn't come over at night and who doesn't just want to fuck me. And when he shows up, I'll quickly forget about you..." you said what you wanted, but even you were hurt by those words, because you don't want any other man but Jungkook, but you can't be with him. Even though you are pregnant with his child. This fact makes you feel happy because a part of Jungkook will always be with you.

Jungkook, hearing your words and seeing your smile, felt himself losing any remaining self-control. He leaned in, pressing his body against yours. You felt his warm body warming you from the night wind.

"You little liar. Even if you find such a jerk, you won't stop loving me," he looked alternately into your eyes and and then at lips, "And the ironic thing is that I feel the same way. I will never be able to love anyone else because I have never loved anyone… but you. You... you are the only one who has touched my heart."

You closed your eyes as you listened to his words. It was both euphoric and cursed. It was a dream to hear such words from him, but what now? Your relationship is doomed to failure... Jungkook kills people and is involved in crime. You're not sure you can handle these things.

You felt his fingers touch your jaw. He gently, almost weightlessly, ran them along your jaw, down to your neck.

"What should we do, baby? What should we do with the love we have?"

You didn't know what to do. In fact, you didn't have a single useful thought, because the only thing you could think about was Jungkook and his closeness. Desire flared between your thighs, and you wanted to hit yourself for the fact that your feelings were still so strong. They hadn't diminished one bit, but seemed to have only intensified.

"I don't know," you whispered, opening your eyes. Jungkook was leaning over you. His breath burned your lips. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. Your breathing quickened.

The next moment, you felt his lips on yours. Everything disappeared for a moment. The sounds, the wind, the asphalt. All you could feel were his lips touching yours. He didn't hold back, deepening the kiss, kissing you greedily, intertwining your tongues. You felt a throbbing between your legs, and you became wet. Jungkook's hand found your buttock under your dress. He squeezed your skin hard, digging his nails into your buttock. You kissed him, enjoying every movement. You missed him so much, his lips, his hands that explored every curve of your body.

In an instant, you forgot everything that had happened between you and how difficult it was. All that mattered now was him.

Jungkook had no intention of ending this hot and desperate kiss. His teeth bit your lower lip, almost painfully, and let it go with a soft, wet smack, he immediately kissed you again. His hands became bolder, and the next moment you felt his palm slip under your underwear. When he touched your center, you gasped. You felt how wet you were on his fingers.

You broke the kiss, breathing rapidly, and tried not to moan.

"Kook..." you called him, squeezing his broad shoulders until your fingers turned white. He stimulated your clitoris while his lips hotly touched your neck, leaving wet marks. He couldn't stop. He wanted you because he missed you so much. "They might... they might see us," you whispered.

"You're dripping on my fingers, how can I stop, baby?" he asked right into your lips. Your body trembled from his touch, and your mind clouded over, as if the whole world had narrowed to his fingers, which caressed you confidently. Jungkook didn't stop, his movements were rhythmic, insistent. His words buzzed in your head, and you felt a wave of pleasure rolling in stronger and stronger.

"Jungkook... we can't... not here," you whispered, but your voice was weak, almost pleading. You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you begged him to continue. Your body betrayed you, responding to his every movement, and you knew he could feel it.

He raised his head, his eyes shining in the darkness, filled with desire.

"Screw it," he whispered hoarsely, his fingers quickening their rhythm, making you gasp. "You see, baby, here's the truth... You can lie to yourself, but your body knows the truth. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together."

His words hit you like an electric shock, mixing fear and euphoria. You couldn't respond — your hips trembled, and a wave of orgasm washed over you suddenly, making you moan softly. You clung to his denim jacket, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds. Jungkook held you by the waist while you came to your senses. His breath was hot against your ear, and you could feel him smiling.

He moved away and finally took his hand off your underwear. He brought his finger, which had been on your pussy a moment ago, to his lips and licked it, never taking his satisfied gaze off you.

He licked his finger, then pressed it to your lips again. You could taste a faint hint of yourself on his tongue.

Jungkook broke the kiss. He adjusted your dress and his T-shirt. You followed his movements and when you looked down at his jeans, you saw a bulge that was too noticeable. Jungkook noticed where you were looking and, meeting your concerned gaze, said:

"I'll calm down, don't worry, baby, I won't go to the guests with a hard on."

He smiled broadly, and you couldn't help but smile at his comment. But when the smile slipped from your lips, you finally realized what had just happened.

Your body was still buzzing from the post-orgasmic sensations, and your cheeks were burning. You nervously squeezed the charger you had been holding all this time, feeling shame and desire fighting inside you. How could he? Just bring you to the edge here on the road by your car, as if it cost him nothing? He was always like that, not caring about the situation around him. If he wanted it, it happened anywhere.

"You go first, I'll have a smoke," Jungkook said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You shook your head, glanced at him briefly, and quickly walked away without even turning around.

You returned to the party, holding the charger tightly, but you no longer needed it.

The music and voices of the guests blended into a single hum, the party continued, and you tried to look normal. But every time you caught a glimpse of Jungkook, who returned to the courtyard ten minutes after you, your cheeks flushed, and you looked away. He was standing with his friends, holding a glass of whiskey, and you noticed his lips curving into a sly smile when he caught your gaze. He knew what you were thinking about him. He knew you couldn't forget that moment by the car. And that annoyed you even more.

Sajin turned to you when she saw you standing by the snack table, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Are you okay? You look kind of... red," she said, touching your shoulder.

You realized you wanted to go home. Jungkook's presence and what he had done to you made you feel tense. Sajin looked at you with concern, but fortunately she didn't notice your and Jungkook's simultaneous absence. You couldn't tell her what had happened. Not now, when she was beaming with happiness at her party.

"If honesty, Sa... I'm tired... I think it's time for me to go," you said softly, feigning disappointment. Sajin pouted and hugged you.

"I'm sad... but your health comes first! If you're tired, then you really should go home and rest," she leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, "You stayed longer than you promised, and that made me happy."

You smiled your warmest smile.

"Actually, I'm the one who's happy. I'm very happy for you and Jimin. You two are such a beautiful couple. I really want you to carry your love through your whole life."

Sajin was touched by your words and hugged you tightly again.

"I want that kind of happiness for you too..." She glanced to the side, and you guessed that she was looking at Jungkook. You restrained yourself from looking in his direction. "And I know you'll find a worthy man who will love you."

You smiled awkwardly, feeling like a criminal who had committed a terrible crime. You didn't want anyone else, really, you wanted Jongkook to be that worthy man for you, but life likes to play jokes, especially on you.

You said goodbye to Jimin and a few other guests, avoiding Jungkook, and quickly went to the car. Driving home, you could feel his touch still burning on your skin, and his words spinning in your head.

When you got home, the first thing you did was take a shower. The hot water ran over your skin, but it couldn't wash away the feeling of his fingers, his lips, his voice. You closed your eyes, and the memories flooded back. How he kissed you, how his hands squeezed your thighs, how he brought you to orgasm by the car. Your body burned with desire again, and you were angry with yourself for it. Why can't you just forget him? Why does your heart still yearn for him, despite everything?

After getting out of the shower, you went to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. You tossed and turned, trying in vain to fall asleep. Several hours passed, and you tried to distract yourself with your phone, but even that didn't help. You put your phone on the bedside table and stared at the ceiling, your thoughts returning to Jungkook.

Was there even the slightest hope of being together? His words — "I'll do everything to make us be together" — sounded so sincere that for the first time you felt hope stirring inside you. What if he could change? Give up his dark deeds, leave that world that scares you? You put your hand on your stomach, feeling the warmth under your fingers. How would he react if he found out you were pregnant? Would it change him? Would he want to be with you and the baby?

But fear prevailed. What if he didn't change? What if he continued to lie, kill, disappear? What if one day he just left you, as he had done before? You were afraid, but he was everything you wanted. His eyes, his voice, his touch — it was all part of you, and you couldn't deny it.

You got out of bed, feeling anxiety tighten your chest, and went to the living room and grabbed your bag. You went back to the bedroom looking for the ultrasound photo you had left there.

After taking the picture, you sat down on the bed and stared at the small gray circle for a long time. You stroked it with your fingers, as if trying to feel a connection with the child — your child with him. You pressed the photo to your chest, and tears rolled down your cheeks.

"What should I do? I love him," you whispered, addressing no one in particular.

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. Your heart stopped. For a few seconds, you sat motionless, listening to your own heartbeat. You thought you had imagined it, but the knock repeated itself, and this time it sounded clearer.

You knew who it could be. You quickly put the photo back in your bag, leaving it on the bedside table, and ran to the door, quickly wiping tears from eyes. You were in such a hurry that you didn't even glance at the digital clock in the living room.

It was 4:15.

Your breathing became ragged, your hand trembled as you touched the doorknob. You held your breath and opened the door.

Jungkook. He stood in the doorway, his dark eyes shining in the semi-darkness, a slight, almost tender smile playing on his lips. He didn't look drunk, but the fatigue in his eyes was noticeable — as if he hadn't slept, just like you. His black hoodie was slightly wrinkled, and the tattoos on his arm looked even more striking in the dim light.

"Don’t sleep?" he asked. You pressed your lips together, nervous about his appearance.

"I couldn't sleep," you said truthfully.

"I know you said to forget the way to your house," he began, his voice was piercing. "But I can't listen to you..." He smiled, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You swear that no one in the world has a more beautiful smile than this man.

You looked at him and saw that he wasn't giving up, despite all your words, despite your attempts to push him away. And with each visit, your wall of resistance crumbled more.

"Once you forgot for a few months," you said ironically.

He touched the door, pushing it slightly to enter, and approached you. The scent of his perfume and the faint aroma of cigarette smoke hit your nostrils, and you felt your knees weaken.

"I never forgot," he said seriously. "From our first day together until today, I've been here every night."

You almost choked on his confession. Jungkook approached you with slow steps, and you already knew you had surrendered. He took the last step that brought him very close to you, and in the next moment, his lips covered yours. The kiss was slow but deep, full of passion. You responded, unable to resist, your arms wrapped around his neck, and his fingers squeezed your buttocks, pulling you closer. His tongue intertwined with yours, and you felt the heat spread throughout your body.

His kiss was insatiable, but not at all rushed. He seemed to savor every moment, every breath between you, while your body burned in his embrace. As always when he kissed you, you lost all sense of reality. There was only his presence, his lips, his hands, which made you forget everything else in the world.

Jungkook led you to the bedroom. He knew this route so well because he had led you there dozens of times when he came over.

When you reached the bed, his hands slid under your thin house top, baring your skin. He laid you on the bed, hastily removing his black hoodie and tossing it aside. His hoodie knocked over the bag you had left on the bedside table, but neither of you noticed. All that mattered was the two of you, here, now.

Jungkook climbed on top of you, pressing down with his weight. He kissed you on the lips, completely taking possession of your mouth, then slowly moved down to your neck. He kissed you, savoring every inch of your body, unable to believe that this was real. That after so long, he was with you again.

His lips moved even lower. He leaned on his knees and hands, as if bowing before you. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Jungkook's tongue circled your sensitive nipple, caressing it gently, and you arched towards him, unable to hold back the moan that escaped your throat.

He made you forget everything — who you were, what was happening between you, that tomorrow would bring another day with its dark side. Now there was only him, his hot breath on your skin, his tongue mercilessly yet gently circling your nipple, bringing you to the brink.

You dug your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you, feeling your whole body tense with new waves of pleasure. He knew you, knew your every weak spot and took advantage of it — slowly, boldly, with his characteristic confidence. As if you had always been and would always be his alone.

"You're so delicious..." he whispered, lightly flicking his tongue across the sensitive skin under your breasts, and rose again to your face. His fingers slid down between your legs, and he paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. Then he slowly slid his hand under your pajama shorts and underwear.

Your stomach tightened as his fingers entered you slowly, carefully, with an attention that made you writhe with pleasure. Your head fell back on the pillow, and a moan dissolved into the air as you closed your eyes, enjoying what Jungkook was doing to you.

"I missed this," he murmured, kissing your shoulder, your neck, and slowly moving his fingers inside you. "Your body... your moans... the way you sigh my name when you can't take it anymore."

You bit your lip, trying to restrain yourself, but to no avail. His touch was gentle but confident, as always. He brought you to the brink and then pulled back, as if teasing you. He liked to see you weak with desire, beneath him — devoted, hot, your eyes full of longing.

When your back arched, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, causing you to moan in disappointment. He hastily removed your shorts and underwear in one motion, and they fell to the floor. A moment later, his tongue moved lower, and a wave of excitement spread through you. All you could do was tremble and dig your fingers into the sheet again.

His tongue licked your clitoris with incredible tenderness. The smooth movements of his tongue made your body contract with pleasure. Jungkook grabbed your hips and you spread your legs wider, opening yourself up to him like a book.

He added his fingers to your passage, moaning in front of your pussy. Jungkook pressed against your clitoris, licking it and simultaneously fucking your passage with two fingers.

You moaned out loud from the sensation his skilled tongue gave you. You hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time. You couldn't remember the last time he made you feel this way — completely, without shame, without restraint.

You clenched the sheets tightly, knowing that this was the moment. When the orgasm overwhelmed you, you couldn't hold back a cry — muffled, stifled, almost pleading. Jungkook didn't stop — he felt your clitoris twitch, and with a slow, very slow movement of his tongue, he made you stay at the peak longer than you realized. And only when you opened your eyes, barely breathing, did he get up, slowly wiping his chin with the back of his hand from your juices. His tongue licked his lips, taking every last drop of yours.

Jungkook leaned toward you, gently touching your lips—first softly, almost imperceptibly, then deeper, wetter, with the passion you had just felt between your legs. His taste mingled with yours, bringing you to a new level of arousal, as if what had just happened wasn't enough.

"Damn… You're so beautiful," he whispered into your kiss, sliding his hand up your stomach until he found your breasts — large, heavy, sensitive after orgasm. His thumb slowly circled your nipple, and you moaned again, pressing yourself into the bed, unable to control anything anymore.

His gaze was hungry. He no longer just wanted you — he needed you. Having undressed completely, Jungkook lay down between your spread legs, gently but with a determination that always made you tremble.

"I want you so badly..." he growled, and his cock, large and hard, touched your wet entrance.

Jungkook smeared the head of his cock across your pussy, the excess moisture proving how much you wanted him.

He took his time, and it made you frustrated.

"Kook... come in," you moaned. Jungkook leaned over you. You saw his sly smile, which meant he was going to tease you.

"You want my cock? You're so needy?" He leaned close to your ear, still pressing his cock against you but not entering you. "Like a whore?" he whispered. Hearing him call you a whore made your walls tighten. It turned you on even more. You remembered how he first called you a "whore" during sex, and you realized that coming from his mouth, it sounded so hot and not offensive at all. Being a whore for him was your pleasure. He called you that when you made love, but not often, so if he called you a "whore" now, it meant he was aroused to the point of no return.

"Yes," you said, breathing quickly and deeply, "your whore wants your cock."

Jungkook stretched his lips into a quick, sly smile. You felt him press against your entrance, and the next moment he sharply thrust into you, causing pain mixed with sweet pleasure.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling how tense and strong they were.

Jungkook froze inside you. He sighed lowly, his voice vibrating against your ear. In a few seconds, he rose and withdrew almost completely, then entered you slowly, inch by inch, moaning into your lips as you pulled him by the shoulders.

Jungkook kissed you as he moved inside you. You finally belonged to each other again. Your kisses became chaotic, and Jungkook's movements became more rhythmic.

Your body accepted him greedily, dissolving into who he was with every thrust.

"Fuck, baby..." Jungkook moaned, feeling the tightness of your pussy. "Yes, it’s so good..." He fucked you, and you couldn't get enough of the feeling of his cock inside you. His strong body pressed against yours, and his breathing became heavier.

He continued to move inside you, igniting your entire being. A pleasant pleasure pierced your thighs, and his closeness was also intoxicating. Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulled out of you, knelt down, and with one easy movement, as if you weighed nothing, turned you onto your stomach.

Your hair covered your eyes, and you tried to brush it aside. You felt his knees pressing against the sides of your thighs as he leaned down to kiss your shoulders and back. His palms lifted your pelvis slightly, and he entered you. This angle always feels so deep.

Jungkook lay on top of you, and you felt his weight pressing pleasantly against your back. His hands were near your breasts, touching them slightly. You grabbed the pillow and squeezed it, trying to ease your discomfort.

Jungkook made his first deep thrust and you could barely breathe. The way his cock felt from this angle clouded your consciousness. He made another deep, slow thrust and you felt his breathing tremble. He was enjoying himself. Move by move, he sped up, and you began to feel blissful pleasure fill you completely. Jungkook began to move quickly, so sharply that you couldn't hold back your loud moans. He put his hands on yours and moved mercilessly inside you.

You felt his cock harden. That meant he was close. And when you felt your own orgasm building, Jungkook stopped again and pulled out of you. You fell back onto the pillow.

Jungkook turned you back onto your back. He lifted your leg and entered you, penetrating you to the last centimeter. Something like a scream and a moan escaped your lips. Jungkook smiled, enjoying your reaction. He grabbed you under the knee, keeping your leg open to penetrate even deeper, and kissed you.

Your tongues intertwined in a dance of passion, fighting for dominance. Jungkook bit your lip again and let go.

He began to move, setting the pace. Every movement of your bodies led you to unforgettable emotions, and you were both in love and crazy about each other.

"Does my whore like how I fuck her?" you heard his low, breathless voice from arousal. You couldn't answer because as soon as Jungkook asked you, his movements became faster and his penetration deeper. He leaned over, breathing right into your mouth, which was open with pleasure. "Answer me," he said, biting your lips.

"Yes..." you barely managed to say, "yes... damn... it's so good."

Jungkook was pleased with your words. His smile was proof of that. He didn't take his eyes off you, admiring your expression, your tousled hair, enjoying the sounds you made.

Jungkook continued to fuck you to bring you to orgasm, holding back with all his might so as not to cum first.

Jungkook slowed down, he leaned his forehead against your chest and brought you to the brink with deep, sharp movements.

"Mine..." you heard him say quietly, the word seeming to be branded on your skin, "You're only mine... you belong to me," he raised his head. He stopped. You opened your eyes, which had been closed almost the entire time from pleasure, and now looked at him. "Did you hear me, baby? You're only fucking mine," he repeated.

"Kook..." you said his name as a prayer. Jungkook pushed you, not letting you continue. He didn't want to hear any words from you. The fact that you belong to him will not change any of your words. You are close to climax. His quick thrusts into your G-spot hit the spot. The knot that had formed in your lower abdomen finally untied, and your body trembled as a wave of orgasm washed over you, forcing you to arch under Jungkook. Blood roared in your ears, and your moans mingled with his ragged breathing.

He continued to fuck you until his cock was as hard as it could be, and then you felt him moan in your ear as he spilled himself inside you.

It didn't matter anymore because you were pregnant. He jerked, spilling his warm semen inside you, his body tensing above you. You felt him fill you to the brim.

You lay there for a few seconds, not moving, not wanting to leave each other.

Then Jungkook slowly pulled away, his hands gently caressing your thighs before he rolled onto his back next to you. You lay there, trying to catch your breath, feeling your body still trembling from his touch. You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were half-closed, and a slight, satisfied smile played on his lips. But your mind was buzzing with thoughts. You couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Jungkook..." you began quietly, turning to face him. He turned his head, his gaze relaxed and weary.

"Shhh..." he put his finger to his lips, then got up and leaned in to kiss you. He kissed you softly, gently, then said quietly, "Not now. Let's rest, get some sleep. We'll talk about everything later today. I promise," his voice was soft but firm.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you... are you staying here?" you asked, feeling your heart skip a beat. You didn't expect him to want to stay the night. He had never stayed overnight at your place before.

Jungkook smiled, his hand lazily stroking your thighs.

"Yes. I want to sleep with you... preferably until noon. I'm so tired..." he muttered, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. His breath caressed your skin, and you felt warmth spreading through your chest, despite all your doubts. You let him stay, even though you knew it might complicate things even more.

"Okay," you whispered, and he smiled at you when he lifted his head, his eyes shining in the darkness.

Jungkook got up from the bed, his muscles tensing as he stretched.

"I'll take the first shower. Rest, baby, you need to recharge, because I did my job well, didn't I?" he said with a sly smile, winking at you.

"To say it was good would be an understatement," you praised him. Jungkook smiled proudly, leaning over you and giving you one last kiss.

You lay back on the pillow, trying not to look at his bare buttocks. Jungkook bent down, picked up his boxer from the floor and pulled them on, then reached for his hoodie, which had fallen on your bag and knocked it to the floor.

He saw that several items had spilled onto the floor. His gaze stopped on a small black-and-white photograph. He froze, picking it up.

His eyes noticed your name and the handwritten note "4 weeks."

You noticed that Jungkook had frozen, his head bowed as if he were looking at something. You felt a wave of panic wash over you, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

"Kook..." you called out to him. "What are you doing there?"

He didn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on the photo. Then he slowly turned to you, and you saw his fingers clutching the ultrasound photo.

You looked up at his face and met his eyes, which were wide open, filled with shock. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Are you pregnant?"

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hello, my dear Army 💜

First of all, I want to apologize for how long it took me to write part 2 for you. But as you may have noticed, it turned out to be very long (I set a new record for a chapter, almost 20,000 words, I've never written more), so I really hope that these two weeks of waiting were worth it 🥺🙏🏻

I wanted to split this chapter into two parts (i.e., publish chapters 2 and 3), but at the last moment I decided to leave it as a single chapter because I think all the scenes I wrote should be one story ☺️

I also want to apologize to those who are waiting for “One Night...” and “No Mercy.” I never forget and I WILL write the sequel, but right now I have very little time to write because of work and my emotional ups and downs, which I experience almost every day 😬 (Honestly, sometimes I think that life is unbearable and I don't know how to live it right so that I suffer less, but it seems that there is no right recipe. I have to work on myself that I can’t take to heart the words of people who are not worth my time. But I am a good person and I am used to acting humanely, but my kindness is used against me, so I am to blame, aren't I? Hahaha, I've said a lot without saying anything specific, but I think I have a lot of work to do on myself 👊🏻)

So, my dear ones, share your impressions of this chapter with me? How do you like it? I wrote it for so long, and I swear I dreamed of publishing it on Wednesday, but this week my headache was killing me, so writing this chapter was so difficult.

I'M SO NERVOUS about the new chapter, I've collected 1500+ notes on part 1, and you just can't imagine how happy I am!! I'M SO HAPPY that so many people liked this story 😭 So I feel a little pressure that this chapter won't live up to your expectations, but I did everything I could ❤️‍🔥

I plan to write one more chapter, which will be the final one, but who knows when that will be? I have to work very hard next month and will only have time at night, but for you, I will do everything in my power ❤️‍🔥 I LOVE YOU ARMY, YOU ARE THE BEST PEOPLE ON EARTH 💜🥰

Thanks to njksfn for the cover photo 💜

[kooklovee]

helloo 💌

just a little update—I’m taking a temporary hiatus from writing. I know it’s a bit sudden, but I’ve been juggling some courses plus final year uni stress, plus prepping for a few exams too. so I barely get time (or headspace) to write or even read ffs these days. not that I’m complaining (maybe a lil😔)... bt it’s just life, y’know? )

so yeah, just wanted to put it out there. I’ll still be around tho, just mostly inactive until I can breathe (and write) again. thankU for understanding lovelies. I’ll be back eventually, I promise <3

love ya.

[kooklovee]

thankuuu for mentioning married for 7 days!! 🤗😚

jeon jungkook fanfics recommendations that will ruin your sleep schedule 🪩 (jungkook masterlist)

hey my babies 💗 ... it’s been a long time since i posted my last list and i missed so much. Thank god I’m still doing my silly reviews when i can, cause life can be so so hectic sometimes. But between the busy schedules and stressful tasks, fanfiction light up my days through the cracks and i’m so grateful. This wouldn’t be possible without these amazing writers that deserve all the love and praise for putting these masterpieces into the world. Thank you so much 💗 That all being said, hope you guys enjoy my list and my reviews ofc :

🌟 the love bug by @jungkxook | pairing: jungkook x reader | genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut | spiderkook, spideykook | completed

summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you

🌟 handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | pairing: jungkook x reader | completed

summary: in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

🌟 web between us by @nvrngl | pairing. bts ﹢ spiderman!jungkook x mj!reader ﹢ flu | ongoing (?)

summary: it's the middle of the night and jungkook stumbles ( yet again ) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistably adorable.

🌟 bitchin by @kinktae | pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader | genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2 | completed

summary: The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review (i think this is one of my favorite fanfics EVER)

🌟 delivery date by @dntaewithluv | Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader) | completed (i guess)

summary: Everyone’s raving about the newest pizza place in town, Pizza Paradise. One Friday night, you find your curiosity piqued and decide to see if it’s really worth all the hype. However, it turns out you’re much more intrigued by the gorgeous blonde delivery boy than the cheesy contents of the box he’s carrying.

🌟 study break - part one by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader | genre: college au, established relationship, smut (?) | ongoing (?)

summary: in which you’re all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more.

🌟 married for 7 days by @kooklovee | Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader | Genre - mostly fluff, smut | completed

summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

🌟 dilf jk: series masterlist @venusiangguk | pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc | genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff | ongoing (and im waiting for updates everyday)

summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

my review, my review (i think about this fanfic pretty much everyday)

🌟 just this once by @ggukivrse | pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader | genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?) | ongoing (?)

summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no. after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?

🌟 ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU | Filed under: fluff, crack | completed

summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

🌟 secret encounters by @jiminsafairy | waiter!jungkook x reader | completed

summary: in the middle of an awfull date, when the hot waiter gives you a note: 'meet me in the bathroom'. And you don't hesitate to follow him.

🌟 apart-mental issues (my review my review) by @mister0ctopus | mini-series | Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader | completed

summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.

🌟 EXBF!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS by @dearjoons | exboyfriend!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader | completed

summary: REQUEST: “i was thinking like you guys are still somewhat friends after the breakup (maybe in the same friend group or smt) and he’s still very much in love with you type thing ykk 🤭”

🌟 Fuck me Up (FMU) by @jungkoode | genre: enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies | ongoing

summary:

When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

my review, my review, my review, my review

🌟 basic needs | jjk, myg by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader | rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au | little bit of jk x yoongi | completed

summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

🌟 something In the silence by @cgvejjk | genre : soft, cozy, comforting. | pairing ,, best friend!jk x bsf!reader | completed

summary: two best friends who are in love but won’t admit it, but what happens when one makes a move?

🌟 Never to Forever by @sushispective | Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff | Tropes | e2l, academic rivals | ongoing ?

summary:  Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?

🌟 OUR LITTLE LIFE by @kookooluvr | pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader | genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments | ongoing

summary: moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

my review, my review (COWBOYKOOK)

🌟 after school hours by @jeonette | genre : enemies to lovers | pairing : jungkook x reader | completed

summary: A classic 90's enemies to lovers skit. Mixtapes, rooftop hangouts, and harmless bickering between classes. But somewhere between hallway glances, stolen car rides, and one kiss under the stars, everything changed.

🌟 Ghost!AU with Jungkook by @springday-aus | Genre: fluff, platonic bc he’s literally dead | ghost!jungkook, mentions of ghost!Yoongi and neighbor!Taehyung | completed

summary: ghost!jungkook basically

🌟 accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast | pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader | oommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor | completed

summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

feel free to recommend your fanfic or anything you like 🌟💗

[kooklovee]

Taglist 3 @senaqsstuff @rinkud @stars4kooo @jhonie9876 @dragonflygurl4 @gaby-93 @thedutchessreturn @bts123746 @n0chuprettykook @bubblyi3 @libra04 @songbyeonkim @minimoninini @tasha-07 @nono13bnd @kimkim09 @petersasteria @revolutionbreez @singingjk @nisrine1622 @cherryminie95

Yours for a year - JJK

Episode 1

One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Pairing - Ceo!Jungkook x Reader

Genre - fake/contract marriage au, grumpy x sunshine, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut (eventual)

Warnings - mentions of drinking, bad attempts at humour😔, inner monologues

Wc - 6.3k words

a/n - I’ve written, scrapped, rewritten and scrapped again- this chapter like three times before finally settling on this version. so yeah.. I’m really nervous putting it out. also apologising beforehand because updates for this series would be slow🙂🙏

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Your Sundays are usually simple. Comfortably uneventful, to say.

Some weeks, you sleep in until noon and stay in bed watching movies. Other times, you tidy up the apartment, fold laundry in mismatched pajamas or hum along to a half-finished playlist while grading assignments.

However, none of that exists today.

Because today, you find yourself standing outside a CEO’s house. The house looms in front of you, tall and tastefully modern. So sleek and aesthetic it instinctively makes you straighten your posture for no reason.

The air was tinged with the clean scent of winter, and the sky was a soft grey. A delicate layer of snow clung to the sidewalks and rooftops.

Your breath fogged in front of you as you walked. The street was quiet, and the whole area had the kind of calm that made you feel like your heels were too loud.

You’d said yes to Taehyung’s logic-defying idea of fake marrying his best friend. Because, as Taehyung so kindly pointed out, “It’s what a logical person would do.” And apparently, you were a logical person.

He’d texted you a couple of days later.

Tae🥂 : He said Sunday works!! Better to meet at his place. No chance of someone eavesdropping yk.. I'LL BE THERE TOO so chill

Tae 🥂: He doesn’t bite

Tae🥂 : Usually

Yeah. Soothing words, truly.

The gate is already open.

Your heels click softly against the stone as you walk up the short path to the front door. The air feels still.

And everything feels a little too perfect.

You stop just before the door, catching your reflection in the glass panel.

What do you even call him?

Mr. Jeon? That sounds like you’re interviewing for a job.

Jungkook? That feels... wrong. You’ve never even spoken to him. He’s Taehyung’s best friend, sure, but also a literal CEO.

Maybe just wait for him to say something first. And then copy his vibe. Right.

Deep breath.

No weird jokes. Don’t say anything stupid. And most importantly, don’t knock over something expensive.

You got this. Just a casual meeting with your to-be-fake billionaire husband.

Totally chill.

Also… Taehyung’s inside. He said he’d be here. So, it's not like you’re walking into this alone.

You press the doorbell.

A few quiet seconds pass. Then, the door clicks open.

And you’re greeted by…

a chest.

A very tall and very defined chest.

White cotton stretched over hard lines. Your eyes travel up, past the subtle tattoos peeking from under the sleeves to the edge of one tattoo peeking out beneath the neckline, to a sharp jaw. And lots of.. piercings.

Eyebrow.

Lip.

Earring.

Woa.

Your brain definitely needs time to load such high-definition visuals.

His eyes catch yours.

Dark brown eyes.

You feel rooted to the spot, unsure if you're blinking too fast or not at all. Maybe you're staring long enough that he starts to part his lips, maybe to say something or maybe to ask why you’re frozen like an idiot— when a voice from inside calls your name.

“Y/N!”

Your attention snaps immediately.

Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes flick back briefly before he steps aside, giving you room to enter. One hand still tucked lazily in the pocket of his grey sweats, the other letting the door drift wider open.

You mumble a greeting, swallowing down whatever tangled string of embarrassment you're feeling and step inside, before slipping off your heels with more grace than you feel.

Jungkook's presence lingers behind you for a beat before he moves ahead, walking past you and into the living room.

You follow, eyes instinctively scanning the space as you go.

Everything inside is muted and minimal. Stylish in a distinctly masculine way. Cool-toned furniture. Statement lighting. Black.

More black.

A touch of grey.

Then another black.

It’s elegant, sure, but feels a little too serious.

And too dark for your liking.

Your gaze drifts to Taehyung, sprawled on the couch with one arm petting-

a dog?

Is this Jungkook’s dog? Taehyung didn't mention any dog. If you'd known there was a dog involved, you would’ve agreed to this whole fake marriage thing for free.

“Bamie’s been waiting to meet you.” Taehyung grins.

You make your way over, crouching beside the dog as he sniffs your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you coo, running a hand gently over his head. “You’re so handsome, look at you..”

Taehyung chuckles behind you as you grin, beaming as Bam noses into your palm.

“Bam, meet your soon-to-be mom.”

Jungkook throws Taehyung a look over his shoulder, which you don't catch.

But you definitely do throw Taehyung a look of your own with a pointed glare.

He laughs. “Fake mom. Chill.”

Taehyung pushes off the couch as he gestures between you and the man standing by the massive windows.

“Alright. Jungkook, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Jungkook. My best friend since… I don’t even remember anymore.”

You let out a small laugh, glancing over toward where Jungkook stands.

He’s still by the windows, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweats.

The scene is somehow borderline intimidating to say the least.

You, meanwhile, are still kneeling on the floor in front of his dog.

You offer a small nod with a smile.

“Hi.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t shift much, but he dips his head in acknowledgment.

“So,” Taehyung begins, shifting to face you both, “now that both of our fake couple candidates are here.. shall we proceed on the plan of the decade.”

You give him a flat look as you lower yourself onto the couch, smoothing your hands down on your jeans. Bam lets out a soft huff, resting his head on your thigh, while you gently pet his head.

Jungkook had taken up the space near the window, arms folded as a soft breeze filters through the partially open pane behind him. He looks like he’s either completely uninterested or just painfully used to Taehyung’s flair.

Probably both.

Taehyung leans down to grab something from the coffee table.

“Please admire how our beloved Mr. Jeon took the liberty of making an actual contract for your fake marriage,” his tone dipping into amusement as he passes you a slim folder.

You open the folder. There's clean formatting with signature lines at the bottom. It reads like a business document. Because to Jungkook, that’s what this is.

Peak CEO behavior.

You don’t say anything. But it confirms what you already suspected—he’s the type who treats everything with the clinical precision of a quarterly report.

You glance at Jungkook again, unable to help yourself. His jaw is set in an annoyingly sculpted kind of sharp. There’s a faint muscle working near his temple. But otherwise, he doesn’t move.

Taehyung goes on to speak, flipping casually between joking and informative like it’s second nature.

The gist of it was simple enough. You and Jungkook just had to tell his family that you'd decided on a quiet court marriage. Which would be easier for handling the fake documentation. He’d handle the paperworks. Well, perks of having a best friend who also happened to be a lawyer.

All you and Jungkook had to do was pretend to be believably in love.

You tried to focus while Taehyung laid it out. One year would be long enough to make it convincing. After that, a clean break. Just a perfectly executed performance that would buy Jungkook time, keep his parents from prying, and somehow benefit everyone involved.

It sounded simple when Taehyung said it.

Easy, in theory.

But how are you exactly supposed to pretend to be married to someone who communicates through silence and jaw tension?

Because that’s certainly what he’s doing now.

Jungkook hadn’t contributed much. Or anything, really. Hadn’t even looked like he was listening.

He was just… there.

You nod along. Tried to mentally log the details of what you were signing up for. Taehyung shows you pictures of Jungkook’s family members, so you'd recognize them when the time comes.

Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that you seemed more emotionally involved in this fake marriage than the man who needed it.

“And for that,” Taehyung adds, turning to his best friend with a pointed look, “you actually need to act, Jeon. Otherwise, my entire genius plan to save your ridiculous lie will go to waste.”

There's a flicker of something crossing his face. You can’t tell if it’s annoyance or just habit.

Hard to tell with him.

“I’m serious, man. You can’t just sit there and expect her to carry the whole illusion.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

Okay. So he can speak like a regular human being.

Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s grumble, tossing something else at him in reply.

“Alright, since I’m here, I’ll take the liberty of giving you a home tour.” Taehyung's already standing up as he speaks.

You playfully roll your eyes before following him. Taehyung leads you past an open kitchen. The walls are decked muted tones, dark oak, matte blacks, soft lighting. Eventually, you stop before a door near the end of the hall. He pushes it open and steps aside, letting you in.

“This,” he announces with a dramatic flair, “is where you’ll be staying.”

As Taehyung steps in behind you, you turn towards him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “He’s not… actually a serial killer, right?”

Taehyung snorts, “Unfortunately, no.”

“He hasn’t said five whole words since I got here.”

“He’s just… selectively spoken.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He laughs. “He’s just like that Y/n, give him some time.”

You shake your head, glancing around the room again.

Warm sunlight filters in through floor-length beige curtains. At least, you're glad these aren't black too. There’s a queen-sized bed with clean white sheets. A cozy chair tucked in the corner by the window.

Subtle accents, ambient lighting, polished hardwood floors. Everything is immaculate. For a guest room, it’s insane.

After taking one last look around your new room, wrapping your mind around the fact that this would be your temporary living space, you follow Taehyung back out into the hallway.

Jungkook was on the floor near the couch now, one knee bent lazily as he fed something to Bam. The dog leans into his touch, eyes halfway shut as Jungkook scratches behind his ear.

There's something oddly domestic about it that makes you pause for a bit.

“Wait,” Taehyung turns to Jungkook. “Don’t you have your family dinners on sundays?”

Jungkook’s hums, eyes lifting lazily.

“Well, why don’t you introduce Y/N tonight?”

Your head snaps towards Taehyung, and you instinctively glance at Jungkook, expecting him to maybe push it to next week.

“If she’s free.”

If she's free.

Your laundry’s done. You've graded the remaining sheets. Also planned tomorrow's schedule before arriving here.

So yes, technically, you’re free.

But. Tonight?

You try keeping your expression neutral even as a mini internal spiral takes place. Because apparently, your debut as a fake fiancee might be happening in just a few hours. Over dinner. With his entire family.

Your wardrobe looks like it exploded.

There’s a green dress hanging halfway off your mirror. A blouse crumpled on the floor. Your favorite wide-leg trousers you wore once to a conference, now flung on the bed. And still- you’re standing there, staring blankly at the mess like it's all somehow going to organize itself and whisper the right choice to you.

Because, what the hell are you even supposed to wear to meet your fake fiance’s family?

Scratch that.

Insanely attractive, billionaire fake fiancee.

You exhale, knuckles brushing the edge of a black dress. Maybe this one.

According to Taehyung, tonight actually worked out perfectly. With almost two weeks left before the New Year, it would be the right time to tell the family now, have the marriage registered right after the holidays. The contract would then run cleanly for a year. A full, tidy timeline.

Right. Clean and simple. Just pretend for an entire year that you’re married to a man who’s given you less warmth than the weather outside.

How did this escalate so fast?

Just a few days ago, you were walking around campus with your usual schedule, grading papers and planning lectures while sipping mediocre coffee in the university breakroom. A week ago, your biggest stress was grading three dozen barely legible midterm papers.

Now, here you are. Choosing an outfit for dinner with your to-be fake in-laws.

Fake in-laws.

You close your eyes for a second groaning lightly into your hands.

Taehyung had dropped you home from Jungkook’s place. After the world’s most formal fake-marriage negotiation. You'd barely buckled your seatbelt before letting out a dramatic sigh, “What have you gotten me into?”

He had only laughed, because of course he had. “Come on. Just think of it as something fun. You needed a little crazy beside your professor routine anyway.”

Fun.

Insane, as well.

You’d scoffed. “Taehyung, I have to meet his parents tonight already. What am I even supposed to wear to something like this?”

“It’s just a casual family dinner. Don't stress, it's nothing fancy. Just be yourself,” he’d grinned. “Go for a simple dress? Something nice. You always dress well anyway.”

Easy for him to say.

He wasn’t the one about to have a fake introduction as someone’s future daughter-in-law.

And just as he'd pulled up to your apartment, you’d leaned over, reminding him to send you the address before dinner.

But instead of reaching for his phone, he’d grinned.

“Oh, you don’t need it. Jungkook’s picking you up.”

“Wha—”

Before you could fully process that horrifying detail, he was already waving and speeding off.

So now… here you were.

Standing in your bedroom.

Worried about not only trying to figure out how to walk into his family dinner and pretend like you belonged, but also spiraling over the fact that Jeon Jungkook himself would be coming to pick you up.

You glance at the clock again.

Two and a half hours left.

You sink down on the edge of your bed, running a hand through your hair as your gaze drifts over the fabric chaos you’d created.

Your thoughts somehow flicker uninvited, back to Jungkook.

All jawline and unreadable eyes. The man hadn’t cracked a smile once. You weren’t sure if he was allergic to expression or just emotionally defunct. Either way, he seems too boring having to share a house with. Plus, his acting skills were highly questionable.

You don’t even finish the thought, falling backward onto your mattress, arms flung out dramatically.

The ceiling stares back at you.

You stare back.

This was your life now. Lying to a family. Pretending to love a man who looks like he couldn’t even pretend to like a good sandwich.

You close your eyes. Maybe you were going to hell for this. But you’d also be getting paid.

And get to live in a goddamn penthouse. So really, who were you to complain?

You sit up reaching for the dress, holding it to your body in the mirror. It's cute. Sophisticated as well. Alright.

A few hours pass by while you move around your apartment in distracted circles, telling yourself you're not counting the minutes- but of course you are.

You'd debated about texting Taehyung to fake an emergency. Debated just not going at all.

You eventually drag yourself to your vanity.

It’s already close to 8:30.

You step into the black ankle-length dress you’d picked out earlier. You keep your makeup soft and minimal, while slipping on a pair of delicate pearl studs. A hint of warmth on your cheeks and a subtle gloss.

You stare at your reflection.

Almost done.

It was nearing nine. That’s when you’d agreed to leave.

And yet… no word from Jungkook. No heads-up.

You side-eye your phone on the dresser.

Taehyung had given you his number. But you weren’t about to text him first. He was the one picking you up, after all. It was basic courtesy to inform someone you were about to arrive, right?

You check the time.

8:52 PM.

You huff, turning back to your dresser to spritz some perfume, when your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: I’m outside.

You stare.

That’s it?

You scoff under your breath. This man.

Nothing remotely resembling human decency. Just a dry little notification that, frankly, would've had you blocking him on instinct if you didn’t already save his name.

You grab your phone, typing out a reply.

You: coming.

With one last breath to gather yourself, you slip into your heels before locking the door behind you, stepping into the elevator.

As the doors slide open to the lobby, your eyes immediately land on a sleek black Mercedes parked just outside the building. Polished to near mirror-gloss with dark-tinted windows.

You didn’t see Jungkook, but you didn’t need to. Of course this was his.

You walk towards it, reaching for the passenger-side door, offering a polite, “Hey.” Your gaze shoots up to his well-tailored button-down. He's wearing black too.

“Oh, we match.” you say, slipping into the seat and shutting the door behind you. “We already look halfway to power couple.” You let out a light laugh. Then, for emphasis, laugh again.

Jungkook doesn't.

Your smile falters. You look ahead again, internally cringing. God forbid the man even fake a chuckle.

You shift slightly in your seat, eyes flicking sideways to him as the car starts moving.

God. He smelled good. His sleeves were pushed to his forearms, enough to reveal the intricate ink that curled along his skin. The fucking tattoos-

No. Focus.

“So,” you say, “just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“We met through Taehyung.. And we’ve been dating for over a year? right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure your family won’t ask more?”

“Hm.”

Right. So full of words, wasn’t he?

You tilt your head, “We should add something more... don’t you think? more believable for everyone to buy?”

He doesn’t answer, so you keep going.

“How about…,” you offer with some thinking, “you met me at Taehyung’s house party. Saw me from across the room. And fell head over heels for me. Couldn’t stop thinking about me since.”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong frown.

You turn to him with an expectant smile at your suggestion.

“No.”

You lean back in your seat, muttering more to yourself than to him, “Well, it’s definitely not me who would’ve fallen first so...”

He exhales through his nose, “My family won’t ask for that much detail. Just acting is enough.”

“Alight,” you hum, looking out of the windows.

Silence settles for a beat, before you glance at him again. “Okay, just out of curiosity. Do you have any secret escape doors in the house?”

He frowns.

You raise a brow innocently. “I’m just saying, I don’t trust your acting skills yet. So in case your family catches on and decides to throw me out, so I'd really like to know if I have the chance to sneak out or something.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek, clearly holding back a response, most likely irritation.

Okay, you need to stop. In your defense it was a fair warning to keep his acting in check.

A few more minutes pass, while you stare out the window, watching the city lights melt into quieter streets. While also with the thought that you don't get it how he was so… calm? without even a hint of nerves.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you ask, turning your face towards him again. “I mean… you’re about to lie to your family about something pretty huge.”

He just stares ahead, gaze fixed on the road like you hadn’t even spoken.

Wow.

“You seem like you’ve done this many times before.” You let out a tiny scoff as you lean back crossing your arms.

Jungkook finally gives a short flick of his head throwing you a look.

Your eyes widen slightly before you snap your gaze back to the road ahead. You fold your hands in your lap, lips pressing together to stop yourself from speaking again.

You didn’t say a word for the next ten minutes. Thankfully. And Jungkook, as expected seems perfectly content with the quiet.

The car slows. And comes the Jeon house view. House was an understatement, though. It was more like an estate. Tall gates, sleek modern architecture, wide windows framed in black steel.

Jungkook pulls into the wide driveway and parks near the front entrance before unbuckling his seatbelt, then waits.

Right. You blink, quickly gathering your purse and stepping out of the car.

Jungkook steps out from his side a second later, walking around the car and heading towards the entrance.

You watch him go for a second, but somehow you stand frozen as your thoughts swirl with growing absurdity. What if his parents can smell the lie the moment they see you? Worst case scenario: what if someone actually throws wine on your face?

“Do you plan on standing there all night?”

You jolt upright, eyes snapping to meet his. Shit. He’s standing halfway to the entrance, hands in his pockets, eyebrow barely raised.

You hurry forward to catch up, adjusting your pace so you don’t trip on the pavement. “Sorry,” you mutter, sarcasm lacing your tone, as you reach his side. “I can't really match your level of calm.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not that you expected anything. You follow him up the smooth stone path that led to the double doors. Jungkook stops just as you reach the base of the entrance steps, pressing his thumb against a sleek glass panel beside the door. A soft beep follows, and the lock clicks open.

He glances at you, then down briefly. You pause beside him, looking up. He lifts one arm slightly, wordlessly. You're confused at first, but then it clicks.

Couple.

He's getting into the act. Good.

You step closer, gently looping your hand around his arm. Your fingers curl ever so slightly around the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his sleeve and Oh my god.

What the hell does he lift—Buildings?

You clear your throat softly.

Jungkook glances at you once more, before you both enter.

The house is stunning.

Your heels tap softly against the marble floors. Your eyes instinctively scan the space, sweeping over elegant wood accents, a curved staircase spiraling down one side. The ceilings stretch high above with a massive chandelier. The lighting is soft and ambient. Clean walls adorned with modern abstract art in rich tones. You bet each of the pieces cost more than your monthly rent.

“Rae, come down in five minutes, okay?”

You turn at the voice, just as a figure begins to descend the staircase.

Harin. You recognize her instantly. From the photo Taehyung had shown you. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.

She’s even gorgeous in person. Tall, elegant, wrapped in a soft mauve blouse tucked into tailored trousers. Her hair is dark, swept into a low bun with loose strands framing her face. She moves with the kind of graceful ease that makes you immediately conscious of your own posture.

Her eyes meet yours for just a second before flicking to Jungkook.

And there's an audible gasp.

“I seriously thought you were lying that day,” she says breathlessly, her voice landing on Jungkook with something between disbelief and awe.

“Oh!, I’m so sorry—hi!” She walks over briskly, offering her hand to you with a warm smile. “I’m Harin. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.”

You shake her hand gently, offering a soft smile and introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. I'm Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Such a lovely name,” she says, still eyeing the both of you, her tone rising with excitement.

“I can't believe he'd been hiding someone all this time,” she continues, throwing a teasing tone towards Jungkook.

You laugh softly, not knowing how to respond, but finding her energy contagious.

You glance sideways at him. He hasn’t said a word. His expression hasn’t changed much. But there's something almost imperceptible in the way his brow twitches.

“Anyways, come on. Everyone’s inside. I can’t wait to see their faces.” She giggles softly.

You offer a small smile. Harin’s warmth helps soothe some of the nervous energy that had been buzzing in your chest since the car ride.

There's a long hallway extended from the foyer, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear some low indistinct chatter along with soft laughter. Your eyes drift ahead to one door, further down and slightly ajar, glowed golden under the ambient lighting. The dining room, most likely. You just follow Jungkook's lead, matching your steps to his.

“Look who’s here,” Harin calls, unable to hide her glee.

Her reaction causes everyone else at the table to pause. All eyes turning towards you and Jungkook, standing just inside the doorway.

Your grip tightens slightly on his arm before you remind yourself to let go.

Jungkook’s father is the first person you notice. Suited, with a glass of red wine in hand. He’d been talking to another man who you now realize is Seojun, Jungkook’s older brother. Jungkook’s mother sits near the center of the table, when she notices you, eyes going sightly wide.

“Omo!” A delighted voice rises from beside her.

A woman in a lavender hanbok stands up, her silver hair swept into an elegant twist. She walks toward you with graceful steps, smile blooming wide across her face.

There's no doubt guessing her. Jungkook’s grandmother.

“You were hiding such a beautiful girl from us all this time?” she says, eyes twinkling as they take you in.

You bow respectfully, offering a genuine smile.

She beams, placing one hand on your arm, “Aigoo,” she murmurs, half to herself. “She’s so pretty.”

Your cheeks warm at that. “Thank you, halmeoni.”

Her eyes soften further.

Stepping forward, you offer a bow to the rest of the family, feeling the pressure of every gaze on you as you do.

Jungkook finally speaks beside you.

“This is Y/N.”

A pause.

“My girlfriend.”

You lift your head slowly.

His mother stands next. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, moving towards you with a bright smile. “Welcome.”

“Thank you so much. It’s so nice to see everyone.”

“Oh, come on,” she waves softly, “We probably wouldn’t have even met you if I hadn’t brought up the idea of arranging his marriage.”

A chuckle travels down the table.

His father nods politely. “Glad you could join us.”

You offer one more round of polite bows.

“Come, sit,” his mother gestures toward the table. “Let's start with the dinner.”

You murmur a quiet thank you and follow Jungkook as he leads you towards the two empty seats in the middle of the table.

“They’re even twinning, do you see?” Harin giggles, whispering to her husband. Seojun stifles a laugh, murmuring something back.

Jungkook pulls out your chair first, surprising you, and then takes the seat beside you. You sit there, hands folded politely in your lap, stealing a glance at the man beside you as he pours himself a drink.

“Well, how long have you guys been together?” Seojun directs the question at you, clearly curious.

“It’s been... over a year now,” you say, keeping your voice gentle.

“Over a year!?” Halmeoni bursts out. “Jungkook-ah! We’ve been worrying ourselves sick that you’d never find someone and you’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend for so long?”

“Tch what did you expect from him?” Seojun clicks his tongue with a soft chuckle. “He’s an expert at hiding things.”

Jungkook merely takes a sip of his wine, not bothering to make a comment.

Great. This is it. Jungkook’s complete lack of effort is going to get you both exposed and they’ll all realize you're a fraud. You smile tightly while internally rehearsing your apology in case someone confronts you.

“How did you two meet?” Harin’s voice cuts through the tension with genuine curiosity. And you feel all eyes on you again, feeling the spotlight on you.

Jungkook answers first, “Through Taehyung.”

His mother lets out a small ‘ahh.’ “Even Taehyung hid this from us, that boy…,” she mutters, shaking her head with a small smile. “Leave it, we’re just glad you have someone, Jungkook-ah. We were starting to think you wouldn't ever want to get married at all.”

Everyone laughs softly in agreement.

Judging by his family’s reactions, it seems they’re genuinely relieved to believe he’s finally letting someone in. You almost scoff. Yeah. No wonder they’re shocked. Who would willingly sign up to commit to a walking statue? A Greek statue, but whatever.

“Tell us more, Y/N! How did it all happen?” Harin jumps in again. Her words are joined by small murmurs of agreement from others around the table.

You glance instinctively at Jungkook. His fingers tighten slightly around the stem of his glass, and he throws you a brief glance. You gave up the thought to map out the details of the lie after he'd assured you that his family wouldn’t prod.

But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

So you swallow, blurting out the first thing that comes to you before they notice something off.

“We... met at Taehyung’s house party for the first time,” you say quickly. “He um... spilled his drink on me by accident. Then he apologized, and we ended up talking... and sort of clicked. Things just... happened from there.”

Jungkook’s hand momentarily pauses mid-motion with the spoon, while you force out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s such a rom-com moment,” Harin finally speaks.

The others join in with soft chuckles, the atmosphere easing around you. You let out a quiet exhale, your own laugh joining theirs, though your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Jungkook's eyes flick towards you for a fraction of a second and you give him an awkward smile on reflex.

After the initial curiosity over your relationship with Jungkook, the focus shifts more naturally towards you. Jungkook’s father asks about your profession, clearly impressed when you speak about your role at the university. His mother follows up with gentle questions about your background. You share just enough, choosing your words carefully but never feeling interrogated.

Throughout the conversation, everyone is surprisingly involved and kind.

Jungkook, on the other hand, remains mostly quiet, answering a few things when necessary. He adds small details to what you share. Nevertheless, everyone seems to be used to his minimalism.

Seojun cracks a few jokes at Jungkook’s expense, about how surprising it is to see him actually bring someone home. Even you chuckle, trying to play along as naturally as possible.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if Jungkook’s disinterest in marriage isn’t just about buying time, but about avoiding the idea entirely. Still, seeing how genuinely happy his family is now, you can understand why he agreed to all this in the first place.

Jungkook’s grandmother especially keeps the atmosphere warm, asking small questions about your life, making sure you tried all her favorite dishes, offering you seconds.

However, you can tell that this family, despite the wealth, the status, the formality of the home, there’s something deeply warm and close about them all.

A little while in, Rae finally comes down to join, settling beside her mother. She smiles shyly at you at first, but warms up quickly after a few exchanged words, and just like that, you feel another wall fall away.

As the evening wears on, your nerves begin to ease. You find yourself smiling more easily, laughing without thinking twice. The warmth is oddly comforting.

By the time the conversation circles back toward the two of you, the air has softened entirely.

“So, have you two given any thought to marriage?” His mother glances between you and Jungkook.

You smile, heart hammering faintly as you glance at Jungkook briefly before answering, “We hadn’t really been thinking about it before… but now, it feels like the right time.”

Jungkook nods once beside you, and that’s all it takes. The table lights up with happy responses and smiles.

After the dinner, everyone scatters comfortably across plush couches and armchairs in the living room. You sit beside Harin, engaged in light chatter. Meanwhile, Jungkook speaks to his brother nearby.

Jungkook’s mother gently raises her voice, drawing everyone's attention. “Alright, now that we’ve had a wonderful dinner and all properly met Y/N,” she says, her gaze affectionate as it falls on you both, “I think it’s time we talk about the wedding.”

“There hasn’t been a Jeon wedding in so long,” Harin adds with excitement.

“Yeah, there’s so much to plan — the venue, the guest list, outfits —”

“We’ve decided on a court marriage.”

Jungkook interrupts with a calm voice.

“A court marriage?,” Jungkook's father voice fills.

“Trust Jungkook to go for the most minimal option possible.” Seojun chuckles under his breath.

Jungkook’s gaze flicks to yours, “We both prefer it.”

You nod gently, adding, “Yes. We’d like to keep it simple.”

“Well,” his mother's smile returning softer now, “if that’s what you both want, that’s what matters most.”

Everyone agrees with the decision. Plans or no plans, everyone seemed simply happy that Jungkook wasn’t alone anymore. That he had someone beside him.

And that makes a small flicker of guilt beneath the smile you wear. Because only you both knew how temporary that truth really was.

As the night comes to an end, Rae asks if you’ll come visit again. You just smile and say you'd love to. Harin gives you a warm hug, promising to meet up soon, while Seojun playfully teases Jungkook about something.

You turn to Jungkook’s parents next, offering them both a respectful bow and politely addressing them by their surnames. She immediately waves it off with a cheerful laugh, telling you you'd be calling her Mom soon anyway. The hall echoes with a few soft laughs at her remark. Jungkook's grandmother cups your hands in hers, asking you to visit again soon.

Jungkook keeps close by, exchanging brief words with a few family members, before gently ushering you towards the door when it's time to leave.

“Can you believe it?” you turn to Jungkook as soon as the car door clicks shut behind you, and he pulls away from the Jeon estate.

You shake your head in disbelief, murmuring to yourself, “I really thought someone was going to call us out.”

Jungkook's eyes were on the road ahead.

"But I was pretty good, right? Though you haven’t seen my full range yet.”

His eyes flick sideways to you before focusing back on the road.

“But you were... kinda believable too” you nod sagely.

For a fake couple, you two made a pretty decent team. You hum thinking to yourself.

The ride continues as the city blurs past in amber streetlights. Occasionally, your eyes drift to his hand relaxed on the wheel. Despite the ease in his posture, you catch the faint furrow between his brows.

Soon enough, Jungkook pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Well" you offer, attempting a smile, “see you… at court?”

Jungkook stares at you unblinking.

“Cool. Goodnight.” You clear your throat, turning on your heel quickly, not waiting for a reply. You should stop with this really.

Jungkook's penthouse is dark when he steps inside.

Shirt halfway unbuttoned by the time he reaches the bar. Pouring himself a drink and gulping it all at once. The whiskey burns down his throat the way he likes it.

It should’ve felt like a win. The plan worked. His family bought it. He did what he was supposed to do.

But the bitterness that settles at the back of his throat has nothing to do with the alcohol.

A girlfriend.

After all this time.

Jeon Jungkook was finally normal.

He scoffs to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Was he failing at life just because he wasn’t dating someone? Everyone acted like being with someone made him better. It shouldn’t bother him. He’s used to people misunderstanding his solitude. But tonight, it grated more than usual.

Was the mere fact that he had someone beside him made him more complete? More worthy of praise? Like he’d finally caught up with the rest of the world.

His jaw clenches at the thought. Is this the most miraculous thing he could’ve achieved.

A relationship. A woman beside him.

And the said relationship they were celebrating didn’t even exist.

A bitter scoff escapes him.

And now?

Now he had to live with it.

He pours another drink but doesn’t take a sip this time, only stares at the liquid.

His brain had envisioned someone quieter — especially if the said someone were supposed to be a professor. Someone who only spoke when necessary. Someone who respected silence, like he did.

Instead, he got you.

You were just someone he’d pulled into this mess for convenience. You’d barely known him and yet you still managed to walk into his house and make everyone feel like you belonged there more than he did.

Also someone who, so far, talked too much, made up a half-baked lie, and somehow made it worse — like that ridiculous drink-spilling story you told in front of his entire family.

He rubs the bridge of his nose.

Who the hell spills a drink at a house party and falls in love over it?

You, apparently.

And somehow it worked. His family had bought every word of your chaotic last-minute story.

He stares at the city lights outside his window. Seoul glimmered beneath him, but his mind was elsewhere.

He signed up for this.

One year, he reminds himself.

That’s it.

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Yours for a year - JJK

Episode 1

One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Pairing - Ceo!Jungkook x Reader

Genre - fake/contract marriage au, grumpy x sunshine, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut (eventual)

Warnings - mentions of drinking, bad attempts at humour😔, inner monologues

Wc - 6.3k words

a/n - I’ve written, scrapped, rewritten and scrapped again- this chapter like three times before finally settling on this version. so yeah.. I’m really nervous putting it out. also apologising beforehand because updates for this series would be slow🙂🙏

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Your Sundays are usually simple. Comfortably uneventful, to say.

Some weeks, you sleep in until noon and stay in bed watching movies. Other times, you tidy up the apartment, fold laundry in mismatched pajamas or hum along to a half-finished playlist while grading assignments.

However, none of that exists today.

Because today, you find yourself standing outside a CEO’s house. The house looms in front of you, tall and tastefully modern. So sleek and aesthetic it instinctively makes you straighten your posture for no reason.

The air was tinged with the clean scent of winter, and the sky was a soft grey. A delicate layer of snow clung to the sidewalks and rooftops.

Your breath fogged in front of you as you walked. The street was quiet, and the whole area had the kind of calm that made you feel like your heels were too loud.

You’d said yes to Taehyung’s logic-defying idea of fake marrying his best friend. Because, as Taehyung so kindly pointed out, “It’s what a logical person would do.” And apparently, you were a logical person.

He’d texted you a couple of days later.

Tae🥂 : He said Sunday works!! Better to meet at his place. No chance of someone eavesdropping yk.. I'LL BE THERE TOO so chill

Tae 🥂: He doesn’t bite

Tae🥂 : Usually

Yeah. Soothing words, truly.

The gate is already open.

Your heels click softly against the stone as you walk up the short path to the front door. The air feels still.

And everything feels a little too perfect.

You stop just before the door, catching your reflection in the glass panel.

What do you even call him?

Mr. Jeon? That sounds like you’re interviewing for a job.

Jungkook? That feels... wrong. You’ve never even spoken to him. He’s Taehyung’s best friend, sure, but also a literal CEO.

Maybe just wait for him to say something first. And then copy his vibe. Right.

Deep breath.

No weird jokes. Don’t say anything stupid. And most importantly, don’t knock over something expensive.

You got this. Just a casual meeting with your to-be-fake billionaire husband.

Totally chill.

Also… Taehyung’s inside. He said he’d be here. So, it's not like you’re walking into this alone.

You press the doorbell.

A few quiet seconds pass. Then, the door clicks open.

And you’re greeted by…

a chest.

A very tall and very defined chest.

White cotton stretched over hard lines. Your eyes travel up, past the subtle tattoos peeking from under the sleeves to the edge of one tattoo peeking out beneath the neckline, to a sharp jaw. And lots of.. piercings.

Eyebrow.

Lip.

Earring.

Woa.

Your brain definitely needs time to load such high-definition visuals.

His eyes catch yours.

Dark brown eyes.

You feel rooted to the spot, unsure if you're blinking too fast or not at all. Maybe you're staring long enough that he starts to part his lips, maybe to say something or maybe to ask why you’re frozen like an idiot— when a voice from inside calls your name.

“Y/N!”

Your attention snaps immediately.

Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes flick back briefly before he steps aside, giving you room to enter. One hand still tucked lazily in the pocket of his grey sweats, the other letting the door drift wider open.

You mumble a greeting, swallowing down whatever tangled string of embarrassment you're feeling and step inside, before slipping off your heels with more grace than you feel.

Jungkook's presence lingers behind you for a beat before he moves ahead, walking past you and into the living room.

You follow, eyes instinctively scanning the space as you go.

Everything inside is muted and minimal. Stylish in a distinctly masculine way. Cool-toned furniture. Statement lighting. Black.

More black.

A touch of grey.

Then another black.

It’s elegant, sure, but feels a little too serious.

And too dark for your liking.

Your gaze drifts to Taehyung, sprawled on the couch with one arm petting-

a dog?

Is this Jungkook’s dog? Taehyung didn't mention any dog. If you'd known there was a dog involved, you would’ve agreed to this whole fake marriage thing for free.

“Bamie’s been waiting to meet you.” Taehyung grins.

You make your way over, crouching beside the dog as he sniffs your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you coo, running a hand gently over his head. “You’re so handsome, look at you..”

Taehyung chuckles behind you as you grin, beaming as Bam noses into your palm.

“Bam, meet your soon-to-be mom.”

Jungkook throws Taehyung a look over his shoulder, which you don't catch.

But you definitely do throw Taehyung a look of your own with a pointed glare.

He laughs. “Fake mom. Chill.”

Taehyung pushes off the couch as he gestures between you and the man standing by the massive windows.

“Alright. Jungkook, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Jungkook. My best friend since… I don’t even remember anymore.”

You let out a small laugh, glancing over toward where Jungkook stands.

He’s still by the windows, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweats.

The scene is somehow borderline intimidating to say the least.

You, meanwhile, are still kneeling on the floor in front of his dog.

You offer a small nod with a smile.

“Hi.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t shift much, but he dips his head in acknowledgment.

“So,” Taehyung begins, shifting to face you both, “now that both of our fake couple candidates are here.. shall we proceed on the plan of the decade.”

You give him a flat look as you lower yourself onto the couch, smoothing your hands down on your jeans. Bam lets out a soft huff, resting his head on your thigh, while you gently pet his head.

Jungkook had taken up the space near the window, arms folded as a soft breeze filters through the partially open pane behind him. He looks like he’s either completely uninterested or just painfully used to Taehyung’s flair.

Probably both.

Taehyung leans down to grab something from the coffee table.

“Please admire how our beloved Mr. Jeon took the liberty of making an actual contract for your fake marriage,” his tone dipping into amusement as he passes you a slim folder.

You open the folder. There's clean formatting with signature lines at the bottom. It reads like a business document. Because to Jungkook, that’s what this is.

Peak CEO behavior.

You don’t say anything. But it confirms what you already suspected—he’s the type who treats everything with the clinical precision of a quarterly report.

You glance at Jungkook again, unable to help yourself. His jaw is set in an annoyingly sculpted kind of sharp. There’s a faint muscle working near his temple. But otherwise, he doesn’t move.

Taehyung goes on to speak, flipping casually between joking and informative like it’s second nature.

The gist of it was simple enough. You and Jungkook just had to tell his family that you'd decided on a quiet court marriage. Which would be easier for handling the fake documentation. He’d handle the paperworks. Well, perks of having a best friend who also happened to be a lawyer.

All you and Jungkook had to do was pretend to be believably in love.

You tried to focus while Taehyung laid it out. One year would be long enough to make it convincing. After that, a clean break. Just a perfectly executed performance that would buy Jungkook time, keep his parents from prying, and somehow benefit everyone involved.

It sounded simple when Taehyung said it.

Easy, in theory.

But how are you exactly supposed to pretend to be married to someone who communicates through silence and jaw tension?

Because that’s certainly what he’s doing now.

Jungkook hadn’t contributed much. Or anything, really. Hadn’t even looked like he was listening.

He was just… there.

You nod along. Tried to mentally log the details of what you were signing up for. Taehyung shows you pictures of Jungkook’s family members, so you'd recognize them when the time comes.

Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that you seemed more emotionally involved in this fake marriage than the man who needed it.

“And for that,” Taehyung adds, turning to his best friend with a pointed look, “you actually need to act, Jeon. Otherwise, my entire genius plan to save your ridiculous lie will go to waste.”

There's a flicker of something crossing his face. You can’t tell if it’s annoyance or just habit.

Hard to tell with him.

“I’m serious, man. You can’t just sit there and expect her to carry the whole illusion.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

Okay. So he can speak like a regular human being.

Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s grumble, tossing something else at him in reply.

“Alright, since I’m here, I’ll take the liberty of giving you a home tour.” Taehyung's already standing up as he speaks.

You playfully roll your eyes before following him. Taehyung leads you past an open kitchen. The walls are decked muted tones, dark oak, matte blacks, soft lighting. Eventually, you stop before a door near the end of the hall. He pushes it open and steps aside, letting you in.

“This,” he announces with a dramatic flair, “is where you’ll be staying.”

As Taehyung steps in behind you, you turn towards him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “He’s not… actually a serial killer, right?”

Taehyung snorts, “Unfortunately, no.”

“He hasn’t said five whole words since I got here.”

“He’s just… selectively spoken.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He laughs. “He’s just like that Y/n, give him some time.”

You shake your head, glancing around the room again.

Warm sunlight filters in through floor-length beige curtains. At least, you're glad these aren't black too. There’s a queen-sized bed with clean white sheets. A cozy chair tucked in the corner by the window.

Subtle accents, ambient lighting, polished hardwood floors. Everything is immaculate. For a guest room, it’s insane.

After taking one last look around your new room, wrapping your mind around the fact that this would be your temporary living space, you follow Taehyung back out into the hallway.

Jungkook was on the floor near the couch now, one knee bent lazily as he fed something to Bam. The dog leans into his touch, eyes halfway shut as Jungkook scratches behind his ear.

There's something oddly domestic about it that makes you pause for a bit.

“Wait,” Taehyung turns to Jungkook. “Don’t you have your family dinners on sundays?”

Jungkook’s hums, eyes lifting lazily.

“Well, why don’t you introduce Y/N tonight?”

Your head snaps towards Taehyung, and you instinctively glance at Jungkook, expecting him to maybe push it to next week.

“If she’s free.”

If she's free.

Your laundry’s done. You've graded the remaining sheets. Also planned tomorrow's schedule before arriving here.

So yes, technically, you’re free.

But. Tonight?

You try keeping your expression neutral even as a mini internal spiral takes place. Because apparently, your debut as a fake fiancee might be happening in just a few hours. Over dinner. With his entire family.

Your wardrobe looks like it exploded.

There’s a green dress hanging halfway off your mirror. A blouse crumpled on the floor. Your favorite wide-leg trousers you wore once to a conference, now flung on the bed. And still- you’re standing there, staring blankly at the mess like it's all somehow going to organize itself and whisper the right choice to you.

Because, what the hell are you even supposed to wear to meet your fake fiance’s family?

Scratch that.

Insanely attractive, billionaire fake fiancee.

You exhale, knuckles brushing the edge of a black dress. Maybe this one.

According to Taehyung, tonight actually worked out perfectly. With almost two weeks left before the New Year, it would be the right time to tell the family now, have the marriage registered right after the holidays. The contract would then run cleanly for a year. A full, tidy timeline.

Right. Clean and simple. Just pretend for an entire year that you’re married to a man who’s given you less warmth than the weather outside.

How did this escalate so fast?

Just a few days ago, you were walking around campus with your usual schedule, grading papers and planning lectures while sipping mediocre coffee in the university breakroom. A week ago, your biggest stress was grading three dozen barely legible midterm papers.

Now, here you are. Choosing an outfit for dinner with your to-be fake in-laws.

Fake in-laws.

You close your eyes for a second groaning lightly into your hands.

Taehyung had dropped you home from Jungkook’s place. After the world’s most formal fake-marriage negotiation. You'd barely buckled your seatbelt before letting out a dramatic sigh, “What have you gotten me into?”

He had only laughed, because of course he had. “Come on. Just think of it as something fun. You needed a little crazy beside your professor routine anyway.”

Fun.

Insane, as well.

You’d scoffed. “Taehyung, I have to meet his parents tonight already. What am I even supposed to wear to something like this?”

“It’s just a casual family dinner. Don't stress, it's nothing fancy. Just be yourself,” he’d grinned. “Go for a simple dress? Something nice. You always dress well anyway.”

Easy for him to say.

He wasn’t the one about to have a fake introduction as someone’s future daughter-in-law.

And just as he'd pulled up to your apartment, you’d leaned over, reminding him to send you the address before dinner.

But instead of reaching for his phone, he’d grinned.

“Oh, you don’t need it. Jungkook’s picking you up.”

“Wha—”

Before you could fully process that horrifying detail, he was already waving and speeding off.

So now… here you were.

Standing in your bedroom.

Worried about not only trying to figure out how to walk into his family dinner and pretend like you belonged, but also spiraling over the fact that Jeon Jungkook himself would be coming to pick you up.

You glance at the clock again.

Two and a half hours left.

You sink down on the edge of your bed, running a hand through your hair as your gaze drifts over the fabric chaos you’d created.

Your thoughts somehow flicker uninvited, back to Jungkook.

All jawline and unreadable eyes. The man hadn’t cracked a smile once. You weren’t sure if he was allergic to expression or just emotionally defunct. Either way, he seems too boring having to share a house with. Plus, his acting skills were highly questionable.

You don’t even finish the thought, falling backward onto your mattress, arms flung out dramatically.

The ceiling stares back at you.

You stare back.

This was your life now. Lying to a family. Pretending to love a man who looks like he couldn’t even pretend to like a good sandwich.

You close your eyes. Maybe you were going to hell for this. But you’d also be getting paid.

And get to live in a goddamn penthouse. So really, who were you to complain?

You sit up reaching for the dress, holding it to your body in the mirror. It's cute. Sophisticated as well. Alright.

A few hours pass by while you move around your apartment in distracted circles, telling yourself you're not counting the minutes- but of course you are.

You'd debated about texting Taehyung to fake an emergency. Debated just not going at all.

You eventually drag yourself to your vanity.

It’s already close to 8:30.

You step into the black ankle-length dress you’d picked out earlier. You keep your makeup soft and minimal, while slipping on a pair of delicate pearl studs. A hint of warmth on your cheeks and a subtle gloss.

You stare at your reflection.

Almost done.

It was nearing nine. That’s when you’d agreed to leave.

And yet… no word from Jungkook. No heads-up.

You side-eye your phone on the dresser.

Taehyung had given you his number. But you weren’t about to text him first. He was the one picking you up, after all. It was basic courtesy to inform someone you were about to arrive, right?

You check the time.

8:52 PM.

You huff, turning back to your dresser to spritz some perfume, when your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: I’m outside.

You stare.

That’s it?

You scoff under your breath. This man.

Nothing remotely resembling human decency. Just a dry little notification that, frankly, would've had you blocking him on instinct if you didn’t already save his name.

You grab your phone, typing out a reply.

You: coming.

With one last breath to gather yourself, you slip into your heels before locking the door behind you, stepping into the elevator.

As the doors slide open to the lobby, your eyes immediately land on a sleek black Mercedes parked just outside the building. Polished to near mirror-gloss with dark-tinted windows.

You didn’t see Jungkook, but you didn’t need to. Of course this was his.

You walk towards it, reaching for the passenger-side door, offering a polite, “Hey.” Your gaze shoots up to his well-tailored button-down. He's wearing black too.

“Oh, we match.” you say, slipping into the seat and shutting the door behind you. “We already look halfway to power couple.” You let out a light laugh. Then, for emphasis, laugh again.

Jungkook doesn't.

Your smile falters. You look ahead again, internally cringing. God forbid the man even fake a chuckle.

You shift slightly in your seat, eyes flicking sideways to him as the car starts moving.

God. He smelled good. His sleeves were pushed to his forearms, enough to reveal the intricate ink that curled along his skin. The fucking tattoos-

No. Focus.

“So,” you say, “just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“We met through Taehyung.. And we’ve been dating for over a year? right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure your family won’t ask more?”

“Hm.”

Right. So full of words, wasn’t he?

You tilt your head, “We should add something more... don’t you think? more believable for everyone to buy?”

He doesn’t answer, so you keep going.

“How about…,” you offer with some thinking, “you met me at Taehyung’s house party. Saw me from across the room. And fell head over heels for me. Couldn’t stop thinking about me since.”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong frown.

You turn to him with an expectant smile at your suggestion.

“No.”

You lean back in your seat, muttering more to yourself than to him, “Well, it’s definitely not me who would’ve fallen first so...”

He exhales through his nose, “My family won’t ask for that much detail. Just acting is enough.”

“Alight,” you hum, looking out of the windows.

Silence settles for a beat, before you glance at him again. “Okay, just out of curiosity. Do you have any secret escape doors in the house?”

He frowns.

You raise a brow innocently. “I’m just saying, I don’t trust your acting skills yet. So in case your family catches on and decides to throw me out, so I'd really like to know if I have the chance to sneak out or something.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek, clearly holding back a response, most likely irritation.

Okay, you need to stop. In your defense it was a fair warning to keep his acting in check.

A few more minutes pass, while you stare out the window, watching the city lights melt into quieter streets. While also with the thought that you don't get it how he was so… calm? without even a hint of nerves.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you ask, turning your face towards him again. “I mean… you’re about to lie to your family about something pretty huge.”

He just stares ahead, gaze fixed on the road like you hadn’t even spoken.

Wow.

“You seem like you’ve done this many times before.” You let out a tiny scoff as you lean back crossing your arms.

Jungkook finally gives a short flick of his head throwing you a look.

Your eyes widen slightly before you snap your gaze back to the road ahead. You fold your hands in your lap, lips pressing together to stop yourself from speaking again.

You didn’t say a word for the next ten minutes. Thankfully. And Jungkook, as expected seems perfectly content with the quiet.

The car slows. And comes the Jeon house view. House was an understatement, though. It was more like an estate. Tall gates, sleek modern architecture, wide windows framed in black steel.

Jungkook pulls into the wide driveway and parks near the front entrance before unbuckling his seatbelt, then waits.

Right. You blink, quickly gathering your purse and stepping out of the car.

Jungkook steps out from his side a second later, walking around the car and heading towards the entrance.

You watch him go for a second, but somehow you stand frozen as your thoughts swirl with growing absurdity. What if his parents can smell the lie the moment they see you? Worst case scenario: what if someone actually throws wine on your face?

“Do you plan on standing there all night?”

You jolt upright, eyes snapping to meet his. Shit. He’s standing halfway to the entrance, hands in his pockets, eyebrow barely raised.

You hurry forward to catch up, adjusting your pace so you don’t trip on the pavement. “Sorry,” you mutter, sarcasm lacing your tone, as you reach his side. “I can't really match your level of calm.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not that you expected anything. You follow him up the smooth stone path that led to the double doors. Jungkook stops just as you reach the base of the entrance steps, pressing his thumb against a sleek glass panel beside the door. A soft beep follows, and the lock clicks open.

He glances at you, then down briefly. You pause beside him, looking up. He lifts one arm slightly, wordlessly. You're confused at first, but then it clicks.

Couple.

He's getting into the act. Good.

You step closer, gently looping your hand around his arm. Your fingers curl ever so slightly around the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his sleeve and Oh my god.

What the hell does he lift—Buildings?

You clear your throat softly.

Jungkook glances at you once more, before you both enter.

The house is stunning.

Your heels tap softly against the marble floors. Your eyes instinctively scan the space, sweeping over elegant wood accents, a curved staircase spiraling down one side. The ceilings stretch high above with a massive chandelier. The lighting is soft and ambient. Clean walls adorned with modern abstract art in rich tones. You bet each of the pieces cost more than your monthly rent.

“Rae, come down in five minutes, okay?”

You turn at the voice, just as a figure begins to descend the staircase.

Harin. You recognize her instantly. From the photo Taehyung had shown you. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.

She’s even gorgeous in person. Tall, elegant, wrapped in a soft mauve blouse tucked into tailored trousers. Her hair is dark, swept into a low bun with loose strands framing her face. She moves with the kind of graceful ease that makes you immediately conscious of your own posture.

Her eyes meet yours for just a second before flicking to Jungkook.

And there's an audible gasp.

“I seriously thought you were lying that day,” she says breathlessly, her voice landing on Jungkook with something between disbelief and awe.

“Oh!, I’m so sorry—hi!” She walks over briskly, offering her hand to you with a warm smile. “I’m Harin. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.”

You shake her hand gently, offering a soft smile and introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. I'm Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Such a lovely name,” she says, still eyeing the both of you, her tone rising with excitement.

“I can't believe he'd been hiding someone all this time,” she continues, throwing a teasing tone towards Jungkook.

You laugh softly, not knowing how to respond, but finding her energy contagious.

You glance sideways at him. He hasn’t said a word. His expression hasn’t changed much. But there's something almost imperceptible in the way his brow twitches.

“Anyways, come on. Everyone’s inside. I can’t wait to see their faces.” She giggles softly.

You offer a small smile. Harin’s warmth helps soothe some of the nervous energy that had been buzzing in your chest since the car ride.

There's a long hallway extended from the foyer, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear some low indistinct chatter along with soft laughter. Your eyes drift ahead to one door, further down and slightly ajar, glowed golden under the ambient lighting. The dining room, most likely. You just follow Jungkook's lead, matching your steps to his.

“Look who’s here,” Harin calls, unable to hide her glee.

Her reaction causes everyone else at the table to pause. All eyes turning towards you and Jungkook, standing just inside the doorway.

Your grip tightens slightly on his arm before you remind yourself to let go.

Jungkook’s father is the first person you notice. Suited, with a glass of red wine in hand. He’d been talking to another man who you now realize is Seojun, Jungkook’s older brother. Jungkook’s mother sits near the center of the table, when she notices you, eyes going sightly wide.

“Omo!” A delighted voice rises from beside her.

A woman in a lavender hanbok stands up, her silver hair swept into an elegant twist. She walks toward you with graceful steps, smile blooming wide across her face.

There's no doubt guessing her. Jungkook’s grandmother.

“You were hiding such a beautiful girl from us all this time?” she says, eyes twinkling as they take you in.

You bow respectfully, offering a genuine smile.

She beams, placing one hand on your arm, “Aigoo,” she murmurs, half to herself. “She’s so pretty.”

Your cheeks warm at that. “Thank you, halmeoni.”

Her eyes soften further.

Stepping forward, you offer a bow to the rest of the family, feeling the pressure of every gaze on you as you do.

Jungkook finally speaks beside you.

“This is Y/N.”

A pause.

“My girlfriend.”

You lift your head slowly.

His mother stands next. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, moving towards you with a bright smile. “Welcome.”

“Thank you so much. It’s so nice to see everyone.”

“Oh, come on,” she waves softly, “We probably wouldn’t have even met you if I hadn’t brought up the idea of arranging his marriage.”

A chuckle travels down the table.

His father nods politely. “Glad you could join us.”

You offer one more round of polite bows.

“Come, sit,” his mother gestures toward the table. “Let's start with the dinner.”

You murmur a quiet thank you and follow Jungkook as he leads you towards the two empty seats in the middle of the table.

“They’re even twinning, do you see?” Harin giggles, whispering to her husband. Seojun stifles a laugh, murmuring something back.

Jungkook pulls out your chair first, surprising you, and then takes the seat beside you. You sit there, hands folded politely in your lap, stealing a glance at the man beside you as he pours himself a drink.

“Well, how long have you guys been together?” Seojun directs the question at you, clearly curious.

“It’s been... over a year now,” you say, keeping your voice gentle.

“Over a year!?” Halmeoni bursts out. “Jungkook-ah! We’ve been worrying ourselves sick that you’d never find someone and you’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend for so long?”

“Tch what did you expect from him?” Seojun clicks his tongue with a soft chuckle. “He’s an expert at hiding things.”

Jungkook merely takes a sip of his wine, not bothering to make a comment.

Great. This is it. Jungkook’s complete lack of effort is going to get you both exposed and they’ll all realize you're a fraud. You smile tightly while internally rehearsing your apology in case someone confronts you.

“How did you two meet?” Harin’s voice cuts through the tension with genuine curiosity. And you feel all eyes on you again, feeling the spotlight on you.

Jungkook answers first, “Through Taehyung.”

His mother lets out a small ‘ahh.’ “Even Taehyung hid this from us, that boy…,” she mutters, shaking her head with a small smile. “Leave it, we’re just glad you have someone, Jungkook-ah. We were starting to think you wouldn't ever want to get married at all.”

Everyone laughs softly in agreement.

Judging by his family’s reactions, it seems they’re genuinely relieved to believe he’s finally letting someone in. You almost scoff. Yeah. No wonder they’re shocked. Who would willingly sign up to commit to a walking statue? A Greek statue, but whatever.

“Tell us more, Y/N! How did it all happen?” Harin jumps in again. Her words are joined by small murmurs of agreement from others around the table.

You glance instinctively at Jungkook. His fingers tighten slightly around the stem of his glass, and he throws you a brief glance. You gave up the thought to map out the details of the lie after he'd assured you that his family wouldn’t prod.

But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

So you swallow, blurting out the first thing that comes to you before they notice something off.

“We... met at Taehyung’s house party for the first time,” you say quickly. “He um... spilled his drink on me by accident. Then he apologized, and we ended up talking... and sort of clicked. Things just... happened from there.”

Jungkook’s hand momentarily pauses mid-motion with the spoon, while you force out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s such a rom-com moment,” Harin finally speaks.

The others join in with soft chuckles, the atmosphere easing around you. You let out a quiet exhale, your own laugh joining theirs, though your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Jungkook's eyes flick towards you for a fraction of a second and you give him an awkward smile on reflex.

After the initial curiosity over your relationship with Jungkook, the focus shifts more naturally towards you. Jungkook’s father asks about your profession, clearly impressed when you speak about your role at the university. His mother follows up with gentle questions about your background. You share just enough, choosing your words carefully but never feeling interrogated.

Throughout the conversation, everyone is surprisingly involved and kind.

Jungkook, on the other hand, remains mostly quiet, answering a few things when necessary. He adds small details to what you share. Nevertheless, everyone seems to be used to his minimalism.

Seojun cracks a few jokes at Jungkook’s expense, about how surprising it is to see him actually bring someone home. Even you chuckle, trying to play along as naturally as possible.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if Jungkook’s disinterest in marriage isn’t just about buying time, but about avoiding the idea entirely. Still, seeing how genuinely happy his family is now, you can understand why he agreed to all this in the first place.

Jungkook’s grandmother especially keeps the atmosphere warm, asking small questions about your life, making sure you tried all her favorite dishes, offering you seconds.

However, you can tell that this family, despite the wealth, the status, the formality of the home, there’s something deeply warm and close about them all.

A little while in, Rae finally comes down to join, settling beside her mother. She smiles shyly at you at first, but warms up quickly after a few exchanged words, and just like that, you feel another wall fall away.

As the evening wears on, your nerves begin to ease. You find yourself smiling more easily, laughing without thinking twice. The warmth is oddly comforting.

By the time the conversation circles back toward the two of you, the air has softened entirely.

“So, have you two given any thought to marriage?” His mother glances between you and Jungkook.

You smile, heart hammering faintly as you glance at Jungkook briefly before answering, “We hadn’t really been thinking about it before… but now, it feels like the right time.”

Jungkook nods once beside you, and that’s all it takes. The table lights up with happy responses and smiles.

After the dinner, everyone scatters comfortably across plush couches and armchairs in the living room. You sit beside Harin, engaged in light chatter. Meanwhile, Jungkook speaks to his brother nearby.

Jungkook’s mother gently raises her voice, drawing everyone's attention. “Alright, now that we’ve had a wonderful dinner and all properly met Y/N,” she says, her gaze affectionate as it falls on you both, “I think it’s time we talk about the wedding.”

“There hasn’t been a Jeon wedding in so long,” Harin adds with excitement.

“Yeah, there’s so much to plan — the venue, the guest list, outfits —”

“We’ve decided on a court marriage.”

Jungkook interrupts with a calm voice.

“A court marriage?,” Jungkook's father voice fills.

“Trust Jungkook to go for the most minimal option possible.” Seojun chuckles under his breath.

Jungkook’s gaze flicks to yours, “We both prefer it.”

You nod gently, adding, “Yes. We’d like to keep it simple.”

“Well,” his mother's smile returning softer now, “if that’s what you both want, that’s what matters most.”

Everyone agrees with the decision. Plans or no plans, everyone seemed simply happy that Jungkook wasn’t alone anymore. That he had someone beside him.

And that makes a small flicker of guilt beneath the smile you wear. Because only you both knew how temporary that truth really was.

As the night comes to an end, Rae asks if you’ll come visit again. You just smile and say you'd love to. Harin gives you a warm hug, promising to meet up soon, while Seojun playfully teases Jungkook about something.

You turn to Jungkook’s parents next, offering them both a respectful bow and politely addressing them by their surnames. She immediately waves it off with a cheerful laugh, telling you you'd be calling her Mom soon anyway. The hall echoes with a few soft laughs at her remark. Jungkook's grandmother cups your hands in hers, asking you to visit again soon.

Jungkook keeps close by, exchanging brief words with a few family members, before gently ushering you towards the door when it's time to leave.

“Can you believe it?” you turn to Jungkook as soon as the car door clicks shut behind you, and he pulls away from the Jeon estate.

You shake your head in disbelief, murmuring to yourself, “I really thought someone was going to call us out.”

Jungkook's eyes were on the road ahead.

"But I was pretty good, right? Though you haven’t seen my full range yet.”

His eyes flick sideways to you before focusing back on the road.

“But you were... kinda believable too” you nod sagely.

For a fake couple, you two made a pretty decent team. You hum thinking to yourself.

The ride continues as the city blurs past in amber streetlights. Occasionally, your eyes drift to his hand relaxed on the wheel. Despite the ease in his posture, you catch the faint furrow between his brows.

Soon enough, Jungkook pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Well" you offer, attempting a smile, “see you… at court?”

Jungkook stares at you unblinking.

“Cool. Goodnight.” You clear your throat, turning on your heel quickly, not waiting for a reply. You should stop with this really.

Jungkook's penthouse is dark when he steps inside.

Shirt halfway unbuttoned by the time he reaches the bar. Pouring himself a drink and gulping it all at once. The whiskey burns down his throat the way he likes it.

It should’ve felt like a win. The plan worked. His family bought it. He did what he was supposed to do.

But the bitterness that settles at the back of his throat has nothing to do with the alcohol.

A girlfriend.

After all this time.

Jeon Jungkook was finally normal.

He scoffs to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Was he failing at life just because he wasn’t dating someone? Everyone acted like being with someone made him better. It shouldn’t bother him. He’s used to people misunderstanding his solitude. But tonight, it grated more than usual.

Was the mere fact that he had someone beside him made him more complete? More worthy of praise? Like he’d finally caught up with the rest of the world.

His jaw clenches at the thought. Is this the most miraculous thing he could’ve achieved.

A relationship. A woman beside him.

And the said relationship they were celebrating didn’t even exist.

A bitter scoff escapes him.

And now?

Now he had to live with it.

He pours another drink but doesn’t take a sip this time, only stares at the liquid.

His brain had envisioned someone quieter — especially if the said someone were supposed to be a professor. Someone who only spoke when necessary. Someone who respected silence, like he did.

Instead, he got you.

You were just someone he’d pulled into this mess for convenience. You’d barely known him and yet you still managed to walk into his house and make everyone feel like you belonged there more than he did.

Also someone who, so far, talked too much, made up a half-baked lie, and somehow made it worse — like that ridiculous drink-spilling story you told in front of his entire family.

He rubs the bridge of his nose.

Who the hell spills a drink at a house party and falls in love over it?

You, apparently.

And somehow it worked. His family had bought every word of your chaotic last-minute story.

He stares at the city lights outside his window. Seoul glimmered beneath him, but his mind was elsewhere.

He signed up for this.

One year, he reminds himself.

That’s it.

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Yours for a year - JJK

Episode 1

One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Pairing - Ceo!Jungkook x Reader

Genre - fake/contract marriage au, grumpy x sunshine, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut (eventual)

Warnings - mentions of drinking, bad attempts at humour😔, inner monologues

Wc - 6.3k words

a/n - I’ve written, scrapped, rewritten and scrapped again- this chapter like three times before finally settling on this version. so yeah.. I’m really nervous putting it out. also apologising beforehand because updates for this series would be slow🙂🙏

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Your Sundays are usually simple. Comfortably uneventful, to say.

Some weeks, you sleep in until noon and stay in bed watching movies. Other times, you tidy up the apartment, fold laundry in mismatched pajamas or hum along to a half-finished playlist while grading assignments.

However, none of that exists today.

Because today, you find yourself standing outside a CEO’s house. The house looms in front of you, tall and tastefully modern. So sleek and aesthetic it instinctively makes you straighten your posture for no reason.

The air was tinged with the clean scent of winter, and the sky was a soft grey. A delicate layer of snow clung to the sidewalks and rooftops.

Your breath fogged in front of you as you walked. The street was quiet, and the whole area had the kind of calm that made you feel like your heels were too loud.

You’d said yes to Taehyung’s logic-defying idea of fake marrying his best friend. Because, as Taehyung so kindly pointed out, “It’s what a logical person would do.” And apparently, you were a logical person.

He’d texted you a couple of days later.

Tae🥂 : He said Sunday works!! Better to meet at his place. No chance of someone eavesdropping yk.. I'LL BE THERE TOO so chill

Tae 🥂: He doesn’t bite

Tae🥂 : Usually

Yeah. Soothing words, truly.

The gate is already open.

Your heels click softly against the stone as you walk up the short path to the front door. The air feels still.

And everything feels a little too perfect.

You stop just before the door, catching your reflection in the glass panel.

What do you even call him?

Mr. Jeon? That sounds like you’re interviewing for a job.

Jungkook? That feels... wrong. You’ve never even spoken to him. He’s Taehyung’s best friend, sure, but also a literal CEO.

Maybe just wait for him to say something first. And then copy his vibe. Right.

Deep breath.

No weird jokes. Don’t say anything stupid. And most importantly, don’t knock over something expensive.

You got this. Just a casual meeting with your to-be-fake billionaire husband.

Totally chill.

Also… Taehyung’s inside. He said he’d be here. So, it's not like you’re walking into this alone.

You press the doorbell.

A few quiet seconds pass. Then, the door clicks open.

And you’re greeted by…

a chest.

A very tall and very defined chest.

White cotton stretched over hard lines. Your eyes travel up, past the subtle tattoos peeking from under the sleeves to the edge of one tattoo peeking out beneath the neckline, to a sharp jaw. And lots of.. piercings.

Eyebrow.

Lip.

Earring.

Woa.

Your brain definitely needs time to load such high-definition visuals.

His eyes catch yours.

Dark brown eyes.

You feel rooted to the spot, unsure if you're blinking too fast or not at all. Maybe you're staring long enough that he starts to part his lips, maybe to say something or maybe to ask why you’re frozen like an idiot— when a voice from inside calls your name.

“Y/N!”

Your attention snaps immediately.

Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes flick back briefly before he steps aside, giving you room to enter. One hand still tucked lazily in the pocket of his grey sweats, the other letting the door drift wider open.

You mumble a greeting, swallowing down whatever tangled string of embarrassment you're feeling and step inside, before slipping off your heels with more grace than you feel.

Jungkook's presence lingers behind you for a beat before he moves ahead, walking past you and into the living room.

You follow, eyes instinctively scanning the space as you go.

Everything inside is muted and minimal. Stylish in a distinctly masculine way. Cool-toned furniture. Statement lighting. Black.

More black.

A touch of grey.

Then another black.

It’s elegant, sure, but feels a little too serious.

And too dark for your liking.

Your gaze drifts to Taehyung, sprawled on the couch with one arm petting-

a dog?

Is this Jungkook’s dog? Taehyung didn't mention any dog. If you'd known there was a dog involved, you would’ve agreed to this whole fake marriage thing for free.

“Bamie’s been waiting to meet you.” Taehyung grins.

You make your way over, crouching beside the dog as he sniffs your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you coo, running a hand gently over his head. “You’re so handsome, look at you..”

Taehyung chuckles behind you as you grin, beaming as Bam noses into your palm.

“Bam, meet your soon-to-be mom.”

Jungkook throws Taehyung a look over his shoulder, which you don't catch.

But you definitely do throw Taehyung a look of your own with a pointed glare.

He laughs. “Fake mom. Chill.”

Taehyung pushes off the couch as he gestures between you and the man standing by the massive windows.

“Alright. Jungkook, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Jungkook. My best friend since… I don’t even remember anymore.”

You let out a small laugh, glancing over toward where Jungkook stands.

He’s still by the windows, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweats.

The scene is somehow borderline intimidating to say the least.

You, meanwhile, are still kneeling on the floor in front of his dog.

You offer a small nod with a smile.

“Hi.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t shift much, but he dips his head in acknowledgment.

“So,” Taehyung begins, shifting to face you both, “now that both of our fake couple candidates are here.. shall we proceed on the plan of the decade.”

You give him a flat look as you lower yourself onto the couch, smoothing your hands down on your jeans. Bam lets out a soft huff, resting his head on your thigh, while you gently pet his head.

Jungkook had taken up the space near the window, arms folded as a soft breeze filters through the partially open pane behind him. He looks like he’s either completely uninterested or just painfully used to Taehyung’s flair.

Probably both.

Taehyung leans down to grab something from the coffee table.

“Please admire how our beloved Mr. Jeon took the liberty of making an actual contract for your fake marriage,” his tone dipping into amusement as he passes you a slim folder.

You open the folder. There's clean formatting with signature lines at the bottom. It reads like a business document. Because to Jungkook, that’s what this is.

Peak CEO behavior.

You don’t say anything. But it confirms what you already suspected—he’s the type who treats everything with the clinical precision of a quarterly report.

You glance at Jungkook again, unable to help yourself. His jaw is set in an annoyingly sculpted kind of sharp. There’s a faint muscle working near his temple. But otherwise, he doesn’t move.

Taehyung goes on to speak, flipping casually between joking and informative like it’s second nature.

The gist of it was simple enough. You and Jungkook just had to tell his family that you'd decided on a quiet court marriage. Which would be easier for handling the fake documentation. He’d handle the paperworks. Well, perks of having a best friend who also happened to be a lawyer.

All you and Jungkook had to do was pretend to be believably in love.

You tried to focus while Taehyung laid it out. One year would be long enough to make it convincing. After that, a clean break. Just a perfectly executed performance that would buy Jungkook time, keep his parents from prying, and somehow benefit everyone involved.

It sounded simple when Taehyung said it.

Easy, in theory.

But how are you exactly supposed to pretend to be married to someone who communicates through silence and jaw tension?

Because that’s certainly what he’s doing now.

Jungkook hadn’t contributed much. Or anything, really. Hadn’t even looked like he was listening.

He was just… there.

You nod along. Tried to mentally log the details of what you were signing up for. Taehyung shows you pictures of Jungkook’s family members, so you'd recognize them when the time comes.

Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that you seemed more emotionally involved in this fake marriage than the man who needed it.

“And for that,” Taehyung adds, turning to his best friend with a pointed look, “you actually need to act, Jeon. Otherwise, my entire genius plan to save your ridiculous lie will go to waste.”

There's a flicker of something crossing his face. You can’t tell if it’s annoyance or just habit.

Hard to tell with him.

“I’m serious, man. You can’t just sit there and expect her to carry the whole illusion.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

Okay. So he can speak like a regular human being.

Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s grumble, tossing something else at him in reply.

“Alright, since I’m here, I’ll take the liberty of giving you a home tour.” Taehyung's already standing up as he speaks.

You playfully roll your eyes before following him. Taehyung leads you past an open kitchen. The walls are decked muted tones, dark oak, matte blacks, soft lighting. Eventually, you stop before a door near the end of the hall. He pushes it open and steps aside, letting you in.

“This,” he announces with a dramatic flair, “is where you’ll be staying.”

As Taehyung steps in behind you, you turn towards him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “He’s not… actually a serial killer, right?”

Taehyung snorts, “Unfortunately, no.”

“He hasn’t said five whole words since I got here.”

“He’s just… selectively spoken.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He laughs. “He’s just like that Y/n, give him some time.”

You shake your head, glancing around the room again.

Warm sunlight filters in through floor-length beige curtains. At least, you're glad these aren't black too. There’s a queen-sized bed with clean white sheets. A cozy chair tucked in the corner by the window.

Subtle accents, ambient lighting, polished hardwood floors. Everything is immaculate. For a guest room, it’s insane.

After taking one last look around your new room, wrapping your mind around the fact that this would be your temporary living space, you follow Taehyung back out into the hallway.

Jungkook was on the floor near the couch now, one knee bent lazily as he fed something to Bam. The dog leans into his touch, eyes halfway shut as Jungkook scratches behind his ear.

There's something oddly domestic about it that makes you pause for a bit.

“Wait,” Taehyung turns to Jungkook. “Don’t you have your family dinners on sundays?”

Jungkook’s hums, eyes lifting lazily.

“Well, why don’t you introduce Y/N tonight?”

Your head snaps towards Taehyung, and you instinctively glance at Jungkook, expecting him to maybe push it to next week.

“If she’s free.”

If she's free.

Your laundry’s done. You've graded the remaining sheets. Also planned tomorrow's schedule before arriving here.

So yes, technically, you’re free.

But. Tonight?

You try keeping your expression neutral even as a mini internal spiral takes place. Because apparently, your debut as a fake fiancee might be happening in just a few hours. Over dinner. With his entire family.

Your wardrobe looks like it exploded.

There’s a green dress hanging halfway off your mirror. A blouse crumpled on the floor. Your favorite wide-leg trousers you wore once to a conference, now flung on the bed. And still- you’re standing there, staring blankly at the mess like it's all somehow going to organize itself and whisper the right choice to you.

Because, what the hell are you even supposed to wear to meet your fake fiance’s family?

Scratch that.

Insanely attractive, billionaire fake fiancee.

You exhale, knuckles brushing the edge of a black dress. Maybe this one.

According to Taehyung, tonight actually worked out perfectly. With almost two weeks left before the New Year, it would be the right time to tell the family now, have the marriage registered right after the holidays. The contract would then run cleanly for a year. A full, tidy timeline.

Right. Clean and simple. Just pretend for an entire year that you’re married to a man who’s given you less warmth than the weather outside.

How did this escalate so fast?

Just a few days ago, you were walking around campus with your usual schedule, grading papers and planning lectures while sipping mediocre coffee in the university breakroom. A week ago, your biggest stress was grading three dozen barely legible midterm papers.

Now, here you are. Choosing an outfit for dinner with your to-be fake in-laws.

Fake in-laws.

You close your eyes for a second groaning lightly into your hands.

Taehyung had dropped you home from Jungkook’s place. After the world’s most formal fake-marriage negotiation. You'd barely buckled your seatbelt before letting out a dramatic sigh, “What have you gotten me into?”

He had only laughed, because of course he had. “Come on. Just think of it as something fun. You needed a little crazy beside your professor routine anyway.”

Fun.

Insane, as well.

You’d scoffed. “Taehyung, I have to meet his parents tonight already. What am I even supposed to wear to something like this?”

“It’s just a casual family dinner. Don't stress, it's nothing fancy. Just be yourself,” he’d grinned. “Go for a simple dress? Something nice. You always dress well anyway.”

Easy for him to say.

He wasn’t the one about to have a fake introduction as someone’s future daughter-in-law.

And just as he'd pulled up to your apartment, you’d leaned over, reminding him to send you the address before dinner.

But instead of reaching for his phone, he’d grinned.

“Oh, you don’t need it. Jungkook’s picking you up.”

“Wha—”

Before you could fully process that horrifying detail, he was already waving and speeding off.

So now… here you were.

Standing in your bedroom.

Worried about not only trying to figure out how to walk into his family dinner and pretend like you belonged, but also spiraling over the fact that Jeon Jungkook himself would be coming to pick you up.

You glance at the clock again.

Two and a half hours left.

You sink down on the edge of your bed, running a hand through your hair as your gaze drifts over the fabric chaos you’d created.

Your thoughts somehow flicker uninvited, back to Jungkook.

All jawline and unreadable eyes. The man hadn’t cracked a smile once. You weren’t sure if he was allergic to expression or just emotionally defunct. Either way, he seems too boring having to share a house with. Plus, his acting skills were highly questionable.

You don’t even finish the thought, falling backward onto your mattress, arms flung out dramatically.

The ceiling stares back at you.

You stare back.

This was your life now. Lying to a family. Pretending to love a man who looks like he couldn’t even pretend to like a good sandwich.

You close your eyes. Maybe you were going to hell for this. But you’d also be getting paid.

And get to live in a goddamn penthouse. So really, who were you to complain?

You sit up reaching for the dress, holding it to your body in the mirror. It's cute. Sophisticated as well. Alright.

A few hours pass by while you move around your apartment in distracted circles, telling yourself you're not counting the minutes- but of course you are.

You'd debated about texting Taehyung to fake an emergency. Debated just not going at all.

You eventually drag yourself to your vanity.

It’s already close to 8:30.

You step into the black ankle-length dress you’d picked out earlier. You keep your makeup soft and minimal, while slipping on a pair of delicate pearl studs. A hint of warmth on your cheeks and a subtle gloss.

You stare at your reflection.

Almost done.

It was nearing nine. That’s when you’d agreed to leave.

And yet… no word from Jungkook. No heads-up.

You side-eye your phone on the dresser.

Taehyung had given you his number. But you weren’t about to text him first. He was the one picking you up, after all. It was basic courtesy to inform someone you were about to arrive, right?

You check the time.

8:52 PM.

You huff, turning back to your dresser to spritz some perfume, when your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: I’m outside.

You stare.

That’s it?

You scoff under your breath. This man.

Nothing remotely resembling human decency. Just a dry little notification that, frankly, would've had you blocking him on instinct if you didn’t already save his name.

You grab your phone, typing out a reply.

You: coming.

With one last breath to gather yourself, you slip into your heels before locking the door behind you, stepping into the elevator.

As the doors slide open to the lobby, your eyes immediately land on a sleek black Mercedes parked just outside the building. Polished to near mirror-gloss with dark-tinted windows.

You didn’t see Jungkook, but you didn’t need to. Of course this was his.

You walk towards it, reaching for the passenger-side door, offering a polite, “Hey.” Your gaze shoots up to his well-tailored button-down. He's wearing black too.

“Oh, we match.” you say, slipping into the seat and shutting the door behind you. “We already look halfway to power couple.” You let out a light laugh. Then, for emphasis, laugh again.

Jungkook doesn't.

Your smile falters. You look ahead again, internally cringing. God forbid the man even fake a chuckle.

You shift slightly in your seat, eyes flicking sideways to him as the car starts moving.

God. He smelled good. His sleeves were pushed to his forearms, enough to reveal the intricate ink that curled along his skin. The fucking tattoos-

No. Focus.

“So,” you say, “just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“We met through Taehyung.. And we’ve been dating for over a year? right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure your family won’t ask more?”

“Hm.”

Right. So full of words, wasn’t he?

You tilt your head, “We should add something more... don’t you think? more believable for everyone to buy?”

He doesn’t answer, so you keep going.

“How about…,” you offer with some thinking, “you met me at Taehyung’s house party. Saw me from across the room. And fell head over heels for me. Couldn’t stop thinking about me since.”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong frown.

You turn to him with an expectant smile at your suggestion.

“No.”

You lean back in your seat, muttering more to yourself than to him, “Well, it’s definitely not me who would’ve fallen first so...”

He exhales through his nose, “My family won’t ask for that much detail. Just acting is enough.”

“Alight,” you hum, looking out of the windows.

Silence settles for a beat, before you glance at him again. “Okay, just out of curiosity. Do you have any secret escape doors in the house?”

He frowns.

You raise a brow innocently. “I’m just saying, I don’t trust your acting skills yet. So in case your family catches on and decides to throw me out, so I'd really like to know if I have the chance to sneak out or something.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek, clearly holding back a response, most likely irritation.

Okay, you need to stop. In your defense it was a fair warning to keep his acting in check.

A few more minutes pass, while you stare out the window, watching the city lights melt into quieter streets. While also with the thought that you don't get it how he was so… calm? without even a hint of nerves.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you ask, turning your face towards him again. “I mean… you’re about to lie to your family about something pretty huge.”

He just stares ahead, gaze fixed on the road like you hadn’t even spoken.

Wow.

“You seem like you’ve done this many times before.” You let out a tiny scoff as you lean back crossing your arms.

Jungkook finally gives a short flick of his head throwing you a look.

Your eyes widen slightly before you snap your gaze back to the road ahead. You fold your hands in your lap, lips pressing together to stop yourself from speaking again.

You didn’t say a word for the next ten minutes. Thankfully. And Jungkook, as expected seems perfectly content with the quiet.

The car slows. And comes the Jeon house view. House was an understatement, though. It was more like an estate. Tall gates, sleek modern architecture, wide windows framed in black steel.

Jungkook pulls into the wide driveway and parks near the front entrance before unbuckling his seatbelt, then waits.

Right. You blink, quickly gathering your purse and stepping out of the car.

Jungkook steps out from his side a second later, walking around the car and heading towards the entrance.

You watch him go for a second, but somehow you stand frozen as your thoughts swirl with growing absurdity. What if his parents can smell the lie the moment they see you? Worst case scenario: what if someone actually throws wine on your face?

“Do you plan on standing there all night?”

You jolt upright, eyes snapping to meet his. Shit. He’s standing halfway to the entrance, hands in his pockets, eyebrow barely raised.

You hurry forward to catch up, adjusting your pace so you don’t trip on the pavement. “Sorry,” you mutter, sarcasm lacing your tone, as you reach his side. “I can't really match your level of calm.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not that you expected anything. You follow him up the smooth stone path that led to the double doors. Jungkook stops just as you reach the base of the entrance steps, pressing his thumb against a sleek glass panel beside the door. A soft beep follows, and the lock clicks open.

He glances at you, then down briefly. You pause beside him, looking up. He lifts one arm slightly, wordlessly. You're confused at first, but then it clicks.

Couple.

He's getting into the act. Good.

You step closer, gently looping your hand around his arm. Your fingers curl ever so slightly around the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his sleeve and Oh my god.

What the hell does he lift—Buildings?

You clear your throat softly.

Jungkook glances at you once more, before you both enter.

The house is stunning.

Your heels tap softly against the marble floors. Your eyes instinctively scan the space, sweeping over elegant wood accents, a curved staircase spiraling down one side. The ceilings stretch high above with a massive chandelier. The lighting is soft and ambient. Clean walls adorned with modern abstract art in rich tones. You bet each of the pieces cost more than your monthly rent.

“Rae, come down in five minutes, okay?”

You turn at the voice, just as a figure begins to descend the staircase.

Harin. You recognize her instantly. From the photo Taehyung had shown you. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.

She’s even gorgeous in person. Tall, elegant, wrapped in a soft mauve blouse tucked into tailored trousers. Her hair is dark, swept into a low bun with loose strands framing her face. She moves with the kind of graceful ease that makes you immediately conscious of your own posture.

Her eyes meet yours for just a second before flicking to Jungkook.

And there's an audible gasp.

“I seriously thought you were lying that day,” she says breathlessly, her voice landing on Jungkook with something between disbelief and awe.

“Oh!, I’m so sorry—hi!” She walks over briskly, offering her hand to you with a warm smile. “I’m Harin. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.”

You shake her hand gently, offering a soft smile and introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. I'm Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Such a lovely name,” she says, still eyeing the both of you, her tone rising with excitement.

“I can't believe he'd been hiding someone all this time,” she continues, throwing a teasing tone towards Jungkook.

You laugh softly, not knowing how to respond, but finding her energy contagious.

You glance sideways at him. He hasn’t said a word. His expression hasn’t changed much. But there's something almost imperceptible in the way his brow twitches.

“Anyways, come on. Everyone’s inside. I can’t wait to see their faces.” She giggles softly.

You offer a small smile. Harin’s warmth helps soothe some of the nervous energy that had been buzzing in your chest since the car ride.

There's a long hallway extended from the foyer, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear some low indistinct chatter along with soft laughter. Your eyes drift ahead to one door, further down and slightly ajar, glowed golden under the ambient lighting. The dining room, most likely. You just follow Jungkook's lead, matching your steps to his.

“Look who’s here,” Harin calls, unable to hide her glee.

Her reaction causes everyone else at the table to pause. All eyes turning towards you and Jungkook, standing just inside the doorway.

Your grip tightens slightly on his arm before you remind yourself to let go.

Jungkook’s father is the first person you notice. Suited, with a glass of red wine in hand. He’d been talking to another man who you now realize is Seojun, Jungkook’s older brother. Jungkook’s mother sits near the center of the table, when she notices you, eyes going sightly wide.

“Omo!” A delighted voice rises from beside her.

A woman in a lavender hanbok stands up, her silver hair swept into an elegant twist. She walks toward you with graceful steps, smile blooming wide across her face.

There's no doubt guessing her. Jungkook’s grandmother.

“You were hiding such a beautiful girl from us all this time?” she says, eyes twinkling as they take you in.

You bow respectfully, offering a genuine smile.

She beams, placing one hand on your arm, “Aigoo,” she murmurs, half to herself. “She’s so pretty.”

Your cheeks warm at that. “Thank you, halmeoni.”

Her eyes soften further.

Stepping forward, you offer a bow to the rest of the family, feeling the pressure of every gaze on you as you do.

Jungkook finally speaks beside you.

“This is Y/N.”

A pause.

“My girlfriend.”

You lift your head slowly.

His mother stands next. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, moving towards you with a bright smile. “Welcome.”

“Thank you so much. It’s so nice to see everyone.”

“Oh, come on,” she waves softly, “We probably wouldn’t have even met you if I hadn’t brought up the idea of arranging his marriage.”

A chuckle travels down the table.

His father nods politely. “Glad you could join us.”

You offer one more round of polite bows.

“Come, sit,” his mother gestures toward the table. “Let's start with the dinner.”

You murmur a quiet thank you and follow Jungkook as he leads you towards the two empty seats in the middle of the table.

“They’re even twinning, do you see?” Harin giggles, whispering to her husband. Seojun stifles a laugh, murmuring something back.

Jungkook pulls out your chair first, surprising you, and then takes the seat beside you. You sit there, hands folded politely in your lap, stealing a glance at the man beside you as he pours himself a drink.

“Well, how long have you guys been together?” Seojun directs the question at you, clearly curious.

“It’s been... over a year now,” you say, keeping your voice gentle.

“Over a year!?” Halmeoni bursts out. “Jungkook-ah! We’ve been worrying ourselves sick that you’d never find someone and you’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend for so long?”

“Tch what did you expect from him?” Seojun clicks his tongue with a soft chuckle. “He’s an expert at hiding things.”

Jungkook merely takes a sip of his wine, not bothering to make a comment.

Great. This is it. Jungkook’s complete lack of effort is going to get you both exposed and they’ll all realize you're a fraud. You smile tightly while internally rehearsing your apology in case someone confronts you.

“How did you two meet?” Harin’s voice cuts through the tension with genuine curiosity. And you feel all eyes on you again, feeling the spotlight on you.

Jungkook answers first, “Through Taehyung.”

His mother lets out a small ‘ahh.’ “Even Taehyung hid this from us, that boy…,” she mutters, shaking her head with a small smile. “Leave it, we’re just glad you have someone, Jungkook-ah. We were starting to think you wouldn't ever want to get married at all.”

Everyone laughs softly in agreement.

Judging by his family’s reactions, it seems they’re genuinely relieved to believe he’s finally letting someone in. You almost scoff. Yeah. No wonder they’re shocked. Who would willingly sign up to commit to a walking statue? A Greek statue, but whatever.

“Tell us more, Y/N! How did it all happen?” Harin jumps in again. Her words are joined by small murmurs of agreement from others around the table.

You glance instinctively at Jungkook. His fingers tighten slightly around the stem of his glass, and he throws you a brief glance. You gave up the thought to map out the details of the lie after he'd assured you that his family wouldn’t prod.

But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

So you swallow, blurting out the first thing that comes to you before they notice something off.

“We... met at Taehyung’s house party for the first time,” you say quickly. “He um... spilled his drink on me by accident. Then he apologized, and we ended up talking... and sort of clicked. Things just... happened from there.”

Jungkook’s hand momentarily pauses mid-motion with the spoon, while you force out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s such a rom-com moment,” Harin finally speaks.

The others join in with soft chuckles, the atmosphere easing around you. You let out a quiet exhale, your own laugh joining theirs, though your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Jungkook's eyes flick towards you for a fraction of a second and you give him an awkward smile on reflex.

After the initial curiosity over your relationship with Jungkook, the focus shifts more naturally towards you. Jungkook’s father asks about your profession, clearly impressed when you speak about your role at the university. His mother follows up with gentle questions about your background. You share just enough, choosing your words carefully but never feeling interrogated.

Throughout the conversation, everyone is surprisingly involved and kind.

Jungkook, on the other hand, remains mostly quiet, answering a few things when necessary. He adds small details to what you share. Nevertheless, everyone seems to be used to his minimalism.

Seojun cracks a few jokes at Jungkook’s expense, about how surprising it is to see him actually bring someone home. Even you chuckle, trying to play along as naturally as possible.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if Jungkook’s disinterest in marriage isn’t just about buying time, but about avoiding the idea entirely. Still, seeing how genuinely happy his family is now, you can understand why he agreed to all this in the first place.

Jungkook’s grandmother especially keeps the atmosphere warm, asking small questions about your life, making sure you tried all her favorite dishes, offering you seconds.

However, you can tell that this family, despite the wealth, the status, the formality of the home, there’s something deeply warm and close about them all.

A little while in, Rae finally comes down to join, settling beside her mother. She smiles shyly at you at first, but warms up quickly after a few exchanged words, and just like that, you feel another wall fall away.

As the evening wears on, your nerves begin to ease. You find yourself smiling more easily, laughing without thinking twice. The warmth is oddly comforting.

By the time the conversation circles back toward the two of you, the air has softened entirely.

“So, have you two given any thought to marriage?” His mother glances between you and Jungkook.

You smile, heart hammering faintly as you glance at Jungkook briefly before answering, “We hadn’t really been thinking about it before… but now, it feels like the right time.”

Jungkook nods once beside you, and that’s all it takes. The table lights up with happy responses and smiles.

After the dinner, everyone scatters comfortably across plush couches and armchairs in the living room. You sit beside Harin, engaged in light chatter. Meanwhile, Jungkook speaks to his brother nearby.

Jungkook’s mother gently raises her voice, drawing everyone's attention. “Alright, now that we’ve had a wonderful dinner and all properly met Y/N,” she says, her gaze affectionate as it falls on you both, “I think it’s time we talk about the wedding.”

“There hasn’t been a Jeon wedding in so long,” Harin adds with excitement.

“Yeah, there’s so much to plan — the venue, the guest list, outfits —”

“We’ve decided on a court marriage.”

Jungkook interrupts with a calm voice.

“A court marriage?,” Jungkook's father voice fills.

“Trust Jungkook to go for the most minimal option possible.” Seojun chuckles under his breath.

Jungkook’s gaze flicks to yours, “We both prefer it.”

You nod gently, adding, “Yes. We’d like to keep it simple.”

“Well,” his mother's smile returning softer now, “if that’s what you both want, that’s what matters most.”

Everyone agrees with the decision. Plans or no plans, everyone seemed simply happy that Jungkook wasn’t alone anymore. That he had someone beside him.

And that makes a small flicker of guilt beneath the smile you wear. Because only you both knew how temporary that truth really was.

As the night comes to an end, Rae asks if you’ll come visit again. You just smile and say you'd love to. Harin gives you a warm hug, promising to meet up soon, while Seojun playfully teases Jungkook about something.

You turn to Jungkook’s parents next, offering them both a respectful bow and politely addressing them by their surnames. She immediately waves it off with a cheerful laugh, telling you you'd be calling her Mom soon anyway. The hall echoes with a few soft laughs at her remark. Jungkook's grandmother cups your hands in hers, asking you to visit again soon.

Jungkook keeps close by, exchanging brief words with a few family members, before gently ushering you towards the door when it's time to leave.

“Can you believe it?” you turn to Jungkook as soon as the car door clicks shut behind you, and he pulls away from the Jeon estate.

You shake your head in disbelief, murmuring to yourself, “I really thought someone was going to call us out.”

Jungkook's eyes were on the road ahead.

"But I was pretty good, right? Though you haven’t seen my full range yet.”

His eyes flick sideways to you before focusing back on the road.

“But you were... kinda believable too” you nod sagely.

For a fake couple, you two made a pretty decent team. You hum thinking to yourself.

The ride continues as the city blurs past in amber streetlights. Occasionally, your eyes drift to his hand relaxed on the wheel. Despite the ease in his posture, you catch the faint furrow between his brows.

Soon enough, Jungkook pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Well" you offer, attempting a smile, “see you… at court?”

Jungkook stares at you unblinking.

“Cool. Goodnight.” You clear your throat, turning on your heel quickly, not waiting for a reply. You should stop with this really.

Jungkook's penthouse is dark when he steps inside.

Shirt halfway unbuttoned by the time he reaches the bar. Pouring himself a drink and gulping it all at once. The whiskey burns down his throat the way he likes it.

It should’ve felt like a win. The plan worked. His family bought it. He did what he was supposed to do.

But the bitterness that settles at the back of his throat has nothing to do with the alcohol.

A girlfriend.

After all this time.

Jeon Jungkook was finally normal.

He scoffs to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Was he failing at life just because he wasn’t dating someone? Everyone acted like being with someone made him better. It shouldn’t bother him. He’s used to people misunderstanding his solitude. But tonight, it grated more than usual.

Was the mere fact that he had someone beside him made him more complete? More worthy of praise? Like he’d finally caught up with the rest of the world.

His jaw clenches at the thought. Is this the most miraculous thing he could’ve achieved.

A relationship. A woman beside him.

And the said relationship they were celebrating didn’t even exist.

A bitter scoff escapes him.

And now?

Now he had to live with it.

He pours another drink but doesn’t take a sip this time, only stares at the liquid.

His brain had envisioned someone quieter — especially if the said someone were supposed to be a professor. Someone who only spoke when necessary. Someone who respected silence, like he did.

Instead, he got you.

You were just someone he’d pulled into this mess for convenience. You’d barely known him and yet you still managed to walk into his house and make everyone feel like you belonged there more than he did.

Also someone who, so far, talked too much, made up a half-baked lie, and somehow made it worse — like that ridiculous drink-spilling story you told in front of his entire family.

He rubs the bridge of his nose.

Who the hell spills a drink at a house party and falls in love over it?

You, apparently.

And somehow it worked. His family had bought every word of your chaotic last-minute story.

He stares at the city lights outside his window. Seoul glimmered beneath him, but his mind was elsewhere.

He signed up for this.

One year, he reminds himself.

That’s it.

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[kooklovee]

Yours for a year - JJK

Episode 1

One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Pairing - Ceo!Jungkook x Reader

Genre - fake/contract marriage au, grumpy x sunshine, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut (eventual)

Warnings - mentions of drinking, bad attempts at humour😔, inner monologues

Wc - 6.3k words

a/n - I’ve written, scrapped, rewritten and scrapped again- this chapter like three times before finally settling on this version. so yeah.. I’m really nervous putting it out. also apologising beforehand because updates for this series would be slow🙂🙏

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Your Sundays are usually simple. Comfortably uneventful, to say.

Some weeks, you sleep in until noon and stay in bed watching movies. Other times, you tidy up the apartment, fold laundry in mismatched pajamas or hum along to a half-finished playlist while grading assignments.

However, none of that exists today.

Because today, you find yourself standing outside a CEO’s house. The house looms in front of you, tall and tastefully modern. So sleek and aesthetic it instinctively makes you straighten your posture for no reason.

The air was tinged with the clean scent of winter, and the sky was a soft grey. A delicate layer of snow clung to the sidewalks and rooftops.

Your breath fogged in front of you as you walked. The street was quiet, and the whole area had the kind of calm that made you feel like your heels were too loud.

You’d said yes to Taehyung’s logic-defying idea of fake marrying his best friend. Because, as Taehyung so kindly pointed out, “It’s what a logical person would do.” And apparently, you were a logical person.

He’d texted you a couple of days later.

Tae🥂 : He said Sunday works!! Better to meet at his place. No chance of someone eavesdropping yk.. I'LL BE THERE TOO so chill

Tae🥂: He doesn’t bite

Tae🥂 : Usually

Yeah. Soothing words, truly.

The gate is already open.

Your heels click softly against the stone as you walk up the short path to the front door. The air feels still.

And everything feels a little too perfect.

You stop just before the door, catching your reflection in the glass panel.

What do you even call him?

Mr. Jeon? That sounds like you’re interviewing for a job.

Jungkook? That feels... wrong. You’ve never even spoken to him. He’s Taehyung’s best friend, sure, but also a literal CEO.

Maybe just wait for him to say something first. And then copy his vibe. Right.

Deep breath.

No weird jokes. Don’t say anything stupid. And most importantly, don’t knock over something expensive.

You got this. Just a casual meeting with your to-be-fake billionaire husband.

Totally chill.

Also… Taehyung’s inside. He said he’d be here. So, it's not like you’re walking into this alone.

You press the doorbell.

A few quiet seconds pass. Then, the door clicks open.

And you’re greeted by…

a chest.

A very tall and very defined chest.

White cotton stretched over hard lines. Your eyes travel up, past the subtle tattoos peeking from under the sleeves to the edge of one tattoo peeking out beneath the neckline, to a sharp jaw. And lots of.. piercings.

Eyebrow.

Lip.

Earring.

Woa.

Your brain definitely needs time to load such high-definition visuals.

His eyes catch yours.

Dark brown eyes.

You feel rooted to the spot, unsure if you're blinking too fast or not at all. Maybe you're staring long enough that he starts to part his lips, maybe to say something or maybe to ask why you’re frozen like an idiot— when a voice from inside calls your name.

“Y/N!”

Your attention snaps immediately.

Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes flick back briefly before he steps aside, giving you room to enter. One hand still tucked lazily in the pocket of his grey sweats, the other letting the door drift wider open.

You mumble a greeting, swallowing down whatever tangled string of embarrassment you're feeling and step inside, before slipping off your heels with more grace than you feel.

Jungkook's presence lingers behind you for a beat before he moves ahead, walking past you and into the living room.

You follow, eyes instinctively scanning the space as you go.

Everything inside is muted and minimal. Stylish in a distinctly masculine way. Cool-toned furniture. Statement lighting. Black.

More black.

A touch of grey.

Then another black.

It’s elegant, sure, but feels a little too serious.

And too dark for your liking.

Your gaze drifts to Taehyung, sprawled on the couch with one arm petting-

a dog?

Is this Jungkook’s dog? Taehyung didn't mention any dog. If you'd known there was a dog involved, you would’ve agreed to this whole fake marriage thing for free.

“Bamie’s been waiting to meet you.” Taehyung grins.

You make your way over, crouching beside the dog as he sniffs your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you coo, running a hand gently over his head. “You’re so handsome, look at you..”

Taehyung chuckles behind you as you grin, beaming as Bam noses into your palm.

“Bam, meet your soon-to-be mom.”

Jungkook throws Taehyung a look over his shoulder, which you don't catch.

But you definitely do throw Taehyung a look of your own with a pointed glare.

He laughs. “Fake mom. Chill.”

Taehyung pushes off the couch as he gestures between you and the man standing by the massive windows.

“Alright. Jungkook, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Jungkook. My best friend since… I don’t even remember anymore.”

You let out a small laugh, glancing over toward where Jungkook stands.

He’s still by the windows, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweats.

The scene is somehow borderline intimidating to say the least.

You, meanwhile, are still kneeling on the floor in front of his dog.

You offer a small nod with a smile.

“Hi.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t shift much, but he dips his head in acknowledgment.

“So,” Taehyung begins, shifting to face you both, “now that both of our fake couple candidates are here.. shall we proceed on the plan of the decade.”

You give him a flat look as you lower yourself onto the couch, smoothing your hands down on your jeans. Bam lets out a soft huff, resting his head on your thigh, while you gently pet his head.

Jungkook had taken up the space near the window, arms folded as a soft breeze filters through the partially open pane behind him. He looks like he’s either completely uninterested or just painfully used to Taehyung’s flair.

Probably both.

Taehyung leans down to grab something from the coffee table.

“Please admire how our beloved Mr. Jeon took the liberty of making an actual contract for your fake marriage,” his tone dipping into amusement as he passes you a slim folder.

You open the folder. There's clean formatting with signature lines at the bottom. It reads like a business document. Because to Jungkook, that’s what this is.

Peak CEO behavior.

You don’t say anything. But it confirms what you already suspected—he’s the type who treats everything with the clinical precision of a quarterly report.

You glance at Jungkook again, unable to help yourself. His jaw is set in an annoyingly sculpted kind of sharp. There’s a faint muscle working near his temple. But otherwise, he doesn’t move.

Taehyung goes on to speak, flipping casually between joking and informative like it’s second nature.

The gist of it was simple enough. You and Jungkook just had to tell his family that you'd decided on a quiet court marriage. Which would be easier for handling the fake documentation. He’d handle the paperworks. Well, perks of having a best friend who also happened to be a lawyer.

All you and Jungkook had to do was pretend to be believably in love.

You tried to focus while Taehyung laid it out. One year would be long enough to make it convincing. After that, a clean break. Just a perfectly executed performance that would buy Jungkook time, keep his parents from prying, and somehow benefit everyone involved.

It sounded simple when Taehyung said it.

Easy, in theory.

But how are you exactly supposed to pretend to be married to someone who communicates through silence and jaw tension?

Because that’s certainly what he’s doing now.

Jungkook hadn’t contributed much. Or anything, really. Hadn’t even looked like he was listening.

He was just… there.

You nod along. Tried to mentally log the details of what you were signing up for. Taehyung shows you pictures of Jungkook’s family members, so you'd recognize them when the time comes.

Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that you seemed more emotionally involved in this fake marriage than the man who needed it.

“And for that,” Taehyung adds, turning to his best friend with a pointed look, “you actually need to act, Jeon. Otherwise, my entire genius plan to save your ridiculous lie will go to waste.”

There's a flicker of something crossing his face. You can’t tell if it’s annoyance or just habit.

Hard to tell with him.

“I’m serious, man. You can’t just sit there and expect her to carry the whole illusion.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

Okay. So he can speak like a regular human being.

Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s grumble, tossing something else at him in reply.

“Alright, since I’m here, I’ll take the liberty of giving you a home tour.” Taehyung's already standing up as he speaks.

You playfully roll your eyes before following him. Taehyung leads you past an open kitchen. The walls are decked muted tones, dark oak, matte blacks, soft lighting. Eventually, you stop before a door near the end of the hall. He pushes it open and steps aside, letting you in.

“This,” he announces with a dramatic flair, “is where you’ll be staying.”

As Taehyung steps in behind you, you turn towards him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “He’s not… actually a serial killer, right?”

Taehyung snorts, “Unfortunately, no.”

“He hasn’t said five whole words since I got here.”

“He’s just… selectively spoken?”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He laughs. “He’s just like that Y/n, give him some time.”

You shake your head, glancing around the room again.

Warm sunlight filters in through floor-length beige curtains. At least, you're glad these aren't black too. There’s a queen-sized bed with clean white sheets. A cozy chair tucked in the corner by the window.

Subtle accents, ambient lighting, polished hardwood floors. Everything is immaculate. For a guest room, it’s insane.

After taking one last look around your new room, wrapping your mind around the fact that this would be your temporary living space, you follow Taehyung back out into the hallway.

Jungkook was on the floor near the couch now, one knee bent lazily as he fed something to Bam. The dog leans into his touch, eyes halfway shut as Jungkook scratches behind his ear.

There's something oddly domestic about it that makes you pause for a bit.

“Wait,” Taehyung turns to Jungkook. “Don’t you have your family dinners on sundays?”

Jungkook’s hums, eyes lifting lazily.

“Well, why don’t you introduce Y/N tonight?”

Your head snaps towards Taehyung, and you instinctively glance at Jungkook, expecting him to maybe push it to next week.

“If she’s free.”

If she's free.

Your laundry’s done. You've graded the remaining sheets. Also planned tomorrow's schedule before arriving here.

So yes, technically, you’re free.

But. Tonight?

You try keeping your expression neutral even as a mini internal spiral takes place. Because apparently, your debut as a fake fiancee might be happening in just a few hours. Over dinner. With his entire family.

Your wardrobe looks like it exploded.

There’s a green dress hanging halfway off your mirror. A blouse crumpled on the floor. Your favorite wide-leg trousers you wore once to a conference, now flung on the bed. And still- you’re standing there, staring blankly at the mess like it's all somehow going to organize itself and whisper the right choice to you.

Because, what the hell are you even supposed to wear to meet your fake fiance’s family?

Scratch that.

Insanely attractive, billionaire fake fiancee.

You exhale, knuckles brushing the edge of a black dress. Maybe this one.

According to Taehyung, tonight actually worked out perfectly. With almost two weeks left before the New Year, it would be the right time to tell the family now, have the marriage registered right after the holidays. The contract would then run cleanly for a year. A full, tidy timeline.

Right. Clean and simple. Just pretend for an entire year that you’re married to a man who’s given you less warmth than the weather outside.

How did this escalate so fast?

Just a few days ago, you were walking around campus with your usual schedule, grading papers and planning lectures while sipping mediocre coffee in the university breakroom. A week ago, your biggest stress was grading three dozen barely legible midterm papers.

Now, here you are. Choosing an outfit for dinner with your to-be fake in-laws.

Fake in-laws.

You close your eyes for a second groaning lightly into your hands.

Taehyung had dropped you home from Jungkook’s place. After the world’s most formal fake-marriage negotiation. You'd barely buckled your seatbelt before letting out a dramatic sigh, “What have you gotten me into?”

He had only laughed, because of course he had. “Come on. Just think of it as something fun. You needed a little crazy beside your professor routine anyway.”

Fun.

Insane, as well.

“Taehyung, I have to meet his parents tonight already. What am I even supposed to wear to something like this?”

“It’s just a casual family dinner. Don't stress, it's nothing fancy. Just be yourself,” he’d grinned. “Go for a simple dress? Something nice. You always dress well anyway.”

Easy for him to say.

He wasn’t the one about to have a fake introduction as someone’s future daughter-in-law.

And just as he'd pulled up to your apartment, you’d leaned over, reminding him to send you the address before dinner.

But instead of reaching for his phone, he’d grinned.

“Oh, you don’t need it. Jungkook’s picking you up.”

“Wha—”

Before you could fully process that horrifying detail, he was already waving and speeding off.

So now… here you were.

Standing in your bedroom.

Worried about not only trying to figure out how to walk into his family dinner and pretend like you belonged, but also spiraling over the fact that Jeon Jungkook himself would be coming to pick you up.

You glance at the clock again.

Two and a half hours left.

You sink down on the edge of your bed, running a hand through your hair as your gaze drifts over the fabric chaos you’d created.

Your thoughts somehow flicker uninvited, back to Jungkook.

All jawline and unreadable eyes. The man hadn’t cracked a smile once. You weren’t sure if he was allergic to expression or just emotionally defunct. Either way, he seems too boring having to share a house with. Plus, his acting skills were highly questionable.

You don’t even finish the thought, falling backward onto your mattress, arms flung out dramatically.

The ceiling stares back at you.

You stare back.

This was your life now. Lying to a family. Pretending to love a man who looks like he couldn’t even pretend to like a good sandwich.

You close your eyes. Maybe you were going to hell for this. But you’d also be getting paid.

And get to live in a goddamn penthouse. So really, who were you to complain?

You sit up reaching for the dress, holding it to your body in the mirror. It's cute. Sophisticated as well. Alright.

A few hours pass by while you move around your apartment in distracted circles, telling yourself you're not counting the minutes- but of course you are.

You'd debated about texting Taehyung to fake an emergency. Debated just not going at all.

You eventually drag yourself to your vanity.

It’s already close to 8:30.

You step into the black ankle-length dress you’d picked out earlier. You keep your makeup soft and minimal, while slipping on a pair of delicate pearl studs. A hint of warmth on your cheeks and a subtle gloss.

You stare at your reflection.

Almost done.

It was nearing nine. That’s when you’d agreed to leave.

And yet… no word from Jungkook. No heads-up.

You side-eye your phone on the dresser.

Taehyung had given you his number. But you weren’t about to text him first. He was the one picking you up, after all. It was basic courtesy to inform someone you were about to arrive, right?

You check the time.

8:52 PM.

You huff, turning back to your dresser to spritz some perfume, when your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: I’m outside.

You stare.

That’s it?

You scoff under your breath. This man.

Nothing remotely resembling human decency. Just a dry little notification that, frankly, would've had you blocking him on instinct if you didn’t already save his name.

You grab your phone, typing out a reply.

You: coming.

With one last breath to gather yourself, you slip into your heels before locking the door behind you, stepping into the elevator.

As the doors slide open to the lobby, your eyes immediately land on a sleek black Mercedes parked just outside the building. Polished to near mirror-gloss with dark-tinted windows.

You didn’t see Jungkook, but you didn’t need to. Of course this was his.

You walk towards it, reaching for the passenger-side door, offering a polite, “Hey.” Your gaze shoots up to his well-tailored button-down. He's wearing black too.

“Oh, we match.” you say, slipping into the seat and shutting the door behind you. “We already look halfway to power couple.” You let out a light laugh. Then, for emphasis, laugh again.

Jungkook doesn't.

Your smile falters. You look ahead again, internally cringing. God forbid the man even fake a chuckle.

You shift slightly in your seat, eyes flicking sideways to him as the car starts moving.

God. He smelled good. His sleeves were pushed to his forearms, enough to reveal the intricate ink that curled along his skin. The fucking tattoos-

No. Focus.

“So,” you say, “just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“We met through Taehyung.. And we’ve been dating for over a year? right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure your family won’t ask more?”

“Hm.”

Right. So full of words, wasn’t he?

You tilt your head, “We should add something more... don’t you think? more believable for everyone to buy?”

He doesn’t answer, so you keep going.

“How about…,” you offer with some thinking, “you met me at Taehyung’s house party. Saw me from across the room. And fell head over heels for me. Couldn’t stop thinking about me since.”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong frown.

You turn to him with an expectant smile at your suggestion.

“No.”

You lean back in your seat, muttering more to yourself than to him, “Well, it’s definitely not me who would’ve fallen first so...”

He exhales through his nose, “My family won’t ask for that much detail. Just acting is enough.”

“Alright,” you hum, looking out of the windows.

Silence settles for a beat, before you glance at him again. “Okay, just out of curiosity. Do you have any secret escape doors in the house?”

He frowns.

You raise a brow innocently. “I’m just saying, I don’t trust your acting skills yet. So in case your family catches on and decides to throw me out, I'd really like to know if I have the chance to sneak out or something.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek, clearly holding back a response, most likely irritation.

Okay, you need to stop. In your defense it was a fair warning to keep his acting in check.

A few more minutes pass, while you stare out the window, watching the city lights melt into quieter streets. While also with the thought that you don't get it how he was so… calm? without even a hint of nerves.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you ask, turning your face towards him again. “I mean… you’re about to lie to your family about something pretty huge.”

He just stares ahead, gaze fixed on the road like you hadn’t even spoken.

Wow.

“You seem like you’ve done this many times before.” You let out a tiny scoff as you lean back crossing your arms.

Jungkook finally gives a short flick of his head throwing you a look.

Your eyes widen slightly before you snap your gaze back to the road ahead. You fold your hands in your lap, lips pressing together to stop yourself from speaking again.

You didn’t say a word for the next ten minutes. Thankfully. And Jungkook, as expected seems perfectly content with the quiet.

The car slows. And comes the Jeon house view. House was an understatement, though. It was more like an estate. Tall gates, sleek modern architecture, wide windows framed in black steel.

Jungkook pulls into the wide driveway and parks near the front entrance before unbuckling his seatbelt, then waits.

Right. You blink, quickly gathering your purse and stepping out of the car.

Jungkook steps out from his side a second later, walking around the car and heading towards the entrance.

You watch him go for a second, but somehow you stand frozen as your thoughts swirl with growing absurdity. What if his parents can smell the lie the moment they see you? Worst case scenario: what if someone actually throws wine on your face?

“Do you plan on standing there all night?”

You jolt upright, eyes snapping to meet his. Shit. He’s standing halfway to the entrance, hands in his pockets, eyebrow barely raised.

You hurry forward to catch up, adjusting your pace so you don’t trip on the pavement. “Sorry,” you mutter, sarcasm lacing your tone, as you reach his side. “I can't really match your level of calm.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not that you expected anything. You follow him up the smooth stone path that led to the double doors. Jungkook stops just as you reach the base of the entrance steps, pressing his thumb against a sleek glass panel beside the door. A soft beep follows, and the lock clicks open.

He glances at you, then down briefly. You pause beside him, looking up. He slightly lifts one arm wordlessly. You're confused at first, but then it clicks.

Couple.

He's getting into the act. Good.

You step closer, gently looping your hand around his arm. Your fingers curl ever so slightly around the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his sleeve and Oh my god.

What the hell does he lift—Buildings?

You clear your throat softly.

Jungkook glances at you once more, before you both enter.

The house is stunning.

Your heels tap softly against the marble floors. Your eyes instinctively scan the space, sweeping over elegant wood accents, a curved staircase spiraling down one side. The ceilings stretch high above with a massive chandelier. The lighting is soft and ambient. Clean walls adorned with modern abstract art in rich tones. You bet each of the pieces cost more than your monthly rent.

“Rae, come down in five minutes, okay?”

You turn at the voice, just as a figure begins to descend the staircase.

Harin. You recognize her instantly. From the photo Taehyung had shown you. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.

She’s even gorgeous in person. Tall, elegant, wrapped in a soft mauve blouse tucked into tailored trousers. Her hair is dark, swept into a low bun with loose strands framing her face. She moves with the kind of graceful ease that makes you immediately conscious of your own posture.

Her eyes meet yours for just a second before flicking to Jungkook.

And there's an audible gasp.

“I seriously thought you were lying that day,” she says breathlessly, her voice landing on Jungkook with something between disbelief and awe.

“Oh!, I’m so sorry—hi!” She walks over briskly, offering her hand to you with a warm smile. “I’m Harin. Jungkook’s sister-in-law.”

You shake her hand gently, offering a soft smile and introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. I'm Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Such a lovely name,” she says, still eyeing the both of you, her tone rising with excitement.

“I can't believe he'd been hiding someone all this time,” she continues, throwing a teasing tone towards Jungkook.

You laugh softly, not knowing how to respond, but finding her energy contagious.

You glance sideways at him. He hasn’t said a word. His expression hasn’t changed much. But there's something almost imperceptible in the way his brow twitches.

“Anyways, come on. Everyone’s inside. I can’t wait to see their faces.” She giggles softly.

You offer a small smile. Harin’s warmth helps soothe some of the nervous energy that had been buzzing in your chest since the car ride.

There's a long hallway extended from the foyer, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear some low indistinct chatter along with soft laughter. Your eyes drift ahead to one door, further down and slightly ajar, glowed golden under the ambient lighting. The dining room, most likely. You just follow Jungkook's lead, matching your steps to his.

“Look who’s here,” Harin calls, unable to hide her glee.

Her reaction causes everyone else at the table to pause. All eyes turning towards you and Jungkook, standing just inside the doorway.

Your grip tightens slightly on his arm before you remind yourself to let go.

Jungkook’s father is the first person you notice. Suited, with a glass of red wine in hand. He’d been talking to another man who you now realize is Seojun, Jungkook’s older brother. Jungkook’s mother sits near the center of the table, when she notices you, eyes going sightly wide.

“Omo!” A delighted voice rises from beside her.

A woman in a lavender hanbok stands up, her silver hair swept into an elegant twist. She walks toward you with graceful steps, smile blooming wide across her face.

There's no doubt guessing her. Jungkook’s grandmother.

“You were hiding such a beautiful girl from us all this time?” she says, eyes twinkling as they take you in.

You bow respectfully, offering a genuine smile.

She beams, placing one hand on your arm, “Aigoo,” she murmurs, half to herself. “She’s so pretty.”

Your cheeks warm at that. “Thank you, halmeoni.”

Her eyes soften further.

Stepping forward, you offer a bow to the rest of the family, feeling the pressure of every gaze on you as you do.

Jungkook finally speaks beside you.

“This is Y/N.”

A pause.

“My girlfriend.”

You lift your head slowly.

His mother stands next. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, moving towards you with a bright smile. “Welcome.”

“Thank you so much. It’s so nice to see everyone.”

“Oh, come on,” she waves softly, “We probably wouldn’t have even met you if I hadn’t brought up the idea of arranging his marriage.”

A chuckle travels down the table.

His father nods politely. “Glad you could join us.”

You offer one more round of polite bows.

“Come, sit,” his mother gestures toward the table. “Let's start with the dinner.”

You murmur a quiet thank you and follow Jungkook as he leads you towards the two empty seats in the middle of the table.

“They’re even twinning, do you see?” Harin giggles, whispering to her husband. Seojun stifles a laugh, murmuring something back.

Jungkook pulls out your chair first, surprising you, and then takes the seat beside you. You sit there, hands folded politely in your lap, stealing a glance at the man beside you as he pours himself a drink.

“Well, how long have you guys been together?” Seojun directs the question at you, clearly curious.

“It’s been... over a year now,” you say, keeping your voice gentle.

“Over a year!?” Halmeoni bursts out. “Jungkook-ah! We’ve been worrying ourselves sick that you’d never find someone and you’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend for so long?”

“Tch what did you expect from him?” Seojun clicks his tongue with a soft chuckle. “He’s an expert at hiding things.”

Jungkook merely takes a sip of his wine, not bothering to make a comment.

Great. This is it. Jungkook’s complete lack of effort is going to get you both exposed and they’ll all realize you're a fraud. You smile tightly while internally rehearsing your apology in case someone confronts you.

“How did you two meet?” Harin’s voice cuts through the tension with genuine curiosity. And you feel all eyes on you again, feeling the spotlight on you.

Jungkook answers first, “Through Taehyung.”

His mother lets out a small ‘ahh.’ “Even Taehyung hid this from us, that boy…,” she mutters, shaking her head with a small smile. “Leave it, we’re just glad you have someone, Jungkook-ah. We were starting to think you wouldn't ever want to get married at all.”

Everyone laughs softly in agreement.

Judging by his family’s reactions, it seems they’re genuinely relieved to believe he’s finally letting someone in. You almost scoff. Yeah. No wonder they’re shocked. Who would willingly sign up to commit to a walking statue? A Greek statue, but whatever.

“Tell us more, Y/N! How did it all happen?” Harin jumps in again. Her words are joined by small murmurs of agreement from others around the table.

You glance instinctively at Jungkook. His fingers tighten slightly around the stem of his glass, and he throws you a brief glance. You gave up the thought to map out the details of the lie after he'd assured you that his family wouldn’t prod.

But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

So you swallow, blurting out the first thing that comes to you before they notice something off.

“We... met at Taehyung’s house party for the first time,” you say quickly. “He um... spilled his drink on me by accident. Then he apologized, and we ended up talking... and sort of clicked. Things just... happened from there.”

Jungkook’s hand momentarily pauses mid-motion with the spoon, while you force out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s such a rom-com moment,” Harin finally speaks.

The others join in with soft chuckles, the atmosphere easing around you. You let out a quiet exhale, your own laugh joining theirs, though your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Jungkook's eyes flick towards you for a fraction of a second and you give him an awkward smile on reflex.

After the initial curiosity over your relationship with Jungkook, the focus shifts more naturally towards you. Jungkook’s father asks about your profession, clearly impressed when you speak about your role at the university. His mother follows up with gentle questions about your background. You share just enough, choosing your words carefully but never feeling interrogated.

Throughout the conversation, everyone is surprisingly involved and kind.

Jungkook, on the other hand, remains mostly quiet, answering a few things when necessary. He adds small details to what you share. Nevertheless, everyone seems to be used to his minimalism.

Seojun cracks a few jokes at Jungkook’s expense, about how surprising it is to see him actually bring someone home. Even you chuckle, trying to play along as naturally as possible.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if Jungkook’s disinterest in marriage isn’t just about buying time, but about avoiding the idea entirely. Still, seeing how genuinely happy his family is now, you can understand why he agreed to all this in the first place.

Jungkook’s grandmother especially keeps the atmosphere warm, asking small questions about your life, making sure you tried all her favorite dishes, offering you seconds.

However, you can tell that this family, despite the wealth, the status, the formality of the home, there’s something deeply warm and close about them all.

A little while in, Rae finally comes down to join, settling beside her mother. She smiles shyly at you at first, but warms up quickly after a few exchanged words, and just like that, you feel another wall fall away.

As the evening wears on, your nerves begin to ease. You find yourself smiling more easily, laughing without thinking twice. The warmth is oddly comforting.

By the time the conversation circles back toward the two of you, the air has softened entirely.

“So, have you two given any thought to marriage?” His mother glances between you and Jungkook.

You smile, heart hammering faintly as you glance at Jungkook briefly before answering, “We hadn’t really been thinking about it before… but now, it feels like the right time.”

Jungkook nods once beside you, and that’s all it takes. The table lights up with happy responses and smiles.

After the dinner, everyone scatters comfortably across plush couches and armchairs in the living room. You sit beside Harin, engaged in light chatter. Meanwhile, Jungkook speaks to his brother nearby.

Jungkook’s mother gently raises her voice, drawing everyone's attention. “Alright, now that we’ve had a wonderful dinner and all properly met Y/N,” she says, her gaze affectionate as it falls on you both, “I think it’s time we talk about the wedding.”

“There hasn’t been a Jeon wedding in so long,” Harin adds with excitement.

“Yeah, there’s so much to plan — the venue, the guest list, outfits —”

“We’ve decided on a court marriage.”

Jungkook interrupts with a calm voice.

“A court marriage?,” Jungkook's father voice fills.

“Trust Jungkook to go for the most minimal option possible.” Seojun chuckles under his breath.

Jungkook’s gaze flicks to yours, “We both prefer it.”

You nod gently, adding, “Yes. We’d like to keep it simple.”

“Well,” his mother's smile returning softer now, “if that’s what you both want, that’s what matters most.”

Everyone agrees with the decision. Plans or no plans, everyone seemed simply happy that Jungkook wasn’t alone anymore. That he had someone beside him.

And that makes a small flicker of guilt beneath the smile you wear. Because only you both knew how temporary that truth really was.

As the night comes to an end, Rae asks if you’ll come visit again. You just smile and say you'd love to. Harin gives you a warm hug, promising to meet up soon, while Seojun playfully teases Jungkook about something.

You turn to Jungkook’s parents next, offering them both a respectful bow and politely addressing them by their surnames. She immediately waves it off with a cheerful laugh, telling you you'd be calling her Mom soon anyway. The hall echoes with a few soft laughs at her remark. Jungkook's grandmother cups your hands in hers, asking you to visit again soon.

Jungkook keeps close by, exchanging brief words with a few family members, before gently ushering you towards the door when it's time to leave.

“Can you believe it?” you turn to Jungkook as soon as the car door clicks shut behind you, and he pulls away from the Jeon estate.

You shake your head in disbelief, murmuring to yourself, “I really thought someone was going to call us out.”

Jungkook's eyes were on the road ahead.

"But I was pretty good, right? Though you haven’t seen my full range yet.”

His eyes flick sideways to you before focusing back on the road.

“And you were... kinda believable too” you nod sagely.

For a fake couple, you two made a pretty decent team. You hum thinking to yourself.

The ride continues as the city blurs past in amber streetlights. Occasionally, your eyes drift to his hand relaxed on the wheel. Despite the ease in his posture, you catch the faint furrow between his brows.

Soon enough, Jungkook pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Well" you offer, attempting a smile, “see you… at court?”

Jungkook stares at you unblinking.

“Cool. Goodnight.” You clear your throat, turning on your heel quickly, not waiting for a reply. You should stop with this really.

Jungkook's penthouse is dark when he steps inside.

Shirt halfway unbuttoned by the time he reaches the bar. Pouring himself a drink and gulping it all at once. The whiskey burns down his throat the way he likes it.

It should’ve felt like a win. The plan worked. His family bought it. He did what he was supposed to do.

But the bitterness that settles at the back of his throat has nothing to do with the alcohol.

A girlfriend.

After all this time.

Jeon Jungkook was finally normal.

He scoffs to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Was he failing at life just because he wasn’t dating someone? Everyone acted like being with someone made him better. It shouldn’t bother him. He’s used to people misunderstanding his solitude. But tonight, it grated more than usual.

Was the mere fact that he had someone beside him made him more complete? More worthy of praise? Like he’d finally caught up with the rest of the world.

His jaw clenches at the thought. Is this the most miraculous thing he could’ve achieved.

A relationship. A woman beside him.

And the said relationship they were celebrating didn’t even exist.

A bitter scoff escapes him.

And now?

Now he had to live with it.

He pours another drink but doesn’t take a sip this time, only stares at the liquid.

His brain had envisioned someone quieter — especially if the said someone were supposed to be a professor. Someone who only spoke when necessary. Someone who respected silence, like he did.

Instead, he got you.

You were just someone he’d pulled into this mess for convenience. You’d barely known him and yet you still managed to walk into his house and make everyone feel like you belonged there more than he did.

Also someone who, so far, talked too much, made up a half-baked lie, and somehow made it worse — like that ridiculous drink-spilling story you told in front of his entire family.

He rubs the bridge of his nose.

Who the hell spills a drink at a house party and falls in love over it?

You, apparently.

And somehow it worked. His family had bought every word of your chaotic last-minute story.

He stares at the city lights outside his window. Seoul glimmered beneath him, but his mind was elsewhere.

He signed up for this.

One year, he reminds himself.

That’s it.

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[kooklovee]

QUARTER PAST FOUR

⏲︎ Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

︎⏲︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

⏲︎ Age restrictions: 18+

⏲︎ Size: one shot (12 500+ words)

⏲︎ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t)

⏲︎ From author: Note at the end of the story👇🏻 Once again, I couldn't keep it short 🤭

⏲︎ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul 🫠🥰💗

⏲︎ Permanent tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @someoneelse0109, @kooklovee, @kookiesncreamri, @kooko009, @bhonbhon, @smokinghotstargirl, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @indigomoonchild09, @goldenboysmuse, @hisdecalcomania17, @ggingerismm, @tranquilreign, @asyr97, @mar-lo-pap, @diame93 @kash98 (If anyone wants to be add to my permanent list of tags, let me know 🥰)

⏲︎ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If you’re sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment — please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 🥺 Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

The nightclub pulsated with lights and rhythm. Any heavy thoughts dissolved in the bass vibrations in your chest. Alcohol, human bodies, smoke, and light—everything merged into one endless night. You sat on the sofa with your colleagues — after a stressful week, it was a well-deserved rest. Instead of the usual trip to a restaurant with grilled beef and soju, one of your colleagues, Inha, suggested going to a club, and everyone agreed that it was a good idea.

Your glass was not yet empty, and the smile you gave the guy next to you seemed sincere. He was new to the department, handsome, and easy to talk to. His hand accidentally touched your shoulder, his jokes made you laugh, and you felt the attention you had been missing for so long.

Each cocktail seemed to relieve the tension from your shoulders. The image of one man who had been haunting you for a long time was fading. His features were blurring, disappearing somewhere in the fog of the night lights.

And now all you saw was Donmin. His attentive gaze. His closeness. His desire, which was evident in his every movement.

You hadn't had sex in over two months. Not since Jungkook disappeared. The thought of giving yourself to someone else finally stopped seeming impossible. It lit up in your head like a green light, alarming and seductive.

The evening continued. For the first time in a long time, your mood was genuinely positive. Four cocktails brought a sense of lightness and carefreeness. And when Donmin sat closer, touching your thighs with his, you did not pull away.

"Are you sure you can handle another one?" His voice was soft, his gaze playful. You clamped the straw between your lips and sipped the liquid, feeling the bitter taste of the cocktail on your tongue.

"I'm much tougher than you think," you smiled. You weren't trying to be seductive. But it came naturally. His gaze lingered on your lips, then slowly rose to your eyes. Donmin leaned closer, his hot breath touching your ear.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered.

But his words were like background noise mixed with loud bass. Your eyes met a gaze you didn't expect to see. Eyes you swore you would never look for again. And yet... they were looking at you.

A few tables ahead of yours, you saw Jungkook. He was watching you intently — and you didn't know how long he had been staring. But when your eyes met his, a cheeky, familiar smile slowly appeared on his lips, sending a wave of heat through your body.

Jungkook. The man who caused you emotional pain. The man you fell in love with, even though you had no right to.

You knew what he was like — not someone who would offer a serious relationship, not someone with whom you would have a happy marriage. But there was something magnetic about him. Something that made every cell in your body burn with endless fire.

You turned away.

You took a sip of your cocktail, trying to hide behind your glass. You turned away so you wouldn't see him anymore — not his eyes, not his smile.

But your heart was already pounding like crazy.

And Donmin noticed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

"Yes," you replied, forcing a smile. But inside, your insides felt like they were being beaten with a spoon.

Donmin looked awkward because he had confessed that he wanted to kiss you. But you didn't notice that; you were trying to control the wave of emotions inside you. He thought you had taken his confession too seriously.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry if I was pushy..." he said guiltily. You looked up at him and tried to understand what he meant for a few seconds, and when you understood, you decided to smooth things over.

"It's okay, I like you too, but I don't want to rush things," you said kindly. He nodded in agreement, relieved, and continued talking to you.

The other colleagues who came with you to the club returned to the table after dancing. You tried to hold back, but the thought of Jungkook being there, and so close, made you feel noticeably nervous.

You accidentally glanced in his direction while watching a colleague tell a story and saw Jongkook's face again. He was still sitting at that table in the company of men. You saw his profile, the line of his jaw that you had studied so well with your lips. He was turned toward his friend and laughing. You saw his nose wrinkle and his double piercing glint in the neon light. His satisfied smile made your heart ache. Jungkook was indecently attractive, and you didn't know how he could be even more attractive to you, considering the fact that he had disappeared without any explanation.

You met him a little over four months ago.

It was your colleague's friend's party in honor of her thirtieth birthday. You didn't expect anything special from that day — just another birthday, another evening in the company of friends and strangers. Sajin invited you to a restaurant and said she would introduce you to some guy named Jungkook, her boyfriend's friend. She said you would like him when she heard about your passion for tattoos.

You went to that party without any hope of meeting anyone, you even forgot that your friend had reminded you several times that he would be there too.

You were terribly late to the restaurant because you had a problem with the dress you had to buy at the last minute. You arrived by taxi. Thanking the driver on the way, you quickly got out of the car, holding a lush bouquet of flowers and a large gift package in your hands.

The heels on your shoes didn't hold you properly because you were in a hurry, and you stumbled several times.

Looking to make sure you didn't catch your skirt, you didn't see where you were going and almost ran into a man in front of the restaurant entrance.

He held you with his hands so you wouldn't fall.

"Hey, be careful," you heard his voice. You didn't look up, walking away while still feeling his hands on your forearms. You bowed quickly several times, apologizing.

But when you looked up and saw him, your heart skipped a beat.

The first thing you saw were his eyes.

Dark, heavy, with a gaze that seemed to read you instantly. And then — the tattoo. It started at his fingers, ran up his entire right arm and disappeared somewhere under the edge of his T-shirt, peeking out from behind his collar and touching his collarbone.

The design was colorful, graphic, with thick lines. His lips were adorned with a double piercing.

The metal rings glistened in the light of the sun. And, damn it, it looked... damn attractive.

His hair was dark, parted in the middle, with a falling fringe.

A black T-shirt hugged his body, emphasizing his muscles. And on his hips were classic black pants. He was dressed stylishly, but his image was completely rebellious.

You stared at him for too long and only came to your senses when he smiled playfully.

"The party hasn't started yet, you're just in time," he said, looking you up and down. And the way he did it so brazenly and slowly made you feel like you'd been electrocuted.

Your heart sank. Your breath caught in your throat. You nodded with a slight smile, hiding your nervousness behind restraint.

"Thank you," you said, walking past the guy and hurrying to the restaurant. Not seeing him turn around, take out a cigarette, and keep his eyes on your figure.

Later, Sajin introduced you officially.

"This is Jungkook," she said. "He's my Jimin's best friend. They grew up together," and then you realized that this was the same guy your friend had wanted to introduce you to for so long.

"Nice to meet you," you replied, but he didn't shake your hand.

He lingered his eyes on your lips and said,

"Nice to meet you too," he smiled as if he had already decided he wanted you. You had a short conversation in front of Sajin, and as he was leaving, he said, "See you later."

You had a good time, and constantly keeping your eye on Jungkook. His gaze constantly met yours, and you couldn't help but notice the spark that ignited between you instantly. Jungkook was with his friends for a while, but when your eyes lingered longer, he decided to approach you.

You talked, he asked you a lot of questions, and you willingly answered. And when you tried to ask him something about himself, he skillfully avoided the questions, distracting you with casual touches, questions about your jewelry or dress.

Towards the end of the party, you became even closer to Jungkook. You remember wanting to dance, so you went to the dance floor. You asked him to dance with you, but he remained standing by the table where you were drinking champagne. You moved with a feeling of freedom and lightness, and suddenly felt him standing behind you. His palm touched your thigh. You turned around to meet his playful eyes. You smiled seductively, touching his crotch with your buttocks.

He endured only a few movements, then leaned over and whispered in your ear:

"You shouldn't tease me with your sweet buttocks, otherwise I can't be held responsible for my actions."

His breath and low voice in your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, awakening your desire.

You continued to rub against his crotch, pressing so that there was not even a millimeter between you. Your back touched his chest, and his palms rested on your thighs, as if that was the place they were meant to be.

"Am I really teasing you?" you asked innocently. Jungkook squeezed your thighs with his fingers, and you could clearly feel his cock getting hard. He turned your face, moving in time with you and the music. The people around you seemed not to notice you, just as you did not notice them. Jongkook stared at your lips, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"You've teased me and you must be punished for it," he said. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile, and the next moment his lips were already on yours. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours. He was persistent, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. You felt yourself getting wet. His cock was pressing against your buttocks, and all you wanted was for Jungkook to fuck you.

You weren't a fan of sex on the first date or with a stranger, but Jongkook completely changed your views. He broke away from your lips, still holding you close. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, seeing only complete desire and your consent. He took your hand and silently led you to the bathroom.

He fucked you right on the table by the sink. Jungkook was dominant but attentive to every part of your body. He touched you, bringing you to blissful pleasure like no one else before him. He did everything to make sure you got the most pleasure, and his dirty talk during sex enhanced the effect of his actions. That evening, you had the best orgasms of your life and were glad you let it happen.

He smiled at you in the mirror after he came on you, his forehead covered in sweat. You quickly cleaned yourselves up and returned to the hall unnoticed.

In the early morning, he drove you home in his car. The black Genesis GV80 matched his image, and he looked so natural behind the wheel of this car.

As you said goodbye, Jungkook kissed you and you exchanged numbers.

And you remember that you didn't expect a message or a call from him. You thought Jungkook looked like the type who had casual relationships. But when he came to your house the next evening, you definitely didn't expect it, and you were pleasantly surprised that he actually remembered where you lived. But he remembered.

And since then, he started coming over. Late. No calls, no warnings. He just showed up — sometimes at night, sometimes in the early morning. You got used to waiting for him, and he came. At first, it was less often, but then more and more often. Each of your meetings began with a glance, a casual conversation. And ended with sex.

It wasn't love. You weren't a couple. You just became friends with benefits, with crazy sex that was like a drug for both of you. Your meetings continued for several months until Jungkook disappeared.

You turned your head away so he wouldn't notice your gaze. It was getting harder and harder to be in that club.

You warned that you were going to the bathroom when your bladder was overflowing. You got up, leaving your glass on the table, and headed for the hallway. People were crowded around the entrance to the restroom — some were smoking, some were kissing, laughing, holding hands. The space was stuffy and filled with the scents of perfume, smoke, and alcohol.

You went into the women's restroom. You closed the door. You just sat down, sighed, and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

It was supposed to be a normal evening. It was supposed to be a step forward. But everything was pulling you back again.

When you came out, your thoughts had calmed down a little. Until the moment when you were almost back at the entrance to the hall — you bumped into him.

Jungkook was standing right in front of you.

As always, he was calm, confident, almost defiantly relaxed.

You took a step to the side, trying to walk past him, but he took a step with you, blocking your way. You tried again to walk past him, but at that moment, his hand rested on your waist. You felt yourself being pressed against the cold wall.

"Did you really want to walk past without even saying hello?" he asked quietly but defiantly. Your jaw tensed.

"Does someone who ran away as soon as they heard a confession of love need a greeting?" you replied sarcastically.

He smiled.

He slowly ran his fingers down your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Have you fallen out of love with me so quickly that you don't even want to say 'hello'?"

You were angry that he had the audacity to mention your feelings for him.

"Go to hell," you said clearly, clenching your teeth. He grimaced as if he had heard something really unpleasant, but with a playful note.

"You shouldn't be mad at me," his smile didn't fade. "We agreed it was just sex. I didn't know you would take it so seriously."

You raised your eyebrows, and the memory of night when you see him at the last time flashed unpleasantly through your mind.

You were in your bathroom. It was almost 5 a.m., and Jungkook often came at 4:15 a.m. Lately, he had been coming at exactly that time. When you asked him why he came at that time almost every morning, you only got a long, greedy kiss and the words, "I missed my favorite pussy."

You wanted to hear that he missed you, not the opportunity to fuck you.

Jungkook also often came home with scratches, which you carefully treated. Your intuition screamed that he was involved in something... dark. But you kept quiet and didn't ask any more questions. Because you saw how he avoided them, and you wanted him. Only him.

You began to feel that sex alone was no longer enough for you. You wanted this man not only at night, you wanted him to be with you during the day as well. The way he treated you, being attentive and caring after sex, created the illusion of mutual feelings that seemed to offer hope. But as it turned out, Jungkook had a completely different perception of your relationship.

He was deep inside you. You sat on top of him, pressed tightly against his body under the citrus-scented water. Foam covered your hands, and warm water spilled out every time he moved sharply inside you, trying to go deeper, stimulating your G-spot with his large, thick cock.

You merged in another passionate kiss, which was never enough. Jungkook fucked you, enjoying the tightness of your pussy.

You broke the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, moaning with pleasure. He kissed your neck, moving inside you, and you whispered:

"Kook..." He didn't answer, just continued kissing and fucking you. "I feel so good... I feel so good with you..." you said between moans. Hearing your words, Jongkook looked up at you and quickened his movements. You, in turn, moved to meet his hips.

You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with burning eyes.

"Maybe we should see each other more often... Not just at night?" you asked, pausing for a moment. Jungkook also froze at your question, then thrust into you as deeply as possible, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Are you really so greedy for my cock that you want to see me more often?" he smiled playfully. But there was no lightness in his gaze. You remembered how to breathe, feeling blissful pleasure between your legs.

"No... It's just... I think we could spend more time together," you tried to catch your breath while Jungkook rhythmically fucked you, while you wanted to say important things. He looked at you without taking his eyes off you. "I want to be closer to you..." you gathered your courage and said, "You... are constantly on my mind, and I feel like I feel something more than just physical attraction to you."

Jungkook stopped, and you felt something stir in your lower abdomen. His face was serious, but when he spoke, his voice sounded mocking:

"Are you in love with me?"

You didn't expect him to ask that question directly. And you weren't ready to say it right now, but what you felt for Jungkook was love. It was clear from the way he never left your thoughts, from the way you liked absolutely everything about him: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline, every mole, the one under his lip and the one on his neck specifically, his voice, his soft hair, his tattoos, his piercings, his body, his fingers, his laugh, his humor, his way of thinking. There was nothing you didn't like about him.

"What will you do if it's true?" you asked. Jungkook raised one eyebrow, and you could clearly see the smirk on his face and that he wasn't being serious. He suddenly grabbed your waist with one hand and held your butt under the water with the other. You found yourself a few inches from his lips:

"Stop it," he interrupted coldly. "What people call 'love' will never be between us," he said seriously, and those words cut you like a knife. You wanted to get off him, to escape from the bathtub. But he held you, forced you to stay, not letting you get off, moving even deeper — and your weakness won again.

When you woke up in the afternoon, he was no longer there. You waited until the next morning, but he didn't come. You waited for the next few days, a week, and not a word, not a message from him. He disappeared. He just disappeared without explanation.

So now, looking at him, you feel the unbearable pain you suffered when he left, breaking your heart. For the first time, you sincerely wanted to slap someone.

"I don't want to know you, take your hands off me," you said, trying to break free from his grip, but without success. His body is too strong against yours.

He leaned closer, touched your temple with his nose, slid to your ear, and whispered:

"I don't believe you didn't miss me. Because I missed you. A lot."

You could barely contain yourself, your heart was pounding, and those damn butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. But you couldn't give in to him just because he said he missed you. If he really missed you, why didn't he come back sooner? Where had he been for the past two months? You raised your eyebrows even higher and said spitefully:

"I'm here with my colleague. I already have a partner. So I don't have time to miss you."

Jungkook's face tensed, but he smiled again.

"Is that the clown who was sitting next to you? All you did was laugh at him. He really does look like a joke."

You smiled too, realizing that you had hit him hard.

"Clown or no, he has every chance of fucking me tonight," you said cheekily. "And with you... it's over. So stop holding me back. Let go!" you said colorlessly.

The muscles in Jungkook's jaw twitched. He nervously touched the tip of his piercing with his tongue.

"You know," he leaned toward your lips, his voice becoming hoarse, "that no one fucks your pussy better than me."

Your pulse pounded in your temples. Your pupils dilated. You held your breath. And at that moment, his lips fell on yours — greedily, deeply, with all the passion that still lived between you.

At first you tried to pull away, but you gave up. His hands slid down to your buttocks, one sliding up your thigh to where the incision was. His palm touched your buttock and squeezed it hard. You felt yourself getting wet — just from that kiss. When he pulled away, you were both breathing heavily.

"I want you. Right now..." Jungkook whispered lowly, touching your forehead with his.

"No. I can't… I'm with my colleagues... I'm already long time to gone. They'll be looking for me..." you said, trying to stop it from happening. Even though it was what you had wanted so badly for the past few damn months. Jongkook just smiled, not taking your lame excuses seriously. His thumb touched your lips, pressing them gently.

"The parking lot. In ten minutes. I'll be waiting," he leaned down, bit your lower lip, and left.

You stood there, confused and excited. You couldn't gather your thoughts after everything that had happened. You tried to calm down. You adjusted your skirt. You took a deep breath. And you walked back to the table. You returned to your colleagues with a forced smile, trying to appear calm, but everything inside you was trembling. Your body was pulsing. Your legs felt like cotton. And in your head... there was only him.

You sat down next to Donmin, mechanically picked up your cocktail and took a few sips without hearing a word. In your imagination, Jungkook's gaze, his hands, his lips on yours were still burning.

Your body had already made its choice — it wanted him. So much so that it seemed you would go mad if you didn't feel him again.

But your mind was on fire. You needed to restrain yourself and not go to him. If you didn't go now, you might save yourself from further pain, which was only just beginning to subside. Perhaps if you don't go, you will finally become stronger and show Jungkook that he has no power over you. However, it was enough to remember his voice for a moment and how he said he wanted you to realize that you had lost this battle with yourself. Once again.

"I'm sorry... I... I need to make a call, it's very urgent..." you muttered, leaning toward Donmin, feigning shy guilt.

"It's okay. Don't rush," he smiled, completely unaware of what you were about to do.

Your feet carried you across the hall, through the neon lights, through the music that no longer mattered. You stepped outside. The cool air hit your face. You held your breath.

"I'm crazy," you said to yourself and moved on.

The parking lot was dimly lit. Cars were parked in rows. Jungkook was standing there leaning against the hood of his black Genesis, smoking. The closer you got, the faster your heart beat, but your need for this man was stronger than any emotion or fear inside you.

Jungkook was wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that exposed his tattoos. His piercing glinted in the light of the streetlamp when he turned his head. Jungkook threw away his cigarette butt when he noticed you.

The look he gave you...

If looks could undress, you would already be naked.

"You came," he said with a smile, as if it couldn't be any other way.

You were silent. You just stood a few steps away from him. And he approached you. Close.

His fingers touched your cheek, lightly, barely... and you felt that hot wave inside you start to burn again.

Jungkook kissed you, turning you toward the car and pressing you against it. It’s felt like fireworks inside you. Jungkook kissed you desperately, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

You clenched your fingers into his shirt at the back, moving your lips and tongue against his with no less passion. The desire that had been building up for two months burst out. And no one could stop you anymore.

When you found yourselves in the back seat of the car, he pulled you toward him, and you ended up on his lap. His lips pressed against yours again — hot, greedy. His hands tugged at your blouse, and you were already unbuttoning his belt.

Your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding as if it were about to burst out of your chest. You felt his fingers find you under your skirt, sliding suddenly to the wet center of your desire.

"You're already wet... for me, aren't you?" he whispered, squeezing your thigh.

You moaned as his movements on your clitoris became more intense. Jungkook watched your face with great pleasure, smearing the wetness between your folds, bringing you closer to orgasm.

You sating on him, face to face, and you could feel how aroused he was. His cock pressed right into your center, making you want more.

"I missed this pussy so much..." he whispered, pulling you close to him, his voice rough with desire. Leaving your pussy, his hands remove your blouse and he brazenly pushes your bra up to see your breasts. His fingers — confident, slightly rough, with scars on his knuckles — squeeze your nipples, playing with them while he kisses you.

Your moans merge with his breathing as Jungkook's tongue penetrates your mouth. He tastes you greedily, and your head is already spinning with pleasure, with Jungkook and the sensations he evokes in you.

Jungkook's lips slide down to your neck, biting your skin, leaving marks like seals of his right to you. You move your hips, making his cock harder. Jungkook squeezes your breasts with his palms and kisses them. His tongue sucks on your nipple. You watch Jungkook suck your nipple, running your fingers through his hair.

He with big pleasure your breasts while pressing your buttocks with his other hand, forcing you to rub against his cock. You hear his low growl, which sends shivers down your spine, and inside, everything tightens into a tight ball of anticipation.

"Take it off," he whispers, helping you slip off your skirt. You rise for a moment to pull down your panties — they're wet, just like you are.

He unzips his jeans, frees himself, and your eyes involuntarily drop — he is hard, ready, his tip glistening with excitement.

Jungkook grabs your waist and forces you onto him. You gasp, near his ear, holding your breath, feeling the pain. But the feeling of being filled with his cock is what you love most.

"Fuck..." he moaned, plunging into you all the way. A soft whimper escaped your lips , overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that engulfs you.

Jungkook begins to move his hips, and you instantly feel pleasure. He picks up the pace, and you cannot hold back the moans that accompany every movement of your bodies. Jungkook kisses you deeply, sweetly. He parts your lips and smiles. You move your hips to meet his, feeling every inch of his cock inside you.

"Yes, yes... just like that..." you whisper, squeezing his shoulders, giving in to the rhythm that turns you into pure desire. Your body is on fire, his touch is like fire.

"It’s good to you, baby?" Jungkook asks you with a cheeky smile on his lips, not stopping for a second.

"Yes," you say as you exhale.

"Hmm..." he grunts, "Yeah... it’s right no one fucks this pussy better than me."

Jungkook pressed you even tighter, as if wanting to convey all the power of his desire to you. His hands squeezed your buttocks harder. You felt your pulse beating in your temples, and every touch ignited you from within to an incredible heat.

Jungkook rose a little higher to increase the depth of penetration, and you felt a wave of even greater pleasure wash over your entire body. His movements became faster and more decisive, as if he wanted to drown himself in all this long-awaited pain and desire. Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed even the night could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the strength and tension of his muscles under your fingers.

You felt him harden inside you, and your walls felt the approach of pleasure, but Jungkook stopped. You opened your eyes to meet his full, hungry gaze. Your body begged for more.

"I want you from behind," his voice was low, slightly breathless. He lifted you up and you climbed off his lap. You turned around, kneeling with your back to him. Jungkook positioned himself behind you and his hands instantly slid around your waist, gently but firmly. His breath—burning, hot—touched your back. He made a trail of kisses along your spine.

Jungkook straightened up and, placing the head of his cock at your entrance, entered you again with one sharp thrust. You heard him moan. And it was so sexy.

"Yes. That's how you look perfect. My obedient girl..." He covered you with his body, touched your shoulder blade with his lips and whispered, "Hold on. Because I won't spare you," said Jungkook, finding your clitoris with his fingers. He smeared your wetness, stimulating you.

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a moan, but the rhythm of his fingers and thrusts quickly made you let go of all restraint. His movements were somewhat rough but precise — he knew how to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His lips touched your ear and you felt his heavy breathing, which made you even more desperate.

"You're so quiet today," Jungkook remarked, "I want to hear you, don't hold back your moans for me, baby. Scream," he commanded.

You obeyed him and no longer held back your voice, and your moans echoed loudly, filling the entire space between you.

Jungkook sped up, going wild, merging with you into a single body burning with passion. You felt the wave of orgasm already at the threshold, but he suddenly stopped again.

"It's not time yet," he said in a low voice. "I want you longer..." He turned you back around abruptly, lifted you onto his lap again, pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you so that you felt like you were floating in the endless ocean of his passion.

He turned you around and sat you on his cock. You felt it slide inside you. Jungkook's hands squeezed your breasts, and his lips kissed your neck. You grabbed the driver's seat for some support. His hands slid down to your hips, and he began to fuck you frantically.

Jungkook moved with such fury and power that you had no chance of forgetting reality. Each thrust was deep and penetrating, making your body tremble with excitement and pain at the same time, mixing sweet pleasure and sharp passion. You felt every cell, every nerve enveloped in a burning fire that grew stronger with each of his movements.

He possessed you, knew your every secret desire and subtly manipulated them. His fingers slid to your clitoris, stimulating you further, and his lips left hot marks on your neck and shoulders, like a brand confirming that you belonged only to him.

You swear that no one could fuck you better than him, and that made you happy and annoyed at the same time.

But you couldn't think about the messed-up relationship between you; all you could think and feel was the approaching wave of pleasure.

Jungkook squeezed your thighs, lifting you up and lowering you back down with incredible force. You felt every movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

The explosion of orgasm overwhelmed you like a storm, you clenched your fingers on the seat you were holding onto, surrendering to every wave of pleasure, and he didn't stop, putting all his strength and desire into every movement. You felt him accelerating to his peak, his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wanted to remembered that moment forever.

"I'm... going to..." he muttered, and at that moment you felt Jungkook spill inside you. His cock twitched, releasing his semen. Jungkook pressed his forehead against your back, and soon you both froze.

Your breathing was heavy. You sat on his cock for a while, recovering from your orgasm. And when you finally came to your senses, you moved. Jungkook straightened up behind you too. You felt him caressing your thighs, as if to calm you, and then one of his hands reached for your chin and he turned you toward him.

Jungkook's lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth unhindered, completely taking possession of yours. You kissed, putting an end to today's moment of passion. When he separated your lips, you clearly understood what had happened, and the awkwardness of the moment began to weigh on you.

You turned away and climbed off his lap, sitting down next to him. You silently began to get dressed, feeling Jungkook's gaze on you. He sat with his legs spread, naked. His cock glistened with your juices and his cum.

"Are you just going to leave silently?" Jungkook broke the silence. You felt a twinge inside from his rough, low voice, the one you loved to hear more than anything else in the world.

"What am I supposed to say?" you asked, pulling your skirt over your hips. Jungkook leaned toward your face, his lips almost touching yours. You stared at his lips, frozen.

"I don't know. Something like you've been waiting for your best orgasm for months and it finally happened," you raised your eyebrows. You forgot how rough and harsh he was in his words. "Or that you missed me and still love me..."

Jungkook seemed to be mocking you. And you couldn't let him enjoy the fact that you were suffering from unrequited love for him.

"All I can tell you now is that it was the last time. My parting gift to you," you smiled confidently and slowly, seeing his confusion, which he tried so hard to hide. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, and you put on your blouse and started buttoning it up. Your fingers were shaking, and you wanted to leave his car as quickly as possible.

"In what sense parting gift?" Jungkook asked, and you felt the tension in his voice.

"Literally. I don't want to see you anymore," you turned to him, trying not to look down. "I've been through it all. And I don't need your attention anymore. I'll find another man who will love me, not just want to fuck me," you got fully dressed, ready to go.

"Really?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow mockingly. "Is your clown first in line for that role?"

You gave him a cold look, then moved toward the door. You knew it wasn't locked, and that made you happy.

"All the best," you said, opening the car door and stepping out into the cool night, feeling Jungkook on every inch of your body.

You returned to your colleagues and spent the rest of the night in their company. Your mind was far away from them and their conversations. Your thoughts kept returning to Jungkook and the sex you had in his car. You don't really regret what happened. You want to put an end to your strange relationship with him, which in essence was not a relationship at all. However, you are almost powerless when he is around.

If it didn't hurt so much, you would forget Jungkook and find a man worthy of you who would want you not only at night, but also during the day. Jungkook is not a guy for a serious relationship, and you made a mistake falling in love with him.

Donmin, who never left your side, seemed like a really nice guy. So you let him sit closer, touch you, but his touch didn't spark anything. It wasn't like with Jungkook, who made your skin tingle from the very first touch. You sat next to him, barely listening to him, feeling Jungkook's semen dripping onto your underwear.

And again, the image of the one you wanted to erase is in your head. His eyes. His breath. His cock inside you. His voice...

"You know that no one fucks your pussy better than me..." These words cut deep, yet they also aroused you. You want he gone... You closed your eyes. You decided that this was the end. That this was the final nail in the coffin. A parting gift. But your body... it was as if it still belonged to him.

But the way he treated you led to a sober realization: he disappeared without explanation, and that says a lot. You didn't know where he had been all this time, what he had been doing, or with who he was. So how could you let someone back in who had already broken you with his silence?

Forget him. Erase him. It's over. But something else echoes in your head: No one can replace him. His warmth. His voice. His body. The way he looked at you after...

You squeezed your legs tighter. Feeling how the wetness still reminded you of him. Of him inside you. And you knew — love doesn't disappear so quickly.

It just hides under anger. Under pain. Under feigned indifference.

But now... Now you didn't want to play this war with yourself anymore.

"If only my eyes hadn't seen..." you thought. Because then, maybe your heart would have forgotten. But the truth was different. It was love. Painful, wrong, not the kind that brought pleasant feelings, but the kind that left deep wounds that hurt.

In the early morning, you let Donmin walk you home. He was kind, attentive, gentle. He said something — you nodded. But you hardly heard him.

When you stopped in front of the house, Donmin hugged you goodbye, saying he would see you at work. You hugged him back and said that if he wanted to, he could call. That was your way of hinting that you were open to developing your relationship. Donmin was more than happy and asked if he could call later that day to see how you were feeling, and you nodded, saying you would eagerly await to it. He nodded and left.

You went into the house. You took off your shoes, threw your purse on the nightstand, and removed your earrings. Your fingers touched the collar of your blouse, and the fatigue slipped from your shoulders. You began to undress. Everything in you wanted to be cleansed—your soul and your body. You headed toward the bathroom. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest. Donmin was a chance to start a new, healthy relationship, but somewhere deep inside, you weren't ready for it.

You touched the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor and you were left in your underwear. You picked up the skirt, clutching it in your hands. The memory of how Jungkook had lifted it up on you today made you feel a wave of excitement and sadness. You involuntarily glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was 4:14. Before your eyes, the minute changed and now the clock showed 4:15. Your heart quickened. This was the same time that Jungkook often came to see you. Almost every morning at 4:15, he was at your door, and you waited for him. You let him in, feeling your feelings grow with each passing day. And when he was last at your place at this time and you confessed your feelings to him, he never came back at that time again.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence and knocked all thoughts out of your head.

No.

It couldn't be him. But who could be coming to see you at this hour?

You threw on your robe and approached the door. You didn't want to look through the peephole. You didn't want to be disappointed if it wasn't him, or, on the contrary, to see him there and be afraid to open the door. You grabbed the handle. The coolness of the metal brought you back to reality. You pressed the button and opened the door.

Jungkook was standing on your doorstep. He was dressed the same as when you saw him today. He slowly raised his head when you opened the door and your eyes met. It was a moment that seemed so familiar, but it was not the same as before. Because now you weren't waiting for him to spend another night with him. You didn't expect to see him again, but he came as before. At the same time.

"What are you doing here?" escaped from your lips. Your voice was neither joyful nor sad. It sounded dry, a little harsh. Jungkook was silent for a moment, then took a step toward you. You instinctively took a step back.

"What you said in the car? Is that really what you want?" He stood over you, staring into your eyes. "You don't want to see me anymore?"

Your palms were sweaty. Your heart, which was already beating wildly in your chest, skipped a beat. He was here. Standing on your doorstep, asking if you really didn't want to see him. Had your words really hurt him?

"Yes," you said firmly, despite your condition. "I don't want to see you anymore." Jungkook didn't answer again, just looked at you as if you hadn't said anything and he was still waiting for your answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and said:

"You think you can disappear without warning. Not answering text messages or phone calls, knowing full well how I feel about you, and then showing up and thinking we'll continue as before?" You tried not to cry, even though the lump in your throat hurt. Jungkook laughed bitterly. He lowered his eyes for a moment, running his hand through his hair. You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears.

"Damn it... I really thought like that,"

You laughed sadly, almost mockingly.

"Then you're a complete asshole," you said, still smiling. Jungkook took half a step toward you, and you didn't back away. You're not sure if it was because you didn't want to or because you couldn't.

"I am an asshole," he agreed. His fingers touched your chin and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself tremble. His touch made you feel a wave of heat inside. He leaned a little closer, leaving a small distance between you. "I saw that clown walk you home. But apparently, he didn't get to fuck you tonight," Jungkook leaned even closer, touching your waist with his hand. "Is that because I already fucked you?"

Your eyes darted between his. You tried to find the right words, but his closeness made you forget how to think and speak.

"Get out" you whispered, closing your eyes because you couldn't bear his gaze. You felt his lips touch your cheek. He kissed you, moving his lips to your ear. You grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he stepped on you and in a moment you were pressed against the wall. The front door thundered, and you realize that he has closed it with his foot.

"You can't give yourself to anyone else because you only want me, right?" he whispers in your ear. His teeth bite your earlobe and you let out a trembling breath. "If to be honest, I wanted to rip this clown's arms off when he hugged you. Seeing another man touch you was unbearable for me," Jungkook moved closer to your face, "I never thought I was capable of jealousy,"

Jungkook pressed you closer, his thigh pressing against your pussy, and you felt yourself getting wet.

"Were you watching me? For how long?" you asked. Jungkook lowered his eyes to your lips, and you knew that if you didn't do something now, this morning would end like all the others. You would have sex again, and then he would just leave and come back when he wanted to. And then he would definitely see that you were powerless against him and couldn't fight him off.

"Long enough to see what made me feel this way. You even promised to eagerly await his call... Is your impatience the same when you wait for me when I’m come inside you or a little less?"

Jungkook's hand slipped under your robe and found the edge of your panties. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't move it. He didn't force himself. But he didn't take it away either.

Your eyes met again. Your eyes were burning — not with desire, but with indignation. With pain. With disappointment. And for the first time, he didn't see the usual submission there.

"Don't you dare," you said, referring to his words and his hands reaching for you. He still had his hand on your underwear, but it seemed that for the first time he didn't have easy access to it. "I woke up every damn morning at a quarter past four, hoping you would show up. You made me go through hell. And I want to forget you..." you whispered your last words. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you closed your eyes to calm down. Jungkook put one hand on the wall opposite your face and slipped the one you were holding into your panties, even though you tried to stop him.

When his fingers touched your clitoris, you held your breath, and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, taking complete possession of you. His palm pushed aside the fabric of your lace thong and he skillfully spread the moisture between your folds, kissing you until you were dizzy, making you moan into his mouth.

You felt his cock harden and press against your thigh. Your heart pounded in your temples, your breathing broken into ragged gasps. His fingers spread your wetness so confidently, as if he didn't just know your body — as if it had belonged to him for years.

"Don't do this," you whispered through your breath. But he kissed you with the same obsessive confidence as always. And your fingers, which were supposed to push him away... treacherously dug into his shirt. His lips moved down — along your cheeks, chin, to your neck, leaving burning marks, while his fingers had already penetrated inside you. You squeezed his hand between your legs, trying to curb the sweet pain.

"Oh God..." you moaned as he slowly inserted one finger, then another. There was no haste in his touch — only determination. His breathing became heavier. And you knew — he was on the edge too.

"You lied. You want me. I want you. So why do we have to end this?" Jungkook asked, fingering you. His movements quickened, and you felt that you wanted more than just his fingers. But his words hurt you. He doesn't understand that this is no longer about sex and pleasure. You've fallen in love, and it's serious.

"Because I'll never be to you what you've become to me," you said, barely breathing. "I don't want to fall even more in love with you."

"Don't say that to me," he said harshly, and you opened your eyes. His fingers went deep inside you. Jungkook froze for a moment, then in one motion tore off your robe. It fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook just as abruptly pulled off your thong, and it got stuck on your hips.

He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them on your clitoris, and began to massage it. You squeezed his shoulders harder, still looking at him in fear. You realized that he was angry, and the painful movements on your clitoris confirmed it. You bit your lip to endure these movements. Jongkook almost touched your lips and said, stimulating you mercilessly.

"Don't tell me you love me anymore!" he said harshly. "I don't need your love! I only need your body..." His words echoed with a dull pain in your chest, and the movements of his fingers on your aroused center were more unpleasant than ever.

"Stop," you whimpered, trying to push him away. Instead of listening to you, he kissed you, greedily, deeply, so that your tongue was completely captured by his, so that your mouth was completely in his power. You put your hand on his to pull it away from your crotch, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. You felt his hard cock pressing against your bare pussy.

Jungkook stopped kissing you but did not move away from you. Your heavy breaths, full of passion and incomprehensible feelings, intertwined into one.

"I want you. I want you all the time, and it drives me crazy. I don't believe in this damn love because it doesn't exist," he almost growled into your lips, and each of his words echoed in you like a new painful scar. "As soon as I tell you who I am, your love will disappear. So don't say you love me," he snapped. The lump in your throat hurt again. You didn't understand anything he was saying, and what was most unpleasant was that you really loved him, but he didn't believe it. What's more, it made him angry.

"What nonsense is this?" you asked with a trembling voice. "What does that mean? Why will my love disappear if I find out who you are? Tell me, plea..." you wanted to finish, but he didn't let you. His lips on yours prevented you from doing so. He lowered your hands and found your breasts under your bra. He squeezed your breasts with the same anger, kissing you hard.

You felt him squeeze your breasts under your bra with such force that it almost made you moan, not from pleasure, but from pain. His lips moved against yours, pushing the words back into your throat. And you wanted to scream — not from physical pain, but from how he was breaking you inside again.

He picked you up by your buttocks and went to the bedroom, never stopping kissing you. You found yourself on the bed, and without saying another word, he removed your underwear, which was hanging on your hips. He took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He spread your legs, and you knew what he wanted to do.

"Kook... let's talk..." you begged, but he didn't hear you. His tongue pressed against your aroused center and you arched toward him, touching his silky hair with your hands. His tongue carried you to paradise, and his fingers, which cut through your delicate skin, forced you to remain in the reality you were in. Jungkook ran his tongue over your folds, making you tremble with every touch. He made a long, slow movement along your clitoris, making you moan. His tongue entered your pussy, and after a few seconds he returned to your folds.

"Fuck... you're so sweet, baby," he said in front of your pussy, which was completely open to him. He returned to licking you, and his hands found your breasts. He squeezed one of them, pressing his lips against it, sucking on your tender, swollen center.

You felt the orgasm rapidly approaching, and in a moment the knot in your lower abdomen untied and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Your clitoris twitched on Jungkook's tongue, and a cry mixed with a moan escaped your lips.

Jungkook only let you go when you stopped twitching, and your legs fell limply, opening you up completely to him.

You barely lifted your head to see Jungkook getting off the bed. His chin and lips glistened with your juices. He slowly licked his lips as he took off his jeans. His cock was erect, and it was clear from its bulge that he wanted to free himself from the tight clothing that was constricting him.

You were breathing heavily, unable to move. The pleasant sensation after orgasm was still rippling between your legs, and when you saw Jungkook completely naked, your mouth filled with saliva. You wanted to suck him off. But he didn't give you a single chance to do so.

Jungkook climbed onto the bed and crawled towards you. He grabbed your legs and raised it, placing his large, engorged cock at your entrance. You were very wet, and before entering, Jungkook smeared some of your wet with the head of his cock along your folds.

Finally, he pressed against your entrance and entered. To your surprise, it was slow, millimeter by millimeter, and you enjoyed it with almost no pain.

Jungkook took you under the knee, moving your leg away so that you were as open to him as possible. He leaned toward you when he was fully inside you and froze. You looked into his eyes and thought that these eyes were your favorite, but why did they seem so unfamiliar now?

"I love being inside you, baby," he said in a breathless voice. He moved his hips and you moaned softly.

Jungkook slowly withdrew from you almost to the very edge... and then entered you again, deeply, completely, to the last millimeter. His movements were slow, lingering, almost torturously sweet. You felt him stretching you from within, filling you completely, forcing your body to arch toward each new thrust.

His hand slid under your waist, lifting your pelvis slightly — just the way he knew you liked it. He adjusted the angle, and the next thrust made you moan louder. Deeply. Exactly. Right where it was most sensitive. His gaze never left yours — hot, hungry, a little angry.

"Damn, that's good," you said, unable to contain your delight. Jungkook smiled triumphantly without stopping his movements.

You clenched the sheet, feeling your whole body tense as another wave approached. His moans merged with yours as he entered you once again, all the way to the bottom. His fingers found your clitoris again and began to massage it as he moved inside you in a rhythm that erased your thoughts. Your hips rose to meet him, seeking more. His hips slammed against yours with a dull thud that sent shivers down your spine.

Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, leaving hot kisses and small marks, like marks of ownership.

He straightened up on his knees and pulled out of you, but you could still feel that he was inside you. He turned you onto your stomach, lifted your ass, and you braced yourself with your hands on the bed.

Jungkook took his time. He held you in front of him, your hips in his strong arms, admiring the curve of your back, the way your delicate buttocks trembled, raised and submissive. He stroked your buttocks with his thumbs, gently, almost caressingly. But there was strength in that tenderness — the kind that made you melt beneath him.

"You have no idea how much I want you..." he whispered hoarsely and leaned down to run his tongue along your spine — from your waist up. You shuddered at the combination of his hot breath and the slight moisture that remained on your skin. And then... he entered you again from behind — deep, sharp, forcing you to grab the blanket even tighter.

You moaned when you felt his movement — he entered you completely, and from this position the sensations were even more piercing. His hips confidently slammed into yours, and he held you by the waist, guiding, controlling, leading.

"You drive me crazy when you arch your back like that for me..." he said, quickening his pace. His voice was deep, almost animalistic. And you didn't just hear him — you felt him deep inside you. Every movement seemed perfectly precise.

His hand moved lower and found your clitoris again, while the other slid under you to pull you closer. You felt small in his arms, completely filled, and it... was bliss.

"Fuck. You're so perfect for me," he groaned. You felt that pleasant pleasure enveloping you between your legs again. Orgasm approached with every movement of his hips, and then the explosion and unearthly sensations made you moan very loudly. Jungkook felt your walls squeeze his cock and he tried to hold on. He stopped, enjoying how you squeezed him.

You were breathing quickly and deeply, thinking it was all over, but Jungkook was still hard inside you. He pulled out and you fell onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook moved to the head of the bed and gently pulled you toward him.

"Sit on me." His eyes were burning. He lay there with his erect cock demanding attention. You sat near on him, exhausted, unable to climb on top of him.

"Kook, I'm tired... maybe me just suck you off," you reached for his cock with your hands, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.

"I want to cum inside you. So get on top of me," he said and pulled you towards him, and you had no choice but to slowly climb on top of him with trembling legs and cheeks flushed with heat. Jungkook held your hips, helping you sit on him, and when you were fully seated, you both let out a sound of pleasure at the same time.

"Come on, baby. Now... you're in control," he said quietly, stroking your breasts and stomach. His fingers squeezed your nipples, and you began to move — slowly, feeling every moment. The control was in your hands, and you felt it — how you were regaining power over yourself... over him... at least for a moment.

His hands slid down your back, and his mouth left kisses on everything he could reach. Your movements became faster, and your body hotter. And when another wave of orgasm began to roll in, he pulled you close, squeezing your buttocks. He was deep inside you, and every inch of this union made you revel in the sensuality. His moans mingled with your breath as you quickened your pace, pressing your breasts against his chest, dissolving into him.

"Like that... yes..." Jungkook gasped, pressing his lips into your shoulder, running his fingers along your spine. He clutched you closer, frantically, as if with each thrust he wanted to keep you inside him forever.

You felt his hips pull up from below — he could no longer hold back. He began to move with you, and now you were flying — in a rhythm that was yours alone. A whisper of your name escaped his lips, and a few seconds later his whole body tensed, he froze... and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you as he came, deeply, powerfully, with a breath that burned your ear.

He hugged you tightly — very, truly — and pressed you to his chest, as if nothing else existed in the world at that moment. You were both breathing heavily, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

For a long time, no one said anything. There was only silence — cozy, full, like after a storm.

You finally climbed off him and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted. Jungkook lay down next to you, breathing heavily. You felt his semen flowing out of you and thought about taking the anti-inflammatory pill you had forgotten to take yesterday.

You felt Jungkook move, and then in a moment he was pressed against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you again. So many times, more than ever before when you were together. You felt the pleasure that these lips kissing you now belonged to the person you loved, but there were many unresolved issues between you. And this sex just delayed the inevitable.

Jungkook pulled away, and you immediately got to the point:

"Tell me who you are. Why don't I really know anything about you except that you have one friend, Jimin?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows when he heard your question. He moved away and then got out of bed. You sat up without covering yourself. Jungkook went over to his things and started getting dressed. You felt a wave of irritation wash over you. Your eyes watched the muscles move on his back. It seems like he wants to run away again without any explanation. You also got out of bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

When Jungkook wanted to put on his shirt, you pushed him and turned he to you.

"Tell me who the hell you are! And why should I fall out of love with you when I find out who you are!" You could no longer contain your anger. He still looked at you silently. Your anger excited him, but he didn't want to tell you who he was. That was the reason why he had disappeared for two months.

Jungkook was silent. His eyes slid over your face, as if trying to memorize every feature before doing something... irreversible. He stood in front of you — half-dressed, hot with passion, but there was something cold in his eyes. Determined. Painful.

"If you find out," he finally spoke, quietly but firmly, "you will fear me."

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. Your throat was dry, but you forced yourself to look straight ahead and speak clearly:

"Just say it already," you didn't shout, but your voice was filled with rage born of pain.

He came close to you. You raised your head so as not to take your eyes off his dark eyes.

"I'll tell you, and then we definitely won't be able to see each other. So choose..."

You swallowed hard, exhausted by everything in the world. It was important for you to know what kind of man was standing in front of you. Because if he was really dangerous to you, you had to end it.

"Jungkook. I'm not a child. I have the right to know. And I have the right to decide for myself. Tell me."

He was silent. You could see him struggling with himself, whether to tell you or not. His lips parted and he said:

"I... I'm a mercenary..."

The silence after his confession seemed louder to you than any scream. You felt your stomach tighten.

"Mercenary?" you asked, almost not believing what you had heard. Your voice broke into a whisper. Jungkook just nodded. His jaw was tense, as if he were waiting for a blow. Waiting for you to scream, run away, curse him.

"I worked for those who paid the most. Mostly in security. But also... cleanups, eliminations. Sometimes just passing on information. I'm no hero, baby. And I'm certainly not someone to love. I'm not the kind of guy for a serious relationship," he touched your cheek with his fingers and stroked it gently.

You slowly moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Your heart was beating hard, each beat echoing in your ears. Everything you knew about him began to crack at the seams. Or rather, it finally fell into place.

"Is that why you disappeared?" you asked quietly.

"Some people wanted to kill me. Because I refused to follow orders. And then... when things calmed down a bit... I couldn't come back for a long time. Because I knew that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to leave. And I would drag you into something that couldn't be resolved without bloodshed."

He came closer. He stood right in front of you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His palms touched your knees.

"Are you a murderer?" you asked, feeling your body tremble.

"Yes," he said firmly. "I am a murderer."

There was a silence that weighed heavily on both of you. You couldn't believe it. Of all the possible secrets — you were ready for betrayal, a double life, even marriage... But not this.

"And you don't regret it?" you asked in a trembling voice. He sighed.

"I regret that you had to find out about it. But I did what I had to do."

"Is the police looking for you?" you asked again.

"No. Because some people in the police... are on my side."

You closed your eyes. Every word was like a nail. You were silent for a long time. Your breathing finally evened out. Now you saw him differently. Not just as a lover. Not just as a missing man. But as someone... from a completely different world. Cruel. Dangerous. And now the scratches you had treated him for made sense. His late arrivals made sense. His disappearance made sense.

"I couldn't come to you at other times and I can't be with you during the day because you might be in danger. I knew it would be better not to show up at all, but I couldn't help myself. I am constantly drawn to you. But you don't deserve someone like me. At the same time, I can't imagine you with another man. It makes me so angry." Jungkook got up and you followed him with your eyes. He walked away from you and started putting on his shirt. You weighed all your feelings and the facts before you.

"Jungkook," you called him. He turned back to you and saw the verdict in your eyes. It hurt him, but he was ready for it. "I really fell in love with you..."

"Don't say that..." Jungkook interrupted you. It hurt him to hear you say that, and he couldn't accept it because there was no place for love in his life. You fell silent and then started again.

"I'm in love with you, but who you are... I thought you disappeared because you didn't want to see me. But the fact that you kill people is a completely different matter," your voice trembled and your eyes filled with tears. "Do you really have to do this? If you have a chance to leave it..." you said, but Jungkook interrupted you.

"No..." he said sharply. You fell silent. He exhaled heavily. "No, baby. I can't get out of it, I've been in it for too long..."

You bit your lip to keep from crying. Losing Jungkook for the second time that day was the most painful thing you had ever felt. Even that other time didn't hurt this much. Back then, there was hope, small and meager, but it was there that he could be brought back. But now... now you know that he is involved in crime. And the fact that he can take someone's life just like that sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes fill with tears. You look at his face — so handsome, so familiar, with the cheekbones you used to kiss, his lips — and you no longer see the gentle, ordinary, daring boy you fell in love with. You realize that now the possibility of being with him has become almost impossible.

You looked at him. There was so much in his eyes: fatigue, pain, struggle, despair... and something else — something so deep that it took your breath away. But alongside this — a shadow. The shadow of who he had become.

"I just..." You swallow your tears, trying to breathe evenly. "I didn't expect this. I was ready for anything. Even if you were married... or had children... or dealt in stolen goods... But that you kill people — I couldn't have imagined that even in my worst nightmare."

Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you. But he didn't come closer. He didn't touch you.

"It's really scary," you said quietly, admitting it. "I look at you, and my heart still aches... with love. But it's really scary... Because I don't know what you're capable of. And who else you might kill..."

He clenched his fists, as if holding back the urge to scream. His face was contorted with pain.

"I would never hurt you," he said softly.

"What about the people around me? Can you promise that? That your world... will never touch mine?"

He didn't answer.

"See?" you whispered. "So we really weren't meant to be together... I'm sorry, I don't know who I need to be to accept that..." Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't even wipe them away. They dripped onto the blanket, onto your palms, leaving warm, heavy marks.

Jungkook finally slowly approaches you. He takes a few steps closer, but doesn't touch you.

"You don't have to accept this," he said hoarsely. "I didn't want you to find out. But I... I couldn't help coming. I really missed you. Like an idiot. I shouldn't have come..."

"But you did come," you say quietly with a hysterical, tired smile, "and you would have run away again if I hadn't asked. And that's what hurts the most — that you probably never planned to tell me the truth."

Jungkook bowed his head in acknowledgment. Something flashed in his eyes — shame? Guilt?

"If I stay... will it destroy you?" he asked, hope in his voice. But when he saw the look on your face, he understood the answer.

You took a step back. Not out of fear. But because you couldn't bear his gaze. He was silent. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising heavily. He looked at you, knowing that this was probably the last time — long, as if trying to engrave the smallest details of your face in his memory.

He didn't want to come back to you when he left. But you managed to tie him to you, and it destroyed him. Even though he swore he would never have a girl to friend with benefits. But you're like a damn drug. He wants you constantly, day after day. And when he came back today for the first time in a long time, he had sex with you like a madman. He forgot who he was, what world he lived in. All he wanted was you. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow. But you already not been his.

Jungkook stood there, silent. He didn't try to convince you. He just stared. Like a doomed man. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow.

"I'm asking you... Go. Really go. And don't come back... and don't even think about touching anyone around me... If I find out that anyone has disappeared, is scared, is being followed... I'll go to the police. Not the ones who cover for you. The international ones. I'll do everything to stop you. Do you understand?"

Jungkook could barely control himself. His jaw ached from clenching it so tightly.

"Yes, baby. I understand you," he said, smiling through the pain in his chest. "I'll go. And you'll never see me again."

There were tears in your eyes, and you couldn't see properly because of them. His image blurred as he turned and walked away. Without looking back. Without touching you goodbye. He just disappeared. Like a storm that left only destruction and emptiness behind.

Everything was like a fog. You weren't living, you were just existing. You didn't talk to anyone. You texted your friends that you were busy at work, and you lied to your parents in short phone conversations. You ate almost nothing. You didn't leave the house except to go to work.

Donmin, your colleague, was the first to notice. He brought you coffee, tried to talk to you, joked, invited you to lunch. But you... it was as if you didn't exist in the same world as everyone else.

The nights were the worst. You couldn't sleep. You constantly listened to the sounds outside the window, to the silence in the house. You felt like he was watching you. That he was somewhere nearby. And the scariest thing was that you were almost certain of it.

And then you felt sick. You threw up when you were getting ready for work. The first time, you thought you had food poisoning. It wasn't surprising, since you had eaten something spoiled the night before. But when it happened again the next morning... you looked at the calendar.

It showed that you were four days late. With everything that was going on, you hadn't noticed that your period hadn't started.

You were instantly overcome with panic. You hadn't had sex with anyone except Jungkook, and you remembered that you hadn't taken your birth control that day. You felt so bad that you completely forgot to take it.

You rushed to get dressed, grabbed your wallet, and ran to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy because it was early in the morning.

You bought not one but three tests to make sure that if one lied, the other two would show the truth. With trembling hands, you opened the box and followed the instructions. You waited in the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest like crazy.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your gaze was glued to the little window on the test. The first line was the control line. And almost immediately... the second line appeared. You couldn't believe your eyes. Two lines.

You grabbed the other two tests, and although they hadn't fully developed yet, both showed two lines.

You clutched your head in your hands and the world around you collapsed. Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, each one worse than the last. The phone lying on the nightstand by the sink vibrated. A notification came in, but you didn't pay any attention to it. The time on the phone showed 4:15. And you almost fainted when you realized what you had just found out. You were pregnant. Pregnant by Jungkook.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hello to my dear ARMY 💜 It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I haven’t written anything new for you in a long time.

So, I want to tell you that I’m feeling better, but life is still kinda shitty, to be honest 😒 The only light for me right now is BTS and you, my dearest ones 🥺💗 Receiving your words of support is incredibly touching and heartwarming 😭🙏🏻

Please forgive me for constantly talking about my condition (I really think I should just shut my mouth 😀), but it’s directly connected to why I so rarely post anything.

I have projects ongoing and I plan to continue them. When exactly? I’m planning to do it in the coming weeks, but besides going to work — which drives me into breakdowns — and going to therapy, I’ve also started studying, which will take some of my time too 🥲😔

But I promise I’m not going anywhere and I’ll keep writing “One Night…” and “No Mercy” (one sweet anon almost hung me upside down demanding a continuation 😅 I PROMISE I’ll write the next part very soon 🙌🏻)

And this story again is about toxic relationships. God, I don’t know why but I’ve been drawn to writing this kind of thing lately!

Should I write some fluff without explicit scenes? (I don’t even know if I can write like that, but maybe I should try 🤭)

I really hope everyone will enjoy it 🙏🏻 If this came off as harsh to you, please forgive me — this is just how I saw the story 🙏🏻 Please don’t write anything too mean, I’m very sensitive right now 🥺

I also want to sincerely apologize to everyone whom I haven’t replied to in DMs or question boxes yet 🥺 My dearest ones, I’ve really closed myself off a lot and I’m so sorry that you worry about me, but I just can’t give a proper response 🥺💗

Please bear with me if you’re willing to — I will reply to every message. (To be honest, the only thing I’m able to do is write a little. That’s the only thing I still have the will to do in this life.

I’ll share a secret with you — it’s unbearable for me to be around people, sometimes even my loved ones. I think I’ve really lost it 😭🤨 (I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this here, but I want to be honest with you.)

So if someone likes my new story, I’ll be happy with any interaction. You know that despite my weird state, I can’t stop loving you all 🥹😭💜

I really love you so much and I miss the way you interact with me 🥹 Don’t focus too much on my state — better tell me if this story was worthy of your attention, if you’ve read this far 😊🥹

[kooklovee]

jungkook wearing jimin's glasses ♡

[kooklovee]

🫣🫣🫣 (cr. ouranxingg)

[kooklovee]

since THe jeon has a chest tattoo, it's only valid that yours for a year jk also has one, right?

[kooklovee]

HOLD ON TO ME (m) - JJK

Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered..

Can he make it up to you, or is it already too late?

Pairing - CeoHusband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

Genre - 18+, established relationship au, angst, fluff, smut, some more angst MDNI

ONESHOT - 11k words

Warnings - angsty ride, hurt/comfort, workaholic Jungkook, miscommunication, crying, deep emotional intimacy, slow build, Jungkook is an idiot but trust me he's sweet alright😭, Explicit smut- unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), soft dom Jk, nipple play, lots of kissing, love-making, creampie, pet names <3, praises, happy ending (sad ending's not in my veins🫸)

a/n- snsjkqkw It's my first fic (well more like I've taken the courage to actually post it)🥹 do let me know your thoughts on it <3 n consider a reblog if you like it, thank you for reading! 🫶

Masterlist kofi☕

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The soft glow of the overhead light casts long shadows across the dining room. But its warmth does nothing to chase away the cold emptiness creeping into your chest.

You sit in one of the dining chairs, fingers idly tracing the gold band on your ring finger, the once-familiar weight of it.. feeling heavier than ever. The house is silent, except for the distant hum of the city beyond the huge windows.

Jungkook is late. Again.

You’ve lost count of how many nights have passed like this, curled up alone in bed, the space beside you growing colder with each passing hour.

He always has a reason. A meeting that ran overtime, a last-minute project, something urgent that demands his attention more than you do. And you’ve always understood. Until now.

Your second anniversary is just around the corner, and for the first time in weeks, you have something to look forward to. Something that, surely, he wouldn’t forget.

You let out a slow breath, staring at the untouched dinner on the table. It’s the third time this week you’ve set two plates, only to eat alone. The food has long gone cold, but you still can’t bring yourself to clear it away. Some foolish, desperate part of you still hopes Jungkook will walk through the door, pulling you into his arms, murmuring apologies against your skin.

But the door stays closed. Your phone stays silent.

You check the time—almost midnight.

He used to call. Even when he was busy, he always found a way to let you know he was thinking about you. A quick text. A voice note. Something. Now, hours pass without a word, and you’re left wondering when exactly you started feeling like a ghost in your own marriage.

You clench your fists, blinking back the sting in your eyes. This isn’t you. You don’t doubt him. You don’t overthink things. But these days, love feels a lot like waiting, and waiting feels a lot like breaking.

And you’re so damn tired of breaking.

You close your eyes, trying to remember the Jungkook from before, before work took over, before the distance set in. The man who, despite his quiet nature, always found a way to make you feel cherished. He wasn’t one for grand speeches, but his words had always carried weight. Small, simple confessions once meant everything. Now, silence is all you get.

It wasn’t always easy with Jungkook. Back in college, he was cold, reserved, a storm you could never quite predict. But little by little, he let you in. His love had been careful, deliberate, whispered promises in the dark, stolen glances across crowded rooms, fingertips brushing against yours like a secret only the two of you understood.

And now, it feels like you’re losing him.

The thought sends a sharp ache through your chest. You tell yourself it’s just work, that the weight of being CEO is heavier than either of you expected. That he still loves you, even if he doesn’t say it as often.

But love isn’t supposed to feel like this.

The clock hits midnight.

You don’t know what you were expecting. A text? A call? Maybe the sound of the front door unlocking, Jungkook stepping in, exhausted but still managing to hold you close?

But there’s nothing.

Your throat tightens as you stare at the small cake sitting on the dining table, the frosting slightly uneven, the decorations a little clumsy. You were never a good cook. Jungkook knew that better than anyone. But in the early days of your marriage, you had tried. Because back then, cooking together had been something special. Flour-dusted fingertips, shared laughter over burnt pancakes, stolen kisses between stirring batter.

So tonight, with him too busy and too stressed, you thought a quiet, cozy celebration would be enough. Something small, something just for the two of you.

But now, looking at the untouched dinner, the unlit candle, and the cake that no longer seems worth eating, you realize how foolish that hope was.

You glance at your phone—no messages, no missed calls.

You put away the plates. You put the cake in the fridge, even though you know it’ll probably stay there, forgotten.

And then you crawl into bed alone, wrapping your arms around yourself because if Jungkook won’t hold you, who else will?

----

You stir, feeling the warmth of an arm lazily draped around your stomach. The weight is familiar, and for a moment it feels like everything is okay.

Jungkook is still asleep. Shirtless, his toned chest rises and falls in steady breaths, his face soft in the morning light. His dark lashes cast faint shadows on his skin, and his lips parted just slightly, making him look so much younger, so much more at peace.

You take your time looking at him, memorizing the exhaustion on his face, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He must’ve come home late—so late that you hadn’t even heard him.

Still, he’s here. Beside you. And that alone is enough to make something flicker in your chest.

Maybe he’s planned to stay home today.

Of course he remembers.

You can’t help but lean in, pressing a soft, loving kiss against his cheek. His skin is warm beneath your lips, and for a fleeting moment, everything feels like it used to.

Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, his brows knitting slightly before relaxing again. A small, sleepy noise escapes him, and the sound makes you giggle softly.

He stirs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little before his lashes flutter open. His dark eyes, still hazy with sleep, land on you, and for a second, there’s nothing but quiet warmth in them.

"You're up early," he murmurs, his voice thick with drowsiness. His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your waist, a touch so familiar yet so foreign all at once.

You smile, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. "Couldn't sleep much," you admit softly.

Jungkook hums in response, his eyes falling shut again for a moment. He nuzzles into the pillow, his grip on you still firm like he has no intention of letting you go. And for a brief, fragile second, the weight of last night, of the distance, of everything, seems to disappear.

Maybe he really did plan to stay home today. Maybe this morning means something.

Your heart clenches with the smallest trace of hope.

Jungkook lets out a long breath and shifts onto his back, stretching his arms above his head before blindly reaching for his phone on the nightstand. His warmth leaves your side, the air turning cold almost instantly.

You watch as his expression shifts, sleep slipping away as his screen lights up. His brows furrow, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

Then, with barely a glance in your direction, he mutters, "Shit, I need to get to the office."

The hope you held onto so desperately?

Gone.

You blink, your mind scrambling to catch up.

Maybe he's kidding. Maybe this is just one of his teasing games, the kind where he acts all nonchalant just to catch you off guard later. That’s how it used to be. Him pretending to forget something important, only to turn around and surprise you in a way that left you breathless.

So you wait.

You wait for the smirk to tug at his lips, for him to toss his phone aside and pull you into his arms. You wait for him to kiss you insane, to murmur a husky "Happy anniversary, baby," against your skin.

You wait for him to prove you wrong.

But he doesn't.

Jungkook swings his legs over the bed, rubbing a hand down his face before standing up. He moves through the motions—grabbing a fresh shirt from the dresser, checking his notifications again, already half-immersed in whatever work emergency is pulling him away.

The realization settles in. suffocating. He’s not playing. He’s not pretending. He really forgot.

And with that, the last flicker of hope inside you dies.

----

The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut barely registers in your mind. The faint rush of water follows soon after, but you’re still frozen in place, staring at the empty space where Jungkook was just moments ago.

Your fingers grip the sheets as you try to process it, try to make sense of the ache settling deep in your chest.

He forgot.

The thought circles endlessly, refusing to fade. It should be simple, just a mistake, something easily fixed with an apology. But it doesn’t feel simple. It feels like another crack in something that’s already been fragile for weeks.

Your gaze drifts to your phone, the screen lighting up with messages from friends and family. Warm wishes, sweet texts. All reminders of the day that Jungkook should have been the first to acknowledge. And of course, they must have messaged him too.

But you know the answer before you even have to question it. Jungkook has two phones—one for work, one for personal use. And these days, his personal phone sits untouched, collecting dust somewhere in the house while his work phone never leaves his side.

Your throat tightens.

Even if someone did remind him, would he have even seen it? Would it have even mattered?

You swallow hard, blinking against the sudden sting in your eyes.

Maybe you should say something. Maybe you should remind him.

But a part of you, one that you don’t want to acknowledge—wonders if it even matters anymore.

You push yourself up from the bed, the weight in your chest making it harder than it should be. You don’t want to sit here, waiting for him to remember, waiting for an apology that might never come.

So you move. Just as you step toward the bathroom, the shower turns off. The door opens a moment later, as Jungkook steps out, towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest.

For a brief second, your eyes meet. He looks at you, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, his expression unreadable. There’s no sign of realization, no flicker of guilt or hesitation. Just the same tired, distracted gaze you’ve been seeing for weeks.

You say nothing. Instead, you walk past him, entering the washroom to go about your usual routine. brushing your teeth, washing your face, anything to avoid the tightness in your throat.

The sound of the sink running is the only thing filling the silence between you.

By the time you step out of the washroom, Jungkook is already dressed for work. His tie is slightly loosened, one hand adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves while the other holds his ever-present work phone. He looks like he’s in a hurry, but that isn’t surprising. He’s been having breakfast at the office for weeks now—always rushing out, always too busy.

Still, you can’t grasp that he’s actually forgotten.

Some part of you still expects him to pause, to turn around and say something. But he doesn’t. He’s focused on his screen, scanning through emails like today is just another ordinary morning.

Your chest tightens. You need to look away before the emotions creeping up inside you spill over. So, you pretend.

You settle at the table, opening your laptop like it’s just another workday. Since you’ve been working from home for the past couple of months, this isn’t unusual—but today, it’s not about work. It’s about avoiding him. About keeping your head down so he doesn’t see the way your hands tremble slightly.

If you act normal, maybe it’ll hurt less. Maybe you won’t break in front of him.

And maybe, just maybe, if you pretend hard enough, you can fool yourself into believing it doesn’t hurt at all.

“Baby, can you help me with the tie?”

His voice is smooth- like every other morning before this one. Like today isn’t supposed to mean more.

You hesitate for half a second before standing up, walking towards him. Your fingers move automatically, looping the fabric, tightening the knot, straightening it against his crisp shirt. You should pull away the moment you’re done, return to your seat, to your laptop, to pretending like everything is fine.

But just as you step back, Jungkook’s hand catches your wrist.

Before you can react, he tugs you closer, his warmth enveloping you as his large hand cups the side of your face, fingers splayed against your skin like he’s memorizing the feel of you. His touch is tender, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek, his dark eyes holding yours for a beat too long. like he’s seeing you, really seeing you, for the first time in days.

Then, he kisses you.

Warm & lingering. Like he actually means it. Like he actually feels it.

“Need it for good luck,” he mumbles lovingly against your lips, his voice deep, hushed.

You blink up at him.

Jungkook pulls back slightly, offering a small smile. “Big deal with the Kims today.”

And just like that, reality crashes back in.

Your mind struggles to process, to understand how he can be like this. How can he kiss you like this and still not remember.

His mind is somewhere else. His thoughts, his focus—none of it is here. None of it is with you.

You force a smile, nodding wordlessly. Because what else is there to say?

----

Jungkook moves around the house, gathering his things- his wallet, his keys. You stay where you are, settled on the couch with your laptop open, pretending to be busy, pretending that your heart isn’t sitting heavy in your chest.

Just as he’s about to leave, he steps toward you, bending down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Love you,” he murmurs.

Before you can even respond, he’s already halfway through the living room, his focus elsewhere, his steps hurried.

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop it.

You remember a time when things were different. When he used to whine, pout, and nudge you relentlessly if you didn’t say it back right away, just to tease him.

Flashback

The movie playing in the background had long been forgotten, the dialogue drowned out by the soft moans slipping from your lips. The purple neon glow cast dreamy hues across the living room, painting Jungkook’s skin in shades of violet as he moved above you.

His fingers laced tightly with yours, grip tightening slightly as his thrusts grew more desperate.

“J-Jungkook…” you moaned softly, nails digging into his hand.

He groaned against your neck, his breath hot, voice wrecked. “Fuck, baby…”

Your body arched beneath him, pleasure building to something uncontrollable. “I—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice deep and rough, sending you tumbling over the edge.

You both unraveled together, gasping, shaking, holding onto each other like the world outside didn’t exist.

Jungkook pressed lazy, loving kisses all over your face, his lips brushing over your cheeks, your eyelids, the tip of your nose. “You alright?” he whispered.

You nodded, a sleepy, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. But then he just stared at you. A little too long. A little too intensely.

And then, barely above a whisper, like a secret meant only for you—he said, “I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, a playful grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you bit down on them, trying to contain your smile. He’d been saying it more often lately, slowly getting used to voicing what he felt.

But when you took a second too long to respond, he groaned dramatically, dropping his head into the crook of your neck like a kicked puppy.

“Say it back,” he grumbled.

“What?” you teased, laughing.

Jungkook huffed, then playfully bit down on your shoulder, just enough to make you squeal.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice muffled against your skin.

Still giggling, you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his nose. “I love you, you big baby.”

His grin was instant, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you even closer, like he could never get enough.

End of Flashback

Now, he just says it in passing. quick, thoughtless, already moving on.

The front door clicks shut, and just like that, Jungkook is gone.

You sit there, fingers motionless on your laptop’s keyboard as the weight of what just happened settles deep in your chest. He forgot. He kissed you, held you, told you he loved you, but none of it was because he remembered.

Is this what your relationship has become?

Work, work, work. Always work.

It’s not that you expect Jungkook to run behind you all the time, to ditch his responsibilities just to shower you with affection. Hell, you supported him through everything- through college, through late nights chasing his dreams, through every stressful moment leading up to him becoming CEO. You believed in him.

But what about your love? Your marriage? Communication?

You’ve been patient. Too patient. more understanding than any normal wife would be. And you know Jungkook. You know he loves you, would bring you the whole damn world if you asked. But then why—why are you beginning to question it all?

Jungkook stepped into the CEO position a few months ago. At first, things were fine. He handled it well, still made time for you. But then… everything became about work. Slowly, then all at once.

You can’t even remember the last time you had truly loving sex. Not that Jungkook doesn’t love you but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. There’s tension in his touch, frustration in the way he moves against you. It’s not the warmth, the desperation to be close to you like it used to be.

Is this how life is going to be from now on?

Sure, you could talk to Jungkook about your feelings. Tell him that the distance is starting to feel unbearable.

But when?

When he’s always checking his phone? When he barely even looks at you in the mornings? When you feel like you’re living with the CEO rather than your husband?

Well, happy anniversary to you.

----

Your gaze drops to your hand, to the delicate band wrapped around your finger.

Your wedding ring.

For the first time in a long time, you really look at it- tracing the intricate details, the subtle shimmer in the morning light. And suddenly, it feels… heavier. Like you’re only noticing the weight of it now, as if it’s trying to remind you of everything it once meant.

Before you even realize what you’re doing, your fingers slip beneath the band, sliding it off. It’s only when the cool air brushes against your bare skin that it hits you.

Your breath catches, eyes widening at the sight of the ring resting in your palm. You hadn’t even thought about it—you just did it. And now, staring at the small, beautiful piece of jewelry, something inside you cracks. Tears gather before you can stop them.

Jungkook had spent weeks searching for this ring. Dragged you to countless jewelry stores, analyzing every cut, every design, obsessed with finding the perfect one. And no matter how many times you had told him that anything would make you happy, he had refused to settle for less.

"It has to be special," he had murmured against your temple the day he finally found it, slipping it onto your finger with the softest smile. "Because you’re special."

A broken sob escapes your throat as you clutch the ring tightly in your palm.

How did you end up here?

----

Jungkook leans back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he watches the final contract details appear on his screen. The deal with the Kims had gone smoothly, better than expected, actually. It should’ve been a moment of satisfaction, of relief.

Instead, he just drowns himself in more work.

The hours blur together, his coffee going cold beside him as he moves from one task to another. Another meeting. Another report. Another email. The same routine, the same cycle.

It’s later than evening when a familiar voice interrupts the quiet hum of his office.

“So you’re really here.”

Jungkook glances up, his fingers still typing as Taehyung steps into his cabin, arms crossed, a deep frown on his face.

“Hey, hyung,” Jungkook greets, barely looking away from his screen.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head playfully. “I really didn’t believe it when Yuna said you were still in your cabin.”

Jungkook blinks, confused. “Why?”

Taehyung gives him a look like he’s the biggest idiot in the world. “Y/N must really love you to let you work even today. My wife—dude, she would’ve killed me.”

Jungkook hums absentmindedly, still typing, still lost in work. “Mmm.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue, watching him for a second before letting out a chuckle. “Anyways, you’re still an asshole for working on your anniversary.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the keyboard. The realization crashes into him all at once, like a punch to the gut, like ice spreading through his veins.

Fuck.

Jungkook’s fingers hover motionless over the keyboard.

His mind races to catch up with Taehyung’s words, but they don’t make sense. Not right away.

Anniversary?

No, that can’t be right. His brows furrow slightly as he glances at the date on his laptop screen.

November 22.

His wedding anniversary.

For a second, he just stares, as if the numbers might shift into something else, something that doesn’t prove what an absolute idiot he’s been. His heartbeat picks up, but his body doesn’t move. It’s like his brain refuses to register it fully, like if he doesn’t react, it won’t be real.

He’d forgotten.

Completely.

No hints, no reminders, no last-minute realization before heading out this morning. Just an entire day of emails, meetings, and a deal he had been so damn focused on that he hadn’t even spared a single thought for you.

His wife.

But—no, that can’t be right. He would’ve remembered. He should’ve remembered.

His jaw tightens, his mind scrambling for some excuse, some reason. anything to justify how this happened. But no matter how many ways he tries to twist it, the truth doesn’t change.

You had expected something. Of course you had. And Jungkook had given you nothing.

Taehyung’s voice barely registers now, his casual teasing just background noise to the way Jungkook’s pulse is starting to hammer against his ribs.

His wife. His love. His anniversary.

And he had let it pass him by like it was just another day.

How the fuck is he supposed to fix this?

Taehyung squints at Jungkook, waiting for some kind of reaction. When Jungkook stays quiet, his fingers frozen over the keyboard, Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He leans forward, palms flat on Jungkook’s desk. “You just realized, didn’t you?”

Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Hyung, not now.”

“Oh, no. Especially now,” Taehyung shoots back, shaking his head. “Damn, man. Y/N must really love you to put up with this shit.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, his mind already spiraling. He checks the time—late. The entire day is gone. He’s spent hours sitting here, drowning himself in work while you—

Fuck.

He pushes his chair back abruptly, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. His coat is next, yanked from the back of his chair as he moves on instinct.

“Whoa, whoa.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “So now you care?”

Jungkook levels him with a glare, his voice lower, sharper. “Hyung.”

Taehyung lifts his hands in surrender, though his smirk lingers. “Go. Try not to get divorced on your second anniversary.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for another word. He’s already out the door, moving faster than he has all day.

And for the first time today, work is the last thing on his mind.

----

Jungkook’s mind races as he grips the steering wheel, his fingers tightening with every passing second. The city lights blur past, but all he can focus on is the suffocating weight in his chest.

How the fuck did he forget?

His phone vibrates in the passenger seat- probably another work email but for the first time in months, he ignores it. Instead, he swipes through his contacts, pressing the first name that comes to mind.

“Pick up, pick up,” he mutters, jaw clenched as the dial tone rings.

“Yes, Mr.Jeon?”

“Yuna.” His voice is rushed, urgent. “I need you to get me something. Flowers. A gift. Something big—just—fuck, anything.”

A pause. “Sir?”

“Now,” he snaps.

There’s a shuffle on the other end before his assistant hesitantly speaks again. “I…Mr.Jeon, it’s almost 10 p.m. Most places are closed.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair. Of course they are. Because he’s too fucking late.

His grip tightens around the wheel. “Just—check. Call whoever. I’ll pay whatever.”

“Understood,” Yuna replies before hanging up.

What the fuck is he even doing?

No expensive gift, no overpriced bouquet, no last-minute grand gesture can erase the fact that he forgot. That he spent an entire day drowning in work while you—his wife, his love, the woman who has stood by him through everything—sat at home, waiting for him to remember.

His hands clench the wheel.

How much had he missed? How much had he ignored?

And the worst part—the part that makes his pulse spike, that has panic clawing at his ribs is the question he doesn’t have an answer to.

What if you’re done waiting?

Jungkook slams his foot down on the gas.

He’s not losing you. He won’t.

----

Jungkook steps into the house, and immediately, something feels off. The air is still. The silence stretches, suffocating, pressing against his chest. Almost all the lights are off, the space eerily empty, like no one has been here for hours.

His throat dries. “Baby?”

No answer.

He frowns, dropping his keys onto the counter with a sharp clink. His feet move quickly, checking the kitchen, the living room, even the hallway leading to the bedroom. nothing.

A weird feeling starts creeping up his spine. His heart beats faster as he strides toward the bedroom door, only to find the bed untouched, the sheets exactly the way he had left them this morning.

You’re not here.

His pulse spikes, a cold sweat forming at the base of his neck. His hands tremble as he yanks his phone out, immediately dialing your number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

Straight to voicemail.

His stomach drops. A shaky breath escapes him as he stares at his screen, the call log mocking him with the lack of response. His fingers tighten around the device, his mind spiraling.

Where are you? At this time of night, alone- where could you have gone?

The walls feel like they’re closing in on him. His lungs strain for air.

Then, another thought claws its way in, violent and unwelcome.

Did you leave?

No. No. His chest tightens, his breath coming faster now. That’s not—that’s not possible. You wouldn’t just leave him. You wouldn’t—

He swallows hard, shaking his head. Don’t go there, Jungkook. Don’t even fucking go there.

But the panic is already curling around his ribs, suffocating, unrelenting.

You’re not here. And right now, that is the worst fucking thing in the world.

Jungkook’s fingers tremble as he redials your number.

Voicemail. Again.

“Fuck.” His breath comes out uneven, panic clawing at his throat. His hands are clammy, his chest tightening with every passing second. Where are you?

His mind is spiraling now, every worst-case scenario flashing through his head. His jaw clenches as he swipes to his contact list calling your friends.

Each time, the same response.

No, I haven’t seen her.

Did you check with—

Wait, what’s going on?

Jungkook grits his teeth, his hand tightening into a fist. His breathing is shallow, his pulse out of control. You weren’t with your friends. You weren’t picking up. You weren’t home.

And he still had no idea where you were.

Jungkook grabs his car keys with shaky hands, his mind racing. He doesn’t know where to go, doesn’t have a plan. All he knows is that he has to find you.

His feet move on instinct, carrying him toward the door. But just as he reaches for the handle, something catches his eye.

A small glint.

His breath stills. His gaze shifts toward the couch, and that’s when he sees it.

Your wedding ring.

Sitting there. Abandoned.

For a moment, everything stops. The pounding in his chest, the rush of his movements—everything.

The air in the room feels heavier, suffocating. His fingers twitch at his sides as he stares at the delicate band, his stomach twisting into something painful.

You never took it off. Never.

Jungkook swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He steps forward, slowly, almost cautiously, like touching it will somehow make this nightmare real.

His hand trembles as he picks it up, the cool metal pressing into his palm..

Jungkook stares at the ring in his palm, his vision blurring as a lump lodges itself in his throat. Tears burn at the corners of his eyes, his chest tightening painfully.

You wouldn’t just leave him like that… would you?

The thought alone knocks the air from his lungs. His grip on the ring tightens as his mind spirals, drowning in questions that only make the ache worse.

Were you thinking about this before today?

How long have you been feeling like this, so alone, so unloved that taking off your ring even crossed your mind?

A sharp breath escapes him, shaky and uneven. His knees buckle, and before he can stop himself, he’s sinking onto the floor, the weight of everything crashing down at once.

The ring feels heavier than it should, pressing into his palm like a cruel reminder of everything he’s neglected, everything he’s taken for granted. He squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a slow, trembling breath.

He needs to find you. He needs to fix this.

Before it’s too late.

Jungkook exhales shakily, forcing himself to move. His legs feel unsteady, but he pushes through, gripping the wedding ring so tightly it bites into his skin.

Somehow, he manages to stand, his entire body tense with desperation. He stumbles toward the door, his heart pounding, his mind racing with every possibility of where you could be.

But just as his fingers reach for the handle—

The door swings open.

And there you are.

Jungkook freezes, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, everything stills. His panic, his thoughts, his entire world narrowing to the sight of you standing in front of him.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he moves.

He crashes into you, arms wrapping around you so tightly it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. His grip is desperate, his hands fisting into your clothes, his entire body pressing against yours like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You stand there, stunned, your own arms hovering slightly, unsure of what just happened.

"…Jungkook?” your voice comes out confused, hesitant.

But he just clings to you, burying his face into your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin.

You don’t know what’s going on.

But Jungkook?

He feels like he just got his heart beating again. You feel the way his body trembles against yours, his grip impossibly tight, like he’s holding onto you for dear life.

Then, the sound reaches you. A broken, uneven breath, followed by the unmistakable hitch of a sob.

Your heart clenches. “Kook…” Your voice is soft, laced with worry as you try to pull back, just enough to see his face. But he doesn’t let you. His arms only tighten, his body curling into yours, as if letting go would physically hurt him.

Panic bubbles in your chest, your hands instinctively reaching up to cradle his face, your fingers threading into his hair. “Hey… what happened?” Your voice wavers slightly. “Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

But Jungkook just shakes his head against your shoulder, another quiet, shaky breath leaving him.

You don’t understand.

But whatever this is, whatever’s breaking him like this—your own heart aches just watching him fall apart. Your concern deepens with every shaky breath that leaves Jungkook. He’s still clinging to you, his body trembling slightly, his face buried against your shoulder like he’s afraid to let go.

You don’t know what’s wrong, but seeing him like this—Jungkook, your Jungkook—completely unraveling, is enough to make panic rise in your chest.

Gently, you pull back, your hands cupping his face. His skin is warm, slightly damp from his tears, and when his glassy eyes finally meet yours, your stomach twists painfully.

“Come inside,” you whisper, your voice softer now, coaxing. “Please.”

He swallows thickly, nodding ever so slightly, but his grip on you doesn’t fully loosen. You guide him inside anyway, one hand wrapped around his wrist as you lead him toward the couch.

He sits down heavily, elbows resting on his knees, fingers threading through his hair as he exhales shakily. His shoulders are still tense, his whole body radiating something raw and unspoken.

You kneel in front of him, reaching for his hands, but he doesn’t lift his head.

Your worry deepens. “Jungkook… please tell me what’s wrong.” Silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. His fingers twitch against his temples, his breath uneven.

“I—” His voice is hoarse, cracking slightly. He swallows hard, gripping his knees. “I thought you left me.”

You blink, his words settling in, but it takes you a moment to fully process them.

He thought you left him?

Your brows furrow slightly as you shake your head. “Jungkook, I was babysitting Hanuel.”

His breath is still uneven, his hands gripping his knees like he’s trying to ground himself. His eyes flick up to meet yours, confused, searching.

“Hana and Seokjin had a date night,” you explain gently. “They asked me to watch him for a few hours.”

Hanuel, your neighbour's son. Jungkook stares at you, his body still tense, like his mind hasn’t caught up yet. You watch as his lips part slightly, his gaze flickering between you and the ring still clutched in his hand.

His fingers tighten around it, his knuckles paling. A beat of silence passes before he swallows thickly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“…Then why was this on the couch?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, fragile and uncertain, as if he’s afraid of the answer. And for the first time tonight, you don’t know what to say.

“I…” The word barely escapes your lips before you stand up, turning away from him. You can’t meet his eyes, not when your emotions are still raw, not when the weight of everything is pressing so heavily on your chest.

Jungkook notices immediately. Panic flickers across his face, and in an instant, he’s scrambling up after you. “Wait—baby, please.” His voice is desperate now, thick with emotion, his hands reaching out like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, stepping closer, his tone cracking under the weight of his own guilt. “I—fuck, I forgot—I don’t know how, I don’t even have an excuse, but—” He exhales sharply, shaking his head, his eyes glassy as they plead with yours.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” he whispers. “I swear, I didn’t.” But you still don’t look at him. And that alone is enough to make his heart sink.

You swallow hard, your arms wrapping around yourself as you stare at the floor. His words, his desperation, his guilt—they all swirl around you, but they don’t erase the ache in your chest.

“Do you even realize how much this hurt?” Your voice is quiet, but the weight of it makes Jungkook flinch. “I spent the entire day thinking—hoping—that maybe you had something planned. That maybe you were just pretending to forget.”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he steps closer, hesitating before reaching for your hand. You don’t pull away, but you don’t hold onto him either.

“I know,” he whispers. “I know I fucked up, baby. I—I was so caught up in work, I just…” He trails off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s not an excuse. Nothing is. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve been there.”

You let out a hollow laugh, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. “Jungkook… this isn’t just about today.”

His brows furrow, but he doesn’t interrupt.

You take a shaky breath. “It’s been weeks..maybe even longer—since I felt like your wife instead of just… someone waiting for you to come home.” Your voice wavers, but you push through. “And it’s not that I don’t understand. I do. I’ve always understood. But at what point do I stop being understanding and start being invisible to you?”

Jungkook’s breath catches, his grip on your hand tightening like he’s afraid to let go. “You’re not invisible,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “You never could be.”

“Then why do I feel like I am?”

Silence.

Jungkook shakes his head, his jaw clenching as he exhales unsteadily. “I never wanted to make you feel this way,” he murmurs. “You are everything to me, baby. Everything. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

Your eyes sting, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “Then show me, Jungkook. Because I can’t keep being the only one fighting for us.” The vulnerability in your voice nearly breaks him.

He’s been losing you, piece by piece, for a while now. And he hadn’t even noticed.

Jungkook feels his stomach drop, the weight of your words hitting harder than any argument, any fight you could have thrown at him. His grip on your hand tightens, but you don’t squeeze back.

He’s losing you.

And it’s not because of one forgotten anniversary—it’s because he hasn’t been here.

He swallows hard. “Baby…” His voice cracks, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek, but you step back before he can touch you.

The distance, however small, is enough to make his chest ache.

“Tell me, Jungkook,” you whisper, your voice barely holding together. “When was the last time we sat down and had breakfast together? When was the last time you really looked at me—not just kissed me on the forehead before rushing out the door?” You shake your head, a bitter chuckle escaping. “When was the last time we made love without it feeling like you were trying to release your stress instead of loving me?”

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

You let out a slow exhale, your voice calmer now but even heavier with hurt. “I don’t need grand gestures. I don’t need fancy gifts or a picture-perfect romance. I just… needed you to see me.”

His entire body feels cold. Because the truth is—he doesn’t have an answer.

He’s been so caught up in his responsibilities, his work, his stress, that he’s let the one person who has always been there for him slip through his fingers.

And the worst part? He didn’t even realize it was happening until now.

“Fuck.” His voice is raw, his hands running through his hair as he looks at you, really looks at you. At the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your lips tremble slightly like you’re holding back everything.

His heart clenches painfully. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you hold his gaze for a long moment before whispering, “I don’t know, Jungkook. Did you?”

Jungkook's breath is unsteady, his chest rising and falling too quickly as he stares at you, at the distance between you, the weight of your words suffocating him.

He moves. Before you can react, his hands are cupping your face, his touch desperate, almost shaky. His forehead presses against yours as he exhales a trembling breath, like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“I see you,” he whispers, his voice raw, strained. “I swear to god, I see you, baby. I just..I lost myself somewhere along the way, and I didn’t even realize I was dragging us down with me.”

His thumbs brush over your cheekbones, a silent plea laced in his touch. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Your heart clenches, but you don’t push him away. You should- you should make him sit with this, make him feel what it’s been like for you all this time. But then his grip tightens, his voice breaking.

“Please, baby.” His lips hover just above yours, not quite touching, his breath warm against your skin. “Tell me it’s not too late.”

His vulnerability shakes you to your core.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to steady yourself. “I don’t want to lose us either, Jungkook,” you whisper. “But I can’t keep being the only one holding on.”

Jungkook shakes his head instantly. “You’re not. You won’t be.” His lips ghost over your forehead before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “Let me prove it to you. Please.”

His desperation is tangible, seeping into every word, every touch. And for the first time tonight, you wonder if maybe, just maybe—he really does see you now.

Jungkook watches you, searching for something—anything in your eyes that tells him he hasn’t completely lost you.

Before doubt can settle in, he takes your hand, pressing it over his chest, right where his heart is hammering wildly. “Feel that?” he whispers. “That’s what you do to me, baby. Always.”

Your fingers twitch against his shirt, but you don’t pull away. You don’t move at all, just staring up at him, your expression unreadable.

He swallows hard. “I know I don’t say it enough. I know I don’t show it enough, but fuck, Y/n—” His hands tighten around yours, his voice barely above a breath. “There is nothing in this world that matters more to me than you.”

You let out a slow exhale, your gaze flickering, like you want to believe him. like a part of you does, but the hurt is still too fresh. So he gives you more.

“I’ll fix this,” he promises, his thumb brushing soft circles over your wrist. “Not with flowers, or gifts, or some last-minute bullshit—but with me. With us.”

His voice drops lower, thick with emotion. “Just tell me it’s not too late.” Your lips part slightly, but you don’t speak. Instead, you finally—finally press your palm flat against his chest, feeling the way his heart beats erratically beneath your touch.

It’s enough to break something inside Jungkook. His grip tightens as he leans in, his lips brushing against your temple, then your cheek—slow, hesitant, as if he’s still afraid you’ll slip away.

And when you don’t, when you let him, he exhales a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours once more.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Like if he says it enough, he can make up for all the times he didn’t. And maybe, just maybe—you’ll believe him again.

Jungkook’s breath is warm against your skin, his forehead still pressed against yours, his grip on you unwavering. His words linger in the air between you. raw, desperate, filled with a love that had always been there, even when he’d failed to show it.

You swallow hard, blinking against the tears clouding your vision. He’s waiting—watching you so intently, so hopelessly, as if your next words will either put him back together or completely shatter him.

You take a shaky breath. “Jungkook…” Your voice wavers, and his grip tightens instinctively. “I love you too.”

A sharp exhale leaves him, his entire body sinking slightly in relief. But before he can say anything, you continue. “But this hurt,” you whisper. “More than you realize.”

Jungkook stiffens, nodding quickly, his hands cupping your face again, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slip down your cheeks. “I know, baby. I know. And I hate myself for it.” His voice cracks, his jaw clenching before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

You let your eyes flutter shut for a second, exhaling slowly. “I don’t want promises, Jungkook,” you murmur. “I just… I need to feel like I matter to you again.”

His hands tremble slightly as they slide down, wrapping around yours. He lifts them to his lips, pressing gentle, reverent kisses to each of your knuckles, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

“You do,” he whispers. “More than anything. And I’m going to spend every damn day proving that to you.” His voice is steady now. no hesitation, no doubt. Just quiet, determined love. And though the ache in your chest hasn’t fully faded, something shifts.

Because this time, you don’t just hear him. You believe him. Even if just a little.

Jungkook presses another lingering kiss against your knuckles, his touch reverent, as if grounding himself in you. But before he can lose himself completely, you gently murmur, “Have you eaten?”

The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He shakes his head, gaze still searching yours. “No… I—"

“Go freshen up,” you say softly, stepping back just a little. “We’ll eat together.”

His fingers twitch against yours, hesitating to let go, but eventually, he nods. With one last glance—like he’s making sure you’re really here, he pulls away and heads toward the shower.

While he’s gone, you move to the kitchen, setting out dinner in quiet contemplation. The ache in your chest hasn’t completely faded, but there’s something else now- a warmth that wasn’t there before.

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By the time Jungkook emerges, hair damp, dressed in a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants, you’ve already placed the food on the table.

He hesitates for only a second before joining you, sliding into his chair. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice softer now.

You nod, offering a small smile as you take a seat. The conversation is light, effortless. Jungkook fills the silence, stealing glances at you like he’s still memorizing you all over again. And through it all, his hand never leaves yours, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

After dinner, he helps with the dishes, working beside you in quiet understanding. The air between you feels lighter, yet still fragile, like something delicate being pieced back together.

Jungkook sets the last dish onto the drying rack, wiping his hands on the towel before turning to you. There’s a soft, almost hopeful look in his eyes, like he’s clinging to this moment.

You step away, hesitating for just a second before opening the refrigerator. Jungkook watches in silence as you carefully pull out the cake, placing on the counter, your fingers grazing the edges of the plate, before finally speaking.

“I…I’d made this.”

The words are quiet, but they hit harder than any raised voice ever could. Jungkook’s entire body stiffening as guilt crashes into him all over again. His eyes flicker to the cake- to the careful details, the effort, the thought you had put into it, for him. And suddenly, it feels like the walls are caving in.

His throat tightens. His fingers curl at his sides. He can’t look at you. He doesn’t deserve to. Tears gather in his eyes, blurring his vision, his heart breaking all over again, not just because he forgot today, but because he had broken you in so many ways without even realizing it.

And that? That’s something he doesn’t know how to forgive himself for.

“Jungkook..”, your voice barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the heavy silence like a knife.

He wants to look at you, wants to say something—anything, but he can’t. His head remains bowed, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, as if holding himself together takes everything in him.

You take a small step forward, the space between you feeling larger than it actually is. His silence is deafening.

“Jungkook,” you say again, a little firmer this time.

His lips part, a shaky breath slipping through, but no words come out. He wants to speak, to apologize again, to tell you how much he loves you, to somehow fix this- but his throat feels tight, his chest heavy.

He doesn’t know if words are enough.

“I… I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” Jungkook chokes out, his voice trembling as he finally speaks. His hands shake at his sides, his eyes still glassy with unshed tears. “I’ve been an asshole—a terrible husband. I don’t even know how to make this right.” His breath stutters, his words spilling out faster now, raw and desperate.

“I wouldn’t even be surprised if you left me,” he continues, shaking his head. “You should’ve. You deserve better. I—I can’t believe I—”

“Jungkook.”

You don’t let him finish.

Instead, you reach up, cupping his face with both hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that have already begun to fall. His lips part in surprise, his rambling cut off as you rise onto your toes.

A gentle kiss on his lips.

Soft. Loving.

Tear-streaked and real.

Jungkook exhales shakily against your lips, his whole body melting into yours. His hands find your waist, holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright.

The kiss is slow, there's no desperation, no urgency. Just you and him, emotions bare. Tears continue to slip down your cheeks, mixing with his, salty and warm, but neither of you pull away. Because in this moment, there’s no need for words.

Just this.

Just love.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, your tears still wet against each other’s skin. Jungkook’s grip on your waist is firm, like he’s grounding himself in your touch, afraid to let go. His lips part, like he wants to speak, but before he can, you whisper,

“You’re not a terrible husband, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes glisten with more unshed tears, his lips pressing into a thin line, unable to speak. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs, offering him the smallest smile. “Just… love me better, okay?”

His throat bobs as he swallows hard, nodding again, more determined this time. “I will.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but you believe him.

You press one last gentle kiss to his cheek before stepping back, glancing at the cake still sitting on the counter. “Come on,” you say, nudging him lightly. “Let’s cut this before it melts.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, wiping at his face as he nods. He steps beside you, his hand instinctively finding yours again as you both move toward the small cake. The two of you cut into it together, Jungkook’s fingers lacing through yours around the knife handle. He doesn’t let go, even as you both take small bites in comfortable silence.

Once the plates are cleared, you tug at his wrist, nodding toward the bedroom. “Come to bed?”

Jungkook exhales, relief washing over his features as he nods. “Yeah.”

A few minutes later, you’re both under the covers, warmth surrounding you as Jungkook pulls you against his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you, his breath fanning against the top of your head as he whispers,

“I love you.”

This time, you don’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And for the first time in weeks, you fall asleep in his arms, where you’ve always belonged.

Jungkook’s fingers still tremble against your skin. Even as he holds you, his grip is laced with hesitance, a silent fear lingering beneath the warmth of his touch. It’s in the way his hands press into your back yet remain careful, as if he’s afraid of holding on too tightly.

You can feel the erratic thud of his heart beneath your palm, his breaths uneven, his chest rising and falling as if he’s struggling to keep himself steady.

And something about that, about him—makes your own heart ache.

Slowly, you lift your head from his chest, your eyes locking onto his in the dim glow of the room. His lips part slightly, his gaze unreadable, but the moment you lean in, his breath catches.

You kiss him.

It starts soft, so gentle, full of longing. Filled with everything you can’t put into words.

Jungkook melts into it instantly, his grip on you tightening, pulling you impossibly closer. The warmth of his lips, the slight hitch in his breath when you press harder. It sends a familiar heat curling through you.

The kiss deepens, your fingers gripping his t-shirt with urgency, needing to feel more. It’s desperate, heady, the space between you charged with something deeper than just want—something raw, something that had been missing for too long.

Jungkook pulls back gently. His forehead stays pressed against yours, both of you panting softly, but his hands shake slightly as they hold you in place.

His lips part, his breath uneven. “I… we shouldn’t…” He swallows hard, voice thick with hesitation. “I mean… I don’t want you to think I’m gonna fix this with sex.”

His words cut through the haze of warmth between you, grounding you both back in reality. You understand. Because even now—even now, he’s afraid. Afraid that this isn’t enough. Afraid that he isn’t enough.

Your eyes soften as you take in his hesitance, the uncertainty in his gaze, the way his breath trembles against your skin.

You reach up, your fingers threading gently through his hair. “I’m never gonna think like that, Kook,” you murmur, your voice quiet but sure.

His lips part slightly, his brows still knitted in concern, but before he can say anything, you lean in again. This time, the kiss is softer, filled with nothing but love.

You linger for a moment, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, “I just… I need you.” Another soft kiss. “Please.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, his entire body shuddering under the weight of your words.

And just like that, whatever hesitation he had left—it’s gone.

Your breaths grow uneven as your lips move against his, the heat between you intensifying with every passing second.

Jungkook shifts, his body hovering over yours, his weight pressing down just enough to make you feel him. His hands slip beneath the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing, his touch still hesitant, fingertips ghosting over your waist like he’s memorizing the feel of you all over again.

But you don’t want hesitation.

You tug at his shirt, a silent plea, and Jungkook obeys without question, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Before he can think, you pull him back in, capturing his lips in another deep, hungry kiss.

A quiet groan escapes him, his hands finally exploring freely, pressing against your skin, feeling the warmth beneath his palms. His lips leave yours only to trail down your neck, his breath warm as he presses soft, lingering kisses there.

You shiver when he reaches the collar of your shirt, your own hands moving to help him remove it. Dark, love-filled eyes roam over every inch of your skin, his lips parting slightly, as if he’s trying to find the words but nothing he could say would ever be enough. Still, he tries.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe. “So fucking perfect.”

Your breath catches when he lowers himself again, his lips planting soft, reverent kisses along your collarbone, trailing lower over your shoulder, your chest. Your husband's mouth mapping you like you’re something sacred.

His lips slowly wrap around one breast, his tongue flicking teasingly before sucking softly. A moan escapes you, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging lightly as he hums against your skin. His other hand moves to your neglected breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he keeps mouthing sweet nothings against you.

“You’re everything,” he whispers between kisses, his voice muffled against your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

And as the heat between you builds, his touch grows bolder. A desperate whimper escapes your lips as your fingers tangle deeper into Jungkook’s hair, your body arching toward him, silently pleading for more.

He groans against your skin, the sound low and warm, vibrating through you. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, pressing another lingering kiss to your chest before trailing lower, his lips tracing the curves of your body. “Let me take my time… let me make love to you.”

The way he says it, love—makes your stomach tighten, your heart aching as much as your body craves him. His hands glide down your waist, slow and purposeful, before slipping between your legs. His fingers find the damp fabric of your panties, pressing just lightly enough to make you gasp. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing his touch, and Jungkook groans at the feeling.

His dark eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, unable to form words, and that’s all he needs.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he tugs your panties down, dragging them slowly along your legs before discarding them somewhere behind him. His gaze never leaves you as he lowers himself further, trailing kisses down your stomach, over the sensitive skin of your hips.

He settles between your legs. You feel completely bare under his intense gaze, the way his lips part slightly, his eyes darkening as he drinks you in.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with something reverent, something devoted. His hands spread your thighs wider, his thumbs brushing along your skin in slow, soothing circles.

“My wife.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, making your core clench in anticipation.

Finally, he closes his mouth around you. One long, slow stroke of his tongue, and you fall apart instantly, a breathless moan slipping from your lips as your head tilts back against the pillows.

Jungkook hums against you, pleased, his hands gripping your thighs as he licks another slow, teasing stripe through your folds. “So fucking sweet,” he groans, the heat of his breath against your slick skin making your body tremble. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He isn't just making love, he's devouring you.

Jungkook hums against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as his tongue moves with slow, deliberate strokes. learning you all over again, savoring every little gasp and shudder that escapes you.

“Jungkook—” Your voice is breathless, almost pleading, your fingers tightening in his hair, tugging him closer.

He groans at that, the sound reverberating through your core as he laps at you with more purpose. His tongue flicks over your clit, teasing, testing, before he sucks gently, making your back arch off the bed.

“Fuck—” You whimper, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but his strong hands keep you spread wide, completely at his mercy.

His lips brushing your sensitive skin as he pulls back just enough to look up at you. His lips are slick, his dark eyes burning with desire.

Your cheeks burn, he dives back in, this time with more urgency. His tongue moves in tight circles, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deeper, firmer licks that have your breath hitching.

One hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying across your skin before reaching your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The combined sensation makes your thighs tremble, a moan tearing from your lips as your hips buck against his mouth.

Jungkook groans, clearly enjoying how responsive you are, his grip on you tightening as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, then sucks, harder this time, sending sparks shooting through your body.

“-fuck, Jungkook—” Your head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure builds, coiling tight in your stomach.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against you, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

The heat inside you is unbearable now, hot and consuming. You nod desperately, your moans spilling freely as you grip his hair, your body teetering on the edge. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He pushes you closer, his mouth working you over with expert precision, his hands holding you steady as your body starts to tremble.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against your heat. “Let me taste you.”

And with one final flick of his tongue, you shatter. Pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, thighs trembling as you moan his name like a prayer. Jungkook groans, drinking in everything you give him, his hands stroking your body as he helps you ride it out.

Only when your body goes slack does he finally pull away, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs, his voice thick with pride and adoration. “You’re so perfect,” he breathes between kisses, his voice thick with adoration. “My love. My wife.”

Jungkook moves up, trailing kisses along your body, over your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone. When he reaches your lips, he captures them in a deep, languid kiss, his hands cradling your face like you’re something fragile, something cherished.

Your fingers roam over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before moving lower, brushing over his abdomen until you reach the hardness straining against his sweats.

A groan rumbles from his chest at your touch, his hips twitching into your palm as you cup him, feeling just how ready he is.

“Baby…” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. You tug at the waistband of his pants, wordlessly asking for more. Jungkook obliges, sitting back just enough to push them down, kicking them off entirely.

He’s fully hard, the sight of him making your stomach tighten, heat pooling between your legs again. But before you can even reach for him Jungkook takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The intimacy of it overwhelming.

His other hand moves between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance, his eyes locked on yours, searching, making sure-

With a final nod from you, he pushes in, slow and careful, stretching you inch by inch.

A soft moan escapes your lips, but Jungkook kisses you instantly, swallowing the sound, his own groan muffled against your mouth as he sinks deeper. The moment he’s fully inside, he stills, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing you in. And as he holds you close, as your bodies mold together so seamlessly, you realize- this isn't just sex.

This is home.

Jungkook moves slowly, each roll of his hips deep and deliberate, as if he’s trying to make up for every moment he let slip away. His body is pressed flush against yours, warmth seeping into every inch of your skin, his breath shaky against your lips as he kisses you between each movement.

Your fingers dig softly into his back, nails pressing just enough to ground yourself in the overwhelming sensation of him. One hand moves to his hair, your fingers threading through the strands, tugging gently as his lips travel from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that make your heart ache.

It’s slow, it’s deep, it’s love.

And then, suddenly, you feel it.

A faint tremble against your body.

Something warm and wet against your neck where Jungkook has buried his face.

Your breath catches as realization dawns- he’s crying. Tears gather in your own eyes without warning, the sheer weight of the moment crashing over you all at once.

You tighten your hold on him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press a soft kiss into his hair. “Kook…” you whisper, your voice barely holding steady.

He shudders at your touch, at the way you hold him, like you’re not just letting him fall apart but falling apart with him.

“I—” His voice cracks as he exhales shakily, his thrusts faltering for a moment. “I’m so sorry, baby.” His lips find your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he presses kisses there—apology after apology, praise after praise.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmurs between kisses, his words thick with emotion. “You always have been.” A tear slips down your cheek as you cup his face, guiding him up until his forehead rests against yours.

“I know,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I know, Jungkook.”

His lips crash against yours again, the kiss slow and deep, his movements resuming, gentle but full of something raw, something unspoken. His hands grip your waist tighter, his body moving in perfect sync with yours, as if this moment is rewriting everything.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, voice laced with love. “I’ll always have you.”

Jungkook shudders, gripping you tighter, his lips pressing against your shoulder, his movements slowing but never stopping. You can feel the love in every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath against your skin.

And when the pleasure builds to its peak, you come undone together, your bodies melting into one as waves of warmth crash over you. His name spills from your lips, his deep groan following right after, his arms holding you so tight you swear he never plans on letting go.

Silence lingers, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. Then, Jungkook shifts, lifting his head just enough to press the softest kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse but full of devotion. “I don’t deserve you… but I swear, I’ll spend my life proving that I do.”

You cup his face, your thumb brushing away the remnants of dried tears. “Just love me like this, Jungkook,” you whisper, voice steady. “That’s all I need.”

His hands tightening around you as his forehead presses against yours. “I’ll love you more,” he vows, his voice breaking slightly. “More than this, more than anything. Always.” His words settle deep in your chest, warm and real, and when he pulls you impossibly closer, tucking you into his arms, you believe him.

His heartbeat is steady now, no longer frantic with fear. Just warm, solid, home.

As sleep begins to pull you under, you hear him whisper one last thing against your hair.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

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J's Fan Fiction Recommendations

Hello lovelies! Here are just a few Fanfic Recommendations that I personally LOVE <3 Please enjoy!

THE ART OF PRETENDING - @ggukivrse ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend.

JUST THIS ONCE | JUST THIS... TWICE? | THRID TIMES THE CHARM - @ggukivrse ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | mini-series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no. after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?

HENNA KISSES - @ggukivrse ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | drabble ♡ fluff ♡ summary. in which you're stuck waiting for your henna to dry, and jungkook takes full advantage to pepper you with kisses

CALL ME YOURS - @iboozi ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | mini-series ♡ fluff, angst ♡ summary: In which he calls you by his name, and you call him by yours.

HOLD ON TO ME - @kooklovee ♡ jungkook x reader | oneshot ♡ fluff, angst, smut ♡ summary. Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered.

MARRIED FOR SEVEN DAYS - @kooklovee ♡ jungkook x reader | oneshot ♡ fluff, smut ♡ summary. Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

NO MERCY - @dailynnt ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | mini-series ♡ smut, angst ♡ summary: You are the heir to a clan that has been deposed. His name is on her death list. To avenge your parents' deaths, you play a game with the devil in an expensive suit. Use it - that's your plan. But what do you do when the enemy knows your every move... and your every fear? But there is a fine line between calculation and passion. And in this world, where betrayal is an everyday currency, the most dangerous thing is to lose control.

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST - @dailynnt ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

A SECRET SPUN IN SILK - @spideyjimin ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. loving jungkook was easy, he was the shy and nerdy guy no one really noticed, and that was fine for him. however, everything changed when a radioactive spider bite turned him into the city’s mysterious new hero. as a detective, you were quick to notice the shift. then, his mentor, Kang Sangmin, died in front of you. now, you’re hunting a killer and uncovering the truth about the man you thought you knew.

I WON'T STOP YOU - @imsarabum ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

MUTT - @letsbangts ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | mini(?)-series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary: when he’s with you, he’s like a dog with a bone.

MATURE - @jiminrings ♡ jungkook x reader | oneshot ♡ angst, fluff ♡ summary. the good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed.

THE ALPHA OMEGA SERIES - @borathae ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | series ♡ smut, fluff, angst ♡ summary. Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates.

VELVET WAVES - @gukcnt ♡ jungkook x reader | oneshot ♡ smut, fluff, angst ♡ summary. in which you go to a vacation in Maldives with your husband, where he shows his love for you by spoiling you with luxuries and passionate experiences that'll forever be in your heart.

SHADOWS OF OBSESSION - @gukcnt ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. a criminal's obsession with a shy medical student starts a passionate mix of desire and darkness. As their worlds collide, secrets get exposed and possession turns into love. In a world filled with betrayal and the weight of their own pasts, can they find a way to survive together? or will their twisted bond ultimately destroy them both?

BAD CHEM - @muniimyg ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | mini-series ♡ smut, angst, fluff ♡ summary. after overhearing jungkook fuck someone else; you can’t help but want out of being his frenemy

PRIORITIES - @kookiesncreamri ♡ jungkook x reader - ongoing | series ♡ smut, angst, fluff, social media au ♡ summary. didn’t you both decide it’s just fwb? Then why does it feel like it’s more?

PALENTINES - @whyse7vn ♡ ot7 x reader | oneshot(?) ♡ fluff(?), social media au ♡ summary. n/a (all I know is that I loved this)

IN LOVE WITH LOVE (WITH YOU) - @pantoneyoongi ♡ jungkook x reader - completed | series ♡ fluff ♡ summary. you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.

MORE WILL COME! (IF NO LINKS WORK PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I SHALL SORT IT WHEN I CAN)

[kooklovee]

where do I begin withhhh😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[kooklovee]

hiiieee I've decided to do drabbles for Hold on to me (like from time to time?). I've thought about this ever since I got another drabble request for them 💋 andd

it won't be in any particular order SOO you can send in requests anytime!! n I'll see what I can do 🧘‍♀️

[kooklovee]

'*•.¸♡ Welcomee ♡¸.•*'

hello lovelies🌷(mainly) Jungkook and Yoongi focused blog.. bt I'll write for others too if I get the time haha <3 andd you might be getting mostly established relationship au's from me?🫠 alsoo I love editinggg💃

English is not my first language🙃 Anyways, enjoy! ᡣ𐭩

If you wanna ask/talk anything about my characters or me, feel free to drop them in my ask. I'd lovee to interact with y'all💗 you can call me Ly🎀

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𐙚 JEON JUNGKOOK 𐙚

⋆ HOLD ON TO ME | angst, smut (18+)

established relationship au, CeoHusband!Jk x Wife!Reader

Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage, & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered..

Can he make it up to you, or is it already too late?

wc - 11k

Bonus drabbles : (in no particular order)

holding on to you

more will be added..

⋆ RUINED RIGHT | smut (18+)

established relationship au, bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Your boyfriend’s back to you on a break from his military training. In other words, you’re making up for the lost time in the hottest, messiest way possible.

wc - 4k

⋆ MARRIED FOR 7 DAYS | fluff, smut (18+)

established relationship au, bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

wc - 7.8k

⋆ DRUNK IN LOVE | fluff, smut (18+)

established relationship au, bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Jungkook takes care of his adorably drunk girlfriend, in more than a few ways.

wc - 2.5k

⋆ YOURS FOR A YEAR | Series

fake/contract marriage au, Ceo!Jungkook x f!Reader

To be released..

𐙚 MIN YOONGI 𐙚

⋆ SOAKED IN YOU | fluff, slice of life

established relationship au, bf!Yoongi x gf!Reader

Rain, love & your boyfriend’s guitar

wc - 1.3k

⋆ CLAIMED | smut (18+)

established relationship au, bf!Yoongi x gf!Reader

"The only Min you'll ever get is this one."

latest - Claimed

WIP : yours for a year Jk, boss jk fic, hotm drabble

writing schedule

pls refrain from reposting/translating any of my works

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⋆ Jungkook ff recs by me - Part 1 , Part 2

[kooklovee]

HOLD ON TO ME (m) - JJK

Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered..

Can he make it up to you, or is it already too late?

Pairing - CeoHusband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

Genre - 18+, established relationship au, angst, fluff, smut, some more angst MDNI

ONESHOT - 11k words

Warnings - angsty ride, hurt/comfort, workaholic Jungkook, miscommunication, crying, deep emotional intimacy, slow build, Jungkook is an idiot but trust me he's sweet alright😭, Explicit smut- unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), soft dom Jk, nipple play, lots of kissing, love-making, creampie, pet names <3, praises, happy ending (sad ending's not in my veins🫸)

a/n- snsjkqkw It's my first fic (well more like I've taken the courage to actually post it)🥹 do let me know your thoughts on it <3 n consider a reblog if you like it, thank you for reading! 🫶

Masterlist kofi☕

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The soft glow of the overhead light casts long shadows across the dining room. But its warmth does nothing to chase away the cold emptiness creeping into your chest.

You sit in one of the dining chairs, fingers idly tracing the gold band on your ring finger, the once-familiar weight of it.. feeling heavier than ever. The house is silent, except for the distant hum of the city beyond the huge windows.

Jungkook is late. Again.

You’ve lost count of how many nights have passed like this, curled up alone in bed, the space beside you growing colder with each passing hour.

He always has a reason. A meeting that ran overtime, a last-minute project, something urgent that demands his attention more than you do. And you’ve always understood. Until now.

Your second anniversary is just around the corner, and for the first time in weeks, you have something to look forward to. Something that, surely, he wouldn’t forget.

You let out a slow breath, staring at the untouched dinner on the table. It’s the third time this week you’ve set two plates, only to eat alone. The food has long gone cold, but you still can’t bring yourself to clear it away. Some foolish, desperate part of you still hopes Jungkook will walk through the door, pulling you into his arms, murmuring apologies against your skin.

But the door stays closed. Your phone stays silent.

You check the time—almost midnight.

He used to call. Even when he was busy, he always found a way to let you know he was thinking about you. A quick text. A voice note. Something. Now, hours pass without a word, and you’re left wondering when exactly you started feeling like a ghost in your own marriage.

You clench your fists, blinking back the sting in your eyes. This isn’t you. You don’t doubt him. You don’t overthink things. But these days, love feels a lot like waiting, and waiting feels a lot like breaking.

And you’re so damn tired of breaking.

You close your eyes, trying to remember the Jungkook from before, before work took over, before the distance set in. The man who, despite his quiet nature, always found a way to make you feel cherished. He wasn’t one for grand speeches, but his words had always carried weight. Small, simple confessions once meant everything. Now, silence is all you get.

It wasn’t always easy with Jungkook. Back in college, he was cold, reserved, a storm you could never quite predict. But little by little, he let you in. His love had been careful, deliberate, whispered promises in the dark, stolen glances across crowded rooms, fingertips brushing against yours like a secret only the two of you understood.

And now, it feels like you’re losing him.

The thought sends a sharp ache through your chest. You tell yourself it’s just work, that the weight of being CEO is heavier than either of you expected. That he still loves you, even if he doesn’t say it as often.

But love isn’t supposed to feel like this.

The clock hits midnight.

You don’t know what you were expecting. A text? A call? Maybe the sound of the front door unlocking, Jungkook stepping in, exhausted but still managing to hold you close?

But there’s nothing.

Your throat tightens as you stare at the small cake sitting on the dining table, the frosting slightly uneven, the decorations a little clumsy. You were never a good cook. Jungkook knew that better than anyone. But in the early days of your marriage, you had tried. Because back then, cooking together had been something special. Flour-dusted fingertips, shared laughter over burnt pancakes, stolen kisses between stirring batter.

So tonight, with him too busy and too stressed, you thought a quiet, cozy celebration would be enough. Something small, something just for the two of you.

But now, looking at the untouched dinner, the unlit candle, and the cake that no longer seems worth eating, you realize how foolish that hope was.

You glance at your phone—no messages, no missed calls.

You put away the plates. You put the cake in the fridge, even though you know it’ll probably stay there, forgotten.

And then you crawl into bed alone, wrapping your arms around yourself because if Jungkook won’t hold you, who else will?

----

You stir, feeling the warmth of an arm lazily draped around your stomach. The weight is familiar, and for a moment it feels like everything is okay.

Jungkook is still asleep. Shirtless, his toned chest rises and falls in steady breaths, his face soft in the morning light. His dark lashes cast faint shadows on his skin, and his lips parted just slightly, making him look so much younger, so much more at peace.

You take your time looking at him, memorizing the exhaustion on his face, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He must’ve come home late—so late that you hadn’t even heard him.

Still, he’s here. Beside you. And that alone is enough to make something flicker in your chest.

Maybe he’s planned to stay home today.

Of course he remembers.

You can’t help but lean in, pressing a soft, loving kiss against his cheek. His skin is warm beneath your lips, and for a fleeting moment, everything feels like it used to.

Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, his brows knitting slightly before relaxing again. A small, sleepy noise escapes him, and the sound makes you giggle softly.

He stirs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little before his lashes flutter open. His dark eyes, still hazy with sleep, land on you, and for a second, there’s nothing but quiet warmth in them.

"You're up early," he murmurs, his voice thick with drowsiness. His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your waist, a touch so familiar yet so foreign all at once.

You smile, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. "Couldn't sleep much," you admit softly.

Jungkook hums in response, his eyes falling shut again for a moment. He nuzzles into the pillow, his grip on you still firm like he has no intention of letting you go. And for a brief, fragile second, the weight of last night, of the distance, of everything, seems to disappear.

Maybe he really did plan to stay home today. Maybe this morning means something.

Your heart clenches with the smallest trace of hope.

Jungkook lets out a long breath and shifts onto his back, stretching his arms above his head before blindly reaching for his phone on the nightstand. His warmth leaves your side, the air turning cold almost instantly.

You watch as his expression shifts, sleep slipping away as his screen lights up. His brows furrow, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

Then, with barely a glance in your direction, he mutters, "Shit, I need to get to the office."

The hope you held onto so desperately?

Gone.

You blink, your mind scrambling to catch up.

Maybe he's kidding. Maybe this is just one of his teasing games, the kind where he acts all nonchalant just to catch you off guard later. That’s how it used to be. Him pretending to forget something important, only to turn around and surprise you in a way that left you breathless.

So you wait.

You wait for the smirk to tug at his lips, for him to toss his phone aside and pull you into his arms. You wait for him to kiss you insane, to murmur a husky "Happy anniversary, baby," against your skin.

You wait for him to prove you wrong.

But he doesn't.

Jungkook swings his legs over the bed, rubbing a hand down his face before standing up. He moves through the motions—grabbing a fresh shirt from the dresser, checking his notifications again, already half-immersed in whatever work emergency is pulling him away.

The realization settles in. suffocating. He’s not playing. He’s not pretending. He really forgot.

And with that, the last flicker of hope inside you dies.

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The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut barely registers in your mind. The faint rush of water follows soon after, but you’re still frozen in place, staring at the empty space where Jungkook was just moments ago.

Your fingers grip the sheets as you try to process it, try to make sense of the ache settling deep in your chest.

He forgot.

The thought circles endlessly, refusing to fade. It should be simple, just a mistake, something easily fixed with an apology. But it doesn’t feel simple. It feels like another crack in something that’s already been fragile for weeks.

Your gaze drifts to your phone, the screen lighting up with messages from friends and family. Warm wishes, sweet texts. All reminders of the day that Jungkook should have been the first to acknowledge. And of course, they must have messaged him too.

But you know the answer before you even have to question it. Jungkook has two phones—one for work, one for personal use. And these days, his personal phone sits untouched, collecting dust somewhere in the house while his work phone never leaves his side.

Your throat tightens.

Even if someone did remind him, would he have even seen it? Would it have even mattered?

You swallow hard, blinking against the sudden sting in your eyes.

Maybe you should say something. Maybe you should remind him.

But a part of you, one that you don’t want to acknowledge—wonders if it even matters anymore.

You push yourself up from the bed, the weight in your chest making it harder than it should be. You don’t want to sit here, waiting for him to remember, waiting for an apology that might never come.

So you move. Just as you step toward the bathroom, the shower turns off. The door opens a moment later, as Jungkook steps out, towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest.

For a brief second, your eyes meet. He looks at you, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, his expression unreadable. There’s no sign of realization, no flicker of guilt or hesitation. Just the same tired, distracted gaze you’ve been seeing for weeks.

You say nothing. Instead, you walk past him, entering the washroom to go about your usual routine. brushing your teeth, washing your face, anything to avoid the tightness in your throat.

The sound of the sink running is the only thing filling the silence between you.

By the time you step out of the washroom, Jungkook is already dressed for work. His tie is slightly loosened, one hand adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves while the other holds his ever-present work phone. He looks like he’s in a hurry, but that isn’t surprising. He’s been having breakfast at the office for weeks now—always rushing out, always too busy.

Still, you can’t grasp that he’s actually forgotten.

Some part of you still expects him to pause, to turn around and say something. But he doesn’t. He’s focused on his screen, scanning through emails like today is just another ordinary morning.

Your chest tightens. You need to look away before the emotions creeping up inside you spill over. So, you pretend.

You settle at the table, opening your laptop like it’s just another workday. Since you’ve been working from home for the past couple of months, this isn’t unusual—but today, it’s not about work. It’s about avoiding him. About keeping your head down so he doesn’t see the way your hands tremble slightly.

If you act normal, maybe it’ll hurt less. Maybe you won’t break in front of him.

And maybe, just maybe, if you pretend hard enough, you can fool yourself into believing it doesn’t hurt at all.

“Baby, can you help me with the tie?”

His voice is smooth- like every other morning before this one. Like today isn’t supposed to mean more.

You hesitate for half a second before standing up, walking towards him. Your fingers move automatically, looping the fabric, tightening the knot, straightening it against his crisp shirt. You should pull away the moment you’re done, return to your seat, to your laptop, to pretending like everything is fine.

But just as you step back, Jungkook’s hand catches your wrist.

Before you can react, he tugs you closer, his warmth enveloping you as his large hand cups the side of your face, fingers splayed against your skin like he’s memorizing the feel of you. His touch is tender, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek, his dark eyes holding yours for a beat too long. like he’s seeing you, really seeing you, for the first time in days.

Then, he kisses you.

Warm & lingering. Like he actually means it. Like he actually feels it.

“Need it for good luck,” he mumbles lovingly against your lips, his voice deep, hushed.

You blink up at him.

Jungkook pulls back slightly, offering a small smile. “Big deal with the Kims today.”

And just like that, reality crashes back in.

Your mind struggles to process, to understand how he can be like this. How can he kiss you like this and still not remember.

His mind is somewhere else. His thoughts, his focus—none of it is here. None of it is with you.

You force a smile, nodding wordlessly. Because what else is there to say?

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Jungkook moves around the house, gathering his things- his wallet, his keys. You stay where you are, settled on the couch with your laptop open, pretending to be busy, pretending that your heart isn’t sitting heavy in your chest.

Just as he’s about to leave, he steps toward you, bending down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Love you,” he murmurs.

Before you can even respond, he’s already halfway through the living room, his focus elsewhere, his steps hurried.

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop it.

You remember a time when things were different. When he used to whine, pout, and nudge you relentlessly if you didn’t say it back right away, just to tease him.

Flashback

The movie playing in the background had long been forgotten, the dialogue drowned out by the soft moans slipping from your lips. The purple neon glow cast dreamy hues across the living room, painting Jungkook’s skin in shades of violet as he moved above you.

His fingers laced tightly with yours, grip tightening slightly as his thrusts grew more desperate.

“J-Jungkook…” you moaned softly, nails digging into his hand.

He groaned against your neck, his breath hot, voice wrecked. “Fuck, baby…”

Your body arched beneath him, pleasure building to something uncontrollable. “I—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice deep and rough, sending you tumbling over the edge.

You both unraveled together, gasping, shaking, holding onto each other like the world outside didn’t exist.

Jungkook pressed lazy, loving kisses all over your face, his lips brushing over your cheeks, your eyelids, the tip of your nose. “You alright?” he whispered.

You nodded, a sleepy, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. But then he just stared at you. A little too long. A little too intensely.

And then, barely above a whisper, like a secret meant only for you—he said, “I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, a playful grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you bit down on them, trying to contain your smile. He’d been saying it more often lately, slowly getting used to voicing what he felt.

But when you took a second too long to respond, he groaned dramatically, dropping his head into the crook of your neck like a kicked puppy.

“Say it back,” he grumbled.

“What?” you teased, laughing.

Jungkook huffed, then playfully bit down on your shoulder, just enough to make you squeal.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice muffled against your skin.

Still giggling, you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his nose. “I love you, you big baby.”

His grin was instant, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you even closer, like he could never get enough.

End of Flashback

Now, he just says it in passing. quick, thoughtless, already moving on.

The front door clicks shut, and just like that, Jungkook is gone.

You sit there, fingers motionless on your laptop’s keyboard as the weight of what just happened settles deep in your chest. He forgot. He kissed you, held you, told you he loved you, but none of it was because he remembered.

Is this what your relationship has become?

Work, work, work. Always work.

It’s not that you expect Jungkook to run behind you all the time, to ditch his responsibilities just to shower you with affection. Hell, you supported him through everything- through college, through late nights chasing his dreams, through every stressful moment leading up to him becoming CEO. You believed in him.

But what about your love? Your marriage? Communication?

You’ve been patient. Too patient. more understanding than any normal wife would be. And you know Jungkook. You know he loves you, would bring you the whole damn world if you asked. But then why—why are you beginning to question it all?

Jungkook stepped into the CEO position a few months ago. At first, things were fine. He handled it well, still made time for you. But then… everything became about work. Slowly, then all at once.

You can’t even remember the last time you had truly loving sex. Not that Jungkook doesn’t love you but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. There’s tension in his touch, frustration in the way he moves against you. It’s not the warmth, the desperation to be close to you like it used to be.

Is this how life is going to be from now on?

Sure, you could talk to Jungkook about your feelings. Tell him that the distance is starting to feel unbearable.

But when?

When he’s always checking his phone? When he barely even looks at you in the mornings? When you feel like you’re living with the CEO rather than your husband?

Well, happy anniversary to you.

----

Your gaze drops to your hand, to the delicate band wrapped around your finger.

Your wedding ring.

For the first time in a long time, you really look at it- tracing the intricate details, the subtle shimmer in the morning light. And suddenly, it feels… heavier. Like you’re only noticing the weight of it now, as if it’s trying to remind you of everything it once meant.

Before you even realize what you’re doing, your fingers slip beneath the band, sliding it off. It’s only when the cool air brushes against your bare skin that it hits you.

Your breath catches, eyes widening at the sight of the ring resting in your palm. You hadn’t even thought about it—you just did it. And now, staring at the small, beautiful piece of jewelry, something inside you cracks. Tears gather before you can stop them.

Jungkook had spent weeks searching for this ring. Dragged you to countless jewelry stores, analyzing every cut, every design, obsessed with finding the perfect one. And no matter how many times you had told him that anything would make you happy, he had refused to settle for less.

"It has to be special," he had murmured against your temple the day he finally found it, slipping it onto your finger with the softest smile. "Because you’re special."

A broken sob escapes your throat as you clutch the ring tightly in your palm.

How did you end up here?

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Jungkook leans back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he watches the final contract details appear on his screen. The deal with the Kims had gone smoothly, better than expected, actually. It should’ve been a moment of satisfaction, of relief.

Instead, he just drowns himself in more work.

The hours blur together, his coffee going cold beside him as he moves from one task to another. Another meeting. Another report. Another email. The same routine, the same cycle.

It’s later than evening when a familiar voice interrupts the quiet hum of his office.

“So you’re really here.”

Jungkook glances up, his fingers still typing as Taehyung steps into his cabin, arms crossed, a deep frown on his face.

“Hey, hyung,” Jungkook greets, barely looking away from his screen.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head playfully. “I really didn’t believe it when Yuna said you were still in your cabin.”

Jungkook blinks, confused. “Why?”

Taehyung gives him a look like he’s the biggest idiot in the world. “Y/N must really love you to let you work even today. My wife—dude, she would’ve killed me.”

Jungkook hums absentmindedly, still typing, still lost in work. “Mmm.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue, watching him for a second before letting out a chuckle. “Anyways, you’re still an asshole for working on your anniversary.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the keyboard. The realization crashes into him all at once, like a punch to the gut, like ice spreading through his veins.

Fuck.

Jungkook’s fingers hover motionless over the keyboard.

His mind races to catch up with Taehyung’s words, but they don’t make sense. Not right away.

Anniversary?

No, that can’t be right. His brows furrow slightly as he glances at the date on his laptop screen.

November 22.

His wedding anniversary.

For a second, he just stares, as if the numbers might shift into something else, something that doesn’t prove what an absolute idiot he’s been. His heartbeat picks up, but his body doesn’t move. It’s like his brain refuses to register it fully, like if he doesn’t react, it won’t be real.

He’d forgotten.

Completely.

No hints, no reminders, no last-minute realization before heading out this morning. Just an entire day of emails, meetings, and a deal he had been so damn focused on that he hadn’t even spared a single thought for you.

His wife.

But—no, that can’t be right. He would’ve remembered. He should’ve remembered.

His jaw tightens, his mind scrambling for some excuse, some reason. anything to justify how this happened. But no matter how many ways he tries to twist it, the truth doesn’t change.

You had expected something. Of course you had. And Jungkook had given you nothing.

Taehyung’s voice barely registers now, his casual teasing just background noise to the way Jungkook’s pulse is starting to hammer against his ribs.

His wife. His love. His anniversary.

And he had let it pass him by like it was just another day.

How the fuck is he supposed to fix this?

Taehyung squints at Jungkook, waiting for some kind of reaction. When Jungkook stays quiet, his fingers frozen over the keyboard, Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He leans forward, palms flat on Jungkook’s desk. “You just realized, didn’t you?”

Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Hyung, not now.”

“Oh, no. Especially now,” Taehyung shoots back, shaking his head. “Damn, man. Y/N must really love you to put up with this shit.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, his mind already spiraling. He checks the time—late. The entire day is gone. He’s spent hours sitting here, drowning himself in work while you—

Fuck.

He pushes his chair back abruptly, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. His coat is next, yanked from the back of his chair as he moves on instinct.

“Whoa, whoa.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “So now you care?”

Jungkook levels him with a glare, his voice lower, sharper. “Hyung.”

Taehyung lifts his hands in surrender, though his smirk lingers. “Go. Try not to get divorced on your second anniversary.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for another word. He’s already out the door, moving faster than he has all day.

And for the first time today, work is the last thing on his mind.

----

Jungkook’s mind races as he grips the steering wheel, his fingers tightening with every passing second. The city lights blur past, but all he can focus on is the suffocating weight in his chest.

How the fuck did he forget?

His phone vibrates in the passenger seat- probably another work email but for the first time in months, he ignores it. Instead, he swipes through his contacts, pressing the first name that comes to mind.

“Pick up, pick up,” he mutters, jaw clenched as the dial tone rings.

“Yes, Mr.Jeon?”

“Yuna.” His voice is rushed, urgent. “I need you to get me something. Flowers. A gift. Something big—just—fuck, anything.”

A pause. “Sir?”

“Now,” he snaps.

There’s a shuffle on the other end before his assistant hesitantly speaks again. “I…Mr.Jeon, it’s almost 10 p.m. Most places are closed.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair. Of course they are. Because he’s too fucking late.

His grip tightens around the wheel. “Just—check. Call whoever. I’ll pay whatever.”

“Understood,” Yuna replies before hanging up.

What the fuck is he even doing?

No expensive gift, no overpriced bouquet, no last-minute grand gesture can erase the fact that he forgot. That he spent an entire day drowning in work while you—his wife, his love, the woman who has stood by him through everything—sat at home, waiting for him to remember.

His hands clench the wheel.

How much had he missed? How much had he ignored?

And the worst part—the part that makes his pulse spike, that has panic clawing at his ribs is the question he doesn’t have an answer to.

What if you’re done waiting?

Jungkook slams his foot down on the gas.

He’s not losing you. He won’t.

----

Jungkook steps into the house, and immediately, something feels off. The air is still. The silence stretches, suffocating, pressing against his chest. Almost all the lights are off, the space eerily empty, like no one has been here for hours.

His throat dries. “Baby?”

No answer.

He frowns, dropping his keys onto the counter with a sharp clink. His feet move quickly, checking the kitchen, the living room, even the hallway leading to the bedroom. nothing.

A weird feeling starts creeping up his spine. His heart beats faster as he strides toward the bedroom door, only to find the bed untouched, the sheets exactly the way he had left them this morning.

You’re not here.

His pulse spikes, a cold sweat forming at the base of his neck. His hands tremble as he yanks his phone out, immediately dialing your number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

Straight to voicemail.

His stomach drops. A shaky breath escapes him as he stares at his screen, the call log mocking him with the lack of response. His fingers tighten around the device, his mind spiraling.

Where are you? At this time of night, alone- where could you have gone?

The walls feel like they’re closing in on him. His lungs strain for air.

Then, another thought claws its way in, violent and unwelcome.

Did you leave?

No. No. His chest tightens, his breath coming faster now. That’s not—that’s not possible. You wouldn’t just leave him. You wouldn’t—

He swallows hard, shaking his head. Don’t go there, Jungkook. Don’t even fucking go there.

But the panic is already curling around his ribs, suffocating, unrelenting.

You’re not here. And right now, that is the worst fucking thing in the world.

Jungkook’s fingers tremble as he redials your number.

Voicemail. Again.

“Fuck.” His breath comes out uneven, panic clawing at his throat. His hands are clammy, his chest tightening with every passing second. Where are you?

His mind is spiraling now, every worst-case scenario flashing through his head. His jaw clenches as he swipes to his contact list calling your friends.

Each time, the same response.

No, I haven’t seen her.

Did you check with—

Wait, what’s going on?

Jungkook grits his teeth, his hand tightening into a fist. His breathing is shallow, his pulse out of control. You weren’t with your friends. You weren’t picking up. You weren’t home.

And he still had no idea where you were.

Jungkook grabs his car keys with shaky hands, his mind racing. He doesn’t know where to go, doesn’t have a plan. All he knows is that he has to find you.

His feet move on instinct, carrying him toward the door. But just as he reaches for the handle, something catches his eye.

A small glint.

His breath stills. His gaze shifts toward the couch, and that’s when he sees it.

Your wedding ring.

Sitting there. Abandoned.

For a moment, everything stops. The pounding in his chest, the rush of his movements—everything.

The air in the room feels heavier, suffocating. His fingers twitch at his sides as he stares at the delicate band, his stomach twisting into something painful.

You never took it off. Never.

Jungkook swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He steps forward, slowly, almost cautiously, like touching it will somehow make this nightmare real.

His hand trembles as he picks it up, the cool metal pressing into his palm..

Jungkook stares at the ring in his palm, his vision blurring as a lump lodges itself in his throat. Tears burn at the corners of his eyes, his chest tightening painfully.

You wouldn’t just leave him like that… would you?

The thought alone knocks the air from his lungs. His grip on the ring tightens as his mind spirals, drowning in questions that only make the ache worse.

Were you thinking about this before today?

How long have you been feeling like this, so alone, so unloved that taking off your ring even crossed your mind?

A sharp breath escapes him, shaky and uneven. His knees buckle, and before he can stop himself, he’s sinking onto the floor, the weight of everything crashing down at once.

The ring feels heavier than it should, pressing into his palm like a cruel reminder of everything he’s neglected, everything he’s taken for granted. He squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a slow, trembling breath.

He needs to find you. He needs to fix this.

Before it’s too late.

Jungkook exhales shakily, forcing himself to move. His legs feel unsteady, but he pushes through, gripping the wedding ring so tightly it bites into his skin.

Somehow, he manages to stand, his entire body tense with desperation. He stumbles toward the door, his heart pounding, his mind racing with every possibility of where you could be.

But just as his fingers reach for the handle—

The door swings open.

And there you are.

Jungkook freezes, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, everything stills. His panic, his thoughts, his entire world narrowing to the sight of you standing in front of him.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he moves.

He crashes into you, arms wrapping around you so tightly it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. His grip is desperate, his hands fisting into your clothes, his entire body pressing against yours like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You stand there, stunned, your own arms hovering slightly, unsure of what just happened.

"…Jungkook?” your voice comes out confused, hesitant.

But he just clings to you, burying his face into your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin.

You don’t know what’s going on.

But Jungkook?

He feels like he just got his heart beating again. You feel the way his body trembles against yours, his grip impossibly tight, like he’s holding onto you for dear life.

Then, the sound reaches you. A broken, uneven breath, followed by the unmistakable hitch of a sob.

Your heart clenches. “Kook…” Your voice is soft, laced with worry as you try to pull back, just enough to see his face. But he doesn’t let you. His arms only tighten, his body curling into yours, as if letting go would physically hurt him.

Panic bubbles in your chest, your hands instinctively reaching up to cradle his face, your fingers threading into his hair. “Hey… what happened?” Your voice wavers slightly. “Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

But Jungkook just shakes his head against your shoulder, another quiet, shaky breath leaving him.

You don’t understand.

But whatever this is, whatever’s breaking him like this—your own heart aches just watching him fall apart. Your concern deepens with every shaky breath that leaves Jungkook. He’s still clinging to you, his body trembling slightly, his face buried against your shoulder like he’s afraid to let go.

You don’t know what’s wrong, but seeing him like this—Jungkook, your Jungkook—completely unraveling, is enough to make panic rise in your chest.

Gently, you pull back, your hands cupping his face. His skin is warm, slightly damp from his tears, and when his glassy eyes finally meet yours, your stomach twists painfully.

“Come inside,” you whisper, your voice softer now, coaxing. “Please.”

He swallows thickly, nodding ever so slightly, but his grip on you doesn’t fully loosen. You guide him inside anyway, one hand wrapped around his wrist as you lead him toward the couch.

He sits down heavily, elbows resting on his knees, fingers threading through his hair as he exhales shakily. His shoulders are still tense, his whole body radiating something raw and unspoken.

You kneel in front of him, reaching for his hands, but he doesn’t lift his head.

Your worry deepens. “Jungkook… please tell me what’s wrong.” Silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. His fingers twitch against his temples, his breath uneven.

“I—” His voice is hoarse, cracking slightly. He swallows hard, gripping his knees. “I thought you left me.”

You blink, his words settling in, but it takes you a moment to fully process them.

He thought you left him?

Your brows furrow slightly as you shake your head. “Jungkook, I was babysitting Hanuel.”

His breath is still uneven, his hands gripping his knees like he’s trying to ground himself. His eyes flick up to meet yours, confused, searching.

“Hana and Seokjin had a date night,” you explain gently. “They asked me to watch him for a few hours.”

Hanuel, your neighbour's son. Jungkook stares at you, his body still tense, like his mind hasn’t caught up yet. You watch as his lips part slightly, his gaze flickering between you and the ring still clutched in his hand.

His fingers tighten around it, his knuckles paling. A beat of silence passes before he swallows thickly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“…Then why was this on the couch?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, fragile and uncertain, as if he’s afraid of the answer. And for the first time tonight, you don’t know what to say.

“I…” The word barely escapes your lips before you stand up, turning away from him. You can’t meet his eyes, not when your emotions are still raw, not when the weight of everything is pressing so heavily on your chest.

Jungkook notices immediately. Panic flickers across his face, and in an instant, he’s scrambling up after you. “Wait—baby, please.” His voice is desperate now, thick with emotion, his hands reaching out like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, stepping closer, his tone cracking under the weight of his own guilt. “I—fuck, I forgot—I don’t know how, I don’t even have an excuse, but—” He exhales sharply, shaking his head, his eyes glassy as they plead with yours.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” he whispers. “I swear, I didn’t.” But you still don’t look at him. And that alone is enough to make his heart sink.

You swallow hard, your arms wrapping around yourself as you stare at the floor. His words, his desperation, his guilt—they all swirl around you, but they don’t erase the ache in your chest.

“Do you even realize how much this hurt?” Your voice is quiet, but the weight of it makes Jungkook flinch. “I spent the entire day thinking—hoping—that maybe you had something planned. That maybe you were just pretending to forget.”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he steps closer, hesitating before reaching for your hand. You don’t pull away, but you don’t hold onto him either.

“I know,” he whispers. “I know I fucked up, baby. I—I was so caught up in work, I just…” He trails off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s not an excuse. Nothing is. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve been there.”

You let out a hollow laugh, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. “Jungkook… this isn’t just about today.”

His brows furrow, but he doesn’t interrupt.

You take a shaky breath. “It’s been weeks..maybe even longer—since I felt like your wife instead of just… someone waiting for you to come home.” Your voice wavers, but you push through. “And it’s not that I don’t understand. I do. I’ve always understood. But at what point do I stop being understanding and start being invisible to you?”

Jungkook’s breath catches, his grip on your hand tightening like he’s afraid to let go. “You’re not invisible,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “You never could be.”

“Then why do I feel like I am?”

Silence.

Jungkook shakes his head, his jaw clenching as he exhales unsteadily. “I never wanted to make you feel this way,” he murmurs. “You are everything to me, baby. Everything. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

Your eyes sting, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “Then show me, Jungkook. Because I can’t keep being the only one fighting for us.” The vulnerability in your voice nearly breaks him.

He’s been losing you, piece by piece, for a while now. And he hadn’t even noticed.

Jungkook feels his stomach drop, the weight of your words hitting harder than any argument, any fight you could have thrown at him. His grip on your hand tightens, but you don’t squeeze back.

He’s losing you.

And it’s not because of one forgotten anniversary—it’s because he hasn’t been here.

He swallows hard. “Baby…” His voice cracks, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek, but you step back before he can touch you.

The distance, however small, is enough to make his chest ache.

“Tell me, Jungkook,” you whisper, your voice barely holding together. “When was the last time we sat down and had breakfast together? When was the last time you really looked at me—not just kissed me on the forehead before rushing out the door?” You shake your head, a bitter chuckle escaping. “When was the last time we made love without it feeling like you were trying to release your stress instead of loving me?”

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

You let out a slow exhale, your voice calmer now but even heavier with hurt. “I don’t need grand gestures. I don’t need fancy gifts or a picture-perfect romance. I just… needed you to see me.”

His entire body feels cold. Because the truth is—he doesn’t have an answer.

He’s been so caught up in his responsibilities, his work, his stress, that he’s let the one person who has always been there for him slip through his fingers.

And the worst part? He didn’t even realize it was happening until now.

“Fuck.” His voice is raw, his hands running through his hair as he looks at you, really looks at you. At the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your lips tremble slightly like you’re holding back everything.

His heart clenches painfully. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you hold his gaze for a long moment before whispering, “I don’t know, Jungkook. Did you?”

Jungkook's breath is unsteady, his chest rising and falling too quickly as he stares at you, at the distance between you, the weight of your words suffocating him.

He moves. Before you can react, his hands are cupping your face, his touch desperate, almost shaky. His forehead presses against yours as he exhales a trembling breath, like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“I see you,” he whispers, his voice raw, strained. “I swear to god, I see you, baby. I just..I lost myself somewhere along the way, and I didn’t even realize I was dragging us down with me.”

His thumbs brush over your cheekbones, a silent plea laced in his touch. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Your heart clenches, but you don’t push him away. You should- you should make him sit with this, make him feel what it’s been like for you all this time. But then his grip tightens, his voice breaking.

“Please, baby.” His lips hover just above yours, not quite touching, his breath warm against your skin. “Tell me it’s not too late.”

His vulnerability shakes you to your core.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to steady yourself. “I don’t want to lose us either, Jungkook,” you whisper. “But I can’t keep being the only one holding on.”

Jungkook shakes his head instantly. “You’re not. You won’t be.” His lips ghost over your forehead before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “Let me prove it to you. Please.”

His desperation is tangible, seeping into every word, every touch. And for the first time tonight, you wonder if maybe, just maybe—he really does see you now.

Jungkook watches you, searching for something—anything in your eyes that tells him he hasn’t completely lost you.

Before doubt can settle in, he takes your hand, pressing it over his chest, right where his heart is hammering wildly. “Feel that?” he whispers. “That’s what you do to me, baby. Always.”

Your fingers twitch against his shirt, but you don’t pull away. You don’t move at all, just staring up at him, your expression unreadable.

He swallows hard. “I know I don’t say it enough. I know I don’t show it enough, but fuck, Y/n—” His hands tighten around yours, his voice barely above a breath. “There is nothing in this world that matters more to me than you.”

You let out a slow exhale, your gaze flickering, like you want to believe him. like a part of you does, but the hurt is still too fresh. So he gives you more.

“I’ll fix this,” he promises, his thumb brushing soft circles over your wrist. “Not with flowers, or gifts, or some last-minute bullshit—but with me. With us.”

His voice drops lower, thick with emotion. “Just tell me it’s not too late.” Your lips part slightly, but you don’t speak. Instead, you finally—finally press your palm flat against his chest, feeling the way his heart beats erratically beneath your touch.

It’s enough to break something inside Jungkook. His grip tightens as he leans in, his lips brushing against your temple, then your cheek—slow, hesitant, as if he’s still afraid you’ll slip away.

And when you don’t, when you let him, he exhales a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours once more.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Like if he says it enough, he can make up for all the times he didn’t. And maybe, just maybe—you’ll believe him again.

Jungkook’s breath is warm against your skin, his forehead still pressed against yours, his grip on you unwavering. His words linger in the air between you. raw, desperate, filled with a love that had always been there, even when he’d failed to show it.

You swallow hard, blinking against the tears clouding your vision. He’s waiting—watching you so intently, so hopelessly, as if your next words will either put him back together or completely shatter him.

You take a shaky breath. “Jungkook…” Your voice wavers, and his grip tightens instinctively. “I love you too.”

A sharp exhale leaves him, his entire body sinking slightly in relief. But before he can say anything, you continue. “But this hurt,” you whisper. “More than you realize.”

Jungkook stiffens, nodding quickly, his hands cupping your face again, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slip down your cheeks. “I know, baby. I know. And I hate myself for it.” His voice cracks, his jaw clenching before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

You let your eyes flutter shut for a second, exhaling slowly. “I don’t want promises, Jungkook,” you murmur. “I just… I need to feel like I matter to you again.”

His hands tremble slightly as they slide down, wrapping around yours. He lifts them to his lips, pressing gentle, reverent kisses to each of your knuckles, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

“You do,” he whispers. “More than anything. And I’m going to spend every damn day proving that to you.” His voice is steady now. no hesitation, no doubt. Just quiet, determined love. And though the ache in your chest hasn’t fully faded, something shifts.

Because this time, you don’t just hear him. You believe him. Even if just a little.

Jungkook presses another lingering kiss against your knuckles, his touch reverent, as if grounding himself in you. But before he can lose himself completely, you gently murmur, “Have you eaten?”

The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He shakes his head, gaze still searching yours. “No… I—"

“Go freshen up,” you say softly, stepping back just a little. “We’ll eat together.”

His fingers twitch against yours, hesitating to let go, but eventually, he nods. With one last glance—like he’s making sure you’re really here, he pulls away and heads toward the shower.

While he’s gone, you move to the kitchen, setting out dinner in quiet contemplation. The ache in your chest hasn’t completely faded, but there’s something else now- a warmth that wasn’t there before.

----

By the time Jungkook emerges, hair damp, dressed in a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants, you’ve already placed the food on the table.

He hesitates for only a second before joining you, sliding into his chair. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice softer now.

You nod, offering a small smile as you take a seat. The conversation is light, effortless. Jungkook fills the silence, stealing glances at you like he’s still memorizing you all over again. And through it all, his hand never leaves yours, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

After dinner, he helps with the dishes, working beside you in quiet understanding. The air between you feels lighter, yet still fragile, like something delicate being pieced back together.

Jungkook sets the last dish onto the drying rack, wiping his hands on the towel before turning to you. There’s a soft, almost hopeful look in his eyes, like he’s clinging to this moment.

You step away, hesitating for just a second before opening the refrigerator. Jungkook watches in silence as you carefully pull out the cake, placing on the counter, your fingers grazing the edges of the plate, before finally speaking.

“I…I’d made this.”

The words are quiet, but they hit harder than any raised voice ever could. Jungkook’s entire body stiffening as guilt crashes into him all over again. His eyes flicker to the cake- to the careful details, the effort, the thought you had put into it, for him. And suddenly, it feels like the walls are caving in.

His throat tightens. His fingers curl at his sides. He can’t look at you. He doesn’t deserve to. Tears gather in his eyes, blurring his vision, his heart breaking all over again, not just because he forgot today, but because he had broken you in so many ways without even realizing it.

And that? That’s something he doesn’t know how to forgive himself for.

“Jungkook..”, your voice barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the heavy silence like a knife.

He wants to look at you, wants to say something—anything, but he can’t. His head remains bowed, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, as if holding himself together takes everything in him.

You take a small step forward, the space between you feeling larger than it actually is. His silence is deafening.

“Jungkook,” you say again, a little firmer this time.

His lips part, a shaky breath slipping through, but no words come out. He wants to speak, to apologize again, to tell you how much he loves you, to somehow fix this- but his throat feels tight, his chest heavy.

He doesn’t know if words are enough.

“I… I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” Jungkook chokes out, his voice trembling as he finally speaks. His hands shake at his sides, his eyes still glassy with unshed tears. “I’ve been an asshole—a terrible husband. I don’t even know how to make this right.” His breath stutters, his words spilling out faster now, raw and desperate.

“I wouldn’t even be surprised if you left me,” he continues, shaking his head. “You should’ve. You deserve better. I—I can’t believe I—”

“Jungkook.”

You don’t let him finish.

Instead, you reach up, cupping his face with both hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that have already begun to fall. His lips part in surprise, his rambling cut off as you rise onto your toes.

A gentle kiss on his lips.

Soft. Loving.

Tear-streaked and real.

Jungkook exhales shakily against your lips, his whole body melting into yours. His hands find your waist, holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright.

The kiss is slow, there's no desperation, no urgency. Just you and him, emotions bare. Tears continue to slip down your cheeks, mixing with his, salty and warm, but neither of you pull away. Because in this moment, there’s no need for words.

Just this.

Just love.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, your tears still wet against each other’s skin. Jungkook’s grip on your waist is firm, like he’s grounding himself in your touch, afraid to let go. His lips part, like he wants to speak, but before he can, you whisper,

“You’re not a terrible husband, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes glisten with more unshed tears, his lips pressing into a thin line, unable to speak. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs, offering him the smallest smile. “Just… love me better, okay?”

His throat bobs as he swallows hard, nodding again, more determined this time. “I will.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but you believe him.

You press one last gentle kiss to his cheek before stepping back, glancing at the cake still sitting on the counter. “Come on,” you say, nudging him lightly. “Let’s cut this before it melts.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, wiping at his face as he nods. He steps beside you, his hand instinctively finding yours again as you both move toward the small cake. The two of you cut into it together, Jungkook’s fingers lacing through yours around the knife handle. He doesn’t let go, even as you both take small bites in comfortable silence.

Once the plates are cleared, you tug at his wrist, nodding toward the bedroom. “Come to bed?”

Jungkook exhales, relief washing over his features as he nods. “Yeah.”

A few minutes later, you’re both under the covers, warmth surrounding you as Jungkook pulls you against his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you, his breath fanning against the top of your head as he whispers,

“I love you.”

This time, you don’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And for the first time in weeks, you fall asleep in his arms, where you’ve always belonged.

Jungkook’s fingers still tremble against your skin. Even as he holds you, his grip is laced with hesitance, a silent fear lingering beneath the warmth of his touch. It’s in the way his hands press into your back yet remain careful, as if he’s afraid of holding on too tightly.

You can feel the erratic thud of his heart beneath your palm, his breaths uneven, his chest rising and falling as if he’s struggling to keep himself steady.

And something about that, about him—makes your own heart ache.

Slowly, you lift your head from his chest, your eyes locking onto his in the dim glow of the room. His lips part slightly, his gaze unreadable, but the moment you lean in, his breath catches.

You kiss him.

It starts soft, so gentle, full of longing. Filled with everything you can’t put into words.

Jungkook melts into it instantly, his grip on you tightening, pulling you impossibly closer. The warmth of his lips, the slight hitch in his breath when you press harder. It sends a familiar heat curling through you.

The kiss deepens, your fingers gripping his t-shirt with urgency, needing to feel more. It’s desperate, heady, the space between you charged with something deeper than just want—something raw, something that had been missing for too long.

Jungkook pulls back gently. His forehead stays pressed against yours, both of you panting softly, but his hands shake slightly as they hold you in place.

His lips part, his breath uneven. “I… we shouldn’t…” He swallows hard, voice thick with hesitation. “I mean… I don’t want you to think I’m gonna fix this with sex.”

His words cut through the haze of warmth between you, grounding you both back in reality. You understand. Because even now—even now, he’s afraid. Afraid that this isn’t enough. Afraid that he isn’t enough.

Your eyes soften as you take in his hesitance, the uncertainty in his gaze, the way his breath trembles against your skin.

You reach up, your fingers threading gently through his hair. “I’m never gonna think like that, Kook,” you murmur, your voice quiet but sure.

His lips part slightly, his brows still knitted in concern, but before he can say anything, you lean in again. This time, the kiss is softer, filled with nothing but love.

You linger for a moment, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, “I just… I need you.” Another soft kiss. “Please.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, his entire body shuddering under the weight of your words.

And just like that, whatever hesitation he had left—it’s gone.

Your breaths grow uneven as your lips move against his, the heat between you intensifying with every passing second.

Jungkook shifts, his body hovering over yours, his weight pressing down just enough to make you feel him. His hands slip beneath the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing, his touch still hesitant, fingertips ghosting over your waist like he’s memorizing the feel of you all over again.

But you don’t want hesitation.

You tug at his shirt, a silent plea, and Jungkook obeys without question, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Before he can think, you pull him back in, capturing his lips in another deep, hungry kiss.

A quiet groan escapes him, his hands finally exploring freely, pressing against your skin, feeling the warmth beneath his palms. His lips leave yours only to trail down your neck, his breath warm as he presses soft, lingering kisses there.

You shiver when he reaches the collar of your shirt, your own hands moving to help him remove it. Dark, love-filled eyes roam over every inch of your skin, his lips parting slightly, as if he’s trying to find the words but nothing he could say would ever be enough. Still, he tries.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe. “So fucking perfect.”

Your breath catches when he lowers himself again, his lips planting soft, reverent kisses along your collarbone, trailing lower over your shoulder, your chest. Your husband's mouth mapping you like you’re something sacred.

His lips slowly wrap around one breast, his tongue flicking teasingly before sucking softly. A moan escapes you, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging lightly as he hums against your skin. His other hand moves to your neglected breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he keeps mouthing sweet nothings against you.

“You’re everything,” he whispers between kisses, his voice muffled against your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

And as the heat between you builds, his touch grows bolder. A desperate whimper escapes your lips as your fingers tangle deeper into Jungkook’s hair, your body arching toward him, silently pleading for more.

He groans against your skin, the sound low and warm, vibrating through you. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, pressing another lingering kiss to your chest before trailing lower, his lips tracing the curves of your body. “Let me take my time… let me make love to you.”

The way he says it, love—makes your stomach tighten, your heart aching as much as your body craves him. His hands glide down your waist, slow and purposeful, before slipping between your legs. His fingers find the damp fabric of your panties, pressing just lightly enough to make you gasp. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing his touch, and Jungkook groans at the feeling.

His dark eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, unable to form words, and that’s all he needs.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he tugs your panties down, dragging them slowly along your legs before discarding them somewhere behind him. His gaze never leaves you as he lowers himself further, trailing kisses down your stomach, over the sensitive skin of your hips.

He settles between your legs. You feel completely bare under his intense gaze, the way his lips part slightly, his eyes darkening as he drinks you in.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with something reverent, something devoted. His hands spread your thighs wider, his thumbs brushing along your skin in slow, soothing circles.

“My wife.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, making your core clench in anticipation.

Finally, he closes his mouth around you. One long, slow stroke of his tongue, and you fall apart instantly, a breathless moan slipping from your lips as your head tilts back against the pillows.

Jungkook hums against you, pleased, his hands gripping your thighs as he licks another slow, teasing stripe through your folds. “So fucking sweet,” he groans, the heat of his breath against your slick skin making your body tremble. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He isn't just making love, he's devouring you.

Jungkook hums against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as his tongue moves with slow, deliberate strokes. learning you all over again, savoring every little gasp and shudder that escapes you.

“Jungkook—” Your voice is breathless, almost pleading, your fingers tightening in his hair, tugging him closer.

He groans at that, the sound reverberating through your core as he laps at you with more purpose. His tongue flicks over your clit, teasing, testing, before he sucks gently, making your back arch off the bed.

“Fuck—” You whimper, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but his strong hands keep you spread wide, completely at his mercy.

His lips brushing your sensitive skin as he pulls back just enough to look up at you. His lips are slick, his dark eyes burning with desire.

Your cheeks burn, he dives back in, this time with more urgency. His tongue moves in tight circles, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deeper, firmer licks that have your breath hitching.

One hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying across your skin before reaching your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The combined sensation makes your thighs tremble, a moan tearing from your lips as your hips buck against his mouth.

Jungkook groans, clearly enjoying how responsive you are, his grip on you tightening as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, then sucks, harder this time, sending sparks shooting through your body.

“-fuck, Jungkook—” Your head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure builds, coiling tight in your stomach.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against you, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

The heat inside you is unbearable now, hot and consuming. You nod desperately, your moans spilling freely as you grip his hair, your body teetering on the edge. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He pushes you closer, his mouth working you over with expert precision, his hands holding you steady as your body starts to tremble.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against your heat. “Let me taste you.”

And with one final flick of his tongue, you shatter. Pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, thighs trembling as you moan his name like a prayer. Jungkook groans, drinking in everything you give him, his hands stroking your body as he helps you ride it out.

Only when your body goes slack does he finally pull away, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs, his voice thick with pride and adoration. “You’re so perfect,” he breathes between kisses, his voice thick with adoration. “My love. My wife.”

Jungkook moves up, trailing kisses along your body, over your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone. When he reaches your lips, he captures them in a deep, languid kiss, his hands cradling your face like you’re something fragile, something cherished.

Your fingers roam over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before moving lower, brushing over his abdomen until you reach the hardness straining against his sweats.

A groan rumbles from his chest at your touch, his hips twitching into your palm as you cup him, feeling just how ready he is.

“Baby…” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. You tug at the waistband of his pants, wordlessly asking for more. Jungkook obliges, sitting back just enough to push them down, kicking them off entirely.

He’s fully hard, the sight of him making your stomach tighten, heat pooling between your legs again. But before you can even reach for him Jungkook takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The intimacy of it overwhelming.

His other hand moves between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance, his eyes locked on yours, searching, making sure-

With a final nod from you, he pushes in, slow and careful, stretching you inch by inch.

A soft moan escapes your lips, but Jungkook kisses you instantly, swallowing the sound, his own groan muffled against your mouth as he sinks deeper. The moment he’s fully inside, he stills, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing you in. And as he holds you close, as your bodies mold together so seamlessly, you realize- this isn't just sex.

This is home.

Jungkook moves slowly, each roll of his hips deep and deliberate, as if he’s trying to make up for every moment he let slip away. His body is pressed flush against yours, warmth seeping into every inch of your skin, his breath shaky against your lips as he kisses you between each movement.

Your fingers dig softly into his back, nails pressing just enough to ground yourself in the overwhelming sensation of him. One hand moves to his hair, your fingers threading through the strands, tugging gently as his lips travel from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that make your heart ache.

It’s slow, it’s deep, it’s love.

And then, suddenly, you feel it.

A faint tremble against your body.

Something warm and wet against your neck where Jungkook has buried his face.

Your breath catches as realization dawns- he’s crying. Tears gather in your own eyes without warning, the sheer weight of the moment crashing over you all at once.

You tighten your hold on him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press a soft kiss into his hair. “Kook…” you whisper, your voice barely holding steady.

He shudders at your touch, at the way you hold him, like you’re not just letting him fall apart but falling apart with him.

“I—” His voice cracks as he exhales shakily, his thrusts faltering for a moment. “I’m so sorry, baby.” His lips find your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he presses kisses there—apology after apology, praise after praise.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmurs between kisses, his words thick with emotion. “You always have been.” A tear slips down your cheek as you cup his face, guiding him up until his forehead rests against yours.

“I know,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I know, Jungkook.”

His lips crash against yours again, the kiss slow and deep, his movements resuming, gentle but full of something raw, something unspoken. His hands grip your waist tighter, his body moving in perfect sync with yours, as if this moment is rewriting everything.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, voice laced with love. “I’ll always have you.”

Jungkook shudders, gripping you tighter, his lips pressing against your shoulder, his movements slowing but never stopping. You can feel the love in every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath against your skin.

And when the pleasure builds to its peak, you come undone together, your bodies melting into one as waves of warmth crash over you. His name spills from your lips, his deep groan following right after, his arms holding you so tight you swear he never plans on letting go.

Silence lingers, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. Then, Jungkook shifts, lifting his head just enough to press the softest kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse but full of devotion. “I don’t deserve you… but I swear, I’ll spend my life proving that I do.”

You cup his face, your thumb brushing away the remnants of dried tears. “Just love me like this, Jungkook,” you whisper, voice steady. “That’s all I need.”

His hands tightening around you as his forehead presses against yours. “I’ll love you more,” he vows, his voice breaking slightly. “More than this, more than anything. Always.” His words settle deep in your chest, warm and real, and when he pulls you impossibly closer, tucking you into his arms, you believe him.

His heartbeat is steady now, no longer frantic with fear. Just warm, solid, home.

As sleep begins to pull you under, you hear him whisper one last thing against your hair.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

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