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tangieeeeee my friendddd oh how i've missed reading your reviews of my work 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

oll!jk is finally getting his flowers, i love that for himmmm !!!! thank you endlessly baby for reading and reviewing my silly little stories, you're the best i swear 😭🩷

OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 1

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

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of life!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 5.5k

warnings: takes place when little jungwoo is 22 months old, jk and oc have a date night for the first time since jungwoo was born, yoongi babysits, jungkook is a little nervous to leave jungwoo for the first time, some mishaps, date night doesn't go as planned but oc doesn't care, flirting, kissing, suggestive themes and vague descriptions of sex but nothing too explicit for now.

a/n: introducing our new couple; mr. and mrs. jeon !!! ☺️☺️ i hope you love them as much as i do bc they're just super fluffy and in love and there's nothing better than a man who is completely and utterly obsessed with his wife. let me know your thoughts on them and don't forget to like, comment, reblog and all the fun things 🫶🏼🌟

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SERIES MASTERLIST

You close your eyes, savouring the steaming water cascading over your shoulders in the shower, blissfully tuning out the squeals and chatter echoing from the hallway outside. Tonight is date night. It's actually going to be your first proper evening out alone with Jungkook in almost two years and you intend on enjoying every second of it, including the rare luxury of an uninterrupted everything-shower.

Outside the bathroom, however, is an entirely different story.

"Jungwoo, please," Jungkook half-laughs, half-pleads as he chases after the giggling toddler. He's already dressed in a black button up shirt and black slacks, his cologne wafting through the air, his hair styled perfectly for date night. "Daddy's getting tired, you gotta put on your pyjamas. Don't you wanna help daddy out?"

The little boy shrieks gleefully, running in circles around his room, his messy hair bouncing wildly, his chubby cheeks flushed. "Nooo!" His high-pitched voice fills the room, delightfully defiant.

Jungkook, feeling slightly out of breath, shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile as he chases his half-naked son. "Jungwoo-yah! Come on, work with me here."

"Nooo," Jungwoo giggles, shaking his head. He stands in the middle of his room, playfully wiggling his hips. "Daddy slow!"

Jungkook gasps dramatically, his hand clutching his chest in mock offense. "Daddy's slow?! Oh, you're asking for it, mister." He quickly grabs Jungwoo before he can run away again, swinging him around in his arms and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses, making him squeal.

Jungkook carries him over to his bed and lays him down, attempting yet again to wrangle him into the tiny, light blue pyjamas decorated with little dinosaurs. "We gotta get you dressed, buddy. Mommy's gonna be ready soon and she'll be upset with daddy if you're not ready too."

"Play!" Jungwoo insists stubbornly, grabbing Jungkook's face between his small hands, squishing his cheeks. "Play, daddy!"

Jungkook softens instantly, his eyes crinkling affectionately. He turns his head to kiss his son's tiny palms, sighing softly. "Okay, let's make a deal. If daddy gets these pyjamas on you right now, we can play with your dinosaurs for a bit. Deal?"

Jungwoo tilts his head, thinking deeply for a moment, his expression so adorably serious that Jungkook has to bite back a chuckle.

"Okay," he nods, stretching his tiny arms up willingly. "Jamas, daddy!"

"Oh, now you want pyjamas, huh?" Jungkook chuckles, gently slipping the soft cotton onto his son's body. "You're lucky you're so cute, you little troublemaker."

"So tute," he giggles, his chubby cheeks puffing out, looking almost identical to his dad.

"You're definitely your mom's kid with that charm," he scoffs, buttoning up Jungwoo's little pyjama top before putting on the pants and smoothing down his messy hair.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, steam billowing out as you step out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, freshly shaved and exfoliated. You stand in the doorway of Jungwoo's room, smiling at your boys.

"Look at you two," you chuckle, watching Jungkook tend to your son. "Did daddy finally manage to win the battle of the pyjamas?"

Jungkook shoots you a playfully pointed look, sitting on the edge of the toddler's bed while Jungwoo climbs into his lap. "Don't start. Your son has limitless amounts of energy, you know."

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo chirps, giggling into his dad's chest.

"Hey!" Jungkook laughs, gently tickling Jungwoo's sides. He glances back at you with a soft smile on his face. "We survived, barely."

You walk over to them, clutching your towel to your chest as you bend down to press a kiss to Jungwoo's cheek, then to Jungkook's temple, lingering a second longer than necessary. "My heroes."

Jungwoo hops off his dad's lap to play with his race cars on the floor, allowing Jungkook to stand up and wrap his arms around your waist. "Did you enjoy your shower, baby?"

"Mhm. But it sounded like I missed quite a show."

"Well, next time, you get pyjamas duty," he smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "He's a ball of energy."

You let out a soft huff of laughter, pulling back to meet his gaze. "I guess I'll have to reward daddy later then."

"Oh, I'm definitely gonna hold you to that," he murmurs softly, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes.

You step back with a smile, gently squeezing your husband's bicep as you go. "I'm gonna go get dressed. You two behave yourselves, okay?"

"No promises," he calls out before scooping Jungwoo up into his arms, pulling a loud giggle from his son.

You make your way to your bedroom and start getting ready while they play. You dry your hair and change into your dress; the black one with the lace trim that shows just enough cleavage to drive your husband a little bit crazy. You apply your makeup and spritz some perfume onto your neck and wrists, when the doorbell rings downstairs. That would be Yoongi, right on time.

Downstairs, Jungkook makes his way to the door with Jungwoo in his arms. "Let's go greet Uncle Yoongi, hm?"

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo cheers excitedly, his tiny hands clapping together. He loves his uncles and aunts, partially because they all spoil him rotten. But who could blame them when your son is just so stinking cute.

Jungkook chuckles and opens the door. Yoongi is stood on the front porch, looking casual and calm as always, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Kook. Hey, little man," he greets, a gummy smile spreading across his face when he sees Jungwoo's excited face.

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo repeats, squirming out of his dad's hold to hug Yoongi's leg.

"Thanks for doing this, hyung," Jungkook murmurs, stepping aside to let his friend inside. "You're saving our lives tonight."

"No big deal. I figured you two deserve a break," Yoongi shrugs, ruffling Jungwoo's soft hair, the little boy running off to the living room, looking excited to show his uncle all of his toys.

"Okay, so I wrote down some instructions," Jungkook says as he walks over to the kitchen to show Yoongi the piece of paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet. "I know it might seem a little excessive but he's particular about his routines and I don't wanna mess anything up. Trust me, hyung, one missed step and you're done for."

Yoongi's mouth quirks into a barely suppressed smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he sits down at the kitchen island. "Instructions, huh?"

"Yes," Jungkook nods. "First thing, his favourite snacks. He loves apple slices, but they can't be too thick or else he won't eat them. They need to be really thin. Also, there's yogurt on the top shelf in the fridge, but only strawberry. Don't try the banana flavour, he hates it."

Yoongi hums in mock seriousness, nodding along. "Got it. Thin apples, strawberry yogurt. What else?"

Jungkook hardly notices the teasing glint in his friend's eyes, too caught up in his anxious, fatherly checklist. "Songs. For bedtime, it's gotta be the little lullaby playlist on the tablet. He'll let you know what he wants."

"Got it," Yoongi nods patiently, holding back a laugh.

"Oh, and his bedtime routine," Jungkook continues as Jungwoo toddles into the kitchen, his dad scooping him up and sitting him down on the edge of the kitchen counter. "He's already had his bath. He can watch cartoons, but bedtime is at 8. Make sure you brush his teeth. Also, he likes when you read to him, sometimes he'll ask for two bedtime stories, and he likes you to leave the nightlight on, the one with the little dinosaurs on the-"

Yoongi can't hold his grin from breaking into a chuckle. "I got it, Kook. Jungwoo and I will be fine, right buddy?"

Jungwoo nods enthusiastically, smiling up at his dad.

Jungkook lets out a little sigh and nods, still a little nervous despite Yoongi's reassurance.

You descend down the stairs, dressed and ready for your night out, catching the tail end of Jungkook's nervous instructions. You lean against the kitchen island, resting your hand on your hip. "Did he give you the full survival manual?" you tease.

Yoongi laughs, glancing over at you with a relieved look. "I think we're just about done."

Jungkook takes in your appearance, his lips parting at the sight of you. It's been a while since he's seen you this dolled up, and don't get him wrong, he thinks you're sexy even when you're in sweatpants and greasy hair in mom-mode, but seeing you like this is doing a good job of reminding him just how hot his wife is.

"I'm just...making sure hyung knows the ropes," he mumbles absentmindedly, his eyes zeroing in on your cleavage in that dress.

"I think Yoongi can handle Jungwoo for a few hours, baby," you chuckle, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him. "He'll be fine."

Jungkook pouts, leaning into you, his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders. "I'm not worried about hyung. I'm worried about Jungwoo tricking him into letting him stay up late."

"I can handle him," Yoongi nods, chuckling fondly.

Jungkook looks down at you and sighs, dramatically feigning defeat before glancing back at Yoongi. "Alright, fine. But call us if anything happens, okay, hyung? Even if it's just that Jungwoo sneezed or something."

"Noted," Yoongi scoffs, exchanging a look with you.

You chuckle and press a soft kiss to your husband's cheek. "Ready to go, Daddy Bear?"

His lips tug into a smile, affection radiating from his eyes as he glances between Yoongi and Jungwoo. He nods, finally relaxing into your embrace.

"Yeah, let's get out of here before I start another lecture."

You pick Jungwoo up and give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek, murmuring a soft, "Be good for Uncle Yoongi, okay, Woo-Woo?" As you grab your purse, you glance over your shoulder, catching Jungkook giving Yoongi one last concerned look, silently mouthing, "Thin apples."

Oh, how you love this man.

The second the front door closes behind you, Jungkook sighs dramatically, leaning back against it for a moment as you start walking toward the car.

"Are you sure Yoongi can handle him?" he asks, anxiety sneaking back into his tone. "I mean, Jungwoo can be a menace."

You laugh, gently tugging his sleeve to pull him away from the house. "Yoongi lived with Hobi and Joon for five years. Babysitting Jungwoo should be a piece of cake in comparison."

"I guess that's true," Jungkook chuckles, following you to the car. He opens your door for you, leaning in closely as you settle in. He presses a kiss to your cheek and closes the door before jogging around the car. You watch fondly, feeling a little flutter of excitement as he slides into the driver's seat and turns the car on.

Once the engine hums to life, Jungkook glances over at you, his eyes trailing over your face illuminated by the streetlight. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

You smile shyly, cheeks flushing under his gaze. Even after years of marriage and a baby, he still manages to make you feel all giddy and mushy inside. A simple compliment from him has your face flushing and your heart racing.

"You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Jeon."

His eyebrow quirks up as he backs out of the driveway. "Careful, baby. You keep calling me Mr. Jeon and we might not even make it to dinner."

"Promises, promises," you tease, reaching out to gently trail your fingers along the back of his hand on the gear shift. Your smile softens, gazing at him thoughtfully. "It's been way too long since we've done this. I'm excited."

Jungkook hums, keeping his eyes ahead of him while he turns on the radio. "Yeah, we used to do date nights almost every weekend."

Yeah," you smile, feeling nostalgic. "Now date night is microwaving leftover chicken nuggets and watching cartoons at 2 a.m."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with reheated chicken nuggets," Jungkook retorts playfully, shooting you a smirk before returning his attention to the road. "But I definitely prefer you in this dress over my old hoodies."

"Really? You don't like the ketchup stains? That's kinda become my thing lately."

He scoffs, shaking his head in amusement. "You could wear a potato sack and I'd still think you're hot."

Your laughter fills the car, bright and melodic. You lean closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper, "Is that a kink confession? Do potato sacks get you off?"

"Shush," he laughs, cheeks flushed, clearly flustered by your teasing. "I'm just saying you're unfairly beautiful, okay? Stop bullying your husband."

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you," you murmur sweetly, your fingers lightly trailing up along his thigh, watching his muscles visibly tense, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Better?"

"Worse, baby" he groans, shifting in his seat. "You're cruel."

"You love it," you tease, eyes glinting mischievously. "Admit it."

His lips quirk up into a soft smile, glancing over at you, his eyes laced with affection. "Yeah. Maybe I do."

A comfortable silence falls between you for a moment, the radio playing quietly in the background. Jungkook takes your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, bringing back memories of the dates he took you on back when you were younger, those nights you both spent shyly falling in love.

"I love Woo-Woo with all my heart, but...I missed these moments," you sigh, breaking the silence. "Y'know, when we're just us, not mom and dad."

"Yeah, me too," he murmurs softly, glancing at you with such soft intensity it sends warmth rushing through your chest. "You think he would notice if we made this a weekly thing?"

"Absolutely," you laugh. "And he'd probably guilt-trip you for not taking him on a date as well."

"Yeah," Jungkook chuckles softly. "Little guy learned from the best."

You feign shock. "Me? Are you accusing me of manipulation?"

"Not accusing. Complimenting," he teases, squeezing your hand gently. "You're very persuasive."

"Good save," you laugh, leaning across the console to press a tender kiss against his cheek. Your lips linger, warmth radiating between you both. "Almost just threw away your bedroom privileges."

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, a slow, suggestive smile spreading across his face. "Do I get bedroom privileges tonight?"

"Depends," you grin, reaching out to absentmindedly play with the hair at the back of his neck. "You can do whatever you want to me in the bedroom if this date goes well."

He groans, his eyes briefly flickering over to you before returning to the road. "You're gonna make me crash this car."

You pull your hand away, resting in back in your lap, biting back a satisfied grin. "Sorry. I'll behave until after dinner."

"Good," he scoffs. "I don't think this restaurant would appreciate me showing up hard as a rock."

You snort, looking out the car's window, watching the buildings as you pass by. "Is it fancy?"

"Oh yeah. Booked it a week ago," Jungkook nods proudly. "I heard they have great reviews. Candlelit tables, expensive wine, we're going all out tonight."

Your smile grows wider as you look over at him, feeling touched by the amount of effort he put into date night. "Look at you, Mr. Romance."

He shoots you a smirk, looking rather smug. "Husband of the Year, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

He smiles tenderly, his voice dropping to a soft, sincere murmur. "I love you more, you know. Even more than back when we first started dating." He stops at a red light, giving you his full attention, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the car. He leans in close, his face inches from yours.

You meet him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. The kiss leaves you breathless, your heart pounding as he slips his tongue into your mouth. It gets heated before you break away, looking like a flustered teenage girl again. "Light's green."

He chuckles softly, turning back to the road, visibly proud of himself. "Fine. To be continued."

You lean back, cheeks warm, heart full. You've missed this so much. Missed him, missed the playful flirting and teasing, the effortless chemistry that makes your marriage feel so vibrant and alive.

Tonight is already perfect, and dinner hasn't even started yet. At least, that's what you think.

Jungkook leads you into the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, your excitement growing at the romantic ambiance, the soft music drifting through the air, candlelit tables creating the perfect atmosphere for your long-awaited night together.

He confidently steps up to the hostess podium, giving the young woman behind it a charming smile.

"Reservation for Jeon Jungkook, please," he says, resting his hand at the base of your spine.

The hostess nods politely, tapping something into her tablet before her expression falters. Her eyes nervously flicker from the screen back up to Jungkook, a flush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Um, I'm really sorry, sir, but..." she hesitates, clearly uncomfortable. "It looks like we've accidentally double-booked your table. It seems we don't have any...availability right now."

Jungkook's smile falters, replaced with confusion. "What do you mean double-booked? I made this reservation a week ago."

The hostess swallows anxiously, shifting on her feet. "Yes, I see that, sir, but there must have been a system glitch or something. Unfortunately, we're completely booked tonight."

He sighs, clearly frustrated. "Is there nothing you can do? We've been looking forward to this all week. This is our first night out in a really long time."

She shakes her head apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir. We can offer you a reservation for another day if you'd like-"

"That won't really help right now, will it?" he interrupts, clearly annoyed.

You gently stroke his forearm, remaining calm. "Hey, it’s okay, baby. It's not her fault."

He looks down at you, his eyes softening immediately. "But this was supposed to be special."

"It still is," you reassure him, not seeming too bothered by the mishap. "Let's just find somewhere else to eat. It's okay, really."

Jungkook sighs, his shoulders dropping. He gives you a small nod, turning back to the hostess. "Sorry, it's just...we have a toddler, we don't get to do this often."

She gives him an apologetic smile. "I completely understand, sir. Again, I'm very sorry about the mix-up."

"It's okay. Thank you anyway," he mutters, giving her a weak smile before guiding you to the exit. He sighs, clearly disappointed. "I can't believe it. This was supposed to be really fancy and romantic."

You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand while you walk. "It's still romantic as long as I'm with you. Let's just try somewhere else. Maybe that nice Japanese restaurant downtown."

He smiles faintly, lacing his fingers with yours. "Fine, but I'm leaving them a one-star review."

"You will not," you laugh, lightly nudging him with your shoulder as you head through the exit.

He stops you on the sidewalk outside, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist. "I swear, I had this night perfectly planned out. I'm sorry it's off to a bad start."

"Hey, don't apologize," you shake your head, but before you can continue, a sudden clap of thunder cracks loudly above you, making you both jump in surprise.

"Oh no," Jungkook groans, glancing up just as the skies open, heavy rain pouring down and instantly soaking you both.

"Perfect timing!" you laugh, shrieking as cold raindrops splash against your skin. Jungkook quickly pulls you into his chest, attempting to shield you, though he's just as soaked as you are.

"Run!" he shouts through his laughter, grabbing your hand and dashing toward the car. Your shoes squelch through rapidly forming puddles as you race across the parking lot, both giggling breathlessly.

You both scramble into the car, completely drenched and panting for air. Jungkook stares at you for a moment, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt sticking to his skin. You look equally ridiculous, makeup slightly smudged, dress clinging uncomfortably.

"This is officially a disaster," Jungkook sighs, his head falling back against the seat.

"A memorable disaster, though," you chuckle, squeezing water out of your hair. "We'll never forget it, that's for sure."

He glances at you, his eyes containing amusement despite the chaos. "How are you still optimistic right now?"

"Someone has to be," you shrug.

He sighs, feeling determined to recover some dignity. "Alright, plan B. I'll check if the Japanese restaurant has a reservation for us."

You smile encouragingly, watching him fiddle with his phone, taking a few minutes to check if the Japanese restaurant has any availability. After a few moments, though, he tosses it back into his lap with an exasperated groan.

"Everything's either closed or booked solid," he mutters, looking defeated once more. "So much for date night."

You reach over to him, gently pushing some wet strands of hair from his forehead, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Come on, it's not a total loss yet."

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Your smile grows more genuine, leaning over to kiss his wet cheek. "Yeah, because I know exactly how to fix this."

"How?" he asks, looking wary but amused.

"Fast-food date," you announce proudly. "Let's just go and get burgers and have a car picnic."

He sighs, his face twisting into a defeated smile.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourselves in a brightly lit fast-food drive-through, Jungkook ordering your meals into the speaker.

"Can I get two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, and two strawberry milkshakes, please," he calls out into the intercom before driving to the next window to pay, stealing a glance at you with a cheeky grin. "Only the best fine dining for my lady."

You giggle, fondly rolling your eyes.

After the food arrives, Jungkook parks in the dimly lit parking lot, the rain pattering against the car's windshield. "Your romantic dinner, madame," he quips as he hands you your food.

You unwrap your burger, taking a bite and sighing happily, your cheeks stuffed. "Honestly? I wouldn't trade this for anything right now."

He takes a bite of his own burger and beams at you, his shoulders finally relaxing now that he knows you're not disappointed. "Really?"

"Really," you nod, popping a fry into your mouth. "It feels like we're teenagers again, taking late night drives to eat greasy food."

He laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I guess. It's just too bad you didn't get to have the overpriced wine I was planning on ordering at that restaurant."

"Overpriced? I'm glad I didn't get to have it," you scoff. "Tell me, what would have paired well with the ravioli I never got to eat?"

"Easy," he shrugs, licking some smudged sauce from his thumb. "That cheap red wine we used to buy back in uni. The one with the twist cap that we always struggled to open."

You burst out laughing, thinking back to the days when drinking red wine made you feel rich and fancy, even if it tasted less than mediocre. "God, that stuff tasted like bad grape juice and...regret," you chuckle.

"And yet, you said yes to marrying me after drinking a bottle of it," he teases, grinning from ear to ear. "So clearly it got the job done."

There's something so comforting about sitting in the car with the rain falling outside, no distractions, just the two of you reminiscing about the start of your relationship.

"Remember when we moved in together?" you ask, popping a fry into your mouth.

Jungkook groans dramatically. "You mean when we realized neither of us knew how to install curtains or assemble IKEA furniture?"

You snort. "And yet, we survived."

"Barely," he laughs. "I almost broke up with you over that bookshelf."

"You mean the one that still leans slightly to the left?"

"Exactly," he scoffs, giving you a pointed look. "That one."

You both giggle like teenagers, cheeks flushed, hearts filled with nostalgia.

"And then," you sigh dramatically, "I blinked and we were married. And pregnant."

"You were a terrifying pregnant woman," he mutters with a snort. "Gorgeous. Glowing...but also terrifying. You once cried because your steak was overcooked."

"It was overcooked, I wasn't overreacting!"

"And you accused me of breathing too loud during your third trimester."

"You were breathing loud!" you gasp, laughing so hard it makes your stomach ache.

"I was asleep!" he exclaims, but he's laughing too, head tipped back against the seat. "Man, you were so pregnant. Like, full power, final boss level."

You wipe your eyes, still chuckling. "But you were so patient with me."

"You made it easy to be patient," he murmurs, his voice growing softer. "You were growing my baby in there. How could I not worship you?"

You smile, leaning your head against the headrest. "I still can't believe we made that little boy."

"I can," Jungkook grins, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours. "He's got your eyes, your laugh. My stubbornness, unfortunately."

"And your dramatic flair," you scoff, squeezing his hand.

He snickers. "Yeah, that too."

A beat of comfortable silence passes between you, full of warmth and love and fries eaten with interlocked fingers.

"I missed date nights," you whisper.

Jungkook sighs and lifts your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. "We'll make more time, I promise. Even if it's just burgers in the car."

You look at him, your heart full to the brim. "As long as it's with you, I don't care what or where we eat."

He feels an immense amount of gratitude towards you for your reassurance. "I love you."

You lean closer, kissing his lips and tasting the subtle remnants of his burger. "I love you too."

"Next time, I promise I'll triple-check the reservations and the weather report."

"You better," you tease, settling back comfortably and taking another bite of your burger. You sigh contentedly, relaxing as the soft hum of the rain surrounds the two of you. Despite the bumps in the road, tonight couldn't feel more perfect.

You're both giggling when you approach your front door, soaking wet from the rain, shoes squeaking against the pavement. Jungkook shakes his head, an amused smile plastered across his face as he pushes his damp hair back and reaches for your hand.

"Well, Mrs. Jeon, tonight was certainly...something," he chuckles.

You lean into him as you walk, your smile spreading wider. "I had a lot of fun."

He unlocks the front door, stepping into the warmth of your home. Your eyes immediately fall on Yoongi, sprawled awkwardly across your couch, knocked out after an evening of chasing Jungwoo around.

"Oh my god," Jungkook whispers, holding back his laughter. "Jungwoo really wore him out."

"Poor Yoongi," you giggle softly, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Yoongi, we're home."

Yoongi jolts awake, blinking rapidly as he sits up, still a bit disoriented after his well-deserved nap. "Wha- oh, you're home."

"How was Jungwoo?"

He yawns, rubbing his eyes. "Kid's a tornado but we managed. He crashed about two hours ago. Honestly, I don't know how you two do this every day."

"You get used to it," Jungkook laughs, gently patting his shoulder. "Thanks, hyung. Seriously, we owe you big time."

"Yeah, you do," Yoongi mutters with a sleepy smile, slowly standing from the couch. He nods toward the stairs. "Anyway, your boy is sleeping like an angel."

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile gratefully, giving him a quick hug before Jungkook walks him to the door. "We owe you dinner."

"Make it a quiet one next time," he calls out over his shoulder, waving as he slips out the front door.

Once the door closes behind him, Jungkook immediately heads upstairs to check on Jungwoo. You follow, stopping in the doorway of his bedroom. Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, lovingly gazing at his son who's fast asleep, tiny fingers curled protectively around his favourite dinosaur plushie.

"He looks so cute like this," Jungkook whispers wistfully.

You smile as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. "Just like his daddy."

Jungkook laughs softly, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. "You flatter me."

Once you've made sure the little one is peacefully asleep, he quietly guides you out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry again about tonight," he whispers sincerely, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "I really wanted it to be special and not in a boring drive-through parking lot."

"Hey," you whisper softly, stepping closer and gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. "It doesn't matter. It was special anyway."

He tilts his head, eyes searching yours for any doubt or hesitation. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course I'm not just saying that, baby." You shake your head with a warm smile, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips gently brush against his ear. "Besides, date night doesn't have to end yet."

The corners of his mouth twitch into a little grin, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. "No?"

You shake your head, fingers slowly sliding down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing speeds up. "No. I'm still wearing this dress, you still look devastating in that shirt, Jungwoo's asleep..."

Jungkook's gaze darkens, a slow smirk curling across his lips. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Mrs. Jeon?"

You tug at his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "Come find out."

He follows you wordlessly, lips parted, his breath catching slightly as he watches you saunter off ahead of him, each sway of your hips feeling deliberate, teasing. The soft click-clack of your heels, the occasional creak of the wood, it all feels amplified, every second thick with anticipation.

When you reach the bedroom and you hear the click of the door closing behind you, you turn to look at him, your hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress, already kicking off your heels.

"Door locked?" you ask, your voice quiet but suggestive.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate. "Locked," he whispers, already peeling off his soaked shirt and dropping it to the floor, holding eye contact.

"Still think tonight wasn't perfect?" you grin, slowly pulling the dress' zip down your back.

He steps toward you slowly, reverently, like you're something sacred. "It's perfect now."

You meet him halfway, your hands finding the warm skin of his chest as his lips brush over yours, slow, deep, aching with the weight of everything you haven't gotten to do in so long. He kisses you like he's starved for you, like every little glance and touch he gave you this evening built up the need he's feeling now. His hands slide along your waist, down your hips, and back up to slowly pull your dress from your skin, his tongue licking into your mouth.

"God, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You're so sexy."

You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangling in his damp hair. "Make love to me, Jungkook."

Clothes drop slowly, his hands never rushing, never fumbling, just steady and deliberate, like he wants to memorise every inch of you all over again. You melt into his touch, your back hitting the bed, laughter mixing with gasps as your limbs tangle beneath the sheets.

It's not frantic or wild like the times when Jungwoo goes down for a nap and you only have a limited amount of time before he wakes up again.

No. It's soft and slow, breathtaking, months of exhaustion and longing and love unravelling into breathless moans and whispered confessions against bare skin. He holds you like he never wants to let go. Thrusts into you like it's the most pleasure he's ever felt in his life. Kisses you like the world could end tomorrow and he'd still want this to be the last thing he feels.

He cums with your name on his lips and your nails digging into his back.

When it's over, he lays with his head pressed to your bare chest, your bodies feeling warm and drowsy, your leg draped over his hip and his hand softly stroking your thigh.

"I love you," he breathes out, his lips brushing over your collarbone, his voice coming out sleepy and blissful.

You smile, lazily playing with his messy hair. "I love you."

He huffs out a soft chuckle, kissing your sternum. "You think date night was a success after all?"

You hum, already half-asleep. "Rain, burgers and sex with my husband? Honestly...pretty unbeatable."

He laughs, holding you tighter. You both drift off to sleep feeling content, and even though the night didn't go to plan, it somehow turned into everything you both needed.

You look forward to the next date night with your favourite guy.

PART 2

#reblog #fic: oll #kookooluvr

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hello miss ma’am! i jus wanna ask if are you gonna proceed writing maid of honor when TMHTL and OLL ends? btw you’re so talented on making stories like this tho huhuhuhu 🥹 sending u lots of love and support! 💗🤞🏻

firstly thank you so much baby that is so kind of you 😭😭🩷 and yes i am actually currently working on moh while i write the others as well. moh will be a one-shot so it'll take a bit of time to be done because it's going to be quite lengthy but i try to write a little bit of it everyday. tmhtl will probably be over by the time i post it 😭 which i'm so sad about because i don't want to move on from my tmhtl babies

#answered #fic: moh #kookooluvr

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OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 3

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: mention of a stomach bug, oc's friends go to a magic mike show, major fomo, brief appearance of jk's parents, explicit sexual content; kissing, magic mike!jk, a lap dance, oiled up jk in tight jeans and a cowboy hat, floor sex, oral (f. receiving), brief fingering, she watches him j0rk it, lots of dirty talk (stripper jk has a very dirty mouth), unprotected sex (they're married, they're used to it), missionary, doggy, dom!jk, oc has a bit of a praise kink, rough sex, soft aftercare.

a/n: THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED 🦅🦅🦅 when i tell youuuu i was giggling and kekeing while writing this likeeekajsksj shirtless, oiled up jk in a cowboy hat is my fantasy and i lived that fantasy through oc, so thank you to mrs. jeon !!!!! i'd listen to pony by genuwine during jk's stripper performance for the full effect LMAOOOSHAJAKJL anyway, once again, i love you all so incredibly much and don't forget to like, comment, reblog and do all the good thingssss 🫶🏼💋

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SERIES MASTERLIST

It's Saturday night and your friends' group chat is a crime scene.

Your phone buzzes for the tenth time in under a minute, the screen lighting up with blurry selfies, voice notes filled with screaming, and one incredibly unhinged video of Jia shouting, "He did a handstand, ___! A handstand!"

You groan dramatically into your pillow, lying face-down on the bed, the epitome of recovery-girl chic. Your stomach is still a little queasy after your stomach bug. It's not bad enough to be bedridden anymore, but not good enough to be out letting some shirtless man named 'Zeus' bodyroll in your direction.

Another buzz. Another video.

This time it's a stripper in a fireman outfit. Shirt open. Water being sprayed. One of your friends in the background sounds like she might pass out.

Before you can tap to play it again, the bathroom door creaks open, and you hear it, the slow shuffle of feet on hardwood, the quiet hiss of steam behind him, and then...

"Hey, pretty lady."

You look up and immediately regret it.

Jungkook stands in the doorway, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest like it's a scene from a commercial you shouldn't be allowed to watch in public. One hand ruffles his wet hair while the other, looking completely unaware that you are not okay.

You blink, rolling over and sitting up straight. "Do you have to look like that right now?"

He raises an eyebrow, glancing down at his body. "Like what?"

"Like a fever dream. I'm too fragile for this."

He laughs, walking toward the dresser to grab a pair of boxer briefs and a clean t-shirt. "How're you feeling?"

You shrug, sighing heavily. "About...70% like me again. It could go up to 80 if you let me lick the water off your collarbones."

Jungkook snorts, glancing over his shoulder at you. "You sure you're still sick?"

"Barely, but sick enough to miss all the fun."

That gets his attention. He turns, his t-shirt and underwear dangling from one hand. "What's going on?"

You hold up your phone. "The girls are blowing up the group chat. They're all at the Magic Mike show tonight. You remember, the one I was supposed to go to? Shirtless men, suggestive dancing, cocktails named after body parts..."

Jungkook winces. "Damn. That was tonight?"

"Yes," you whine, plopping back down with a huff. "But stupid me had to stay home like a responsible adult with a sensitive digestive system."

He crosses his arms over his chest, his towel still intact, much to your disappointment, and raises an eyebrow. "And you're sad because…you didn't get to see hot, sweaty men grind on your friends?"

"Not sad. Devastated!" You toss your phone dramatically onto the mattress. "Nayeon said one of them did a push-up over her chest. A push-up, Jungkook. I haven't had that much physical contact since Jungwoo tried to headbutt me awake the other morning."

He stares at you for a beat, then bursts into laughter.

"I'm serious!" you groan, grabbing a pillow to hide your face. "I have FOMO. Major, crippling FOMO, Kook."

Jungkook walks over to the edge of the bed and leans down until his wet hair drips onto the pillow beside your cheek.

"I could push up over your chest," he offers casually.

You smile up at him. "Don’t joke. I might actually take you up on it."

"Oh, I'm not joking," he smirks. "I'm just mentally preparing for how ridiculous I'd look doing it."

You giggle, your heart fluttering. "You? Ridiculous? Never."

He reaches down to brush his knuckles along your jaw. "I'm sorry you had to miss it, though. You were really looking forward to it."

You shrug, your expression turning softer. "It's fine. I was barely keeping down toast 48 hours ago. It wasn't meant to be."

He smiles apologetically and stands up, walking back to the dresser to drop his towel and slide on his boxer briefs and t-shirt, walking back to the bathroom to throw his towel in the laundry basket.

You glance over at your phone with a wistful sigh, watching it buzz repeatedly.

"I'm just saying," you mumble to no one in particular. "If one of those strippers offered me a refund in the form of an interpretive dance, I wouldn't say no."

From the bathroom, Jungkook's voice drifts back. "Noted. Add interpretive dance to the husband skill list."

You snort, rolling your eyes.

Eventually, the group chat slows down, and your phone goes mercifully silent. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the hum of the house soothe your senses. It's a quiet evening, with Jungwoo already asleep and your stomach bug finally settling down after hours in the bathroom.

It's too bad you'd rather be at a Magic Mike show with your friends, screaming until your throat goes dry.

Jungkook walks back in, lazily pushing his damp hair from his forehead. He glances at you curled up on the bed, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"You need anything?" he asks. "Hot tea? Plain toast? Water bottle to put on your stomach?"

You shake your head, weakly smiling over at him. "Just you."

He crosses the room and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. "You've got me."

You close your eyes again as he steps away, curling deeper into the blankets as the room grows quiet, your body growing tired as it fights off the last of your bug. You don't hear Jungkook unlocking his phone, or the quiet tap-tap of his fingers opening a note in his note's app.

You don't see the way his lips twitch into a grin as he types something under the heading: Operation Magic Jungkook XXL.

And yes, Jungkook might not be a professional stripper of any kind, but he's your husband, and he's about to remind you exactly who you married.

It all starts with a playlist.

Jungkook sits in the car after picking up groceries, parked outside the house while Jungwoo naps in his car seat, and scrolls through Spotify with the intensity of a man defusing a bomb.

"Songs to…strip to," he mutters under his breath. "Okay, 'Pony' is mandatory. Uhmmm...'Earned It'? Yeah, okay. 'Take You Down'...maybe. Depends on how many squats I do this week."

He adds a few more r&b songs to a playlist titled '___'s private show' and quickly tucks his phone away before a stranger walking their dog can catch him looking up "sexiest male stripper songs of all time."

He glances in the rearview mirror. Jungwoo is still snoozing peacefully with his dinosaur plushie tucked under his chin, his cheek squished against the side of the car seat. Jungkook smiles and sighs slowly.

"Alright," he whispers. "Let's get you inside."

—

Thursday afternoon he works from home and officially starts dance rehearsals.

You leave the house in a rush for your nail appointment, tossing him a casual, "Love you! Don't burn the house down!" before heading out the door.

The second you're gone, Jungkook launches into action.

He pulls the blinds. Closes all the curtains. Grabs his phone, bluetooth speaker and a bottle of water like he's about to do actual cardio.

The intro to 'Pony' starts playing. He tries a slow grind in sweatpants and checks himself in the mirror.

"No. No no no, Jungkook. That looked stupid. Focus, man."

He tries again, this time adding a wink.

"Nope. Too aggressive."

He does a full-body roll and almost pulls a muscle in his back.

"Screw it. I'm doing push-ups and calling it choreo."

He ends the session twenty minutes later, red-faced, sweaty, and laughing to himself in the hallway mirror. He can't believe he's doing this. But then he imagines the way you looked last weekend, buried under blankets, quietly watching videos of your friends having the time of their lives, and suddenly it's not funny anymore. You were sad and Jungkook never, ever wants you to feel like you're missing out.

—

Friday night, while you're in the shower, he calls his mom.

"Hey, eomma," he murmurs as soon as she answers. "Are you busy?"

"Hello to you too, Jeon Jungkook," she mutters dryly. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! I mean, not yet. Listen, do you think you and appa could watch Jungwoo overnight on Saturday?"

There's a pause, then, "Why? Are you and ___ going on a date?"

"Kinda," he scoffs, scratching the back of his neck. "It's more of a…surprise for her. She's had a rough week, and I wanted to make it special."

"Special how?" she asks, nosey as ever. "Is this romantic special or you got her pregnant again special?"

Jungkook chokes. "Eomma, what?!"

"Don't yell at me, I'm asking valid questions!"

He groans, dramatically throwing his head back against the couch. "Romantic. Just romantic, eomma. She's not pregnant."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Because I'll need to get knitting if she is. Baby clothes don't take a day to make—"

"EOMMA."

She laughs, sounding very amused by herself. "Fine, fine. Bring the little one after lunch. It'll be lovely to have him for the weekend."

"Thank you," he murmurs, letting out a relieved sigh.

"No worries, sweetheart. And don't make poor ___ do anything too crazy!"

He hangs up mid-laugh, equal parts flustered and fond. "She's unbelievable," he mutters to himself, just as he hears the shower turn off in the next room.

Time to go back to pretending like he's not planning on giving you the lap dance of your life.

The plan is simple; make it a cute, chill day. No suspicion. No giveaway.

Jungkook makes breakfast Saturday morning while Jungwoo toddles around the kitchen in his diaper, dragging a stuffed duck by one foot and babbling nonsense to himself.

"Daddy!" he shouts, smacking the fridge. "Juice, peese!"

"Yes, sir," Jungkook nods, getting the juice from the fridge and pouring some into his sippy cup.

You wander in sleepily, your hair messy, your eyes still half-closed. Jungkook hands you a mug of coffee before you even ask, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"You're spoiling me," you mumble, taking a sip of the fresh coffee.

"Of course I am," he grins. "Gotta keep the prettiest girl in the house happy."

"And Jungwoo!" the toddler grins.

Jungkook chuckles, picking Jungwoo up to press a kiss to his chubby cheek. "Yes, and Jungwoo."

The morning is spent eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and eventually taking a casual stroll through the park. Around lunchtime, on the way back home from the park, Jungkook brings up his plans.

"Hey, I was thinking I'd drop Jungwoo at my parents' house for the night. They've been begging to see him. And we haven't had a night alone in a while."

You blink, looking surprised but not suspicious. "Really?"

"Yeah" he smiles. "Just us tonight. Thought we could order dinner. Maybe light a candle. You know. Get gross and coupley."

You chuckle, feeling giddy. "Gross and coupley sounds amazing."

—

Around 5pm, Jungkook pulls into the driveway of his childhood home, turning around in the backseat to see Jungwoo already unbuckling the chest strap of his car seat like a pro.

"Wait, how do you know how to do that?"

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo declares confidently, holding his arms out for his father to pick him up.

Jungkook laughs and scoops him up, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he walks up to the house, Jungwoo's overnight bag slung over the other arm.

Mrs. Jeon opens the door before he can even knock.

"My baby!" she squeals, not at her son, but at Jungwoo, who reaches for her immediately. "Oh, my handsome prince! Come to halmeoni!"

Jungkook barely has time to blink before Jungwoo is snatched from his arms, covered in kisses, and paraded around the kitchen like a royal guest. His dad comes around the corner a moment later, already pulling a juice box out of the fridge.

"Well, if it isn't trouble," Mr. Jeon grins, ruffling Jungwoo's hair as the toddler sips on his juice box.

"You mean me or him?" Jungkook scoffs.

"Take your pick, son."

He sits at the table while his parents take turns doting on Jungwoo, offering snacks, turning on cartoons, and letting him "help" water a very plastic plant.

Mrs. Jeon eyes Jungkook as she sets down a tray of fruit for him to snack on.

"So...this romantic night," she begins.

"Oh no," Jungkook groans, shoving a piece of melon into his mouth. "Please, I'm begging you, don't ask."

"Does it involve leather? I saw a movie about that stuff. Forty shades of something..."

"EOMMA."

"Just tell me you stretched beforehand. You're almost thirty now, Jungkook."

Mr. Jeon chuckles, finding his son's embarrassment hilarious.

"Okay!" Jungkook stands up, red-faced, swiping his keys from the counter. "I'm leaving. You people are unhinged."

Mrs. Jeon waves him off, laughing. "Have fun, son!"

"Goodbye, forever."

As Jungkook walks out the door, he hears Jungwoo shout from inside, "Bye, daddy!"

He turns, his heart going soft, and blows him a quick kiss. "Bye, little man! Love you!"

His son's cute face is almost enough to distract him from the plan, but right now, he has to get his head in the game. It's almost showtime.

The two of you have a light dinner and enjoy some alone time once he gets back from dropping Jungwoo off.

You're in the kitchen washing the dishes when Jungkook slips in behind you, freshly showered and suspiciously giddy. He wraps his arms around your waist, presses a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. "You trust me, right?"

You blink, immediately growing suspicious. "That's the kind of thing people ask before they do something extremely sketchy."

He laughs. "Okay, yeah, fair. But for real, I planned something for you. And you're not allowed to ask questions."

You turn around slowly, arching a brow. "What kind of something?"

"The kind where you sit tight and let your husband do all the work."

"Oh really?" you smirk, stepping closer. "And where exactly does that 'work' happen?"

"In the living room," he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "But you're not allowed to go in there yet. I'm serious. Go to the bedroom, sit on the bed, and wait for me to call you. No peeking. Pinky swear."

You narrow your eyes. "What if I just accidentally peek?"

"Nope. No peeking." He's already steering you toward the stairs, his hand firm on your lower back. "Bedroom. Now. Get cozy. Maybe stretch, just in case."

You snort. "Should I be scared?"

He grins wickedly. "A little."

You reluctantly retreat to the bedroom, your heart thudding with equal parts amusement and curiosity, closing the door behind you. As soon as it clicks shut, Jungkook bolts into action.

In the living room, he dims the lights until only a faint golden glow remains from the corner lamp. Then he adds a few candles along the coffee table and shelves, nothing too crazy, but just enough flicker to set the vibe.

Bluetooth speaker? On.

He scrolls through his curated playlist, his fingers hovering until he lands on 'Pony' by Ginuwine. He doesn't hit play just yet. He still has to get himself ready first.

"Let's go," he mutters to himself, his adrenaline pumping.

He yanks open the hallway closet and digs out the outfit he stashed behind the winter coats earlier that week.

Tight black jeans? Check.

No shirt, obviously.

Sexy black cowboy hat? Absolutely.

Confidence he does not feel qualified to have? Pending.

He peels off his hoodie and joggers in the hallway, throws on the jeans, wiggling into them dramatically, and checks himself out.

Next, he grabs the tiny bottle of coconut oil from the bathroom and, after one brief moment of hesitation, starts rubbing it into his abs and chest.

He glistens like a sexy glazed donut.

"___'s gonna lose her mind," he whispers, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "Or laugh. Or both."

Then, he makes his way to the living room, presses play on his phone and the song begins to throb through the speakers. He takes a deep breath, pops the cowboy hat onto his head, and calls out for you to come downstairs.

—

Back in the bedroom, you're scrolling through your phone when you hear it. A very familiar beat.

You blink. "Is that…'Pony'? What the—"

"Baby!" Jungkook calls out from downstairs, his voice sounding deeper, rougher than usual. "You ready for your show?!"

You sit up slowly. "What show?!"

"Come downstairs and find out!"

You push the door open and mentally prepare yourself for whatever your husband has planned.

Your jaw drops as you descend into the living room.

The room is lit by flickering candles and shadows. Music pulses low and sexy through the speaker. And standing there, shirtless, oiled up, and wearing a cowboy hat and jeans so tight you can almost see his damn intestines, is your husband.

He tips the brim of his hat at you slowly.

"M'lady..."

You immediately burst into laughter.

"WHAT is happening?!"

Jungkook grins and shrugs. "You missed Magic Mike, so I brought Magic Mike to you. Now shut up and sit."

You do. You absolutely do. Right on the chair he set up in the middle of the room. Your chair. Your throne.

And yeah, it's silly. Yeah, you're giggling. But also, holy hell, your husband is hot.

And then...he starts to move.

Jungkook circles the chair slowly like a predator, his hand dragging over the backrest, the music thumping low through the room. 'Pony' pulses around you like it was made for this moment. For him.

"You comfy, ma'am?"

You nod, your breath caught. "Very."

"Good," he smirks. "Now don't move."

He takes your hands in his larger ones. They're warm, confident, and he pulls yours forward, placing them flat against his bare, slick chest. You look up at him to find his eyes already on you, his irises containing a type of fire you've never seen before.

"Touch me," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous.

Your palms glide over his pecs instinctively. They're solid. Warm. Oiled to glow. You can feel the way his muscles flex beneath your fingertips as he breathes.

Then, he brings your hands lower, slowly, deliberately. Down his abs. Each ridge sculpted, hard beneath the glide of your fingers, your heart pounding harder with every inch.

"Feel that, baby?" he whispers. "That's all yours."

He holds your gaze as he guides your touch over the V-line carved into his pelvis, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.

And then he lets go.

"I'm gonna ruin you tonight," he mutters, smiling wickedly.

You don't have time to process that before he steps back and starts moving again.

The beat of the music kicks in harder and Jungkook rolls his shoulders once, slow and predatory, before he drags both hands down the front of his torso.

He starts to dance. Not just goofy body rolls like he's done a hundred times in the kitchen, this is controlled. Deliberate. Hot. His hips grind to the beat with precision. His hands slide down his chest, dragging over his oiled abs. He moves like he's done this before, and if he hasn't, he's a terrifyingly fast learner.

You swallow thickly as he trails his hand all the way down to cup his bulge in the front of his jeans.

He keeps eye contact with you the whole time. Not a second of this is to be missed. It's all for you.

Your thighs press together instinctively.

Then he drops to his knees. He places both hands on your thighs, spreading them and leaning in close.

"Look at you," he whispers, his eyes flashing with hunger. "Already clenching those pretty legs."

All you can do is stare, your heart racing in your chest. It's like a switch went off and he's a completely different man. It's the sexiest he's ever been.

He leans back on his hands and grinds up between your thighs, not touching, just teasing, rolling his hips to the beat like it's second nature. His abs flex with every thrust, the motion sinfully slow, obscene in how controlled it is.

You gasp as he takes your leg and holds it up over his shoulder, his nose trailing along the side of your calf, all the way up to your thigh in your little booty shorts. You feel the ghost of his breath against your skin as he inches closer to your core, your head spinning.

You let out a soft whimper, a little helpless, breathy, already completely wrecked without even being touched yet, and Jungkook smirks.

"Sensitive tonight, baby?" he coos, sounding almost as if he feels sympathetic.

He rises slowly, straddling your lap without putting weight on you, and tilts your chin up with two fingers. "You missed Magic Mike," he whispers, his mouth barely brushing against yours, "but I promise they don't fuck like I do."

His cock presses against your stomach through the tight denim as he grinds against you, and you feel everything. His jaw clenches as he moves, slow, passionate thrusts against your body, rhythmically, deliberately, like he wants you to feel what's still to come.

"Been thinking about this all week. Thinking about how wet you'd get for me," he whispers, his eyes dark as they pierce through yours. "You wet for me right now, baby?"

You gasp, nodding frantically.

"Oh, you like that?" He licks his bottom lip, his nose brushing against your cheek. "Want me to show you how good this dick moves?"

He lifts your legs over his firm thighs, grips the back of your chair and thrusts forward, rolling his hips against your pulsing core, his jeans creating a delicious friction, his abs flexing with every movement.

It all feels so incredibly dirty in the best way possible.

He hisses through his teeth, never breaking eye contact. "Imagine if I was inside you right now. This deep. This slow. I'd fuck you so good, you won't remember your own name."

Your head tilts back, your lashes fluttering, feeling like you're on another planet.

"Fuck, look at you," he growls. "Already so needy for me and I haven't even kissed you yet."

"Then kiss me," you breathe, reaching out to touch his glistening chest.

He scoffs, leaning in closer, his breath teasing your lips. "Not yet," he whispers, wanting to get you a little more desperate. "Your show's just beginning."

You groan, growing impatient to have his mouth on yours.

He grins, leaning in to kiss your throat, your jaw, your cheek, never quite your mouth, his tongue just barely flicking the shell of your ear and you nearly combust.

"You still sad about missing Magic Mike?"

You shake your head slowly, looking dazed. "I take it back. I'm so glad I stayed home."

He laughs against your ear, then pulls back just enough to hook one arm behind your back and the other beneath your thighs, scooping you up like it's nothing. You gasp, gripping his shoulders as he lifts you and lays you down on the soft rug on the floor.

He starts crawling up your body, looking like a lion ready to attack. Your legs spread to make space for him and your hands slide up his chest as he leans down to kiss you, slow, deep, and filthy.

"Still think I'm ridiculous?" he murmurs against your lips.

"Yes," you breathe. "You're the sexiest idiot I've ever met."

He grins, taking your hands to lift them above your head, holding them in place against the rug. "Hold them there. No more touching."

"Baby—"

"Hold. Them. There."

You press your lips together and do as he says, feeling a jolt of excitement shoot all the way down to your pussy, your panties growing wetter at his firm tone.

"Yes, sir."

He grins. "Atta girl."

In a swift motion, he sits back and lifts one of your legs over his hip. He starts grinding at a deeper angle, his body rolling in slow waves, the cowboy hat tilted low to cover his eyes.

His grip tightens on your thigh as he rolls his hips, dragging the thick bulge of his cock against your clothed core at a maddening pace.

"Feel that, baby?" he murmurs, low and breathless, grinding with measured intent. "That's what you do to me. Just sitting there in that chair, looking so fucking good in those little shorts. I was hard the minute you sat down."

You whimper, your hands locked in place above your head, your thighs trembling from how close he is, how good it all feels.

He grins again, looking almost devilish. "You want more, don't you, baby?"

You nod, your lip trembling. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me..."

"Hmmm." He leans in, dragging his lips up along your throat, letting them rest just below your ear. "You gonna take it like a good girl?"

"Yes," you groan. "I'll be so good for you, baby."

"You always are," he breathes, licking a slow stripe up your neck. "My perfect girl."

He takes the cowboy hat off, revealing his messy hair, and places it on the coffee table next to him before turning his attention back to you.

"Arms up."

You do as he says and he starts pealing your t-shirt up over your head, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. His gaze drops to your bare skin like he's starved.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Always so fucking sexy."

His hands cup your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they're fully hard under his touch. Then he leans in, his warm mouth closing over one of your nipples with a soft moan.

You gasp, your back arching as he sucks and tugs on your nipple, his other hand massaging the other breast with reverence. His tongue flicks, circles, and teases the sensitive bud until you're trembling beneath him, your hands tangled in his hair.

"God, I love these titties. I could spend hours right here," he murmurs, switching sides.

You moan, your thighs rubbing together for relief, your pussy clenching.

Once he's satisfied, he starts moving lower. He kisses along your ribs, then your stomach. Slowly. Lazily. Like he has all the time in the world.

He tugs your shorts down harshly and tosses them aside, but when he reaches the waistband of your thong, he pauses.

"This pretty little thing…" he breathes, two of his fingers slipping down to rub your clit through the fabric. "You're already soaked through, baby."

You whimper, your back arching off the floor in anticipation and sexual frustration.

He doesn't take it off. He simply pushes your thighs apart, pulls your thong to the side and lowers his mouth.

One hot breath. One filthy groan. And then—

He spits.

A slow, wet string of his spit lands right on your pussy, mixing with your arousal and making your thighs shake. It's messy and tingly between your legs and all you want is some relief.

"Such a dirty girl," he murmurs, licking his lips. "Keep these legs open for me. Let me taste how bad you want it."

And then he dives in.

His tongue is ravenous. Licking long, slow stripes through your dripping folds, the tip of his tongue circling your clit before giving it a slow, hard suck.

Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure making your thighs shake and your toes curl as he sucks on your clit. He starts lapping at it, alternating between going fast and slow, gentle and intense.

He grips your thighs and spreads you open wider, the tip of his tongue trailing down to your entrance while his nose rubs against your swollen clit, fucking into you with obscene, wet sounds. He moans into your cunt like it's his favourite thing in this world.

You writhe on the floor, one hand gripping the rug beneath you, the other tangled in his hair. "Jungkook...fuck, baby...please—"

"That's it," he pants against your pussy, lapping through your folds to collect every drop of your essence. "Feels good, huh?"

He circles your entrance and slides two fingers inside your pussy, no warning, just thick and deep, curling perfectly against your inner walls while his mouth returns to your clit.

You choke on a moan. "Oh my...fuck..!"

His pace is relentless, his fingers pumping, tongue flicking, chin soaked. Your legs start to tremble harder and faster, your walls tightening around his fingers, your skin burning with an intense pleasure.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he growls.

You're so close. So close.

"Don't you dare hold back," he warns. "Be a good girl and let me taste it."

One more flick of his tongue and you cum with a cry, your legs locking around his head as you grind against his face, soaked and moaning like a desperate puppy in heat.

He licks your clit through your orgasm, helping you through the aftershocks, pulling his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth with a groan.

"Fuck," he pants, his chest heaving. "You taste so fucking good, holy shit."

He crawls up your body, his eyes dark and wild, his cock straining against his jeans, and kisses you. The kiss is messy and sensual, letting you taste your juices on his tongue.

"Ready for more?" he growls. "'Cause I'm not done with you yet."

You nod, your pussy throbbing after the intense orgasm.

He grins down at you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "Take it out for me, baby," he whispers, taking your hand to guide it to his bulge.

Your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, your hands shaking as you loosen it and pull the zipper down. He kicks off the jeans to free his cock. It's thick, and flushed, and already leaking precum down the shaft.

You moan just at the sight of it.

"Open your legs wider," he rasps. "Let me see that pussy."

You spread your legs for him and watch as he watches you, his eyes zeroing in on the mess he made of your pussy. He hisses, then wraps one hand around the base of his cock and starts pumping.

"Eyes on me," he rasps.

You're hypnotised, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He fists his cock from base to tip, his thumb teasing the leaking slit, his jaw clenched as he pleasures himself.

"You see how hard I am for you, baby?" he groans. "How fucking desperate I am to be inside you?"

You whimper. "Please, Kook. I need it so bad."

"Yeah? Legs up."

You lift your knees to your chest as he pushes forward, lining himself up with your soaked, pulsating entrance. He doesn't tease you like he usually does, doesn't ease in slowly. He drives forward in one deep, smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

You cry out, your hands flying to his shoulders.

"Too much?" he mutters softly, his hips stilling, waiting for the go-ahead.

You shake your head, your eyebrows furrowing at the fullness. "No...no, it's good. So good."

"That's my girl," he growls. "Gonna give it to you nice and hard."

He pulls back, then thrusts again, harder. Again. And again. The sound of your soaked pussy welcoming him back in is dirty, filling the room with every slap of skin against skin.

His forearms cage you in, his chest hovering above yours as he pounds into you relentlessly, sweat dripping from his temple, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You take me so fucking well," he groans. "God, you feel like heaven. Tight, perfect little pussy, made for me."

You moan loudly, your nails digging into his back. Your moans are drowned out by his lips on yours as he drives his cock into you, his hips snapping in perfect rhythm with the pounding bass of the music in the background. The sound of skin slapping echoes, but neither of you hears anything except each other, panting, moaning, gasping for air.

"I could stay here forever," he mutters lowly, his hips stuttering slightly as you start to clench around him. "You close, baby? You gonna cum again?"

You can barely think, all you can do is hold onto him like a lifeline as he pounds into you harder, deeper, the filthy rhythm of his thrusts sending you spiraling.

"Y-Yeah," you gasp. "Don't stop. Please...don't stop—"

He shifts just enough to hit that perfect spot, and you shatter without a warning, your legs shaking, back arching, cunt clenching around him like you're trying to drag him down with you.

"Fuck, that't it. That't it, baby, just like that. Good fucking girl."

You're still gasping through the aftershocks when Jungkook sits up, "Flip over for me."

You're barely coherent, but you roll over, cheek pressed to the rug, ass in the air. You don't even have time to breathe before his hand lands firmly against your asscheek.

You gasp out loud.

"Fuck!"

He palms your ass, groaning low. "So fucking perfect like this. You know how sexy you look with my handprint on your ass?"

You smile, wiggling back toward him.

He lands another slap against your ass, firm and sharp, just hard enough to make you whine.

"Always do good for me," he praises, dragging the head of his cock through your soaked folds from behind. "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing back against his cock. "I love it. I love you."

"Fuck, I love you too, baby," he breathes, then pushes into you again, deeper than before.

You're face-down, moaning like a prayer, fingers clenched in the rug as he fucks you in doggy, his hips snapping with precision. His fingers dig into your hips, his head thrown back as the pleasure pulses through his cock.

He fucks you into the rug, deep, fast, ruthless...when his eyes flicker to the coffee table.

The cowboy hat. Still sitting there. Taunting him.

You barely register his hips slowing down as he reaches over for the hat and places it on your head. You blink in confusion, feeling breathless and disoriented. "What are you—"

"Giddy up, baby," Jungkook grins.

The hat settles onto your head, big and ridiculous and slightly crooked, but you barely have time to laugh before he shifts behind you again.

His hand grabs the thin middle strip of your thong, twisting it around his fist and pulls. Not too hard, just enough to control it. Enough to use it like makeshift reins as he starts fucking into you like he's breaking in a wild mare.

Your moan breaks through a chuckle. "You are...s-so...s-stupid...fuck..!"

"And you're letting me do it," he growls, snapping his hips forward so hard you jolt. "You love it."

You can't argue, not when it feels this good, his cock dragging against every perfect spot inside you, his fist curling your delicate thong tighter.

"You look so good like this," he pants, watching the cowboy hat bounce with every thrust. "Bent over for me. Taking this fat cock."

You choke on a moan, the hat nearly falling off with the force of his thrusts.

He catches it with one hand, slaps your ass with the other, and keeps going.

"Keep it on," he growls, fucking you faster and deeper than before.

You're practically sobbing, overwhelmed and overstimulated and completely gone for him.

"Listen to you," he pants. "So cock-drunk. You want me to fill you up, baby? Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?"

"Yes...please...cum in me, Jungkook, please..."

He keeps going until he can't hold out any longer, then thrusts in deep, stays there, and empties himself in you with a guttural moan, his hips jerking as he paints your insides with thick, hot spurts of cum, pulling the thong taut as he jerks forward one final time.

You collapse forward, completely spent, his weight sinking down on top of you, both of you gasping and sweating and wrecked.

"Now do you still think I'm ridiculous?" he pants against your skin, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You smile, letting out a weak, breathless chuckle. "So fucking ridiculous."

"But hot, right?"

"…You might have outstripped Magic Mike."

He groans, burying his face in your neck. "Don't say that, I'll wanna go again."

You laugh until your stomach aches, your legs still shaky, your heart so full it could burst.

The living room is quiet now, save for the soft hum of the playlist still playing from the corner. The candles are still flickering, long forgotten, casting golden light over the mess you've both made of the rug. The rug that definitely needs dry cleaning in the morning.

And you? You're lying on your side, completely boneless, skin flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and your heart still hammering from the onslaught that was your husband's body. One leg is draped lazily over Jungkook's thigh, your head cradled in the crook of his arm as he breathes hard against your temple.

Neither of you speaks for a moment. You can't. You've been stripped, literally and emotionally, of all strength.

Then Jungkook shifts a little, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Hey."

You hum, your eyes still closed.

"You alive?"

"Barely."

He laughs, pulling you a little closer. "You feeling good?"

You finally blink up at him, your lips curved in the faintest, blissful smile. "You oiled your abs."

He snorts. "I did it for you."

"You're never topping that," you chuckle softly. "You peaked."

"I know," he sighs dramatically. "Everything from now on is just a footnote in the legacy of Cowboy Kook."

You both lie there for a little longer, just tangled up in each other, the tension of the performance fading into something soft and syrupy and full of love.

Eventually, Jungkook shifts and gives your ass a little pat. "Alright, my girl needs a bubble bath. And at least two types of snacks."

"I need a medal."

"That too."

He helps you to your feet, gentle, careful, his hands cradling your waist like you might break, and carries you bridal style to the bathroom with dramatic flair.

"I can walk," you chuckle.

"You've earned the full treatment," he grins, nudging the bathroom door open with his hip. "Queen service only tonight."

He sets you on the closed toilet lid while he runs the bath, pouring in your favourite bubbles without even asking, and grabs one of his clean oversized t-shirts from the laundry pile for you to wear after. You watch him, your chin propped in your hand, your heart full to the brim.

God, you love him so much it's stupid.

Once the water is ready, he helps you sink into the tub and then kneels beside it, trailing his fingers over the surface as you melt into the warmth.

"Need anything?" he asks with a soft smile.

"Maybe a new pelvis," you scoff, and he wheezes.

"You're welcome," he grins, leaning in to kiss your forehead before quickly padding out of the room.

A few minutes later, he's back with a glass of cold water and a plate of snacks. There's some cut up fruit, chocolate squares, and cookies he found in the pantry.

"For my lady," he announces proudly, offering you a strawberry like you're royalty.

You giggle as you take a bite, your eyes soft. "You know this is unfair, right? You can't give me a lap dance and then feed me snacks."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll have to marry you all over again."

He smiles, leans down to brush a kiss against your lips, then whispers, "Deal."

—

Later, when the bath is done and the snacks are eaten and your skin smells like lavender and chamomile, you both collapse into bed, clean, warm, exhausted, and wrapped around each other like the world outside doesn't exist.

Jungkook pulls the blanket up over your hips, one arm snug around your waist, the other tucked under your head as your fingers trace the faint outline of his tattoos on his bicep, Jungwoo's name written in little cursive letters.

You're close to falling asleep, limbs tangled, your face pressed to his chest. And just before sleep takes you completely, you mumble one last thing into his skin.

"Next time," you whisper, "you're wearing chaps."

Jungkook snorts, already planning another stripper playlist in his head.

"…Say less."

PART 2 || PART 4

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a little fic update:

i'm almost done with oll part 3 and y'alllllll !!!! the smut is smuttingggg 😩 i fear oll!jk is coming for tmhtl!jk's crown as the hottest jk on this blog (no shade to my man tmhtl!jk because that's pookie)

#fic: oll #kookooluvr

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computer science boy came by my house earlier to drop off a little goodie bag with my favourite chocolates and sweets and teabags and a cute little key chain he bought at some boba place 😭😭😭😭 he was like, "i wish i could kiss you but i know you feel gross so i guess i'll have to wait until you're better." ohh my sweet nerd boy how i adore you !!!!!!

hi my sweet angel babies 🥹🫶🏼 just stopping by to let y'all know that i've been a bit unwell lately but i'm writing in my free time while i recover. i miss interacting with all of you lovelies but i'll post more updates soon !!

#reblog #computer science boy #life update #kookooluvr

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kookooluvr · 2 days ago

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#life update #kookooluvr

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kookooluvr · 5 days ago

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my pretty princesses 🫶🏼🍧🎀🍥🌟

#these men are not good for my mental health #they're so hot it's actually INSANE #i wish we were a sandwich (me as the filling and them as the bread)#kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #kookooluvr

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kookooluvr · 8 days ago

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crying 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷

MY FUCKING BABIES

#reblog #bts #kookooluvr

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kookooluvr · 9 days ago

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THE OLL BANNER HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN CHANGED 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 2

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of life!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 3.6k

warnings: little junho gets sick for the first time, very mild angst, jk is in full panic-dad mode, mentions of illness and a high fever, a fussy toddler, jungwoo throws up on jk.

a/n: part 2 is here my lovelies !!! things are still a bit slow for the jeon family but i can assure you that it will start picking up soon 🫶🏼 i love you all and i hope you enjoy (and make sure to like, reblog, comment and shoot me an ask so we can talk about these cuties)

taglist: @khadeeeeej @yooniepot @lively-potter @yuniesluv @rpwprpwprpwprw @koosluvss @lovingkoalaface @vsr4197 @mimi1097 @soobinslay @vantelover1306 @123xxx0o @svnbangtansworld @dmblack7 @tropical-123 @blluee1128 @forelmst @kiyomi7 @kookooquette @madussthoughts @kskskskskskskskss @boraluv @slutty4jk @marisollll @senaqsstuff @euphorichaewon @cabr1171 @paradise172 @jkxlvrr @minyoonkissz @kawaiiisstuff @heyitsroshni @palomanazareth @matryoshka-poetry @jkaxl

SERIES MASTERLIST

Evening settles over the house like a blanket, cozy and familiar. The living room glows with the golden light of a single lamp in the corner, casting gentle shadows against the walls. The faint sound of the TV hums in the background, a rerun of something you've both seen too many times but keep on for comfort. Outside the windows, the sky has darkened, city lights flickering in the distance.

Dinner is warm on the table. Jungkook set it all out while you finished cleaning up Jungwoo's toy explosion in the hallway.

Now, the three of you are gathered around the table; you on one end, Jungkook on the other, and your son between you in his high chair, his tiny hands buried in a mess of mashed vegetables and steamed chicken.

But something feels…off.

You notice it first in the way Jungwoo moves. He's sluggish, not his usual bouncy self. He pokes at his food more than he eats it, dragging small fingers through his plate like he's painting. Usually this time of the evening is all noise and chaos, squeals, flying spoons, demands for "More rice, peese!"

But tonight, it's just quiet.

You set your chopsticks down slowly, your gaze narrowing as you study his little face. His cheeks are pink. It's not his usual healthy glow, but flushed. Too flushed. And his eyes, normally so wide and sparkling with mischief, look glassy and heavy-lidded.

"Woo?" you murmur softly, your chair scraping against the hardwood floor as you move closer to him. "Tell mommy what's wrong..."

Jungwoo doesn't answer. He blinks up at you slowly, a bit dazed, and then lets out a sudden, jerky sneeze. It's such a tiny sound, but it rattles through his whole body.

Jungkook, mid-bite, freezes. "Was that a sneeze?"

You nod, gently running your fingers through Jungwoo's soft hair. "Yeah. He's been kinda off today, but I figured maybe he was just tired. He didn't nap much."

Jungkook is already standing, abandoning his plate entirely. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought it was just a fussy day," you sigh, gently brushing your fingers across Jungwoo's damp forehead. "But he definitely feels warm."

Jungkook frowns, stepping in close, his brows pulling together with worry. "Let me feel."

You shift aside slightly as he crouches beside you, his hand reaching out to touch Jungwoo's forehead. The moment his palm rests against his son's skin, his eyes grow in size.

"He's hot," Jungkook mutters, sounding worried. "Like…hot-hot."

Jungwoo lets out a quiet whimper, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fists, then reaches his arms up without a word, clearly asking to be held.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate. He lifts him from the high chair with ease, pressing him close to his chest. The little boy immediately clings to him, his small hands fisting the collar of his father's t-shirt as he buries his flushed face against his neck.

The look on Jungkook's face makes your heart ache.

"He's never been sick before," he murmurs after a long pause, his voice softer now, a little shaken. "Not really. Not like this."

You nod, your hand finding Jungwoo's back, rubbing soothing circles as you lean your head against your husband's shoulder. "I know. He made it twenty-three months before his first real cold. That's a pretty good streak."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away. He sways slightly, instinctively rocking back and forth the way he does when Jungwoo's tired or fussy. But tonight, there's more urgency in it, more helplessness.

"Should we call someone?" he asks, turning to you. "Or take him in to the emergency room?"

You look up at him, reading the panic in his eyes. You know that tone, the one he uses when he's scared but trying not to be. It pains you to see both of them like this.

"We'll check his temperature first," you murmur gently, trying to stay calm. "See what we're working with. It could just be a mild fever. We don't need to panic yet."

Jungwoo coughs softly against Jungkook's shoulder, and the sound is small but sharp, like it shouldn't be coming from someone so little. His whole body tenses with it before he lets out a soft, tired sigh.

Jungkook presses his lips to Jungwoo's temple, his jaw tight. "I hate this."

You rest your head against his arm. "Me too, but he's gonna be fine, baby."

For a few long seconds, you just stand there, the three of you tucked into this tiny, quiet moment. Jungkook knows he'll be okay, and that colds and flues are completely normal, but his fatherly instincts make him want to strangle those germs for making his little boy sick.

"Okay," you whisper finally, gently stepping back. "Let's get the thermometer."

Your hands move quickly through the bathroom cabinet, grabbing the little baby-thermometer from the bin of supplies you keep on hand for exactly these type of moments. You hold it tightly in your palm as you walk back toward the living room, the weight of it suddenly feeling a lot heavier than it should.

Jungkook has settled onto the couch with Jungwoo curled up in his lap, his hand gently stroking up and down the little boy's back. Jungwoo's eyes are barely open, his flushed cheek pressed to Jungkook's chest, his breathing soft and stuffy.

"He's shivering," Jungkook murmurs with furrowed brows. "But he's sweating too. Is that normal?"

"It's his fever starting," you sigh, kneeling before him to take Jungwoo's temperature. "Let's see where he's at, okay?"

Jungkook nods, his eyes fixed on you as you gently pat Jungwoo's back. "Hey, my angel," you whisper, "Mommy's just gonna take your temperature real quick, okay? It won't hurt, I promise."

Jungwoo gives the softest whimper and slowly shifts in his father's arms, clearly uncomfortable but too tired to protest.

You slide the thermometer under his arm, gently cupping his cheek in your hand as you wait. Thirty seconds has never felt so long.

Jungkook is completely silent, his eyes trained on the little device like it's about to deliver a life-or-death outcome. His other hand keeps moving slowly over Jungwoo's back, soothing him in small, repetitive circles.

The thermometer beeps.

You pull it out and glance at the screen, and your breath catches in your throat.

"38.9," you mutter softly.

Jungkook's eyes snap up toward you. "That's...that's high, right? That's...that's definitely a fever."

You nod slowly. "Yeah. It's not dangerously high, but…it's definitely a fever."

Jungkook looks down at the small bundle in his arms, visibly rattled. "Shit."

"Hey," you sigh, resting your hand on his knee. "It's okay. It's a small fever. We'll keep him hydrated, give him some Tylenol. I'll call the paediatrician too, just to be sure."

"But what if it's something else?" Jungkook asks, his voice low and tight. "What if it gets worse? What if he throws up or his fever spikes overnight or what if—"

"Jungkook," you interrupt, staring into his big round eyes. "Breathe. We're gonna handle it, okay? Together."

He looks at you, and for a second, you see the fear behind his eyes, the kind that only exists in a dad who want nothing more than to protect his baby. But then he nods, tightening his grip around Jungwoo and pressing a kiss to his hair.

"Okay," he whispers. "Yeah, okay."

Jungwoo shifts in his arms, sniffling softly, a sleepy whine escaping his lips as he presses his face deeper into Jungkook's shirt.

You rub soothing circles along his back, watching his little body shiver once more. "I'll give him the medicine, then we can call Dr. Lee and she can advise us on what to do next."

Jungkook nods again, slowly rising to his feet with Jungwoo tucked tightly in his arms.

And just like that, your evening slips into something else entirely, no longer dinner and cartoons, but dim lights, whispered plans, and the quiet hum of stress pressed tight beneath your ribs.

—

The kitchen is quiet, except for the soft rustle of Jungwoo's cough and the low hum of the fridge. Jungkook paces across the room, holding your son tightly in his arms, his hand cradling the back of Jungwoo's head, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"He's still so warm," Jungkook sighs. "He's burning up, baby."

You measure out the Tylenol carefully, squinting at the tiny label like it might change if you read it enough times. "It's just the fever doing its thing. His body's fighting it off, Kook."

"Should I call Jimin?" Jungkook asks suddenly. "He's a nurse, he could help. Or...shit, should we just take him to urgent care?"

You pause mid-pour, glancing up at him. "If it gets worse, we will. But we already talked to Dr. Lee and she said to monitor him for now and stay calm, remember?"

Jungkook exhales shakily, gently bouncing Jungwoo as the toddler coughs into his shoulder. "He's never been sick. Not even once. I thought we were doing everything right."

"We are," you mutter firmly, walking over with the medicine. "Babies get sick, Jungkook. It doesn't mean we failed as parents just because he caught a cold."

"No, mommy," Jungwoo whines softly as you try to coax the medicine into his mouth, stubbornly turning his face away.

Jungkook sighs, gently rubbing his son's back. "Come on, buddy. Just a little bit. Help mommy out, okay?"

Jungwoo sniffles again, but this time, miraculously, takes the medicine without a fuss, swallowing with a pitiful, sleepy look before tucking his face back into Jungkook's neck. He's too tired to fight.

You stroke his back gently, pressing a soft kiss to his pudgy cheek. "There we go. You did so good, Woo-Woo."

Jungkook presses another kiss to the top of his head. "You're so strong, little man."

You rest your head against Jungkook's shoulder, your fingers brushing over your son's hair. "You both are."

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, his voice trembling just a little. "I just hate seeing him like this. He's so little. He doesn't even understand why he feels bad."

"I know, baby," you whisper. "I know."

You close your eyes for a moment, listening to the faint sound of the rain starting to fall against the kitchen window, the slow inhale-exhale of Jungwoo's congested breathing, the steady beat of Jungkook's heart despite his fear.

The night is just beginning but you'll face it together.

The clock on the microwave reads 12:03am.

The kitchen is dim, the overhead light casting a faint glow over you as you rock back and forth on your heels, clutching a flushed, groggy Jungwoo to your chest. His tiny arms are wrapped loosely around your neck, his forehead sticky against your skin, his body warm and heavy with his fever.

"Daddy…" he murmurs sleepily, voice hoarse and soft. "Where daddy go?"

Your heart clenches.

"He just went to get you some more medicine to make you feel better, baby," you whisper gently, kissing his forehead. "He'll be back really soon, okay?"

Jungwoo sniffles, his whole body curling in on itself as another wave of discomfort passes through him. "Want daddy, mommy…"

"I know, lovebug," you sigh, rocking him a little more. "Me too..."

Jungkook had left for the pharmacy forty-five minutes ago, thrown into full-on panic mode after you both realized the Tylenol supply ran out. He didn't even hesitate, just grabbed his keys, shoved on his sneakers, and practically sprinted to the car with a frantic, "Text me if he gets worse!"

You can picture it now, Jungkook in his wrinkled t-shirt, messy hair, shoulders hunched as he stalks the fluorescent aisles of the 24-hour pharmacy like a man on a mission.

You rub Jungwoo's back as he lets out raspy little coughs, whispering lullabies in his ear as he rests his head on your shoulder. You've already sang the Pororo theme song thrice and you don't think you have it in you to sing it a fourth time, but you do it anyway because it makes him smile.

Thankfully, a little while later, the front door opens with a soft creak and Jungkook stumbles in, arms full; a pharmacy bag in one hand and a blue dinosaur plushie in the other.

"Mission accomplished," he murmurs breathlessly, kicking the door shut with his foot. "Tylenol, saline spray, vapor rub, and...ta-da!"

He lifts the plush toy with a smile, knowing how much his son will love it. It's soft, floppy, and kinda ridiculous-looking. Jungwoo already has a million dinosaur plushies at this point, but your heart melts anyway at the look on his face.

"Dinothaur!" Jungwoo croaks out, his eyes wide, his voice cracking as he wriggles excitedly in your arms. "Dinothaur, daddy!"

Jungkook's expression practically melts as he rushes over and gently presses the dinosaur into Jungwoo's tiny hands.

Jungwoo clutches the toy to his chest and then promptly burrows into your neck again, mumbling something that sounds vaguely like, "Dinothaur friend."

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You're both exhausted and relieved to see him happy.

"Okay," he sighs, tossing the pharmacy bag onto the counter. "Let's try to give him the next dose of Tylenol and then maybe—"

A sudden noise cuts him off. A deep, guttural gurgle from Jungwoo's chest. He coughs and he sounds like he has some phlegm, so Jungkook rushes to get a piece of paper towel from the counter. He stands before you and holds the paper towel up to Jungwoo, waiting for him to cough again.

He does. He coughs enough to make him gag. Then, before either of you can react, Jungwoo abruptly lifts his head, opens his mouth and throws up.

Right onto his father.

Jungkook freezes, his arms held out in front of him as the warm, sticky mess slides down the front of his shirt. "You've gotta be kidding me, Woo."

You try not to laugh, you really do...but it slips out anyway.

Jungkook blinks at you, taking deep breaths. "Don't. Laugh. I'm gonna gag."

"I'm so sorry," you wheeze, "but you look like you lost a food fight with a toddler and applesauce."

Jungwoo groans softly against your chest, clearly dazed but no longer coughing. He seems to have gotten it all out, which was a lot.

Jungkook sighs dramatically, peeling off his shirt with two fingers. "I'm gonna clean up, then we're giving this guy a bath."

"You want me to handle it?" you offer gently.

"I'll help. I just need to get the smell of vomit off me," he grimaces as he walks off to the bathroom to throw his shirt in the laundry basket and rinse off at the basin.

You smile down at Jungwoo as he cuddles into your neck. "Thank you for throwing up on daddy and not mommy," you whisper, walking him to the en-suite bathroom.

You draw a warm bath while Jungkook comes to undress the toddler, who clings to his dinosaur plushie even as his arms are gently lifted through his pyjamas sleeves.

"Dinothaur take bath, daddy?" Jungwoo mumbles hopefully, his eyes fluttering up at his dad.

"Mr. Dinosaur can sit over here, bud," Jungkook says as he places the plushie beside the bath's faucet like it's on lifeguard duty.

The bath is a blur of soft giggles and sleepy sniffles. Jungwoo sloshes around half-heartedly, leaning into Jungkook's arms as you rinse his hair and gently wipe his face clean.

By the time you lift him out and wrap him in a warm towel, his eyes are already fluttering closed.

"Looks like he's finally winding down," Jungkook murmurs, brushing his fingers through his damp curls.

"Let's get him into some fresh jammies and let him sleep with us tonight," you whisper. "No way I'm letting him sleep alone tonight."

Jungwoo finds himself snuggled between the two of you in bed, freshly dressed in soft pajamas and baby powder. His blue dinosaur is tucked beneath one arm, a pacifier in his mouth, one chubby hand clutching the fabric of your pyjama top in his sleep.

He's warm, but not too warm. He's still sniffly and a little flushed, but a lot calmer.

Jungkook watches him for a long moment in the soft glow of your bedside lamp, his face unreadable.

"Hey," you whisper, reaching for his hand across your son's tiny body. "You okay?"

He nods slowly, then shifts closer, his fingers running through Jungwoo's hair. "I just…I didn't know I could worry this much. I thought I'd be the calm one. But tonight? I was totally freaked out."

"You weren't freaking out," you murmur softly. "You were being a dad. A good one."

He turns his palm upward and laces his fingers with yours. "You're amazing. The way you held it together tonight? I was losing it, and you just…you're so...you."

You shake your head, pressing your lips to the back of his hand. "We held it together. He needed both of us."

Jungwoo stirs in his sleep, letting out a soft snore as he shifts closer to you. The mere sight of him tugs at something fierce and tender in your chest.

Jungkook watches him like he's the most precious diamond in the world, propping his head up on his elbow. "He's gonna be okay, right?"

You nod. "He already is."

As the house finally goes quiet around you, just the soft snores of your son, the rhythmic hum of the white noise machine, and the feel of Jungkook's hand in yours, you let yourself close your eyes and breathe.

You're tired and a little emotionally drained, but you're thankful to have both of your boys with you as you drift off to sleep.

When you wake, the room is bathed in early morning light, pale gold spilling through the cracks in the curtains, painting faint shapes across the floor. You blink slowly, and for a moment, you don't move. You just breathe.

And then you feel it.

Warmth.

A soft, sleepy weight curled into your side.

You turn your head, your heart already full before your eyes even land on the sight that greets you.

Jungwoo is nestled against you, his cheeks still flushed but less so, his breathing slow and even. He's on his back now, one leg thrown across your waist, his arm laying over Jungkook's chest. His dinosaur is safe and sound beside him and his pacifier bobs gently with each exhale.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

He's okay. He looks a lot better as well.

A quiet rumble leaves Jungkook's lips as he starts to stir. His eyes are barely open, his hair a wild mess against the pillow, his face soft and vulnerable in the gentle light.

"Morning, baby," he rasps, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"Hey," you whisper, brushing a knuckle along his cheekbone. "You sleep okay?"

"Mmm, barely," he murmurs, but his lips tug into the faintest smile. "Didn't want to move. He was so peaceful, I didn't wanna disturb him."

You nod, your hand sliding into the mess of his hair. "He looks a bit better, hm?"

Jungkook shifts just a little closer, lowering his voice like he doesn't want to wake the toddler. "I still feel wrecked after last night. I can't believe he threw up on me. Feels like university days again."

You laugh softly, your eyes drifting down to Jungwoo. "He just needed to get it out."

You both fall silent for a moment, just watching him sleep. His little chest rises and falls with each breath, and every now and then, he lets out a tiny sniffle, followed by a soft sigh like he's just too cozy between his parents.

"Do you think he remembers any of it?" Jungkook asks softly, reaching over to tuck the duvet over Jungwoo.

"I doubt it," you murmur. "But he'll probably laugh when you remind him he threw up on you."

Jungkook snorts, his nose scrunching up at the thought, replaying it in his head. "I'm never wearing that shirt again."

"I already tossed it," you chuckle.

He laughs softly, full of affection. "You're the love of my life."

You smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Right back at you."

Jungwoo stirs between you then, releasing a dramatic little groan and rubbing one chubby fist across his face. His eyes flutter open, slow and sleepy. He blinks up at the ceiling, then turns his head toward Jungkook, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth.

"Hi, daddy," he mumbles, his voice soft and raspy.

Jungkook's face instantly crumbles into the softest smile you've ever seen.

"Hi, baby," he coos, reaching out to stroke Jungwoo's hair. "How's my little dino warrior?"

Jungwoo sniffles and holds up the blue plushie without a word. Jungkook leans over and kisses his forehead, then kisses it again, and again.

The little boy hums and turns over onto his side, facing you, his blue dinosaur snuggling up against his chest, and your heart almost bursts as you hold him close. "I hungry, mommy..."

"Want some pancakes, lovebug?"

He thinks deeply for a moment, his brows furrowed before he gives a little nod. "With banana."

"With banana, okay," you smile.

Jungkook groans as he stretches his limbs, pressing a last kiss to his son's cheek. "I'll get started. Coffee first, though. Please, God."

You giggle and pull him back to press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. "You earned it."

As he slips out of bed, muttering about caffeine and syrup, you curl around Jungwoo, his face snuggled into your chest. His body is still warm, still healing, but he's safe and sound.

The worst part is over, and even though your eyes are heavy and your limbs ache and the house is probably a mess after last night, your heart feels whole.

You'll deal with all of that later, but first, you hold him closer just a little while longer.

PART 1 || PART 3

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kookooluvr · 9 days ago

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‘our little life’ seems like a cute story but i think i’ll never read it because of the AI pic in the banner. you’re such a sweet person and a good writer so it was really disappointing to see that. not that i’m against every AI pic, but with his face in it and even with jk himself already saying he doesn’t like AI is kinda idk weird?

i respect that and i can't force you to read it because i myself am not a fan of using ai. i have never and will never use it for my writing so...there's that. i don't know if you're the same anon who sent the previous ask about ai but like i've stated before, i found that photo on pinterest and didn't make it myself. i also decided on the banner way before i received the first ask about ai and i said that i would make sure not to use any other ai photos again, but i kept that specific one only because i already decided on what i wanted for the banner and i wanted to stick with it for the rest of the series.

WITH THAT BEING SAID !!!!!! i completely understand the harm that ai does to the environment and i know that namjoon said recently that he hates ai (and i agree it can be incredibly harmful when it's used in the wrong context) and i respect you for telling me all this because it gives me a chance to reflect on it. at the end of the day, it's just a banner and it's not the end of the world if it's changed (that's directed more towards myself because i'm a bit of a perfectionist) and i would hate for you to stay away from my writing over a silly photo that can easily be replaced.

i'll make sure to update my oll banner 🫶🏼

#answered #fic: oll #kookooluvr

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