#Bts

[yooboobies]

that dangly earring...✨

{cr. 0613data, namuspromised}

[jung-koook]

250801 - jungkook on weverse: it's been a while?

[minsyoongi]

🐹: Although I didn't say much and all I did was eat, I at least came to report that I'm alive. 🫡❤️

[isaacsdevil4108]

Thunderbolts* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

Behind the scenes with Lewis Pullman

[lovetales]

2013 — 2025

[gukcnt]

04 | BOUND BY VOWS ⭒ JJK

your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. Yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. Your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, protective!jungkook, angry!jungkook, trauma, trust issues, several crying scenes, detailed violence, jungkook beats up her father finally yass, mental health struggles, fear and distress, solo masturbation, sexual fantasies, rough making out, drinking alcohol and smoking as coping mechanism, isolation, power dynamics, anger, guilt, self-blame, argument, miscommunication, confrontation

wc — 8.9k

series m. list | main m. list

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It had been exactly seven days since that stormy night, the one where thunder shook the mansion and your heart.

And jungkook sat by your bed in a chair, dark eyes watching you with a tenderness you hadn’t expected.

You could still picture him there, his hair loose from his usual man bun, wearing simple clothes and just looking so… human.

He'd stayed awake all night keeping his promise of safety and you knew he did because when you woke up in the morning after having the best sleep of your life.

He was still there looking at you.

Bags under his eyes from not sleeping

His deep voice soothed your panic with words you hadn’t wanted to hear but couldn’t forget.

“You’re safe here.”

That night had cracked something in you and now as you lay in bed in the dim morning light, you couldn’t shake the confusion it left behind.

It made you question everything you believed about him.

And that uncertainty scared you.

You didn’t wanna feel any warmth towards him and didn’t want to see him as anything other than the monster you’d thought him to be.

It was easier to hate him.

To hold onto the fear that had kept you safe all these years, the fear that had kept men at a distance.

Your father's cruelty had taught you that men were dangerous, that love was a trap and jungkook with his wealth and power seemed the embodiment of that danger.

But what if you were wrong?

You breathed shakily.

You didn’t wanna think about it.

You stood, bare feet hitting the floor and dressed for the day with the new collection of clothes you had.

Provided by jungkook, of course.

Today you decided you would visit your mother.

You needed to see her, to hold her hand, to remind yourself why you were enduring this nightmare.

You grabbed the new phone he'd given you and headed downstairs, your heart pounding with every step.

mrs. kim was in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. Her face lit up when she saw you.

Her smile warm and maternal.

“Good morning, dear.” she said.

“The driver’s ready whenever you are. He is waiting outside.”

You nodded, throat tight with emotion since you’ve already told her you’re going out.

mrs. kim had become a small comfort in this strange new life, her kindness constantly reminding you of your mother.

You didn’t wanna talk, didn’t wanna linger in this house that felt like a prison so you murmured a quick thank you and stepped outside.

The black mercedes waited for you outside, one of the few many cars jungkook owned. The driver opened the door for you, his expression professional but not unkind.

You slid into the back seat and stared out the window as the car pulled away.

Your mother was your everything, the only one who had dreamed of a better life for you.

The thought of her in that hospital bed, her face almost lifeless made your chest ache.

You prayed she was still fighting.

You needed her to wake up, needed her to tell you it would be okay.

Needed her to free you from this marriage

But deep down you knew she couldn’t and the truth hurt.

۶ৎ

The hospital was filled with the scent of antiseptic as you navigated the familiar corridors, passing doctors and patients.

You always hated visiting hospitals since you were a kid, it was a place of life and death and you felt like you were walking between the two.

Your mother's room was quiet.

The only sound was the beep of the heart monitor. She lay in the bed, her face pale, her hair—so like yours but with greyness from her age—spread across the pillow.

You held her hand in yours and you could still feel the warmth.

That she was there.

That she didn’t leave you.

Several memories flooded back—her reading you bedtime stories, her promises of a future where you could be anything you wanted.

“I’m here, mom.” you whisper.

Tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m doing this for you. Please don’t leave me.”

You sat there for what felt like hours, your heart heavy until the nurse entered. She was a kind woman and she usually took care of your mother.

She looked at you, eyes soft with empathy.

She checked the chart and offered you a small smile.

“She’s stable.” she nods.

“No changes but she’s holding on. And don’t worry about the bills—they’ve been paid including advances for the next few months.”

The words hit you, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at her.

“What?” you whisper.

Trembling with confusion.

“Who paid? I didn’t…”

The nurse hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty as if she wasn’t sure how much to reveal.

“He didn’t give his name.” she said cautiously.

“But he was tall and intimidating and wore a suit. Came in a few days ago and took care of everything—paid in full, no questions asked.”

Your heart stopped.

jungkook.

It could only be him.

The description was unmistakable—that authority he always had that made people shrink in his presence.

Your father would never pay in advance and would never care enough to ensure your mother's care was secure for months.

You'd heard this before the first time you'd called the hospital and you'd assumed it was your father, perhaps using the money he'd gained from your marriage.

But this—this was a deliberate move far beyond your father that it could only be jungkook.

Your hands trembled, fingers digging into your palms as hot anger surged through you at the audacity of him.

You didn’t need his pity.

Didn’t need his money.

He was involving himself in your life and in your mother's life without your consent or permission as if you were incapable of handling it yourself.

Your vision blurred with tears of rage.

He thought he could control you, thought he could act like he was some god and make you grateful.

This was a limit crossing.

You didn’t say anything when he was giving you things under his house but now he went as far as to assert his wealth on your mother.

Your personal life.

You weren’t some helpless girl who needed his money to survive.

You were here for your mother, not because you wanted his help, not because you needed him.

The idea that he saw you as weak, as someone to be pitied made your blood boil.

You stood, your legs shaky.

“Thank you.”

You thanked the nurse, voice taut with barely contained emotion and she nodded, sensing your distress but not pressing further.

You kissed your mother's forehead and whispered.

“I’ll be back soon, mom. I promise.”

Then you left the room, heart racing with anger that led you forward.

You walked back to the car.

You didn’t need jungkook to swoop in and fix your life.

You were capable and had always been capable with your part time job at the bookstore, saving every penny for your mother's care.

You'd endured your father's abuse, your mother's illness and the loss of your dreams, all without anyone's help.

And now jungkook thought he could buy your gratitude.

Thought he could throw his money around.

It felt like a power play, a way to keep you tethered to him, to make you feel like you owed him.

The thought of his smugness, his belief that he was doing you a favor made you want to scream.

He wasn’t your savior.

He wasn’t your hero.

He was the man who'd married you without your consent, who trapped you in his life and now he was trying to manipulate you, lull you to him with his wealth.

You'd find a way to pay for her care yourself even if it meant working yourself to the bone.

You didn’t need his false kindness.

۶ৎ

The mansion came into view and you stepped out of the car.

You heard noises from inside jungkook's study—a low rasp and the clink of glass.

He was home and you weren’t going to hold back.

You were done being the scared, quiet girl who let men control her life.

You stormed toward the study, ready to confront the man who thought he could buy you.

Without hesitation you gripped the handle, fingers shaking with adrenaline and threw the door open with such force that it banged against the wall.

The room was simple but luxurious, lined with bookshelves, with a massive desk in the center and a single window casting afternoon light across the space.

jungkook sat behind the desk, a king in his territory, posture relaxed but commanding.

He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, eyes fixed on his laptop.

He was in a black suit and the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest and his hair in a man bun with a few strands escaping it.

His rugged look made your heart stutter despite your anger.

His dark eyes snapped to you the moment the door crashed open, widening in surprise before narrowing into a piercing gaze that seemed to see straight through you.

The intensity of his stare made your breath catch but you refused to back down even though his presence always stirred fear.

He set the whiskey glass down with a clink and leaned back in his chair.

The movement was slow but you could see the tension in his jaw and the slight tightening of his lips as if he was bracing himself for what was to come.

This was the first time you'd sought him out since the stormy night a week ago when he'd sat by your bed.

The memory of his gentleness then clashed with the fury you felt now, overwhelming you with emotions.

“What do you want from me?” you demanded.

Your voice trembling.

You took a step forward, closing the distance between you, your small frame almost tiny compared to his towering frame as he rose from his chair.

He was so tall, so imposing, his broad shoulders filling the same space, his eyes never leaving yours.

The air between you crackled with tension.

Your anger meeting his unreadable calm.

“Why are you doing this? paying for my mother's bills, giving me all these things? w—what do you think you're proving, huh? that you’re some hero and I should be grateful?”

jungkook's jaw tightened, eyes flashing with anger and something deeper.

Something that looked almost like hurt.

He stepped around the desk, stopping a few feet from you, his hands at his sides, curling slightly as he stopped the urge to clench them.

“I’m doing what needs to be done.” he says lowly.

But there was an edge to it and the words were measured.

They only fueled your anger, sounding like an excuse.

A justification for his invasion.

You laughed harshly as you looked at him barely react.

“What needs to be done?” you spat

Your voice rising as you gestured wildly at him.

“You think you can just throw your money to fix everything? you think I need your pity? I don't need you, jungkook! I don’t need your money, your clothes, your phone or your house!”

You pause, taking a shaky breath.

“I’m only here because of my mother because I have no choice but you—you act like you’re doing me a favor like you can save me! you're not! you’re just like him!”

The accusation hung in the air, your chest heaving as you glared at him.

You’d never spoken to anyone like this, never unleashed the full force of anger but you’ve had enough.

All your emotions were bursting out now.

Not holding back.

jungkook's eyes darkened, his expression shifting to something dangerous as he stepped closer, knuckles whitening.

“You think I’m like him?”

He almost growls.

“You think I want to control you? to hurt you? you don’t know a damn thing about me, y/n.”

You didn’t back down though your heart pounded with the intensity of the moment.

You stepped forward, closing the gap until you were standing right in front of him, your head tucked back to meet his gaze.

His towering body causing goosebumps all over your skin.

“Then why are you doing this?” you shouted.

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Why are you paying for my mother’s bills? why are you giving me all these things I didn’t ask for? you think you can buy me and make me forget that you forced me into this marriage?”

A sob left you.

“You didn’t even care about what I wanted and now you’re here acting like this. What exactly do you want, jungkook? to make me accept you as my husband because I'll never, never! you're just waiting for the right moment to show who you really are!”

Your words came out unstoppable, each one a release of pain and fear you'd carried for years.

Now directed at the man before you.

Your voice shook, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Your hands balled into fists, bottom lip quivering.

You'd never stood up to a man, especially not one as intimidating as jungkook but the betrayal was too much.

You saw your father in every gesture, every act of kindness, convinced it was a lie.

A manipulation to trap you further.

jungkook's patience and the cold, quiet demeanor he'd maintained since the wedding shattered.

His eyes blazed and you could see a muscle twitching in his jaw.

He moved towards you, his steps slow but purposeful.

Like a predator closing in on its prey.

You backed away instinctively, heart thudding as fear overcame your senses.

Your back hitting the wall.

His large frame covered everything else until all you could see was him, his hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head.

Caging you in.

The sound of his palms was sharp and the movement made you gasp, your body bracing for something.

Pain or a strike you didn’t know.

But the raw emotion in his eyes said something else.

“Do you think I wanted this?” he grunts.

His face inches away from yours, eyes boring into you, his breath warm and tinged with whiskey brushing against your lips.

The proximity was too much, his scent—smoke, cologne and something uniquely him—filling your senses.

Making it hard to think.

“Do you think I knew you didn’t want this marriage?”

His voice trembled not with weakness but with a fury that matched your own.

Catching you off guard.

You opened your mouth to respond, to hurl another accusation but his closeness stole your words.

Your lips parted as his gaze held yours.

His hands pressed harder against the wall, the muscles in his arms tensing under his shirt.

His body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Your father came to me.” he continued.

“He sent me that damn letter that said that you wanted this. I saw you that day at your house, y/n and he told me you agreed that you were ready for this marriage. I thought—fuck I thought you wanted me too.”

He looks away before meeting your eyes again, his breaths harsh.

“Do you have any idea what that felt like? to find out you were forced? that you hate me?”

Your eyes widened as his words sank in, each one barely registering to your mind.

He didn’t know.

He hadn’t known your father had lied and had forced you.

Had sold you like a property.

The realization hits you, your anger faltering replaced by shock and guilt.

Your tears falling fast, chest heaving with pants as you processed the truth.

“You… you didn’t know?” you whisper brokenly.

“No, I didn’t fucking know!” he snapped.

You flinch as you press your lips together to hold in a sob.

His hands stayed on the wall but his body leaned closer, his face so near you could see the depths of his dark eyes, the pain etched into every line of his face.

“And you never gave me a chance to explain, did you? you assumed I was just like your father. You think I don’t feel anything? that I don’t care?”

“I married you, y/n because I wanted you, because you made me feel something for the first time in years. I wanted to protect you, to give you everything and now I'm the one paying for your father's lies.”

Each of his words tearing down the walls you'd built around your heart with hatred.

He was hurt just like you.

Trapped in this marriage by deception.

You shook your head as you cried and pushed against his chest, your fists weak against his solid, strong frame.

“Then why don’t you let me go?” you hiccuped.

Your punches landing without force on his chest, a desperate release of your misery.

“Stop pitying me! stop paying for my mother, stop giving me things and stop acting like you care! I don’t want this, I don’t want you!”

Your fists pounded against him.

Your sobs are loud and broken, body shaking with a mix of anger and sadness.

“Why are you doing this? why are you keeping me here when you know I hate you?!”

You were lost in your emotions.

Your hands gripping his suit, bunching the fabric as you hit him, not even realizing what you were doing.

Driven by the chaos inside you.

jungkook's restraint faded completely.

He grabbed your wrists, his grip firm but not painful, stopping your small hits and pulled you impossibly close, other hand wrapping around your waist as your body pressed against his.

You squeaked, your hands fisting his suit to steady yourself.

Both your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

His face was so close, lips almost brushing yours, his eyes burning with anger and something else that made your heart race, making your body heat in a way you didn’t understand.

“Because I fucking love you.” he growls.

The words tore from him like a confession he hadn’t meant to make.

“That’s why.”

The world stopped.

You shuddered as his words echoed in your mind.

Love.

He loved you.

You couldn’t process it.

Before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was angry, desperate and consuming.

It wasn’t a gentle peck like the wedding day, it was… a release of everything you both held back

His mouth was hungry and tongue demanding, coaxing whimpers and moans from you as you struggled to keep up.

Your hands gripped his suit, his hair pulling him closer, body betraying your mind as you kissed him back.

Your lips moving against his with a desperation you didn’t recognize.

You forgot about everything except him and this kiss.

His tongue explored your mouth, tasting the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your lip balm.

And he hissed the primal sound vibrating through you.

Making your knees weak.

Your breasts pressed against his chest, the friction making your nipples harden until they ached.

You felt his bulge hard and insistent against your hip.

Feeling his desire as a shiver runs down your spine.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue, a clash of anger and need.

You couldn’t stop.

Didn’t want to.

Even as your mind screamed this was wrong.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands and he groaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist, your hips, wherever he could reach.

As if he couldn’t let go.

The kiss went on for long minutes, time losing meaning, your breaths ragged and lips swollen from the intensity.

You pulled back finally, gasping for air.

Your body trembling in his arms.

Your lips tingled, cheeks wet with fresh tears and you clung to him, your body still pressed onto him, his grip on your waist not loosening.

He looked at you, eyes dark with desire and hurt, his breaths uneven.

His thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away a tear that has fallen.

“Don’t cry.”

The words a plea.

“I can’t stand it.”

You stared at him.

The kiss, his confession, the truth about your father—it was all too much.

Too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.” he rasps finally.

His eyes searching yours for something you couldn’t give.

He didn’t know if he was apologizing for kissing you or for all the pain you’ve gone through since he came into your life.

He stepped back, his hands falling away leaving a coldness behind that you didn’t expect.

He turned to leave, not saying anything else, the door closing behind him.

You stood there, your body shaking, lips still tingling.

Your heart jumping out of your chest as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Your legs were still weak but you didn’t think twice and fled to the guest room.

Your safe place.

And leaned against the door, letting out a choked sob as you were being undone.

From his words.

His kiss.

And the despair you both shared.

۶ৎ

jungkook stood by the window, broad shoulders hunched, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

The bottle on the nightstand was nearly empty.

jungkook was a man accustomed to controlling his life, crafted from strength and precision but tonight that control was slipping.

With the memory of your tears, your words and that kiss in his study.

The argument replayed in his mind relentlessly.

Your accusation—that he was just like your abusive and cruel father—had cut deeper than he'd ever admit.

He'd known you disliked him and had felt the weight of your hatred since the wedding night but hearing it again had shattered something inside him.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, his brows furrowed as he blew out the smoke harshly.

He loved you.

The confession had slipped out in a moment of vulnerability, a truth he'd buried deep, hoping to shield it from your rejection.

He never experienced it or believed in it but since the day you came into his life, he couldn’t stop himself.

He felt for you what he never felt for anyone.

And having you live under his protection in his house, especially with the moments spent with you has only made him sure of what his heart wanted.

Saying it aloud though, had been a mistake, one that left him exposed and raw.

Your response—the kiss, hungry and desperate—had ignited a fire in him he couldn’t ignore.

He could still feel your lips soft and quivering, the taste of your lips mingling with the sweetness of your mouth.

Your body pressed against his, hands clutching at his chest, your soft needy noises—he'd wanted to consume you, to lose himself in you and to take more.

But he held back.

Knowing you weren’t ready, knowing you might never be.

The way his erection pressed against you made his jaw clench with anger and shame at himself.

Along with a need he couldn’t deny.

He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, setting down the glass and ran a hand through his loose hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

The whiskey burned his throat as he took another sip, the alcohol doing little to dull the ache in his chest.

He paced the room, his mind filled with thoughts and conflicting emotions.

He wanted to protect you, to erase every scar your father had left but he was also a part of everything you went through.

He'd been selfish.

He should've known and asked himself if you wanted him before the marriage and now it's too late.

You hate him and think he trapped you in a way you'll never escape.

The room felt too small, too confining and he moved to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

He stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the counter and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the muscles honed by years of work.

His body tense with unspent energy.

He turned on the shower, the water hissing as it hit the tiles, steam rising and fogging the mirror.

Stepping under the spray, he let the hot water cascade over him, soaking his hair, the strands clinging to his neck and shoulders.

The heat was a small comfort, easing the tension in his muscles but doing nothing to quiet his mind.

He leaned his forehead against the cool tile, his hands braced against the wall, water streaming down his broad back, tracing the lines of his muscles.

He felt broken.

Undone by a girl who hated him but who'd kissed him with a desperation that matched his own.

His eyes drifted downward and he cursed under his breath.

His cock was hard, throbbing and refused to relent.

The evidence of his desire undeniable.

He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to give in to the need that confused him but the memory of you was too vivid.

Your lips swollen from his kiss, the soft curve of your breasts, the way you'd gasped into his mouth.

It was driving him wild.

He fisted his cock, his grip tight, a low groan escaping his lips as the sensation hit him.

The water poured over him hotly, amplifying every touch, every stroke.

He pumped slowly at first, hand sliding along his length, the precum mixing with the water, slicking his movements.

His mind making up images of you automatically—your flushed face, lips trembling, the way you'd looked that day you'd bumped into him wet and wrapped in a towel.

Your cleavage exposed, skin glistening.

He hated himself for it, for wanting you but he couldn’t stop.

His strokes grew faster, his grip tightening, breaths coming in short, ragged pants.

He thought of the kiss, the way you'd kissed him back, your hands in his hair, body molding into his.

He imagined what it would be like to have you here under the water with him, legs wrapped around his waist, taking his cock, your shy moans echoing in the bathroom.

“Fuck.” he mutters roughly.

His hips started thrusting into his hand as the pleasure builds, his cock twitching, the head swollen and sensitive.

He pictured you on your knees, your lips around him, eyes looking up at him with something other than hatred—desire, trust.

Love…

The fantasy pushed him closer, his hands moving frantically now, pumping himself, the sound of the strokes lost in the rush of water.

He snarls, his head tilting back, the water streaming over his face as his hips buck, chasing the release.

Needing it.

Hating it.

Your name slipped from his lips in a breathless whisper as he came.

Hot spurts of his release landed on the tile in front of him, spilling over his hand, washed away by the water and leaving him trembling.

His chest rising and falling quickly.

He stood there, the water still pouring over him, his hand braced against the wall, body spent but his mind no clearer.

The orgasm had been intense but it left him hollow, the guilt and shame even heavier now and he couldn’t shake it off.

He'd violated your image and used it to sate his desire.

And it made him feel like every bit of the monster you believed him to be.

He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself roughly.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror—hair wet and disheveled, eyes red rimmed, jaw tight with self loathing.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, his cock finally soft but still half hard.

The ache in his chest unrelenting.

He returned to the bedroom, the whiskey bottle calling to him but he ignored it, sinking onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

The kiss had changed everything and nothing.

You were still his wife, still here without your willingness and he was still the man who loved you.

Knowing you might never love him back.

He thought of your tears, the way you'd sobbed in his study and his heart clenched.

He hated your pain and hated that he'd caused it.

Even unintentionally.

If he could take it all away, he would even if it meant erasing himself from your life.

The thought was a new kind of unexpected pain but he pushed it down, focusing on his resolve to protect you.

To make things right.

He lit another cigarette and exhaled, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. He took another drag and thought of your father.

The man who'd broken you, who'd lied to him.

Anger flared hot and consuming, his free hand clenching into a fist.

He stood pacing again, the cigarette dangling from his lips. He couldn’t stay still, couldn’t let the anger fester.

He needed to act—to do something, anything to make this right.

The idea of confronting your father got to him, he'd find him and make him pay for what he'd done.

For every tear you'd shed, every scar he'd left.

The thought was reckless and unsafe but it gave him purpose, a way to unleash the rage and guilt that threatened to fully get to him.

He grabbed his phone.

His fingers hovered over the screen, tempted to call his driver and to head to your home now in the middle of the night.

But he stopped himself, knowing it would only hurt you more, knowing you needed him to be steady, not a man driven by vengeance.

He set the phone down, his hand shaking and poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip instead.

He'd wait, bide his time but he wouldn't forget.

Your father would answer for his sins and jungkook would make sure of it.

The night stretched on.

He didn’t sleep.

He couldn’t.

The bed was too empty, too cold without you even though the sarcasm made him chuckle bitterly because all his life no one slept beside him.

No one was important enough to him.

But your presence in his life suddenly showed how lonely he was.

He stood by the window, the whiskey bottle now empty and watched the sky.

Your taste and kiss still clinging in his mouth.

The cigarette fell from his fingers, falling on the floor and he didn’t move to pick it up, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

His face hardening.

He'd face your father, face the truth and he'd do it for you, for the girl who'd cracked his stone heart.

Because you deserved it.

۶ৎ

The days following the explosive confrontation in jungkook's study were suffocating. It was so silent inside the room and your thoughts were too loud.

You woke up each morning with a heaviness in your chest, the memory of jungkook's confession and the rough kiss that followed were etched into your brain like a brand.

You were afraid of the girl who had kissed him back, who had clung to him in a moment of weakness.

Her anger and fear crumbling under his emotions.

You stayed in the guest room as much as possible, emerging only for necessities—meals and going to the library.

And brief moments with bam whose warm presence was the only thing that kept you grounded, comforting you as he followed you from room to room.

His eyes watched you with a loyalty like he watched jungkook, though you refused to acknowledge it.

You'd sit on the bed, bam resting his head on your lap and run your fingers through his fur, his soft whines a balm to your constricting heart.

You talked to him, voice low and trembling, confessing fears you couldn’t say aloud to anyone else.

Fears of jungkook.

Of yourself.

Of the life you were in.

mrs. kim was a constant as well. She moved through the mansion and every morning she'd knock softly on your door, her voice gentle as she announced breakfast, lunch or dinner.

The dining room table was always set with care—meals according to your tastes as if someone had studied your preferences with attention.

You knew it was jungkook's doing, though mrs. kim never said so.

“It’s no trouble, dear.” she’d say warmly.

“You need to eat.”

You'd nod, throat tight and force yourself to take a few bites, the food tasting like nothing despite its deliciousness and quality.

You ate because you had to.

You saw how hard she worked and you always made sure to thank her genuinely for everything she did for you.

“You’re too kind.” you’d say.

Your cheeks flushing as she waved off your gratitude.

“It’s my job.” she replied.

But there was a warmth in her eyes that made you feel seen.

You always saw questions in her gaze though, even though she never pried or asked anything about you and jungkook.

The quiet hope in her gaze that things might change after everything she told you about him that day, about what kind of man he was and what he did for her family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her the truth—that you were biding your time waiting for your mother to recover so you could leave.

That you could never see jungkook as a husband even if his actions suggested otherwise

You stopped resisting the things that appeared daily for you.

The books were the hardest to ignore because they made you believe that he remembered when you told him that you liked reading.

The day when he first came to see you in your house

And you had no idea of the purpose of his visit.

They were there waiting on the shelf in the guest room, calling for you. You'd read late into the night, bam curled beside you, the words in the book a temporary escape from overthinking.

You'd trace the covers of the book, wondering if jungkook had held them, if he'd thought of you as he selected them.

The thought made your heart ache with something soft… you didn’t know what.

You avoided jungkook at all costs, your heart racing at the thought of seeing him. He was barely there in his own home.

His presence felt but rarely seen.

You'd hear the faint sound of his car pulling into the driveway at night, sometimes occasional murmurs of his deep voice.

But he never approached you, never forced his way into your space.

It was as if he'd drawn an invisible line after that kiss, respecting your need for distance.

His absence was both a relief and a source of unease.

You wondered what he was thinking, if he was angry and whether the kiss had changed him as it had changed you.

Apart from visiting the library for your work, you also visited your mother since she makes you feel less alone.

Talking to her takes a burden off your chest and you whisper promises to her that you aren’t sure you can keep.

The driver would wait outside, his reports going back to jungkook though you didn’t know it.

jungkook tracked all your movements, not out of control but out of a need to ensure your safety, a need he couldn’t explain even to himself.

He'd sit in his office late at night listening to the driver's updates, his heart heavy with the knowledge that you were still hurting.

If he could, he'd take away all the pain caused by the illness of your mother.

But he couldn’t.

All he could provide was his support and money, ensuring that she gets well soon and that sadness from deep within your soul goes away.

You'd sit awake late at night in bed, not being able to sleep, thinking of jungkook, of his dark eyes and of the pain that was etched in his features that day.

And pushed the thoughts away.

You didn’t want to feel for him and didn’t want him as anything but the man who’d taken away your freedom.

But that argument—him also being betrayed like you—the books, the food, the care that came even after he kn.ew that you despised him.

Was cracking your resolve

You'd cry sometimes into the pillow, your heart twisting at the realization that you might have misjudged him.

That he might not be the monster you feared.

But you couldn’t let go of your anger, couldn’t forgive the marriage.

And most importantly.

Couldn’t ignore the small warmth and the flush of your cheeks every time you thought of him.

۶ৎ

jungkook's anger has been simmering for days mostly from your tears, your pain and your father's lies.

Even though he didn’t approach you every night, he'd hear your sobs from the closed room.

The way you isolated yourself.

He could do nothing but just listen, feeling like a sorry excuse of a man when he wanted to wipe your tears away himself.

Give you all the happiness the world has to offer.

But he couldn’t break another line, especially after that kiss in his study.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t take it anymore today and couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering because of a man who’d hurt you long before jungkook came into the picture.

He drove to your old home himself, the decaying, almost breaking apart apartment.

The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and neglect.

jungkook walked to the door, his hands already bruised from the hours at the gym.

Punching bags was a habit he used to take his anger out but tonight that anger had a target.

He pounded on the door loudly.

Your father opened it after a moment, his frame swaying, eyes bloodshot from the drugs he was probably snorting, from the money he got after he sold his daughter.

The man's face paled at the sight of jungkook towering over him, his dark eyes wild and blinded with fury.

“M—Mr. Jeon.”

Your father stammered.

His voice slurred as he gripped the doorframe.

“What are you doing here?”

jungkook didn’t answer, his fist connecting to your father’s jaw in a quick, brutal motion as the older man stumbled back.

Crashing into a table, bottles of alcohol clattering to the floor.

“You lied to me.” jungkook growled lowly.

A dangerous rumble that seemed to shiver the entire room along with the pathetic man in front of him.

He stepped inside, closing the door with a loud slam, his presence dominating the cramped space.

“You told me she wanted this marriage, that she agreed. You forced her, you bastard and you broke her.”

Your father scrambled to his feet, blood trickling from his split lip, his eyes wide with fear.

“S—She’s just a girl.” he spat.

His voice shaking with fear.

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? a pretty little thing to warm your bed. Use her up, she’s nothing anyways.”

jungkook's vision went red, his control snapping. He grabbed your father by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

The wall cracking under the force.

“Don’t you fucking speak about her like that!” he roared.

His fists striking your father's face again and again, blood splattering everywhere.

“She’s everything, you hear me?”

jungkook grabbed his face, squeezing hard, making sure he listened.

“She deserves love, respect and everything you never gave her. You don’t get to speak her name, you don’t even get to get near her life anymore. I'll give her what you couldn't and I'll make sure not even your shadow falls on her again.”

Your father coughed out blood, his face a mess of blood and bruises.

His body slumping.

“You can’t do this.” he gasped weakly.

“She’s my daughter—”

Your father wasn’t scared of losing you but he was scared of losing the money he’d get from your marriage and that angered jungkook even more.

His hands twitching to take his life this instant.

“She’s mine to protect.” jungkook rasps.

His voice cold and final.

jungkook punched again, his head snapping back, eyes rolling.

“She and her mother—they’re my responsibility now, not yours. You stay the fuck away from them. If you contact her and... if you breathe a word of this to anyone”

jungkook makes direct eye contact with him, his jaw ticking.

“I’ll come back and I’ll kill you myself. Slowly. You’ll feel every moment of the pain you caused her and her mother all these years.”

He dropped your father, letting him collapse in his own heap of blood.

jungkook stood over him.

His chest heaving, his fists clenched and blood dripped from his knuckles.

He wanted to keep going, to unleash every ounce of rage for what this man had done to you but he stopped himself.

For the sake of you.

He turned and left, the door slamming behind him.

He drove back to the mansion, his hands gripping the steering wheel, mind full of anger and guilt.

He'd done what he had to.

But he knew he could never tell you.

He could never let you see this side of him.

He didn’t want your hatred and didn’t want you to fear him more than you already did.

But he'd protect you no matter the cost, even if it meant carrying this secret alone.

۶ৎ

You sat on the plush leather couch, downstairs in the living room, small frame curled into itself, legs tucked beneath you.

bam slept beside you, head resting on his paws, his soft snores anchoring you in the quiet late night.

You hadn’t been able to sleep, your thoughts all over the place.

The front door suddenly opened with a heavy thud, the sound making you sit upright.

bam lifted his head, ears perked, a low growl rumbling in his throat before he relaxed, recognizing his owner.

jungkook stepped inside, his suit rumpled as if he'd been through a battle and his hair messy with several strands escaping from his signature man bun.

His hands that were usually so steady were bruised and bloodied.

The sight sends a jolt of shock through you.

He paused in the doorway, his gaze locking onto you and for a moment the world seemed to fade.

Leaving just the two of you, unspoken words in the air.

“It’s late, why haven’t you slept?” he asked.

But you could sense that behind his words he was carrying something else that he held back.

You swallowed, your throat tight, eyes drawn to his bruised knuckles.

The sight brought back memories—the argument in his study, the kiss that had shaken you to the core, the hurt in his eyes when you'd accused him of being like your father.

For the first time you felt a pang of concern, a need to know he was okay.

Though you didn’t understand why.

“Are you okay?” you asked

Your voice small and unsure.

The words foreign on your tongue, it was the first time you'd shown him any care and the tenderness of it made your cheeks burn.

jungkook's eyes widened slightly before his expression hardened again, guarding whatever he felt.

“I’m fine.”

His tone clipped, offering no explanation for the blood on his hands and the bruises.

You knew he was hiding something but the thought of pushing him and risking his anger made your stomach twist.

He didn’t want you to know what he’d done and didn’t want to deepen the distance between you.

He stood there, tall frame imposing yet strangely hesitant, his gaze searching yours as if trying to figure out the shift in you.

The silence went on, both your eyes locked heavily, charged with something electric.

You could see the fatigue in him, the way his shoulders were hunched slightly.

He broke the silence first.

“How are you feeling y/n and what do you want? be honest with me.”

He asked, almost pleading.

You looked down, fingers twisting nervously in your lap, his question pressing on you.

Your heart pounded with fear and grief for the life you’d never wanted.

No matter what, you didn’t want this.

You wanted freedom.

You still do.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself and met his dark eyes, your voice trembling.

“I don’t want this marriage.” you breathe.

You paused, your heart squeezing painfully and added softer, almost to yourself.

“I want a divorce.”

The words hung in the air and it seemed to suck all the light that was present, only leaving behind tension.

jungkook's face remained stoic but his eyes betrayed him—raw agony in their depths, a flicker of them beneath his cold exterior.

His jaw clenched and for a moment you remained still, fearing his reaction.

That he might react badly.

But he didn’t.

He stood there, hands still at his sides, his bruised knuckles fisted from whatever he'd done tonight.

Inside he was breaking, your words a knife to his heart that he'd only recently discovered he had after having you.

He loved you.

Had admitted that in a moment of weakness and now you were asking to leave him, to break the bond he'd vowed to keep.

Your happiness was his priority more than his own.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” he says finally.

“That’s my promise.”

He paused, his eyes searching yours and added.

“But I have one condition.”

Your heart raced, mind jumping to the worst—a control, force the kind of demands your father would have made.

You braced yourself, hands clenching on the couch waiting for the trap you were sure was coming.

“What?” you whispered, barely audible..

Your eyes wide.

“You stay here in my house until your mother recovers.”

His gaze not leaving yours.

“I’ll pay for her treatment to ensure she gets the best care. You won't go back to your father, you won't face his abuse again. Once she's well, you can take any decision you want—divorce, leaving, anything. But until then, you stay here where you’re safe.”

The words stunned you, breath catching in your throat.

You'd expected control manipulation but this—this was protection offered without strings, without the expectation of anything in return.

Tears welled in your eyes, unstoppable, your heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes.

You wanted to refuse, to assert your independence, to prove you didn’t need him.

“I can manage.” you shook.

Tears spilling down your cheeks

“I can stay somewhere else, jungkook. I can't repay you… not with that much money”

His expression softened a bit but still carried a quiet intensity that made you pause.

“You can repay me by staying.”

His eyes locked on yours, willing you to understand.

“Let me do this, y/n. Your father made your life hell and I—I married you without your consent. In your eyes I’m no better than him, am I?”

A broken sound leaves you at his words.

“I know I fucked up but let me make this right. Let me protect you and your mother. You don’t owe me anything.”

The tears came faster now, your chest heaving as his words sank in.

He saw himself like the cause of your pain.

As guilty as your father.

You wanted to scream that it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t known but the words were stuck in your throat, choked by your own emotions.

You looked into his eyes, feeling your own heart crack.

Why was he doing this? what would he get by doing this?

Nothing other than heartbreak and his own loss.

Yet he was willing to do it for you.

He wasn’t your father, not even close but the fear you’d carried for so long held you back and kept you from admitting it.

“I don’t wanna be a burden.”

Your hands tremble in your lap.

“I—I don’t want to owe you my life.”

“You’re not a burden.”

He says fiercely.

“You’re my wife, y/n whether you want to be or not. I made vows to you, to protect you and to cherish you and I meant every word. Even if you hate me even if you walk away, I'll keep those vows. You and your mother are my responsibility now not because I pity you but because I—”

He stopped, his voice catching, jaw tightening as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

“Because I care. Let me do this. Let me keep you safe.”

You stared at him, a sob leaving your lips, your heart tangled with guilt.

You wanted to fight him to push him away but his words, his sincerity made it hard for you to breathe.

You nodded slowly, your voice gone, agreeing to stay not because you wanted to but because you saw the truth in his eyes.

He wasn’t doing this to control you but to protect you.

To right a wrong he felt responsible for.

Even though he shouldn’t

jungkook exhaled, relief in his face, his shoulders sagging slightly.

He took a step back, his bruised hands flexing, the wedding ring on his finger catching the light, reminding you of your own wedding ring that you hadn’t worn since the wedding and kept tucked away in a drawer.

Like it was trash.

But the sight of his ring on him sent a pang through you.

He turned to leave but paused at the doorway, his back to you.

“You should never fear me.”

His voice low, each word a promise.

“I’m not him, y/n. I’ll never be him. This is your home now and I'll keep you safe even if it's from a distance. I won’t touch you and won’t do anything without your consent.”

His eyes met yours.

“But I need you to know that I married you and I’ll fulfill my duty as a husband.”

Your lips parted, your hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, heart breaking into small pieces.

Duty. Responsibility. Care.

They were foreign concepts your father had never understood and you took in a shuddery breath.

“jungkook.” you started.

But he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Go to bed.” he says gently.

The commanding tone present.

“It’s late. You should get some sleep.”

He didn’t wait for a response, his footsteps echoing as he walked away, leaving you alone in the living room.

You sat there frozen, your breaths shaky, tears falling silently.

bam stirred, nuzzling your hand and you clung to him, your fingers burying in his fur as sobs broke free.

The wedding ring on jungkook's finger haunted you, a symbol of a bond and relationship you'd never accepted but he still honored.

Still wore that ring, never took it off as if it was something precious.

Even though it was meaningless to you.

You hadn’t ever worn your ring, never claimed it just as you hadn’t accepted him as your husband.

But his words, his promises, his love—they shattered the image you'd built of him.

You thought of him as a monster, a manipulator, a man like your father but he was none of those things.

He was a man carrying his own scars and yet trying to protect you in a way no one ever had.

You cried, your sobs muffled into bam's fur.

You'd been wrong about him.

So wrong

And the realization had you gasping for breath.

He wasn't manipulating you, wasn’t using his money to control you or keep you trapped.

He was trying to give you what no man in your life ever gave you.

What your own father failed to give you.

Safety, care and a life free from pain.

The marriage, the kiss, the argument, his confession of love—they all swirled in your mind, leaving you lost.

You didn’t know what you felt.

Didn’t know what came next.

But one thing was clear: jungkook wasn’t the enemy you’d made him out to be.

And that truth changed everything.

────

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[buryhny]

JUNO ( the promise you kept )

"One of me is cute, but two, though?"

➥ rundown ; One night, you pour your heart out to your best friend about your perfect dream life, the kind of love with babies and warm homes and not having to do life alone but no one ever stayed long. He listens. And then he promises to help you find the life you want. another one night, one kiss, one mistake- maybe. Until it isn’t. Until two pink lines show up. Until you’re carrying the future you once only whispered about. You don’t know what happens next. But he’s still here. And maybe, just maybe… he might be the one you always dreamt of.

genre ; best friends to lovers | accidental pregnancy au

✦ Jungkook x y/n ✦ word count ; 21k | 18+ ✦ one-shot | part of the short n' sweet series ( coming soon! )

warnings - contains smut

"I'm exhausted!!" you whine, throwing yourself on the couch. Jungkook closes the door behind him and chuckles. "The party wasn't that bad, you drank a load of shit." You scoff at his words, hands reaching out to hug the cushion. "it was, bad. wasn't what i wanted after a terrible day at work." 

It's fall, and everyone's busy preparing for their weddings. As a wedding planner yourself, it's hectic. One after the other, it's endless during this season. For someone like you, it's a lot more dreadful, considering how you hate the thought of marriage being single....yet. Jungkook plops on the couch beside you and chuckles.

"Which one made out this time?" you throw your legs on his lap which he welcomes, rubbing your swollen feet habitually. "i question my job every single day, although I've been doing this for 5 years now. why? just....why must i see all that?

he threw himself on her, like, threw! himself. I'm not exaggerating, i almost puked from my nose." you groan, pushing your head into the cream cushion. Jungkook looks at you and sighs. he witnesses this every other day and he can't relate to you since his job is his everything. he loves his photography, and his camera is his baby. it's the one time he feels free. "ever consider doing something else?" "you ask this, every time i complain about my job-" "what else do you want me to say?! your job's awful, so you need to find something you'd actually love doing!!" 

he defends himself, laughing at how mad you get when he questions you. you sit upright, looking at him with tired eyes and flushed cheeks. "you know why i hate this job...." he gazes at you, nodding. his eyes soften when you say that, "you also know why i keep doing it, even if i could leave this dumb job and find something that is not as exhausting and sickening as it is." Jungkook looks at your feet, caressing it gently as you speak. "this is not the job's fault-" "it's you feeling lonely-" 

he completes the sentence for you. The silence lingers, the hissing of the air conditioner is loud, and you keep looking at him, while biting the insides of your mouth. "yup!" You toss yourself back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, pitying yourself. Jungkook glances at you, he lets his head fall back on he couch. "i'm freaking 28 with no ring and kids." "That's a flex." "yeah until my uterus stops producing eggs and menopause hits me at 30," he laughs. "it's not that serious, bubs."

"i'm just saying!! it feels like it." The laughter fills the room, you feel his stomach rumbling at the joke you said. "Adoption is always available. Choose your fighter! boy, girl? blonde, brunette? blue eyes, green eyes? you've got choices. And damn, we could raise a baby together. imagine that!?" "yeah what? not experience pregnancy when that is the literal gift of being a woman? and fuck no, i'm not adopting a kid with you. we both can never handle kids together." 

you always got an answer at the top of your tongue, Jungkook cracks up at how fast you respond. "yeah no shit, i wanna see your pregnancy nose." "oh my god! just not that-" you both giggle, remembering Mina. your mutual friend who's been in the little friend group along with Jimin and Taehyung since you all were babies. A thought hits your head, so you sit up, pulling your legs to cross them. 

Jungkook knows your mind is brewing something up, so he turns to face you, waiting for you to speak. "do you ever....just think of experiencing pregnancy? like....when i get pregnant, would you be excited?" he rolls his eyes. "excited? Bubs i would run down the lane, knock on each and every neighbour's door, and gift them gold if you ever tell me you're pregnant." you laugh, hitting him on the chest. 

"why is no man good enough? Every time i think of getting pregnant by a man, i drop the whole idea... it's scary, don't you think?" you murmur, playing with your fingers, maybe it's the alcohol in the system that makes you speak this. And Jungkook is all ears, allowing you to let loose. "i imagined a whole future with my exes.. none of them stayed. I've had 4 boyfriends-" "dicks." he whispers under his breath. 

"i'm so glad they left. they showed me that they could never be a father. so i'm glad but- will i ever be able to find someone i could settle with. because at this point in life, all i want is to settle down. i don't wanna be working my ass off, i wanna be a housewife, have kids and... just live that traditional life. There are so many ways to live life, but i want this, i want the whole- waiting for my hubby to come home at night while i manage the house and kids, get excited to cook dinner for him- instead I'm just...working all day long. For 5 years of my life, longer than that- i just don't wanna count my barista era, that was...lousy." 

he chuckles while you sniff. almost in tears at your perfect dream life. "i'm tired, i wanna move on. move to the...next stage." you whisper. Jungkook feels heavy, looking at you playing with your fingers. Jungkook has known this for years, it's been your dream since you were 7. you always wanted to have a family at a young age but it never worked out, none of the men you dated liked the idea of a family at a young age, They said they wouldn't be able to handle the stress, 

"do you know how expensive children are?" two guys said. you were never able to find a man who met your needs and it constantly left you worrying about your life and future. you let go of it and didn't realise time flew. You're not 23 anymore. it comes to a point when you're done and finally today, you met your meltdown point. you just had to let it out of your mind even though you didn't want to show anyone that this bothered you, so much.

"i'm scared..." you start again after a long silence. "i'm scared of two things, if it will be too late and...if i will never be able to find someone who.. would want to create a family with me together." you allow yourself to cry. You've been keeping this inside of you for quite a long time. Jungkook didn't know you had such thoughts, he didn't notice how much you kept inside you. 

he feels angry that he didn't see behind your mask. he pulls you towards him, hugging your shoulders tight. you cry inside his chest, his warmth only making things worse. "hey bub.." he whispers, caressing your hair. he feels so cosy, like a blanket. "it's gonna be alright. everything is for the best, okay? you're exactly where you're supposed to be, whatever has happened and will happen is all for the best. There's nothing as being too late, you're gonna be married someday, you're gonna have as many babies as you like and you're gonna have the life you want... " 

he speaks. "you have to trust yourself. good times will come soon, i promise..." his words heal your tears and clouded mind. "i'm always with you, i'm always gonna be with you. i promise that i'll give you the life you dream." you raise your head to look at him. he looks down at you, and oh...does his heart melt at the sight. your nose is runny like a child's, your eyes are filled with tears, your eyelashes long and beautiful, carrying tears drops like the leaves hold the rain drops. 

he notices your red cheeks and puffed lips, pink.. much much pink than the lip gloss you wore today. "you promise me?" you mumble and he nods, cupping your face as he takes in this...sight. his eyes look into yours a little too much, that he feels a little jittery but he keeps it cool. 

"i promise bubs. you know i never break promises." Sometimes you think why there aren't men like your best friend. you would do anything to find someone like him. Anything. you push your head inside his chest again, sniffing at his words. The alcohol in your system is slowing down now, leaving you drowsy but you don't wanna sleep. You just want to stay close to him, like this, all night. 

You and Jungkook have always been close, too close, some might've said. Moments like this remind you of things people used to say. "It's always him with you, isn't it? Your precious best friend." They'd laugh, sometimes bitter, sometimes just tired... "Why don't you just be with him already?" they'd say when fights broke out.

You didn't understand the weight of those words back then. Not until they left.

When you were in relationships, you knew your lines. Jungkook did too.

Or at least, you thought you did.. you both weren't physically close, like this. but he was always competitive to your boyfriends even when you swore that Jungkook is harmless, he's just protective of you that's just his nature being friends with you since a child. you both barely met each other or texted because you knew your significant other did not like the constant contact you had with your best friend and it's fair, you understood it, Jungkook did too. 

he would understand the change of atmosphere whenever he's in the same room as your boyfriend, you didn't hug him the first time you see him, you didn't share dinner with him when everyone sat down to eat, while camping and.. you were always trapped in PDA something Jungkook knows you're uncomfortable of. he finds it funny how your boyfriends didn't know that or maybe they did but they never cared.

 Somehow, the men you dated always stood in sharp contrast to your best friends- Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok. Your friends carried this effortless ease about them, never too concerned with their surroundings or trying to prove anything. They were just themselves, no matter the place or company. But the guys you picked? They were always on edge, like they had something to prove, like they needed to dominate the room. It never quite sat right with your group, but they never called it out.

 Because that was just your type. You liked your men... different. it took a long time for you to get back with Jungkook, pouring out your heart to him took some time because you would always be reminded of how arguments would rise between your exes and you, how baseless they were and how they always revolved around Jungkook. Sometimes looking at your best friend would make you sad, he's the purest human you've met, how can anyone hate him? but you're glad no one's coming between your friendship, there's peace and.. comfort in his embrace.

 somehow Jungkook and you have grown closer in many ways than before, it's also the only way you can complete your physical needs. your lack of physical human contact often leaves you feeling blue and sick. when you're home alone, you feel lonely but when Jungkook's around, no matter where you are, that's home. he's your best friend, best friend for life. and Jungkook feels the same towards you too. 

"you're so fucking annoying." you whisper under your breath, making him giggle. "why so?" you take sometime to reply, Jungkook assumes you're asleep, but you were reconsidering if you should say it, your mind is too hazy to think much so you speak. "i'll never be able to find someone like you." Jungkook freezes, he gets flustered, he halts caressing your hair for a second as he gulps. "if only god made one more like you, i probably would be cooking dinner for him right now." 

you laugh, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "you're- drunk. really drunk." Jungkook chuckles nervously, he looks down at you, the outline of your face. for a moment. he felt like someone had altered the wires of his brain when you said those words. you speak gibberish when you're tipsy and he loves that about you. everything that you try to hide within yourself, spills out like tea and he's thankful for that, at least that way he knows what's bothering you and keeping you up at night. 

the silence is comforting, his warmth is soothing and you've dozed off in his arms while he's stuck inside his thoughts. he'd never felt so burdened in life, he'd always had one goal and that was his profession which he earned, nothing more. he was never worried about marriage, had no wish to be married before 35 or at all. 

so relating to you was not something he could do. but he was an empath, he understands, he always tries to and when it comes to you, he's more than ever understanding. growing up with you his whole life, he knows every little thing about you and if he's being honest, he's quite surprised you've not settled yet. 

he would never tell that to you or any other soul, but he does not get what the underlying problem is. How come none of your exes were ever good at this? Isn't that something you've always wanted in a man, someone capable of raising kids and building a family? and... you're a sweetheart, you can never be the problem, he bets his life on it. but now.. he must find someone for you, the right man who'll build your perfect life. Jungkook promised to help you, he's determined to find your dream life.

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kook : bubs don't take ages doing your makeup

y/n : stfu i'm not gonna take hours, i'm just doing my lips

kook : Jimin's on his way so be down in 5

 you put on a layer of clear gloss over your lip tint, pressing some highlighter on the tip of your nose and inner corners of your eyes and you're done. you take your shoulder bag, jacket and dash to the elevator. Jimin's gonna fight you if he stays any longer than 2 mins and to your luck, he'd not arrived yet. 

"ma'am!!! why so sexy today?" Jimin whistles as you get inside his Benz, he looks at you with a smirk, batting his eye lashes. "i'm always sexy, darling." he scoffs and drives. "kook's gonna kill you. no shit, he's gonna kill me for letting you get into to the car in that skirt." you groan, throwing your head back on the seat. "he always acts like a dad, it can be annoying at times." you brush your hair a bit more and apply more gloss as you're almost close to the restaurant. "he's protective of you." 

"i know but... i just wanna enjoy okay. my periods finally over, i was in the mood to dress up. i wanted to look fucking extra." the two of you walk inside, meeting up with the gang. Taehyung gets up from his seat to give you a tight hug and a kiss on your cheek. "holy shit y/n, you look hot." "thanks tae." Mina and Hoseok wave at you, you notice how tired the two of them look, they really needed this dinner. Handling triplets is not for the easy. 

"hello to you too, kook." you murmur, pushing him inside the booth. He leaned back in the booth, arms crossed, tongue pressing into his cheek. Quiet. "what?" you ask and he closes his eyes. "stop being a dad!!" "i told someone to come by to meet you, now how do i tell him to go back?" you deadpan at his words. "someone to meet me?" he glances at the entrance door and back to you. "yeah, a friend, co worker." "what? why?" you're confused, why would he do that? he's never done that before. 

"stop asking questions. i'm thinking of ways to cancel this blind date, i'm not, letting him see you like this, i might break his nose if he touches you in anyway." "what's wrong with this outfit?" you're lowkey getting mad at him but you don't wanna show, you see how irritated Jungkook looks. "he's gonna make you come by his place tonight for sure, i mean- look at you, nobody can just sit still and not take you to their place after a dinner." you gape at him, hitting his shoulder. 

"are you trynna say i look like a slu-" "guys!!!! stop fighting like kids, please order your meals." you side eye Jungkook (who does the same) and pick your menu. "i'd get the double double spicy meal, with a diet pepsi, thank you." "and i'll get the double-double crispy chicken with a diet coke please." Jungkook says, making you roll your eyes with his order, you know he orders the same meal as yours, he fights you for the last piece after he's done with his own, he keeps hunting to finish yours and he hates coke, he's just trying to be different in arrogance when his order is always the same as you. 

so typical of him. 

he can be petty sometimes, like you're not in a bikini, it's a black denim mini skirt that stops just a little over your thighs, a lace trimmed, corset style top with an oversized leather blazer and high combat boots. its simple and cute. Jungkook does not think it's cute, your top and blazer are in deep red. your makeup is simple, just clean girl makeup with a dark red lip liner and clear gloss on a hint of lip tint. 

your outfits never fail to eat but they can eat him up sometimes, this one. This one's different, it tops the list of all the outfits you've ever worn. and he's afraid he's gonna punch someone tonight if they think about touching you. "how's the little ones, it's been a while i last saw them." you ask Mina. "oh they're doing okay, they had a fever last week and it was chaos. we had a hard time handling them."

Hoseok nods as he gives his wife a smile. yes, they were friends, best friends for years until they eventually figured Mina had feelings for Hoseok and... it was mutual, Hoseok was just good at hiding his part. when the meals arrive, you all talk about everything that's been happening while having your burgers and fries. 

Jungkook sips on your Pepsi, he doesn't even bother to act sneaky, he just does it and you don't say anything because meh, you both always share. you see him picking on his burger too, his fault, his ego. "hey why are you drinking mine?" "cause it tastes better, give me a bite of your burger too." "stfu Jungkook, you know you don't order crispy chicken! don't ask mine now." you both fight like kids until you cool down. "who's this guy anyway?" you ask when everyone else is busy in the convo. 

"Park Deong Ju." "mmm, like his name." Jungkook nods and that's it, you both don't talk much, keep giving each other side glances and putting out your tongues. you all get going to the club, when you get off the seat, Jungkook gets a better look at your outfit and sighs. he hates being protective, it fucks up his mind and mood too. why can't be he like Jimin or Taehyung? they hype you up and make you happy, but he? he can't do any of that. cons of being a best-est fucking friend. 

he walks beside you, as you both get into his car. Jimin and Taehyung go together, of course, Mina and Hoseok go together so you go with Jungkook, as usual. "you're annoying the crap out of me, can you just- be normal??" you say after minutes of silence. "okay ma'am, i'm normal!" "you're not ...Jungkook normal, please be weird and stupid." This makes him laugh involuntarily, he's mad but he laughs at what you said. "tf do you want me to do!" "i don't know, just anything, not this, i don't want a dad, i want a friend." "fine, god damn!" '

he turns the music louder, both of you rolling your eyes before breaking out in a laughter. as you arrive to the club, a guy is waiting outside the entrance with his phone. Jungkook receives a phone call and he looks around, then raises his hand when he finds his friend. "hey man." they both hug, you awkwardly stand next to Jungkook. "this is y/n, my best friend i was talking about-" 

Jungkook introduces you to the guy. he's tall, brunette and...hot? he wears a polo t-shirt with linen jeans and loafers, which...may not be the best club outfit but at least he looks hot. "hi, i'm y/n!" you handshake him and he smiles. "i'm Deong Ju. nice to meet you, i must say you..look stunning." you blush and nod with a thanks. Jungkook smiles tightly, of course you look stunning, he managed to see you in the best outfit you've ever pulled, stunning is an understatement. 

you three walk inside, you look at Jungkook and he nods when Deong Ju takes you to another table, two booths away from your group. Jimin asks Jungkook what's all this about and he tells him that his co-worker has pretty much the same goals as you do, he wants to settle down soon and he's a good guy, Jungkook's known him for some time now. "if you're setting this up then i trust it-" "one hundred percent!" "i know she's gonna like him then." they all speak at the same time, making Jungkook gulp.

"y'all...really trust me like that?" "duh-" "of course we do! you know y/n way better than any of us do." Hoseok says. "yeah, she trusts you with her life so if you're choosing her a partner then... we're all in it." Jungkook smiles as he looks down at his glass. he definitely feels more nervous now that everyone thinks he will choose the best for you but it's all in your hands, you've got to like the guy, doesn't matter who sets it up, you must like the vibe and that's why Jungkook keeps taking glances to check in on you and to his relief he sees you laughing, looks like you're having a good time. he hopes you don't have too much alcohol.

the man in front of you has no idea about your low tolerance and if you do, he wants to be around just in case. it's been about an hour or so and Jungkook's zoned out of the group convo, everyone seems to be indulged in the gossip of the upcoming college batch party but he's too tired, especially after a long event at work and the dinner, he can't wait to get some sleep when he's back home. he sips on the last of his 5th shot and looks over at your booth only to find it empty. 

his eyes dart around anxiously, finally finding you on the dance floor by yourself. you're having fun, arms up in the air, a wide smile, gulping down a shot when the waiter walks past you. Jungkook lets you be yourself, he watches you in a distance. This isn't the first time he's seen you dance like that, he's seen it too many times. But somehow you look so much more beautiful tonight. he's unsure if it's the outfit, dance or the shots but...all he knows is, it's different, it's all got some effect on him. 

either him or the atmosphere and that- scares him. there were far too many times he'd felt out of the ordinary with you but it was always something that faded away, he knows this shall too. you're his best friend, best best friend, childhood friend, he's seen every side of you, the good, bad, ugly and beautiful. you're an attractive woman, so crushing on you was a silly feeling that lasted 2 seconds and you would immediately fall back to being the annoying ass. Jungkook smiles as he keeps an eye on you, until he sees a random stranger getting close to you. 

soon he gets on his feet, rushing towards you, pushing the drunk guy away and standing right behind you. "why'd you do that?" you ask, squinting your eyes. "i don't know...didn't like it." he says, of course he doesn't like it. The guy looked completely wasted, and if Jungkook hadn't stepped in, those hands would've definitely ended up somewhere they didn't belong. Jungkook looks around, looking for Deong Ju. 

"you're being so weird tonight." "yeah, you're hot tonight." That makes you pause, mid-dance. You turn to face him because your body's moving too much, and the beat, the dress, you... it's provoking him in a way that feels completely unintentional but impossible to ignore. He mentally curses himself, brushing it off as the alcohol talking. "where's Deong Ju?" "he left, said it was an emergency." you sigh. 

"come on Kook, dance!" You grab his hand and pull him in. He laughs, following your lead, doing a ridiculous move that makes you both double over with laughter. It's easy again, light, stupid, familiar. Until the music slows. Your hands crawl up to his neck. His settle naturally at your waist. You're swaying. It's too comfortable," you really thought i would hit it off with that guy?" you ask loudly so he could hear through the music. "You literally cried to me about wanting kids and a husband. 

He's a good guy. What was I supposed to do?" he murmurs into your ears. You look at him closely, your fingers reaching up to push his hair off his forehead. You linger, just for a moment. Softly. Absentmindedly. You think about it, the guy was fine. He wanted the same things but... "you were... just not how you meant to.." you whisper, you don't even think he hears it. But Jungkook always watches your mouth when he's this close.

He reads your lips. And suddenly, something shifts. He doesn't know what it is exactly, maybe the way you're looking at him, maybe the way your thumb brushes his skin. Maybe the alcohol, maybe the song. Maybe none of it. Maybe all of it. But it's there. And neither of you pulls away. "what do you mean by that?" he asks carefully. you look at his eyes and give him a soft smile, looking down at the floor. 

"nothing, forget it. i'm tipsy." Jungkook blinks, his brows furrow just a little, mouth parting like he wants to ask again, he doesn't think it's nothing, he doesn't press on it but he can't help it. The air is different tonight, you both feel it. "we should go home." "yeah..." you pull away, and both walk to the booth. Jimin's already passed out and Hoseok tells Mina to drink up fast so they can get home to the triplets. 

"you guys going too?" Tae asks. "yup, too late." "yeah, gotta drop Jiminie too." "see you later guys!" you both hug all of them before Jungkook gets his car. you both are quiet. none of you speak. The ride home is filled with silence except when you plug your phone for the music instead of his, like you always do.

you both walk up to your apartment, still a bit tipsy. you kick off your heels and slump on the couch. Jungkook places your bag carefully on the dining table and sits beside you. "my feet are dying." you groan dramatically. "why do you even wear heels?" he asks. he can sense the change. you're not all whiny like you are usually. you're quiet. he knows somethings not right. "what's on your mind?" he asks...slowly. 

you drop your head on his shoulder, looking up at him, his eyes don't blink, he fixates them on yours, gazing down at you. he wants you to speak up your thoughts so he waits patiently. your eyes fall back to his lap. "you're okay? wanna talk?" he asks again. you don't answer him. "does it have to do with Deong Ju?" 

you shake your head and he nods. At atleast you're giving him some insight. you both sit in silence and it itches him. he doesn't like it. he prefers the blabbering from you. At atleast it keeps the empty room alive, unlike now. the lights are dim, barely any light at all. he keeps a mental note to change your lights to white, the gold doesn't match your aesthetic. he'd notice the few changes you've made, like the additional frames on the wall, the books that sit on the console table. 

he didn't see them last weekend, he was here so it had to be done during the week. it's nice, it's you. the light seeping through the windows, brightens up the room by a percent. it's mostly darkness, it's comfortable though. he has you leaning against him, the soft breathing is he only sound to his ears except the air conditioner. 

maybe you need some space so he gives it, doesn't further question you because he knows you'll speak if you want to. so he eases, slumps down the couch and closes his eyes. "you didn't have to go all grandma, bodyguard mode tonight, you know." you murmur and he softly chuckles at the 'grandma.' "he was coming at you, i didn't like it. and-" he glances at you, caressing your hair. 

"i'm just... protective okay. i get it, it can be frustrating to you but i promise- you're allowed to wear whatever. I'm allowed to worry. i'm your best friend, aint i?" he asks. patting your head. you smile. "You always take care of me. Even when you don't have to." you mumble. "hey...i don't mind it." he whispers, messing your hair like a kid. it's quiet again. you look up to take a glance at him and he's already looking down at you. your eyes meet, longer than a minute."

you looked like you had a great time with him." you chuckle and hit his chest. "i had to play it off well, he was nice, though his flirting skills lacked. i'll still give it to him, he...looked good." Jungkook nods, picking the insides of his cheek. he won't deny it, Deong Ju was a charming man.

You took a moment, trying to figure out how to make him laugh. Tickling? That would work but knowing him, he'd turn it back on you and tickle you to death, so you quickly scrapped that idea. Instead, you decided on a hug. Without any warning, you wrapped your arms around him. pulling him into a tight hug. He lets out a sudden laugh, surprised but quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you even closer. you both giggle as you stay in each other's embrace for sometime. 

he's warm, so so warm and it comforts you. his presence feels cozy, you're unsure if it's his wrapped warms, chest or scent but it's godly. he rubs your back, taking you in. the giggles die and it's quiet once again but this time you both enjoy the stillness, you almost fall asleep to his breathing and rubs. his hand reaches up to your hair, massaging it softly. His fingertips glide through your straightened hair, quietly noting how soft it feels beneath his touch. 

he pushes your hair behind your ear, a simple, small move that didn't intend to feel anything. but in a way it did, you felt your heart skip a beat at his touch. you look up at him and giggle. 

'your giggles sound like a baby's' 

he thinks to himself. he smiles softly, warmly. you pull his cheeks, he whimpers in pain while you laugh, enjoying how cute he looks. Jungkook doesn't say a word, he lets you playfully hurt him, before placing a kiss on it, a fun, thankful kiss like you do to all your friends but.. you don't pull back away as fast as you usually do and Jungkook notices it. 

the lightness of his gaze fades, his eyes darken. words aren't exchanged but the feeling- the shift...the body understands, the body feels it without the need of words. your lips slowly pull away, as your eyes flicks up to meet his. but they're already on you. the way you look up at him with innocent round eyes, makes his body weak. 

the both of you continue to look at each other, the temperature rises and the air changes, you breathe heavily. His gaze flickers between your eyes before dropping to your lips, slow, intentional, like he's tracing an invisible triangle across your face. you swallow hard, unable to look away. your mind raced with a million thoughts, 

'what is he doin?' 'what am i doing?' 'are we....really thinking of that?' 

but when he got closer to you, you didn't pull away, you didn't move your head. you...wanted it too. you wanted a taste, you wanted to try. you both hesitated for a moment, Jungkook gave you time to think as he slowly got closer to you. he noted how you didn't move, maybe you wanted this too? if you didn't, you would pull away right? you stayed still, allowing him to make the lead and he did. 

he pressed his lips gently on yours. your eyes close at the feeling of him. you think, how soft his lips feel while he thinks why he never noticed how plump your lips were, until now. he stayed just a minute long, keeping it brief before slowly pulling away. his eyes searched yours, asking you silently if this was okay, if you liked it, if you ...didn't hate him for this but all he could see was desperation. your eyes wide, moon like. he observes your face, he's never seen you this up close and...

he wonders why he never did. you were beautiful. you've always been. "didn't know your eyes were caramel brown." he says, in a whisper. the both of you an inch way from pressing back your lips breaths mingling. "you don't even know me." he muffles a soft laugh. "i knew they were brown but..." he brushes his nose with yours. your eyes shut at his touch. "how did i miss it all these years?" 

he murmurs, you almost couldn't hear it, too focused on his hand creeping up your neck, teasing you with his touch. "just kiss me, kook." you whine, unable to take it anymore. he presses his lips back on yours, this time more hungrily. your hands travel to his hair, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook holds your jaw tight while his other hand wraps itself around your waist, pulling you to his lap. 

the kiss is hurried, greedy and passionate. his lip piercing is cold, but it feels so much better when you kiss. you moan into his mouth when he bites down your lower lip, before meeting your tongue. "kook-" you whisper, tugging him closer like as if he can get any closer to you than he already is. You're craving more, and so is he. Jungkook indulges in the kiss too deeply to even remember who he's kissing anymore. 

His mouth grows rough, leaving your lips swollen and bruised, marking you with each greedy pull. A moan escapes you, loud and shameless, as your palms clutch at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. he then pulls away fast after the hearing the sound you make. "we... shouldn't be doing this." you say, breathless, struggling to steady your breathing. his eyes search yours, looking for any signs that he may have hurt you, if he was being too rough. "y-yeah we- shouldn't." 

he whispers and you both nod quickly, neither of you move. your hands are still wrapped around his neck while his hands are on your jaw and waist. you swallow a lump down your throat, the little voice inside your head keeps nagging you 

'just go for it.' 'its just a one time thing...right?'  

you take a deep breath, the both of you keep staring at each other. Jungkook looks concerned, almost frightened, as if unsure how to ask if he's gone too far. your hands cup his cheeks. 

"hey...that- that was amazing, kook." you mumble. "that was crazy," you chuckle. Jungkook sees how swollen your lips are, they're plump by themselves but now it's....way bigger than they were, alluring him for more but he stops. "i'm okay!" you whisper, your hands bring his face down, a few centimeters away from his lips. "i loved it." you press a chaste kiss on his lips, his grip on your waist tightens at it. 

"i fucking loved it." you whisper again, pulling him to yet another deep kiss. this time your hands roam on his chest, before reaching under his tank top. Jungkook moves his mouth slowly yet passionately. he knows your lips are tender from the bruising so he goes softer this time so you don't feel uncomfortable. his hands reach to pull away your leather jacket, leaving you in the red lace corset top. you push his jacket away too, trying to remove his tank top, which he pulls away from you to do it. 

you drool at the sight of his chest. it allows a chuckle to erupt. "nothing you haven't seen before." he speaks. "i know but...this feels different." you can't believe you're...gonna do this with your stupid-yet very attractive best friend. Jungkook is insanely handsome, you've always known that. But never, not once in your life, did you think you'd end up like this. seated on his lap, his bare chest against you, making out with him, and... maybe about to do things you never imagined you'd do. 

With your best friend. 

"oh fuck you're everything i need right now." you mutter, pressing your lips again on his as he laughs at what you just said. he knows this is gonna go further, he feels it in his bones. it's the way you're grinding on him, the way your hands are all over his and how deep your kissing him. it's not that he isn't either but he wanted to go slow and clearly.. that's not what you want. he lifts you off the couch with ease, taking you to your bedroom. he doesn't turn on the lights, your window is bright enough since you didn't pull the curtains close. 

he carefully places you on the bed, hovering over you as your body reacts with a quiet giggle when his hands find you. "you know why...we're here." he asks. "of course jeonfuck!" he chuckles then he looks at you seriously. "And you're okay with this?" he asks again, carefully, as if double-checking. Even though the light doesn't quite reach your face, he still reaches over to switch on the bedside lamp. 

when he sees your face, glowing like the moon, he can't help but smile. "it's been about a year i last had sex, i'm so fucking horny." you groan but he doesn't laugh with you. sure, he smiles softly but he's really serious and you notice it. your hands cup his face, looking deeply into his eyes. "i don't know what were doing, this...is stupid." you chuckle, he scoffs with a nod. 

'if this isn't stupid then what is it.' you both think.

"but i know i want this. i...trust you okay. you're my best friend-" at that he breaks into laughter, his head falls on your neck. "you did not just friend zone me while i'm over you, half naked with a boner." "i'm serious though, you are my best friend, aren't you?" you ask, pushing him so you can look at his face clearly while you speak. "i am." he whispers, placing a kiss on your palm that holds his cheeks. 

"Do you trust me?" you ask, and he lets out a dramatic groan. "With my life...and my... dick apparently? Wait, no- you're gonna be sane, right? You're not gonna, like, chew it off or-" "Jeon, get fucking serious and just fuck me already." he giggles, pressing his nose on yours, rubbing it side to side before he pushes his lips. his fingers brush your shoulders, allowing the thin straps of the top to slip down. 

he kisses down your jaw down till your neck. your hands stay tangled in his hair, moaning at the feeling of his sucking down your throat. he pulls away any of the remaining pieces of cloth on your body and himself, you're both desperate with the way he's trying to remove his pants, so do you. but the button isn't opening and it frustrates you both, how you're unable to do a simple action. 

when they're all gone, Jungkook hovers over you, his fingers flick the lamp off without a word, leaving the room dark and quiet. It's easier like this, easier to forget you're best friends and just... be.

he stays between your thighs, preparing you for himself. you whimper at his fingers as he draws circles, moving inside of you to prep for the later. his lips stay on your chest, easing you as he makes you cum for the first time.

"ko-kook-" "yeah." "need you." you whisper breathlessly and he crawls up, placing a quick kiss on your lips. "yeah- i need you too, just give me some time.." he pants as he tries to stop himself from letting out. he's close but he doesn't want to tell you, he can't focus on stopping himself when the sounds of you fill his ears. 

he never imagined you would ever leave such sexy sounds. nothing could have prepared him for this. he stables himself after a while, even though you make his blood level and heart beat spike when you lean in to kiss him. you take in the sight before you. his chest, the sweat beads decorating it. his tattooed arms make him look like a painting. he's so fine, you knew he was always. 

he heaves a sigh and adjusts himself to you, right in between you. he braces himself over you, placing himself at the right spot. he kisses you gently before he thrusts. you cry when you feel his length, he groans loud, biting his lower lip in reflex as he lowers his head to your shoulder. "fuck-oh my god- you feel so go- wait-" he freezes, he removes his head from you and look at you with wide eyes of realisation. 

"i-i didn't use a condom- shit shit-" he starts to pull away, concern written all over his face, but you catch his arms and tug him back. "it's fine.." "no y/n we must be careful-" "hey hey..are you clean?" you ask. he nods immediately. "i've not slept with anyone in months." "it's fine then..me too. i'll take a pill right after, okay." 

"oh..." he sighs, putting his head on your cheek. "oh y/n you better..." as the night passes, you cling to him, breathlessly as he drowns himself into you, he murmurs your name so beautifully. you've never heard anyone call your name out with so much passion before. not even your exes who would just be done with it. this sex is a one-time thing but oh man...this might've been the best you've ever had. 

"Y/N... you're so beautiful," he murmurs. "Fuck... baby... you feel incredible," he groans as he loses control, his lust taking over him as he speeds up. he finishes inside of you, panting as he sleeps on your chest. the both of you take your time to breathe, the night had been a crazy ride. a one-time insane roller coaster. you just hope you don't regret it. 

he falls beside you, looking at your side frame. you turn to see him. he caresses your cheek, his eyes gaze over your features lovingly, like he always does. he gets closer, his lips a few centimeters away, testing you. you pull him, chastely kissing along with playful giggles. "i'll run the shower." 

he gets up and walks into the washroom. you watch him walk naked. damn, he's fine. he really is. Both of you shower separately. you're now doing your skincare, patting the toner into your skin as Jungkook leans against the door frame. he wears his clothes, the extra ones you keep in your closet whenever he decides to sleep over...on the couch. "what?" you ask, side-eyeing him.

he chuckles, making his way to you. "was wondering how i managed to sleep with...you." He says it like it's supposed to offend you. "Wow, thanks. Confidence ruined..." he grabs the face mask from your hand and puts it on his face. you punch his chest, tearing another face mask. 

Jungkook and you tease and joke around, it's just a part of your friendship. a major part. so it doesn't have to offend you, it usually means nothing, just his way to annoy you- yet this upsets you. he glances at you from the corner of his eyes, he notes a shift in the mood. He didn't mean that, so he's just about to speak but then you do. 

"so what... you regretting it already?" you whisper under your breath, rubbing the rest of the serum on your arms. Jungkook frowns, he knows he should've been a bit more considerate, jokes aside, it was rude, he knows it too. "hey..." he gets closer to you, feeling guilty at what he said. You take a step back, looking at him with wide eyes. 

you chuckle. "come on, I was teasing you." you fake a laugh but he knows what's on your mind already. you're expressive with your emotions, your face shows it all. And Jungkook? he figures it out in seconds. "bubs.." he pulls you into a hug. 

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean it-" "hey it's okay-" you attempt to free yourself from his grasp but he holds you tight. he knows you're hurt but you're trying to play it off. "i dont regret anything, not even a second of it." he murmurs, you stop moving and sigh. "i promise." he whispers, pulling away so he can look at you closely. 

he cups your face and scans your features. his eyes fall to your lips accidentally but he pushes his thoughts away. placing a kiss on your forehead. "it doesn't change anything between us, right?" you ask softly, carefully. worried that this stupid night could be a fatal mistake to this beautiful friendship the two of you share. he shakes his head, a grin decorates his face. 

"No, of course not. Nothing could ever change what we share. You're my best friend, and you always will be. This doesn't change how I feel... does it change things for you?" you shake your head immediately and he smiles. "That settles it all then." he pats your head then looks back at the mirror, fixing his hair. you look down, taking everything in. "your face mask is gonna fall off, careful." 

he chuckles. You both step out of the bathroom. Jungkook takes the extra pillows from the closet and goes to the living room. He lays out the pillows and pulls the blanket over the couch, turning it into a bed for the night. he asks if you're hungry and you say no. he asked 'wanna get double double spicy meal? '

you were about to say yes cause that burger is.. your most fav food ever but it was too late for a whole meal. you walk back to your bedroom, after it's all cleaned up. you say your good nights and lie down to sleep. somehow you just ...can't. you look up at the ceiling, your mind spinning about everything that had happened. tonight has been crazy, neither of you would've imagined this could happen. 

that's not it, there's an uneasiness inside of you, that's keeping you on the edge. an unsettling feeling inside you, that only gets worse as the clock ticks.

-

The clock reads 2:35 AM now. You went to bed at 12:40. you struggle to close your eyes, flipping side to side, but nothing really works. finally, you give up, quietly slipping out of bed. You tiptoe toward the living room, careful not to wake Jungkook. He usually falls asleep fast. 

You hover behind the couch, peeking over just to make sure he's really asleep.

But... he's not.

Jungkook meets your eyes without a flinch. he's got his arm resting on his forehead, his blanket sprawled on the couch and a pillow on the floor. "can't sleep?" he asks, you nod with a pout. "come here" he sits up, patting the empty space beside him. you sit down and pull the blanket around you. 

"thought you'd be snoring." he gets offended by it and laughs. "i don't snore." "that's what all snorers say." now you both sit in silence, in your own worlds of spinning thoughts. Jungkook glances at you time to time, he figures you're lost in your thoughts, he's curious though. he guesses it has to do with tonight. 

"you really okay? wanna talk?" you look at him with a blank face before looking down. "i can't shut my mind." you speak. "you're worried about .. that yet?" "no, i just don't know....i mean, we feel normal, we are normal right-" "ofc we are bubs, what's normal even?" he says and you heave a deep sigh. "it's just...if i lose you for just some...sex? i'm gonna give up on everything, i'll lose track of my life, you're the only one that keeps me sane." you murmur, while he looks at you fondly. 

 "That's a lot of pressure for one person, but hey, I'm up for the challenge." he says making you giggle. "hey look at me.." he turns to face you, getting serious for a moment. "this.." he gestures between you two. "this friendship is everything to me, nothing is gonna mess this up, not one night, not any sex or kiss. Whatever it is, our friendship is my top priority and i will never let anything harm us, never. you understand?" he consoles you as he brushes his hand over yours. 

you nod, feeling a sense of calmness wash over you. "i promise." he whispers, he searches your face, carefully watching your expressions as you both innocently get closer to each other. your noses brush against one another, lips hovering just a few centimeters away. you both are unsure who kissed first but it happened, gently, carefully. a slow kiss that lasted a few seconds before you both pull away. 

"um...i-" it's awkward now, Jungkook brushes his hair as he looks around the room, you drape the blanket tighter around yourself in reflex. "guess that's what happens when you can't sleep." he whispers under his breath, making you laugh which he follows too. "come." he opens his arms, pulling you in as he caresses your hair. "sleep y/n, good night." he kisses your lips for the last time, making you giggle like a child.

-

kook : hey sleepy head, wake up

y/n : i'm awake dipshit

jimina : i just know you were asleep

tae : it's fucking 4pm, she never sleeps this time

y/n : see, tae's my only best friend *insert a cringe meme*

kook : my ass, you were speaking gibberish when i called you

y/n : fuck you

jimina : wait, are you okay? you never nap in the evening

y/n : i'm fine brother's

kook : stop w the brothers, we're gonna grab dinner, u coming?

y/n : nah, deliver them pleaseeeee, thank you kookie

tae : my tits, you're coming no excuses

kook : yeah i ain't your uber

y/n : losers *inserts fuck sign meme*

You've been feeling exhausted, especially with work lately. The wedding season is here, so you're always on the go, booking appointments and checking setups. you did in fact nap in the evening and that's definitely not you. you weren't in a mood to do your makeup either, just a layer of lip gloss was enough. 

Jungkook arrives so you take the elevator to meet him at the parking lot. he's surprised to see you in a hoodie and sweatpants. he laughs when you get inside the car. "what's going on here? this isn't my y/n." "shut up, i was too lazy." 

you defend yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh Tae's gonna laugh his ass off." "i'm gonna punch him." The drive was nice, you almost fell asleep again, which Jungkook noticed, so he turned the music louder, forcing you to stay awake with the rock sound. "fucker." you screamed back at him through the loud music, making him laugh. Both of you walk inside, there Jimin and Tae were already seated, punching some popcorn chicken. 

"yo where's my sexy best friend? who tf is she?" Tae breaks out in laughter, seeing you in this oversized outfit that you never wear out in public. "you guys are the worst." you sit in front of Jimin, Jungkook sits beside you. "you never text or call now and you missed like two dinners? plus you didn't put makeup??? i see your dark circles and all the shit. the fuck is on?" 

Tae asks and you sigh. "The events are super packed, i'm exhausted from all that." Jimin nods and pats your hand. "it's just the wedding season, don't worry." you nod with a smile. The four of you indulge in a conversation regarding each other's jobs. Jimin's busy with his project while Tae has a short break. Jungkook's never complaining, he loves what he does so he's always passionate about talking about his latest shoots. 

when the meals arrive, the three of them immediately gobble down their favourite burgers while you stare at yours, poking it, playing with the fries. Jungkook notices first and knocks your shoulder with his. "you okay? you literally fought me for this burger last time." 

"yeah...i just don't have much of an appetite right now." Jungkook, Jimin and Tae pause for a moment. Tae chokes on his fries, quickly sipping up his cherry cola. Jungkook chuckles nervously as he say, "Are you secretly possessed? Blink twice if you need an exorcist." you groan and slip down your seat, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

"i'm fine, probably stressed out and tired." Jungkook gets worried for a second, you're never like this. the last time you behaved this way was when you had a severe fever, only to find out you had covid. he pats your head gently as he continues to eat his burger. you try not to whimper at how awful you feel, you don't feel like you, you've been tired and nauseous lately, you know something's up. "hey give me a sip of the cola-" 

"Jimin, you have the same shit-" "i know but i'm done with it-" Jimin and Tae keep arguing while Jungkook laughs, you're napping a bit. Jungkook's pats give you some sort of comfort until a churning feeling rises in your stomach, your throat feels tight and uncomfortable, and suddenly, all you know, you just have to puke. you jump over Jungkook and rush to the washroom, covering your mouth. The three of them look at each other in concern. 

Jungkook doesn't think for a second, he drops his burger and runs behind you. "i'll check on her." he says as he rushes to be with you. you're puking into the sink since the toilet floor was too dirty to sit on and you could not control yourself. Jungkook was glad you didn't lock the door, he's quick to enter as he stands behind you and pulls your hair into a pony. he rubs your back soothingly, hoping he could be of some help. 

"hey hey, let it all out." you cry as you throw up. you hate this feeling, the tightness in your throat while your stomach clenches itself. You wash your mouth, breathing heavily as you finally feel relieved. "Oh bubs.." Jungkook pulls you into a soft hug, before walking out without. Jimin and Taehyung had stopped eating, worrying for you since this has never happened before. " Y/n!!" They get up from their seat to hug you. " I'm fine guys.." 

 you murmur, though you don't feel good, but you don't want to ruin their dinner by worrying them more than they already are. Jungkook passes the water bottle to you and forces you to drink more than just a mouthful. "Did you have take-away yesterday?" Jimin asks, and you nod. "I'm sure it's food poisoning them." Tae says, and you all nod. You sit beside Jungkook, he caresses your hair as you lean against him. 

"Go ahead, don't worry about me," you assured them. They were hesitant at first, but after hearing your words, they continued eating. "Bubs... I can drive you home. I'm done eating." He whispers to you. Jimin and Tae were gonna drink in a bit, they refused to leave without you but you begged them to go ahead and have some fun. 

You nodded at Jungkook's words and he smiled. He packed your burger and fries. He refused to let you have them later, tomorrow. He told you that he'll prepare fresh food so you can clean your system. "Just tell me you want the damn burger, kook." "Don't do me like that now y/n, I'm not so cheap. " He makes you chuckle through the pain. 

During the drive, you fall asleep, so Jungkook stops by the supermarket and gets the ingredients to prepare you some soup. When you get to your place you immediately curl up on your couch. Jungkook sighs as he walks towards you, putting up a cushion under your head and draping the blanket over you. He lets you nap for some time until he prepares the seaweed soup for you. 

"bubs..wake up." he softly tries to wake you up from your nap. you blink a couple of times, clutching your stomach as you try to sit up. "have some of this, you'll feel better." you shake your head, not feeling hungry but he's adamant that you have something, you can't sleep in an empty stomach. so he feeds you, carefully. 

"Remember, mom would make this for us whenever we got a cold." he smiles, recalling the memories you both had of the miyeok-guk (seaweed soup). you nod and chuckle. Sitting in crossed legs, while Jungkook sits on the coffee table in front of you, feeding you like a child. you do the same to him too, whenever he falls ill. 

Jungkook cares for you a lot, the most. Everyone in your friend group is aware of that, Jungkook and you know it too. he's been your best friend since you were kid, all his life he'd been protecting you and taking care of you. it's natural that he feels this pull to do anything for you, even if that means learning how to cook for you whenever you're unable to or when you're sick. like now.

"one more, come on." he feeds you the last bit of the bowl and smiles widely. "good girl." "ew, don't call me that." you soon lie down and he tsks you. "get up, don't sleep with a full stomach yet." "but i'm tired." "let's watch something, stay up for an hr or so and then you can sleep all night, yeah?" you nod, too exhausted to argue, he puts on a movie, a movie of your liking, a romance of course. You stay awake through the whole thing, even if you don't say much. 

Maybe it's the comfort of having him around, the way he caresses your hair always makes you feel so calm. by the time the end credits roll it was time for Jungkook to leave, he leaves you a glass of water and some pills, just in case you feel worse in the middle of he night and he pulls of the heating pad, saying it could be your cramps that hurt more. 

he gives you a big hug and a kiss on your forehead before he leaves. "you'll be fine by yourself yeah?" "yeah grandma." "i'm serious, i can sta-" "no, you've got work ill be fine." he looks at you closely, you've got a little pout which...makes him feel a little something but he soon looks away. "alright then, lock the door and call me if you need anything, i'll be here in no time." you smile and shoo him away after thanking for the soup. you close the door and drag your feet back to bed.

one week.

it's been 7 days since your awful day at the restaurant and you have not recovered from whatever the hell you've been feeling. only it's worse now. you've been napping during office hours when you're supposed to be managing the events.

This has never happened in your life.

not even when you had a terrible hangover. you didn't have much to do that week, yet you could sleep for weeks long. that should've been the major sign but you kept ignoring it. the nasuea hasn't been better, you've skipped many meals throughout the week. 

including your morning coffee and coffee bun that you always have before work. somehow the aroma of the cafe put you off, it's unusual because you love the smell of that cafe, not just the coffee beans, but the sweet scents from the lemon cakes and buns are essential to you before you leave to work. the sniff of it makes you feel ready to work but now, you can't enter the cafe without the feeling of puking. you googled, 

'how long does food poisoning last' 

and somehow the symptoms don't add up to what you've been feeling. because it's been over a week and it hasn't improved, not one bit. you haven't had takeaway food. Jungkook always Ubered you his homemade food so there's no way your system isn't clean. You've been frequently using the bathroom more, you fear you've got a UTI or whatever, but you always keep forgetting to visit the doctor since you feel too tired to move. 

Jungkook's been texting you more lately and in someway, you just can't get yourself to respond, you texted him how you took a day off and he told you, he'll come by but you refused to meet him, saying you just wanted to sleep throughout the day. your period tracker shows you're late and it's frustrating because all this could also just be the period. 

you've been avoiding Jungkook and it's on you, he always checks in on you but you keep dodging his texts or...it could be you just not want to be around him. you don't know why you thought of it but...you just did. it's like a gut feeling saying something's off and it's never like you.

kook : let's hang out in your place

y/n : noo it's messy here

kook : like you ever gave a fuck

y/n : kook pls

kook : fine, come by then, no excuses. it's been long.

you groan when you see his texts. you don't wanna see him even though you really want to. it's weird, this feeling inside of you. you're trying to hide it, but you can't.

for one it's because Jungkook is gonna leave everything and run to you and second, you feel this growing...unease as you keep opening your period tracker, and the number of days it's late just keeps climbing. you wear a hoodie and sweatpants and take a ride to his place. you stop by the pharmacy to grab a...

Pregnancy kit, just in case.

of course you know that you're not gonna use it but it's just an option.

just an option.

Jungkook opens the door to greet you in a hug. "oh my god, it's been so long." "it's been just a week." he takes you in and sighs, "a week is too long for us. and.." he scans your face quickly before a frown draws in. you don't look better, you look worse. "Hey..." he begins in a soft whisper.

"are you okay? You've kinda been... avoiding me." he speaks carefully, slowly. "I just haven't really felt like doing much lately." You shrug off his hand and drop onto the couch, letting out a slow breath.

That uneasy feeling creeps in again, mostly because there's a pregnancy test sitting in your bag, and it's all you can think about. Jungkook doesn't question you any further, he lets you be. you would talk to him if something is wrong.

Sometimes you keep things to yourself but he knows if something is really bad, you'll come to him. so.. he'll wait. "i waited all week for you to watch Love Island. I promise I didn't watch any, so let's watch it together." he sits beside you, pulling a blanket over you.

he notices how quiet you are, but he doesn't say anything, he tries to be normal and keep the energy up. you're unable to focus on anything, even if your favorite show is playing. you just can't. there's Jungkook beside you, you're supposed to feel calm but you can't, your mind isn't allowing you to breathe.

you really want to take that test, just.. just once you see the negative sign, you'll be free from this wrecking mind of thoughts. "shit, i forgot about popcorn. lemme get it done real quick." he gets up the couch to grab some corn kernels. the smell of the butter makes you want to throw up, which...is fucking weird, that's NOT you.

so, you take that opportunity to test it out. you can't wait anymore, you just wanna be done with it. you grab the kit and lock yourself up inside the washroom. 

you wait.

impatiently. 

walking side to side with your hands on your hips, you bite on your fingernails as you wait for the results. just a few more seconds, you tell yourself. your phone timer goes off so you brace yourself. you know it's negative so you shouldn't be so nervous but that's the thing, you're nervous nevetheless. you wrap your arms around your chest, an attempt to calm yourself down by hugging yourself. the time ticks, your heart is thumping, your forehead filled with beads of sweat. you take one look at it and your breath catches. you gulp. you stare at it.

"w-what?" 

you probably misread it. Panic floods your chest as you grab the test box, almost ripping it open again, as if checking the instructions one more time could change it. you take the test closer, maybe it's the blur of your eyes, through all the tears filling up or the lighting or, SOMETHING. but it can't be.... that. it has to be a false positive, of course. surely it's like..expired or something. you take another. 

it comes out the same.

you feel warm, you feel cold. you don't know what you're feeling anymore. this has to be a fucking nightmare. what even is this? what now? what...what is this? you panic. "bubs? you okay in there?" Jungkook asks, as he knocks on the door, checking on you since it's been a while. "y-yeah, yea.." you reply. you feel ashamed of everything now, you feel guilty. how do you even tell this to him?

to your...poor best friend who means so much to you. should you tell him? this is his, of course it's his, you never slept with anyone. what if he... doesn't want this? will he hate you? will he...leave you forever?  

your thoughts keep storming your mind. you've frozen. sitting on the edge of the bathtub, hands fisting into your pants. you're in shock, pain and guilt. you don't know what to do anymore. how...just how...can you face him as you step out? you try your best not to cry, wiping off the tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.

this is life changing and it's not anything you want right now. your life isn't stable yet, you've got no one beside you. this can't be happening, this is insane. you can't face Jungkook,

you just can't.

you muster all the courage, throwing the kits deep inside his bin , snapping the lid shut. all you have to do is step out of the washroom and rush out the door. You don't want him to look at you and you most definitely don't want him to find out about this. so you take a deep breath and open the door.

"bubs, i think i finally got the caramel right this ti-" "Jungkook i have to go, something urgent came up, i'll see you anther day, i'm so sorry-" you blurt out the words and rush out the door, leaving Jungkook dumbfounded. "what?" was the only word he could say before youd already bolted out the door. he was confused and lost.

you've never left like this before. he didn't have time to process what you've just said. he just froze with popcorn in his mouth and the bowl in his hands, blinking in confusion. he knew something was wrong and after the way you left, it's more than just an intuition now.

he puts the bowl down, taking his time to think about what had happened. you've been avoiding him, been too quiet lately. The rings around your eyes should've said enough but he just can't seem to wrap his head around this. all he knows is, you're not okay. 

you buy another pregnancy kit on your way home, you just have to be 100% sure about this before panicking anymore. when the test comes out positive, it takes everything in you not to break apart all the items around you. you fall on the couch and bawl your eyes out. you're afraid of everything. of Jungkook, your future and your relationship with Jungkook.

it's not okay, it's not okay to carry your best friend's child, especially when it was just one night. the both of you never indulged in anything more than that night.

how could it have gone wrong? you feel guilty for leaving him hanging, it's worse now that you know you're carrying his child and he...isn't aware of it. you're hiding something from your only person. The only one who knows everything about you, today you're hiding something that could be everything to both of you together.

you wanna cry, you want to cry in someone's arms but you can't. you're all by yourself right now and it's so scary. how can you tell him? is there a way to break something like this to a best friend? you can't handle this stress, it's over powering your mind when you've already been feeling lost and exhausted.

you hug your knees, trying to control yourself from having the worst breakdown of your life. 

Jungkook on the other hand is worried. he's dead worried for you. he walks side by side, trying to figure out what could be the issue. he'd left a couple of texts but they weren't delivered. 

kook : y/n? are you okay?

kook : what was the emergency? all good?

kook : bubs? 

kook : answer me please

kook : just tell me you're okay

kook : bubs?????

he'd called you a few times, you hadn't answered a single one. do you have a serious issue? is your health alright? are you FUCKING okay? Jungkook was spiraling, he can't just sit around knowing something's wrong. He needs to know that you're okay, he needs to get at least a reply from you. He decides to give you more time, although it has been about 3 hours and he can't sit still. He gives you tonight, he spams you lesser but he still does. He just wants to make sure you're okay but you don't respond until the next day.

Y/n : I'm fine kook

Jungkook isn't satisfied with your reply but he's glad you did, even though you took 15 hours to respond. You'd left your bag so he decided to drop it off and take a look at you. That way he'll know if you're actually okay or you're just texting that for his sake. He takes out his trash before leaving and notices something that.. doesn't belong to him. 

The bin was usually filled with face masks, this time he'd emptied his moisturiser but he'd never used these two sticks... A kit? he suspects that, taking it out of the bin as he reads it. He's not quite sure what it is until he sees the front of the box. He immediately picked up the tissue papers that had two sticks inside it.

Two. Pink lines.

No. No way.

His heart dropped to his feet, the hair in his body stood up and he felt dizzy. Quickly holding the edge of the sink as support.

This- is why you ran?

You're.. pregnant?

You've spent the whole night on the couch. You could not get yourself up from there. You're messed up, you can't move. You're exhausted. You're drained out after all that crying. Your emotions and mind is all over the place. Everything is shifting. everything makes sense now, what you feel. You feel so... Far away from the world. 

The people. Your loved ones. You feel so lonely in this situation. You wish you could tell this to someone and just weep it all out. But you can't. The only person you could share this with is the person you're hiding from. Jungkook.

You're carrying a truth that's way bigger than your body. you haven't eaten all day, the last meal you had was dinner the night before. your fatigue was hitting you hard, you're drained out from all the crying. you're stuck in this strange, weird place where you don't know what to feel or do. and it's causing you more anxiety which makes your nausea worse. 

you're dreading this, you feel miserable and you look it too. You didn't even notice the dozens of missed calls and texts from Jungkook. your phone was on silent and even if you did check it, you wouldn't have the energy to respond. Every time you think about him, you want to cry all over again. His innocent face flashes in your mind, those eyes that always looked at you with so much trust. And now you feel like a betrayer. you feel awful. 

you've been feeling dizzy all day long, you can't get yourself up from the couch. You're drenched in sweat, soaked in tears, and the nausea is getting worse. You stink of it all. And even though part of you is glad to be alone...

God, you wish someone were here.

You wish he were here..

The door bell rings, you ignore it, and drowsiness finally starts to pull you under. Just as you're slipping into unconsciousness, the front door swings open. Jungkook's voice cuts through the fog. You barely see him, just a blur of his face, calling your name.

Then...

Nothing.

Jungkook drops everything else, he dashes to you. he drops to his knees, pulling you closer to him. you're soaked in sweat, he looks around the room. you hadn't turned on the air conditioner, the windows are locked, there's no ventilation. what have you been doing?!! he hugs you closer to him. Praying you wake up soon. 

"god y/n, wake up. wake up please." he's so glad that he had a spare key with him that you'd forgotten about, because if he hadn't come at the right moment, he'd surely regret not making it earlier. he looks around, worried.. then he sees another pregnancy test lying on the ground, a positive test.

you wake up to cold air hitting you. chills run down your spine as the ac exhales, the only warmth you get is on your forehead and hair. you look around, this was not where you were. you were at the living room, not your bedroom. you've not got your hoodie on, just in your tank top. you turn your head to the left side, there you find Jungkook looking down at you in concern, a hint of anger too. you close your eyes. 

why have you been seeing him all the time? ever since the positive tests, Jungkook's face keeps flashing in your mind, he's even here in your bedroom now, beside you. you hate this feeling. this guilt.

"you don't get to scare me like this." he murmurs. your eyes open slowly, realising that he's actually here. with you. his hand caresses your head, you don't look at him. he doesn't know about this yet. you can't cry and blurt it out by accident. Jungkook figures you're trying hard not to cry, he knows you well, he knows you were planning to hide this from him. it's quiet, it feels suffocating to you but you don't speak. Jungkook wants to hear you talk, he wants you to cry, because it's okay, it's fine.

"why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

you freeze while Jungkook's hand stops caressing your hair. you don't want to assume what he's talking about so you don't answer anything relating to it. "i'm fine.." you whisper, still not facing him. the answer you gave him was not what he was looking for. "you're not," he says quietly, voice flat. "you passed out, you didn't eat, you ignored me for more than 15 hours." there's a pause. "that's not fine y/n, that'.... hiding." you shut your eyes again, as if that would make him stop. but he doesn't. "i...i found it." your body tenses. "the.. tests in my trash." 

silence.

he takes his hand off you, the warmth leaves, you feel colder now. "were you ever going to tell me?" You feel like the bed is swallowing you whole. The guilt, the nausea, the ache, it all rushes back like a wave. You still can't say anything. "I'm not mad," he says, softer this time. "I just...I don't get it. Why wouldn't you come to me?" A beat passes. His voice breaks a little. he's hurt. "We're friends...best friend's before anything else. You know that, right?" 

you let your tears fall, your heart heavy now. you don't want to see his face ever again, you hate yourself. you turn completely to your right side, hiding from him. Jungkook feels terrible, he wants you to come to him. he wants you tell you that he's there. Jungkook pulls you up, he pulls you for a hug, you cry on his chest while he holds you tight. "hey..hey bubs." 

he whispers, kissing your head as he allows you to put your feelings out. he's never seen you cry this bad. You're having a breakdown, a complete. breakdown. he's glad he's here for you, you're glad that he's here too. "i'm here for you...i'm here baby." the word 'baby' makes you cry louder. 'why does he sound so kind? why is he.. Jungkook?' you think to yourself "i-i'm so sorry-y" you mutter, your voice cracking as you speak. 

"you're allowed to fall apart, that's why i'm here." he whispers, gently rocking you, instinctively calming you down. Jungkook just...knows how to be there, how to handle you and hold you. This is why you needed him but this is also why you wished you'd be alone. he makes you feel fine, when things aren't fine. Everything's complicated and messed up and he...he makes it feel okay..

when your cries calm down, you sob time to time. Breathing through your stuffed nose, he smells like home. he smells like peace. everything that you don't deserve. it's quiet now, Jungkook rubs your back as he places his chin on your head. looking straight ahead, just...processing. you can't carry this anymore, you need to tell him even though he already knows this, you need to tell him with your words. he has every right to know, from you. 

"i'm pregnant." you finally say in a whisper. Jungkook nods at it, pressing a kiss on your head. "You don't have to go through this alone. Not for a second." he murmurs. "I care about you, Y/N. That night wasn't nothing to me." This sends chills down your spine. you look up to see him and he's already gazing at you. "i'm not going....anywhere." he whispers. 

"We'll figure this out, okay? Together....."

-

Jungkook stays the night, just in case.. and you're glad he did, because you broke down again in the washroom and he was beside you, rubbing your back while you threw up into the toilet. a mix of everything, nausea , guilt, fear and pain. he prepares some tea for you, forcing you to drink it even though you weren't in a mood to have anything. '

"come on bubs, at least you'll puke the tea. you've been throwing up gas all this time." he jokes, making you faintly laugh. he really knows how to handle you. you had no appetite, yet he fed you some homemade clear vegetable soup. "i'm booking an appointment to the Doctors. lets.. do this." he's showing you that he is here and will be there for you. 

That sums up who Jungkook is.

It had been roughly a week since you both had found out about your pregnancy. you're now at the waiting room for your first pregnancy check-up. it's much quieter in this room rather than the hallway, there's soft music been played and...pregnant women seated around you. they were very much pregnant than you are, you could tell they're halfway done, whilst you...it's just begun. some cradle their bumps, some look exhausted and some seem excited...like they're waiting to meet their baby. you're alone right now, holding your phone tight, checking for any new notifications from a specific someone... 

"Hey.." Jungkook slips inside, looking around, giving a small, polite smile to the few who glance his way. He drops into the seat beside you with a sigh. "i'm sorry, i'm- not late, am i?" "nope, you're just in time." he nods, taking in the atmosphere and how...scary this feels. he sees you clenching your hoodie, in nervousness. so he reaches out to hold your hand, you do. and you feel comfort almost instantly. "uh...so um- what now?"

 he asks awkwardly. "we.. wait" you say the obvious, making him chuckle. he keeps glancing up everytime he hears footsteps. there's nothing to talk or ask you since he'd been with you last night. he's pretending to be calm when he's clearly not but he can't show it, you're already anxious, it's only gonna make it worse. when they call your name, Jungkook is already halfway out of his seat. he doesn't know what he's supposed to do, should he walk in with you? or stay out? "do...i come in with you? or do i wait?" he asks you softly. 

"do you...wanna see?" you ask and he nods. walking with you inside the room. you're greeted by the doctor who asks you to follow her inside. you're instructed to sit on the reclining bed and pull your hoodie up so your lower stomach is exposed. Jungkook is...standing beside you, unsure where to look. he's stiff, he looks everywhere but you, he's nervous, he has no idea what he should do. 

this..whole thing should come with an instructions sheet, pregnancy should come with a manual book, because neither of you two is aware of what you're supposed to do. the doc squeezes some cold gel on you, gliding it around. Jungkook frowns at what she's doing. she moves around your stomach with the equipment, finding the baby on the screen. you look at it, the black and white screen that...shows nothing that you understand. 

you swallow lumps of anxiousness, your hand reaches out to hold Jungkook's, and he grips your hand tightly. leaning closer to you. the small monitor shows a flicker of something, it doesn't look like anything but the sound...the sound of something like a tiny drumroll stops your heartbeat for a second. Jungkook's grip on your hand tightens as his brows knit while he looks at the screen. "yes, that's the sound of the heartbeat." 

the doctor says, making Jungkook and you sigh. you rest your head back and close your eyes. somehow...the sound of it, though it isn't very clear, its soothing to hear, you could listen to this forever. even if it makes you fear everything for a while. 'there's no going back now..is it?' you think to yourself. the doctor hands you a few prescribed pills, mostly vitamins. 

Jungkook is quick to ask her, "dr, her nausea hasn't settled down yet, is there anything she could do or have?" "of course, you can have this for the nausea and start drinking the rest of the pills daily." you glance at the slip and look at her. "if the nausea keeps up, let me know. we'll do something mild or some ginger tea or crackers would do, mostly rest, I'll say." Jungkook nods and mentally keeps it in mind to grab you some ginger tea sachets. 

you both settle in his car, it's quiet, something has shifted between you both after the scan and it's all around the air. he looks at you, while you've zoned out. "hey.." he calls you. Jungkook takes his time..finding his words before he speaks. "i've been thinking about this for sometime now." you look at him. "you don't...have to keep doing this, you know.." he murmurs, your brows knit and he soon speaks up again. 

"i'm not saying this as if, i don't want this. whatever you choose, i'm always. i mean...always with you. i support every decision but.." he holds your hand, gazing at you with softness. "i also want the best for you and i'm not sure how this is gonna work out, i know i said we can make this work out and yes i will, if you choose to keep this. but...do you want this? doesn't this change the idea of what you want?" he asks softly, not wanting to rub things off but he wants you to make a clear, responsible decision since this is a matter of lives. 

not one but three. you take a deep breath and look at Jungkook's hand, his thumb caresses your fingers. calming you. "i..i'm just worried about you-" "you don't have to, you don't have to worry about me. y/n-" he turns to fall you properly. "look at me." he murmurs. "we are in this together, we did this together and if we keep this, we do this together, i don't want you worrying about anything else other than yourself. so tell me...do you want to keep it? are you ready for...this change?" you gaze into his eyes, feeling bad for the man in front of you. 

"kook...do you want this?" Jungkook stills for a moment, he...kept asking you the same question but when you asked him, he felt a sting in his heart. not knowing what to answer. "see...difficult right?" you say and he sighs. "Jungkook this is also about you. if you decide to stay- you're gonna be a huge part of this because-" you don't know how to complete it without feeling...weird. so he does it. 

"because i'm the father." that sentence was foreign. it didn't feel wrong or uncomfortable though, it just felt... new. not exactly the best feeling but it wasn't bad either. just...new. you nod softly, looking down. "can we talk about this later?" he chuckles when you say that. "bubs this isn't just anything, the baby is growing inside you every second." you sigh. 

he's right. but somehow this feeling is getting stronger inside you, the...feeling of wanting this despite all the challenges. "i want to keep this.." you whisper. "i- i just don't know how and what to do about it but i don't think...i want to let this go." you say and that was all for Jungkook to know. he takes his time..then he nods. 

"then i want this to. wherever this goes, we will see to it. together." 

-

kook ; do you think we should tell the group about this?

y/n : i don't know, should we?

kook : we probably should, i mean they've been asking why you missed the many dinners

fuck...it's been about a month and you've missed at least 3 dinners with your group. Jungkook was a part of it yet he could never focus of the conversation without thinking and worrying about you. they've been

giving them excuses about work. truth is, you've been going to work every day, but you leave much earlier than you usually do so you definitely can attend the dinners. you informed your boss about it and she was very understanding, didn't complain, only asked you to rest. you're not ready to tell anyone about your pregnancy yet, it's gonna be chaos with all the "whose is it?" "when did you fuck?" "oh my god, what the actual hell?" yeah no..you can't handle all that yet. you need some time. 

Jungkook has been coming by whenever he's free, he's been packed up with work so sometimes he can't meet you and he feels terrible since he knows you're nauseated and hasn't settled yet which means you don't eat well. he shows up for grocery shopping and just whenever he's free to hangout, he tries to make more effort to be around. Especially after the day at the clinic, something may have altered his mind, he's always looking out for you.

now. it's...serious. you opened up the door thinking it was Jungkook but...turns out Jimin and Taehyung have had enough, they straight up came home. "well hello ma'am, tf were you doing the past 2 months?" they barge inside. glad you're in a hoodie and shorts and not a tank top. "guys you could've called-" "yeah just for you to ignore our 67 calls." Taehyung says, you sigh, rolling your eyes at them as you sit on the couch beside Jimin. 

"you've been MIA. not one meme, not one fucking text at all." "yeah and no sexy slutty outfits!! i'm missing all that shit-" Tae blurts, making you roll your eyes. "you're either depressed or you're hiding something." "wait..are you dying? blink twice if you are-" "guys i'm not ...dying. i'm just tired." you sigh nervously, hugging a cushion to cover up. you're not showing exactly, you look bloated yet...you feel conscious and afraid. "Tired? Of what? You barely come to hang out, you leave work early, and Jungkook's been acting like your damn chauffeur-slash-bodyguard-slash husband!!!" you gulp at the last word. Jimin squints, coming closer to your face. 

"are you...okay? is something wrong..like- health wise?" he asks carefully, scanning your face to see any change. "uh..." you hesitate. "sort of-?" "Okay now I'm scared. What is it? Just tell us. We're your friends. You're kinda worrying us." he straightens up soon, the both of them looking at you closely. "i'm...pregnant." you whisper under your breath. you're too tired to lie anymore, you'll eventually be showing more than there's not gonna be anyway to hide, what's the worst that could happen except them going..fucking insane? 

"WHAT THE ACTAULLY MOTHER-FATHER FUCK???" Taehyung screams, his eyes bulging out of his head. "PREGNANT?" Jimin asks more...humanly yet dumbfounded. "WHOSE, WHEN- HOW- wait i know how BUT HOWW?!!!!" Taehyung continues to get crazier as the seconds pass. his hands thrown back, his head, he walks side to side trying to grasp what you've just said. you're...awkward yet relieved. keeping this inside of you was a fucking mess. 

you feel a certain part of your burden fall off. "wait, does Jungkook know? does the dad know?" now you...can't meet their eyes. because..this is what makes it complicated and ...just uncomfortable. "yeah... he knows." Jimin is suspicious, he didn't take his eyes off you when you told them about this, he's...studying you and the more he watches you the more he knows something is fishy. 

"what did Jungkook say? i'm sure he freaked out, he'd been glued to you lately, don't tell me he-" "WAIT, DONT FUCKING TELL ME IT'S...JEON??" Tae..interrupts. you groan, covering your face and just wishing you could hide under a rock. the both of them...froze. you just confirmed it through your actions. "yeah...it's...it's kook-"

silence.

Taehyung probably lets out a sound like a dying whale. Jimin stares at the wall like he's seeing his life flash before his eyes. before they both screamed.

"HOLY FUCK?" "You... slept with Jungkook?" you know you did it but when they say it like that...it's fucked up. "One time, just once... It was... an accident." Taehyung still can't digest this. "HOW IS THAT EVEN... YOU TWO DON'T EVEN... YOU'RE LIKE... LIKE CATS AND DOGS. BEST FRIENDS. NOT... SEX FRIENDS." he gapes. "yeah well...surprise i guess?" Jimin sighs, he calms down and gives you a hug. "Congratulations. You win. You've officially given me a heart attack. But I still love you."

"Me too. I'm just... gonna need a minute." Tae says, walking up to the fridge to grab some cold water. "can we all...sit in silence for a minute?" you ask and they nod. Tae comes to sit beside you, you're sandwiched between the two of them. they've finally calmed down as they hug you from both sides and...you feel consoled, you feel fine. This wasn't that bad, after all. this whole confession. not until, Jungkook walks in without a knock, just using his spare key. "i'm here bubs-" "YOU!" Jungkook frowns, seeing Jimin and Tae mad. "me-?" 

"YOU GOT HER PREGNANT, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" the both of them get on their feet to attack Jungkook and it's honestly funny. you finally...laugh after a long time. "i didn't get her pregnant!!! leave me!!! it's her fault too!!!!" "no! it's never her fault! bitch you should've known!!!" Tae screams, almost punching Jungkook's chest. "yeah! now you're the fucking baby daddy!" Jimin laughs. the three of them stop when they see you laughing hard. 

Jungkook's eyes soften as he watches you. how he missed that laugh. "guys.. oh my god..leave him alone. poor Kook has been going through a lot with me already." they smile, walking up to you. you stop laughing and look at them. smiling in silence. Jimin and Taehyung sit beside you while Jungkook kneels down near you. you four have a group hug, Jungkook hugs you from the front while you're sandwiched with the other two too. Jungkook sighs, his face...close to yours. he places a kiss on your forehead and whispers, "god i missed the sound of your laugh." 

his hand leaves Jimin's neck, placing it on your stomach, giving it a soft rub before he puts it back on Jimin. Jungkook thought he'd done it secretly but Jimin and Tae noticed it, they...were surprised but..maybe not so surprised either. "guess we are all having a baby now, huh?" Jimin says, making you all chuckle. "can we...celebrate- wait how many months in are you-?" "two." "YOU HID THIS FOR TWO WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS?!!" Tae screams, "guys...we weren't sure plus....we were scared okay. " "fair enough." Jimin murmurs. 

"anyway, this calls for a celebration. lemme pull out the win-" "hello? my bubs is pregnant?" this makes your heart..flutter a bit. "huh, your bubs???" "yeah...my bubs!" Jungkook says, winking at you as you giggle. "alright, alright, imma get some strawberry milk then." "nope! We're getting raspberry milk." Jungkook says, confusing the others. "um...why?" "because baby is the size of a raspberry!!!"

-

The group has been going wild now, the news obviously reached Mina and Hoseok and...it's been fine, they're all very supportive. Mina immediately reached out to you, explained how everything works and what you should and should not do. 

Jungkook's been handling this well, or at least that's wat he shows you. he wants to be the chill one because, clearly, you're the anxious one between the two. you never pass a day without feeling guilty of all this which Jungkook always clarifies that it's his mistake too so you should never take the blame for this. he's lowkey scared too, who wouldn't be but he's trying to be calm during situations where you breakdown. 

if he doesn't handle it, who would? he also spends much more time with you than he did before and he's glad that he's able to be flexible with his job, because right now you're feeling fatigue at 5pm while watching the tv show and you soon lie down in exhaustion. "it's the 3rd time of the day, i'm so tired of this." you murmur. Jungkook brings your feet to his lap, rubbing them gently. "close your eyes, relax. i've got you. just breathe, okay?" 

he mumbles. attempting to soothe you. you groan at the feeling, hoping your stomach settles. "i'm gonna throw up." he quickly turns off the tv and brings one of the cut lime pieces from the fridge, handing them to you so you can suck on it. "better?" you nod. sighing over how...tired all this feels. "i feel like a grandma. i'm so fuckin weak. " "hey..." he caresses your knees and look at you. "you're not weak, you're growing a whole human, that's literally magic." 

you roll your eyes and lie your head on the couch. "the quieter the place is, the more i feel to throw up-" "okay, look at me. please please please don't prove i'm right!!!" he dances. "And please, pleasе, please, don′t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice!!! Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another, I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, ah." he sings out loud, making you laugh. 

"Please, please, please, don't throw up for the one hundredth timeeee." you giggle at the silly moves he does while he sings like a broken record. "what are you doing?!!" you ask in between a giggle. "making the room, not so- quiet!!! sing with me, Well, I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside.." he continues to sing, making you forget that you wanted to throw up, after all...

4 months,

kook : today marks!

y/n : today marks?

jimina : i'm here i'm here tell us

tae : KOOK STOP CREATING SUSPENSE

kook : baby is the size of a........ *drumroll*

y/n : ....go on

tae : this duck is testing us

jimina : you mean dick

tae : yeah yeah

kook : PEACH!!!!!

kook : this calls for some peach boba! i'm on my wayyyyy

Jungkook has been doing his research on pregnancy and he keeps finding interesting facts about it, like telling you what size the baby is through fruits. it makes you laugh, especially how Jungkook texts it but still tells it to you like 10 times throughout the day. you're now heading to your 3rd month and finally the nausea is getting better, you had an appointment today for a development scan and everything was normal, Thank God. 

Jungkook takes you out for a drive to grab peach tea boba, he does not stop talking about what he's found out, "so now the baby's fingers are all formed, even the toes and do you know that the facial features are also so much clearer??" "i...i did not know." "what have you been doing y/n???! lemme explain." he's so...into this. maybe he's just doing this for the sake of it and when you think about that, it makes you feel a sting in your heart but then...you look at his face and how enthusiastic he looks, the way his hands move as he speaks. 

maybe he's not doing this because he has to, maybe he actually likes this and...wants this? you break down a few times but you're accepting now, you're excited too and it's all because of Jungkook and his support. but is he really into this? "hey bubs?" he whispers when he notices you've zoned out. "is the boba not good?" "oh no no, it's perfect!" he smiles and sips his own. "if you've...got anything in your mind. you'll tell me, right?" he asks. 

you hesitate a bit then nod fast. "of course i will. " he looks at you closely, his palm rests on your thigh. making you skip a beat. "you must, okay?" "i will dad." you both crack up at that and he continues talking about 3 month babies and what's happening inside. "i wonder when you'll feel the kicking." he says. "mmm me too-" "you better make me feel it!!" "or?" "or ...no cravings satisfied." you think for some time. quiet. which makes him frown. 

"what's on your mind?" you look at him and sigh. "should we find the gender? since like...we can?" Jungkook smiles and nods. "we can, if you'd like that. honestly i would just like to be surprised." he leans back and thinks about it. "do you....want a boy or girl-" he scoffs and shakes his head. "i don't mind any, il love him or her equally, i just want you to deliver a healthy baby." he places his hand on your bump and caresses it. "shall we find out when i deliver then?" "yeah..yeah I'd like that."

5 months,

kook : todayyyyy marks....

y/n : today marksss???

tae : oh my godddddd, fucking tell meeee

kook : baby is the size offff.....**drumroll

tae : this bitch is takin agessssss

jimina : KOOK TELL US

y/n : tell me tell me

kook : MANGO!!!!!

tae : AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

jimina : omgggggggggggggg so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeee

tae : wait what's the gender anyway?

jimina : omg yeahhhh you never told us

kook : y/n and i decided to find out when she gives birth

y/n : yeahh

tae : how will we buy outfits then

y/n : tae, it doesn't have to be pink or blue, colors are colors

now..you're looking completely pregnant with that round tummy. Jungkook's been much more involved than he was, he spends half of his time with you. he's much closer to you now, if... that's even possible considering how he's always been so close to you. the stretch marks are appearing and so is your funny appetite. now you eat like you've never seen food before. 

it makes Jungkook happy, he's more than joyful to make food for you, especially after seeing you have the worst time back then, you dropped so much weight when you found out about your pregnancy. Jungkook massages your swollen feet with cream, as he speaks about work. you've been working from home, it's easier than travelling everyday. with your crazy appetite , Jungkook feels sad to leave you some days, he wishes he could just...be with you so when you have a late-night craving, you don't have to be sad about it and cry over the phone..

"but i really want it, kook...." he's helpless since its 3aam and...he's not around, plus the shops are closed too. so he consoles you with, "tomorrow, first thing in the morning, i'm gonna bring you pickles and ice cream only from Mcdonald's, like you want." and he does. but...you're not satisfied since the craving wasn't there. Jungkook mentally thinks, he should move in with you but ...that would mean being around you...all the time. which, isn't the best idea sometimes. "oh my goodness, i'm starving. " 

"wait..where's the radish?" you ask quietly, as Jungkook almost puts the dumplings in his mouth. "um...what radish-" "KOOK, I TOLD YOU I WANTED PICKLED RADISH!!" you cry, making him panic. "baby i- i'm sorry i forgot-" "i want it..so so bad." you sniff, your sweat shirt sleeves cover your eyes as you leans again the couch, crying about..radish. 

Jungkook feels his heart break, he didn't mean to..forget. "bubs, give me just.. 10 mins-" "but i feel bad for you- you- haven't eaten all day-" you cry, feeling terrible that he has to leave his meal for your petty craving. "hey hey, you come first okay, just give me 10 mins. i love you." he soon gets on his feet and drives..fucking fast to the nearest shop to grab pickled radish.

taekout will take a long time, plus radish is...radish. it's just a few korean won or sometimes even free. he PANICS, rushing much faster than Shazam or whoever. "i'm here, i'm here." you look up at him wih red eyes. "that- was fast." "i told you i won't take long, here bub, have all you want." he settles the bag and you rip it, gobbling the radish with Nutella- 

"mmmmmmmmm" you moan and throw your head back. Jungkook gasps for air as he'd spent the last 5 mins in a rush yet he giggles. he just...loves seeing you happy and giddy. you do your happy dance, that pregnant belly out, your face is starting to look more round, fuller and he can't help but think you're the cutest woman ever. "happy?" "oh kook, i could kiss you right. this. minute." "go on, permission granted." You laugh, light and giddy, while he grins and digs into his dumplings. It's wild, he'd been starving all day, but just watching you eat made him feel full.

what sort of sorcery is this?

"oh- 0H!" you gasp, breathing heavily, making him frown in concern. "hey what's wro-" "come here." he gets closer to you, right beside you, worried. "hey bubs-" you take his hand and place it on your belly. he looks down and stares, concern written all over his face. "do.. you feel that?" you ask and- he feels a kick. his eyes bulge out and he thinks he might die. 

"fuck!!" he places both his hands and wait, for one more and it happened. he giggles and laughs and feels his heart about to explode. "oh my god- baby!!!!" he murmurs and you chuckle. "i've been feeling some movement, didn't tell you so i could surprise y-" "i wish i could kiss you right fucking now!" he says, his eyes still on your bump caressing it, so lovingly. you gaze at him, taking in how close he is to you. you whisper, "you can." 

he glances at you, scanning your face, how close he is to you. he doesn't hesitate, he presses his lips on you and your hands throw around his neck, pulling him down. "god i missed this." he whispers against your lips as you grin. "missed me?" he pulls away, his palm cups your cheek, he nods. "miss all about you."

6 months,

"baby is doing well, i'm glad." you hear the heart beat and sigh in relief. Jungkook stands beside you, holding your palm. a wide smile on his face as he looks at the screen and observes the movements. "look at how beautiful out little one is." he says and you nod. "we...are going baby shopping-" he whsipers to your ears while the dr wipes of the gel from your tummy. "but you're not gonna buy more of what we have-" "fine fine, i won't!"

"we need to get these- FUCKING TEENY WEENY SOCKS!" Jungkook screams. he holds a pair of bow printed socks and almost faints. it's smaller than his palm and he...feels his heat rate slow down. he can't hold on anymore, he's gonna pass the fuck ou- "we already have a billion socks Kook, you got like 30 pairs last week, Jimin too and Tae got like a bunch of shoes. baby's gonna grow up way before she or he could like wear 3 of them. " you say, practically. 

"you need to shut the fuck up y/n, because i'm getting it." stubborn. "we don't have all the space in my apartment, Kook. think straight." "oh i am, we are moving so just...stop and let me buy these 100 pairs for my baby." "it's bows though- we don't know the gen- we are moving where????" he just dropped a bomb out of no where. "yeah we are, you're moving with me, we're getting a house." "kook i'm not your wife-" "then be mine." 

pause. 

"because you have no say, sweetheart." he presses a kiss on your cheek and smirks. "ewww no way! i'm not gonna be your wife" "says the one who's carrying my child." "it's my child." "no it's mine." "you- no kicks today!" you smirked and walked past the socks section because you don't need anymore. he gapes at you, then he frowns. "you're so fucking mean! you can't deprive me of my rights. " "bo ho, cry about it!"

Jungkook and you come back home, groaning about how tired your feet are. he places all the baby items in the spare room you had, it's a mess there, with all the baby belongings piling up. he runs you a quick bath and prep your vitamins and bed so you can slip right into the sheets and sleep. "your turn to shower. " "oh no, i'll get going-" you pout and drop your head down.

"oh..." his heart.. clenches at how fucking adorable you look, dressed up in a really huge sweatshirt that shows your little belly so nicely and shorts, your hair down and your face glowing from all the skincare. "do you...not what me to go?" you look up at him and blink a few times, slowly nodding. he hides his smile and shakes his head. "but i thought you didn't want to move in with me." you frown. "how does this concern with moving? plus..that was a joke wasn't it" 

he scoffs and gets closer to you, he picks on the threads from your sweat shirt as he smiles. "this...all this is about moving. you wanting me to spend the night is pretty much how it will be when you move in and no bubs, i ...was not joking." your heart stopped for a moment. "but think about it, of course. take your time. i'll..shower and be back." he bops your nose and heads to the shower, freezing you in spot. moving with Jungkook? being with Jungkook all the time... sounds tempting, sounds..so homely. but that definitely means a lot more, deeper, right? 

"baby...stop moving around, don't be too excited!" you mumble to yourself. you come out of the shower, the bed is empty, meaning that Jungkook is out sleeping on the couch..again. you slowly walk to the living room, to find him and he's seated there, zoned out. he sees you from the corner of his eyes and smiles. "hey bubs, anything you want?" you shake your head and stand in front of him. he looks up at you and smiles. those dimples... "bubs?" "why are you out here?" you ask softly, with a pout. swaying side to side as his hand wraps around your palm. 

his expressions twists. "i was gonna sleep, did you want to watch so-" "sleep with me." Jungkook's eyes soften when you say that, he just wants to cuddle you till you scream for help. "i...have trouble sleeping sometimes and-" "you don't have to explain, i'll hop on the bed in a minute okay?" he mumbles and you nod. he places a chaste kiss on your palm and motions you to get going. you smile and waddle your way to your room. 

Jungkook mentally wishes he could stab himself with the knife in front of him on the coffee table with the apples. you can not be so adorable. he would give you all his sleep even if that would mean he would have sleepless nights for his entire life. what are you doing to him? this is not how he's supposed to feel. Jungkook gets to your room after he'd drunk a glass of water, he sees you already in bed, looking up the ceiling. when he enters you smile and move so he can jump right in. he locks the door and gets under your cover. 

you face him, he does too. giggles fill the quiet room. he whispers, "good night bubs." "good night kook." you creep into his chest, feeling instant relief in his warmth. You fight to stay awake, just to feel a little more of his touch, but his fingers in your hair say, rest, and so you do.

7 months,

"baby is the size of a pumpkin today." Jungkook whines cutely as he enters your apartment and throws his jacket and camera bag on the couch. he'd come straight over to yours like he always does now. he basically lives here, it's not every other day now, he comes over, every single day. and spends the weekend overnight. 

"no way, that's such a coincidence, i just made pumpkin soup tonight!" you squeak from the kitchen. he walks over to you, giving you a quick back hug. "i've missed you so much, turn around, show me my little muffin." you turn and Jungkook places his hands on either side of your belly, looking at it with affection. "hi muffin, dada's back home!!!" 

"your muffin has been quiet today." he frowns, pauses for a while and glances at you. "is that something we should be concerned abo-" "oh no no it's totally normal, Mina told me." Jungkook sighs in relief and places a kiss on your bump. "pumpkin's fine, must be having a gloomy day or maybe just sleepy." he takes a spoonful of the soup for a taste test. 

"probabl- woppp!!! baby's awake!!" you laugh, Jungkook almost chokes on the hot soup. he runs to you, placing his palms on your bump. his eyes sparkle as he feels the kicks and movements, much stronger and frequent than it used to be. "seems like muffin's got their favourite already." "oh whatever." you roll your eyes. "let's have dinner," The two of you curl up on the couch, each with a bowl of soup in hand. It's getting tougher to stay in one position for too long, so the couch is the comfiest spot to get cozy. 

Jungkook gets some warm bread and butter to dip in, you ask him for the pickle jar and he brings that too. you both laugh and enjoy dinner beside each other, while watching a movie. Jungkook glances at you from time to time and smiles, he helps you with the bread, feeds you the pickles and rests on your lap, his head close to your bump, placing frequent kisses..he thinks this is...so nice. This is the nicest part of his life in a long time.

8 months,

"i can't see my feet!!!!" you scream. Jimin rushes to you, thinking you're in need of help. "what- what-" "i can; t see my feet, Jiminie!!!" he....bursts out in laughter. holding his stomach, as he places to the floor. "what?!!" you place your hands on your waist and frown. "oh my god- help me-" Jungkook comes in with a concerned expression on his face. 

"what's the matter-" "look at how fucking adorable your girlfriend is, Kook!" Jungkook glances at you and pouts. you're whining about..not being able to see your little feet. his heart falls to his feet, he wants to carry you in his arms and peck kisses all around your face. you can not be this cute, it's tearing him to pieces. he tries so hard not to show a reaction but ... he can't. he closes his eyes, covers his face and mumbles awwww under his breath. "you guys are so fucking annoying, i wanted help and you're laughing!!" 

Jungkook walks to you, cups your face and pecks your lips. again. you smile. and again. and again until you're a giggling mess. and Jimin is faking a throw up. "i did not pay to see my best friends kiss!" "then get out of here." Jungkook mutters as he kisses you again. "hey..." you whisper. butterflies flying all around your stomach. "i'm sorry you were just..so cute-" he chuckles, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. you hide and smile and look down. 

"you really can't see your feet-" "nooo i can't!!!" you whine and he laughs. "fuck since when were you this cute, huh?" "uh since like forever?" he bops your nose and locks his forehead with yours, staying like that for sometime. "i've been thinking...."you begin. "i...would like to move in with you, if that's still in plan?" you ask and he freezes. he parts from you and scans your face. you've got nothing but certainty and glitter. "you sure- because that would mean...you know-"

you raise your eyebrows, asking him to continue. "that would mean, were like..a couple-" "kook, you've practically been living with me the past few months. " he thinks about it and sighs. you..frown when a thought crosses your mind. "hey...if you want to be with someone or..date someone else please do. i'll never stop you from anything, we could be just roommates and..you can live your life kook, this whole thing was a mess but i can handle it. Besides, i think you should get back to the way you were before. please party and have fun, don't let this stop you from getting someo-" 

he presses his lips on yours, the kiss being slow and deep. you really don't know how this kissing business began when it was all supposed to be a one time thing. because Jungkook finds every little opportunity to kiss you adn- it feels good it feels amazing and nice but..what's happening? "k-kook-" you pull away and look into his eyes. they're dark and..needy. "what's all this about?" you ask. his eyebrows knit. "what do you mean?" 

"Since when have we been kissing like this?" he breathes, pulling back slightly, eyes searching yours. You blink, heart thudding. "What do you mean?" He steps away completely this time, running a hand through his hair. "I can't believe this," he mutters under his breath. Confused, you take a hesitant step forward. "Believe what?" He looks at you, exasperated, soft, almost desperate. "How blind you are." you flinch. "Can you explain what's going on...please.." He exhales, like he's been holding it in for too long.

"Y/N," he says quietly, "I like you. I've liked you. Was that... not obvious?" he confesses. you freeze at his confession, shivers run through your body. "What?" you mouth, stunned, and he steps in closer. "Why would I want anyone else," he says, voice firm, "when all I want is you?" You shake your head, voice cracking. "No- no. You're only saying this because I'm pregnant with your-"

"Bullshit, Y/N," he snaps, but his tone is thick with emotion. "Nothing.. nothing in this world could force me. Not even this pregnancy." He exhales, softer now. "I won't deny it... this pregnancy is what made me confront it. But it's not the reason."

He gently cups your face, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. "I fell for you. Not because of the baby, not because of anything else...just you. The only reason I like you, love you... is you. And it'll always be you." you cry at his words. your pregnancy emotions are making this much harder. you sob when he pulls you into a hug. you feel so complete. you like him too but...you just didn't know it was possible. you're so glad he said it. 

because it's easier for you to say it. "i...i like you too- kook-" he chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. "oh my god such a beautiful confession-" Jimin enters the room, clapping his hands and fake sniffing. "my heart- ouch- it's...so heavy after this-" "shut the hell up Jimin, get out of here!" you both scream at the same time. "guys guys...i'm so happy for you both!" 

you tease each other and of course, Jungkook kisses your lips. "come on now, let me tie your shoe lace." he gets on his knees and ties it just right. "perfect." "is it? cause i don't see anything!" you say, making Jimin and Jungkook laugh. "it's all done, princess. shall we leave?"

you nod and walk beside them. "i want mint ice cream with ummm a drizzle of pickle juice and cut up pickles!!!" your eyes sparkle at your craving. "stop-i think i'm gonna throw the fuck up-" "ah i'm used to her cravings, come on baby let's satisfy muffin's craving!"

9 months,

"nooooooo!!! taeeee stop, it's not right!!!" you cry. taehyung fake hits his head on the wall whe you whine for the 189th time of the hour. "what do you want me to do y/n? I'm not fucking NASA, I can't calculate crib alignment with the moon!" he groans and falls to the ground, dramatically. "you're of no use, i hate you!!!!" you yell. "what's the chaos about?" 

"oh my god, thank fuck thank fuck! Kook pleaseeee, please save me from your crazy pregnant girlfriend, she's fucking eating my last brain cell. please help me" "you ass-" you throw a baby shoe at his face which he dodges quick. "what's the matter?" he turns to you, asking you gently. "the crib isn't centered." you pout. his eyes soften as he nods. "i'll help you, yeah?" 

you nod like a child. and his heart clenches. "yeah yeah why bother calling me when Prince Charming always saves the day-" "shut up Tae." Jungkook takes his time, he places the crib, moves behind, checks if it's in the center, if he thinks no, he'll move it again. all this takes nearly and hour but he does it. "bubs, come here!" he calls for you. you take one look at the crib and jump, clapping your hands. "it's so perfect!!!!" "yeah?" "oh my god, thank you Kook!!!!" you hug him and he melts in your touch. "y'all tf i placed it the exact way- y'all are so fuckin dramatic and FAKE!

you moved in with Jungkook after almost a month, you're just a few days till delivery and everything's been stressful. You're not allowed to walk around, Jungkook has strictly warned you to stay in bed or on the couch, he'd kept Jimin as your security guard. Sometimes you would beg Jimin to allow you to walk out the garden that you have now in the new house and poor him, he feels so bad, his eyes say so much but he denies softly. unlike Tae, who just straight up blackmail you, "i'm gonna tell kook and you're gonna be busted!"

The process of moving in has been much easier with the boys around, even Hoseok. the nursery was set up, you helped fold the clothes while Jimin and Tae put up the shelves, toys and books. Jungkook did all the setup of the room you both will be sharing now. he hung up all the clothing, his and yours. since the house was already furnished, there wasn't much work. it's a cozy three bedroom house, elegant, white and beautiful. sufficed just what you both wanted. 

of course, Jungkook did the painting for the nursery and- didn't even tell you about it. he'd been doing it since the first day he spoke about moving in. like he planned all of this up and..it happened. it's crazy to him too. he never really thought he would actually confess or..fall in love with you but it just happened. how can it not when you're an amazing woman, he's been attracted to since forever he just never noticed it since he loved you platonically. you left your job eventually, you enjoyed passing your days with different hobbies. 

you liked being at home, doing whatever you thought at the moment, without having to follow the working hours. you felt so free and...you lived in the moment. Jungkook loved the idea of working for both of you now, he wants to work more. he wants to build the life you want. he's enjoying it,so are you. every night, Jungkook would whisper to your bump, he'll place his head gently on it and say 

"i'm so excited to meet you muffin! mama and dada is waiting for you! i can't wait to find out of you'll be my baby boy or girl. I love you, i love you so much and your mama too, even though your mama ...can be very annoying and - " "stop kook!!" you both still banter around, it keeps your relationship alive. These playful fights, you never miss being friends because it's always there. the fun and the fighting.

you officially moved a few days later and had not completely settled in yet, there was still stuff to do like setting up the kitchen and living room, but the main rooms were all done and dusted. Jungkook was very cautious around you, he helped you shower and get into bed, fed you the vitamins and packed the hospital bags for the baby and you. you were...a day later than delivery and it made you worry, you felt your tummy being low,

which was a sign for delivery but...a day later was stressing you out. Jungkook attempts to calm you down even if he was jittery and nervous. he had to be the patient one here. he consoled you time to time, being around you every second just in case you felt anything. he stepped out to collect the dinner by takeout and- he hears you scream his name. Jungkook drops the package and runs to you.

The bed is soaked with a large wet patch, and you're clutching your belly, crying out in pain. "Oh-oh my god," Jungkook breathes, panic in his voice as he scrambles to call the boys for help. Without wasting a second, he rushes you to the hospital, speeding through the streets. Your screams fill the car, high-pitched and desperate. it triggers him. His eyes almost well up with tears.

"Bubs, I'm almost there. You're gonna be okay," he repeats like a prayer, trying to keep it together.

Everything unfolds in under an hour.

You're wheeled in on a stretcher, your clothes quickly cut away, and before you even have time to fully process it, you're delivering the baby. The doctor looks relieved, even pleased. Your water had already broken, and the time it took to get you there allowed labor to progress. By the time you were in the delivery room, the baby's head had already crowned.

It's fast, almost too fast....and within moments, your little one enters the world. the room quietened down from your echoing screams...For a second, it's too quiet.

No one says anything. Jungkook's breath catches, your heart's in your throat...

Then suddenly, the baby cries.

Loud and real. You both exhale at once. Jungkook lets out this broken laugh, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"She's here," the doctor whispers, placing the baby girl on your chest. Jungkook gets closers, like he can't believe it. he takes one look at the little rose bud and almost passes out. "she's so perfect. she's so-" his voice cracked up. "i love you both so much. i love you both so so much!"

~

Jungkook had unknowingly given you the life you've always wanted, the one he promised, although it might've begun as a mistake, everything was god's plan. There couldn’t have been anyone better than him. Jungkook is welcomed home by his wife and a baby daughter, Ara.

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ahhh i finally wrote a one-shot!! i never thought i could write something for 20k words but yay i finally did it! hope you enjoyed reading, there's a series of one-shots, in my head. much more to come! would love to know what you think of this fic!!! and what tropes should i do next? ( new masterlist will be uploaded soon )

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[gimbapchefs]

he misses them 100%

[jkvjimin]

I love you more and more each day... ♡ cr. jung-koook

[yooboobies]

moments of yoongi that make me want to eat concrete | pt. 3

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[jinovel]

HIS SMILE 😭😭💝💝💝💝💝

[jung-koook]

250729 - bodybuilder ma sunho on instagram

[isaacsdevil4108]

Thunderbolts* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

Florence + Lewis behind the scenes

[namchyoon]

my seven 😭

[stephanieconstantine]

Fun fact i saw a gif of top left on this very app in 2015 and i said WHO is that dewy mint green man and now i'm nearly 30 and married (not to min yoongi) and he still has an abnormal grip me