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gaemkyuu · 2 years

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Remind Me

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship!

Summary: According to her therapist, Hana is making amazing progress recovering from her traumatic experience, but she wishes she could say her relationship with her husband was too. She hopes that this forced vacation courtesy of Taehyung and Jimin might fix the tension between them.

Warnings: Major insecurities after a traumatic event, mentions of past rape, mentions of therapy, relationship problems, workaholic, swearing, HEAVY SMUT. LIKE BASICALLY ALL SEX. Happy ending tho (kinks include: overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, oral, breeding/pregnancy)

A/N: Part four of a 5 part mini-series, in which each section focuses on a particular season in their lives. Thank you for the nice messages :) Hoping you like this one too!

Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

The rest of Bangtan made it a point to deal with Zhou Yi and his actions towards Hana. They had the Japanese Heiress create temporary settlement documents after they had made her aware of what transpired. The Heiress, forever grateful to Hana for giving her an escape from marriage with Zhou Yi, complied willingly and sent her multiple get well gifts. Zhou Yi was dealt with according to his father Zhou Fan, and they assured Bangtan that there would be no further incidents. They didn’t think it was enough, but they settled for now, knowing that in due time Zhou Yi would get his just desserts. He already was dealing with a tarnished reputation as the Japanese Heiress went to the press about him. With his father disowning him, he had very little left.

Hana made a smooth recovery after the kidnapping incident and was back to work in no time, even if the three Kim brother’s insisted she take some more time off. She had been seeing a trauma therapist, Jungkook occasionally joining her at the sessions he could. Her parents had visited her and Jungkook after hearing about it, spending some needed quality time with the couple. However, their relationship wasn’t as strong as it was before the kidnapping. Jungkook had become more overbearing and while Hana didn’t mind it when she was recovering, she grew wary of it when she was healed. He would still try to prepare food for her and encourage her to move as little around the house as possible, going so far as to hire a maid and have food delivered for her when she got home from work. They fought quite a bit about her returning to work, compromising only when Hana agreed to have someone escort her to and from work, while having a guard nearby or outside of her office. She begged her husband to tone down his need to take care of her, insisting that she was fine and that things could go back to normal. She loved her husband dearly, but she began to feel more and more suffocated, so she asked for him to stop coming to her therapy sessions to have some privacy.

That didn’t go over well with Jungkook. While he didn’t protest her request, it did hurt him that she wanted him to stop coming. He didn’t tell her or even mention anything about it, understanding that maybe this was something she wanted to do on her own. Instead, he focused on other things he could do so that she would focus more on recovering. For a while after the kidnapping, doctors had recommended that they abstain from being intimate until the tearing and injuries that Hana has sustained could heal. It was a lot for her to handle knowing that she was raped and couldn’t handle it, hence the therapy. He didn’t see it as overbearing and no one else pointed anything out to him, so he didn’t see a problem with it. When they weren’t at home in each other’s company, everything seemed like it had gone back to normal, but their friends were noticing the slight unusual behavior when they were apart. For example, Jungkook was at the gym more and it was easier to aggravate him, while Hana didn’t seem as confident as she normally was.

“Okay, spit it out,” Taehyung groaned, shutting the laptop on her desk and sitting on the corner of it. Hana didn’t expect her two best friends to barge in and just stop her from working. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you?”

“Tae, there’s no need to be so crass” Jimin chastised as he walked around the other side, glaring at him. Clearly they had a plan that Taehyung chose not to follow. “We’ve noticed that you haven’t been yourself lately”

“And not in the ‘I’m a walking example of trauma’ but more in a ‘there’s something going on that I refuse to acknowledge or deal with and not even therapy could save me’ kind of way” Jimin slapped him upside the head, scolding him for being so rude.

“In a not so rude way, but yes. We’ve noticed that you’re holding something back” Jimin sighed, pushing back a few strands of hair behind her ear, stopping to caress her cheeks and stare deeply into her eyes. To some, Jimin’s actions would seem inappropriate as she was married, but they understood he meant nothing by it. It was the way they showed each other their platonic but deep relationship. Plus, Jimin acted this way with everyone, so it wasn’t like it was weird or unordinary.

“I just... I haven’t been feeling like myself, y'know?” she confessed knowing that there was nothing she could hide from the two of them. They would keep digging and digging until they were convinced that there was nothing left to dig for. “It’s not because of the kidnapping, I hardly think of it anymore, but I guess I’ve been more and more frustrated with Jungkook,” she sighed, thinking about their fight over what she ate for breakfast. She didn’t want to eat anymore, her appetite gone after he physically watched her eat each bite. However, he insisted she eat more, causing her to abruptly leave the table and shove her plate in the sink, not bothering to kiss him goodbye or say goodbye.

“When was the last time you guys fucked?”

“Taehyung!”

“Ahem, sorry. Let me ask this again because Jimin apparently didn’t use this word when we were last drinking,” he scoffed, clearing his throat and pronouncing his next sentence slowly and clearly. “When was the last time you had sex?” he blinked at her curiously, watching her face flush at such a personal question. She opened her mouth but no words came out. “Hm. I knew it” he replied, pulling out her side drawer to take a piece of gum from her hidden stash.

“Is that it? Your lack of intimacy?” Jimin asked in amazement, surprised that Taehyung had got it on the first question. Still, Hana struggled to answer back because as much as she wanted to protest, it was really true.

“Think about it. Jungkookie has been at the gym more often and taking showers before going home. Long showers in the private suite I might add” he blew a bubble to emphasize his point. “It’s the typical guy thing to do. He has blue balls”

“He has blue balls?! What about me?!” Hana slapped her hand over her mouth, hating the fact that of all the comments made today, that was the one she answered to. Taehyung smirked at her wiggling his eyebrows and Jimin sighed at his partner’s behavior. “Okay, yes. We aren’t having sex and it’s bothering me” she sighed, hiding her face in her hand.

“Clearly you're both not masturbating enough” again, popping a bubble he blew, Hana envious at how nonchalant he could be about this topic. “I mean, I have a healthy masturbation schedule” Jimin and Hana both gagged at his personal information. They were open with each other about this stuff, but sometimes Taehyung didn’t know where to draw the line.

“Have you asked him to have sex lately?” Jimin asked, refocusing on the topic at hand. She shook her head no, looking away, confirming that there was something much more complicated about the situation. “Then what is it?”

“I’m afraid to ask because I’m scared he’ll say no” she bit her lips, tears lining her eyes. “I mean I get it, we stayed away from it so I could recover and be in a better headspace, but when I felt fine, he kept avoiding it” the two men gave each other a concerned look understanding this was more than sexual frustration.

“I guess it doesn’t help with the enhanced security, does it?” Jimin empathized, rubbing soft circles on her back. She could feel the tears threaten to fall, but she quickly blinked them away. She didn’t like to cry at work.

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it Hana?” Taehyung was a lot softer with his voice. His caring nature presented itself in the forefront, but still needed to be bold. “You can tell us, we won’t judge or tell him” she bit her lip, hesitant to say it outloud because then she would be admitting the truth she was afraid to face.

“I’m just scared it’s because he doesn’t want me that way anymore, y’know?” she whispered, her tears finally spilling over as she quickly tried to wipe them away. The two came and embraced her in a group hug and Hana began to sob.

“Banana, you know that isn’t true right?” Jimin frowned, squeezing her shoulder. She didn’t reply and just looked away. What else was she supposed to think?

“Han, Kookie loves you so much. Trust us. He is smitten by you” Taehyung insisted, pulling her out of her seat into another hug, just the two of them. Again, she just sniffled into his shoulder, not saying a single word. It wasn’t like Jungkook looked at her with disgust or she thought he was cheating, but it didn’t help that anytime their kissing would get a little heated or hands would roam his body, he would pull away with a soft sad smile. It was thought every time she tried and got close to him, he would tense up and shut it down.

“You know what I think you both need?” Jimin piped up, eyebright and mischievous. The two looked at him, Taehyung obviously catching on, but Hana a little apprehensive of the look in his eyes. “You two need a vacation! Just the two of you!”

“That’s a great idea! Where no one can interrupt you!” Taehyung whipped out his phone and started texting his older brothers.

“Yes! Where you guys can work things out and you can’t walk away from each other!” Jimin did the same, but he was looking for flight bookings.

“The private island!” Taehyung exclaimed, high fiving Jimin. “Okay! Both of your schedules are cleared for the next two week!” His boxy smile was wide and bright, childlike even.

“Tickets are booked and you leave in the morning!” Jimin’s smile rivaled Taehyung’s.

“You guys can’t just wipe our schedules and buy us flights! I have so much work to do and I’m sure JK does too!” Hana protested, a knot in her stomach beginning to form.

“We just did,” winked Taehyung at Hana’s eye roll. “Everyone’s fine with it! Plus, it’s not like you’re leaving in the busy season!” He did have a point. If there was a time to take a vacation, it would be now. Still she wasn’t completely open to this plan of theirs.

“What about therapy? I can’t just stop going” Jimin looked at her confused and Hana knew she was going on this impromptu trip whether she wanted to or not.

“It’s called video conferencing?” Jimin sighed, shaking his head lightly before putting both hands on her shoulders and holding her at arm's length. “Hana, this trip will do you both good. If you fight, then you fight. You two aren’t talking to each other because you’re both too distracted with what’s going on around you.” Hana frowned, knowing she couldn’t argue with Jimin. “The only thing that is planned is your flight to and from. You’ll both be staying at the family property and there is no one on the island! Maintenance will have fixed everything and food will be stocked prior to your arrival. It’ll just be time for the both of you”

Jimin and Taehyung had a point. They needed to talk. No distractions. It’ll fix everything. Right?

When Jungkook arrived home that evening, he was exhausted and didn’t expect to find Hana in the kitchen cooking. He had ordered food for the both of them and sent Hana a text that she should eat without him, but he saw the takeout still in its bag, abandoned on the kitchen counter. He was pleased to hear her humming and dancing to a tune in her head. For a moment, he watched her in silence, admiring the view of his beautiful wife in his clothing. He liked Hana at her simplest. While he did swoon when she was dressed to impress, he fell in love with her simple side. Sweat pants, baggy t-shirts and her hair thrown up in a bun, a side of her she rarely showed anyone. It showed that she was comfortable and able to be vulnerable.

“Someone’s in a good mood” he whispered, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arms around from behind her. “You know I ordered us food right?” she hummed thoughtfully but continued to work on the Ramyun that was bubbling away in the pot.

“Correction. You bought me food and you a snack” she sighed, turning to face him, concerned filling his face at her displeased look. “Where have you been?” she asked, glancing at the clock.

“Just at the gym. Felt a lot of tension that I needed to work out, but from what I hear, you and I have the next two weeks off and are leaving in the morning” he deferred the conversation, knowing that it would lead to another argument, something that he didn’t want to do. Picking up on this, Hana didn’t push any further, turning off the stove and placing the noodles in two separate bowls. “It’s smells delicious babe”

“Thanks, love. You know, you could come home to this more often if you’d let me” she sighed, giving him a peck on the cheek and grabbing her bowl as she walked over to their kitchen counter. Jungkook picked up his bowl, sitting beside her and helping her take out some of the takeout he ordered for her. He was glad that the food wasn’t getting wasted, but he knew she wasn’t too happy about the delivery he made. “Do you need help packing?” small talk. They never usually resorted to small talk. They normally told each other about their days or something they found interesting. It wouldn’t be weird for them to talk about a dream he had and try to interpret and analyze it, but it seemed like the conversations between them were mundane now, as if they were walking on eggshells.

“I would like your help” he smiled and she choked on a noddle briefly, caught off guard by his answer. “Maybe you could pick some of my outfits for me?” He looked at her hopeful, knowing how much she loved styling him and dressing him up. “Maybe I can pick out a few cute dresses for you to wear too?” she nodded her head slowly, her eyes still wide in shock.

It wasn’t the reply he wanted, but it was a start. Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok had called him out for lunch that day and confronted him about the way he was acting. He didn’t know that it had been obvious, but the fact that the oldests of the group were talking to him about it, meant that it was serious. Jungkook confessed with how much pent up aggression and energy he had, not understanding why he had felt this way. He thought that maybe it was because she was growing distant or that there was something she was going through, but he just wasn’t sure. He told them that they had been snippy with each other at home, recounting how she behaved that morning. It wasn’t until Yoongi pointed out that he was sexually frustrated did Jungkook understand how he really felt. They had told him about Jimin and Taehyung’s plans, emphasizing that he took this opportunity to fix things between the two of them. Their dynamic was off and the married couple was the cause of it. They wanted to take care of it before it got to the elders in Bangtan.

In truth, Jungkook didn’t know how to act around Hana. She acted like the kidnapping never happened and was mostly back to her usual self. He thought she was trying to convince him that she was fine but was really suffering on the inside. He grew even more suspicious when she asked him to stop coming to therapy and tantrumed over the smallest things. Sure, he had taken his own needs and sought comfort in his hands, but he couldn’t ask her to be intimate. What if he triggered a memory or caused a panic attack? He couldn’t hurt her like that, especially not while they were being intimate.

After supper, they cleaned the dishes together and set about to pick out clothes for their trip. For the first time in a while, the two were genuinely enjoying their time laughing and joking, creating outrageous outfits and taking way longer to pack than necessary. It even resulted in a mini fashion show where they would put on ugly outfits and strut up and down their walk in closet. As they fell asleep that night, the two were cautiously hopeful that this trip would really help them figure out how to move forward from here.

But of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

They had left without a hitch, flying out from the airport fine and then boarding a private jet to take them to their private island. For once, it felt like everything was back to normal. They were cuddling, joking and enjoying each other’s company... Until Jungkook got a call from his family’s company about several problems they ran into through one account that needed to be dealt with right away. Hana understood as her husband looked at her apologetically, as she could’ve had to do the same thing. The only bonus being a ‘Kim’ was that since her beloved cousin and friend planned the whole thing, no one would be contacting her for any reason. Hana was confident the Kim brothers could handle the company for two weeks and completely trusted their judgment. However, the calls didn’t stop on the flight. They continued sporadically throughout the first week of their trip, often lasting around an hour, followed up by Jungkook having to work on his laptop. That meant Hana was off doing things on her own as Jungkook watched from the deck or living room of the palazzo on the island.

She didn’t mind the alone time, but she did wish that this had turned out differently. She had finished her third canvas, humming in displeasure at how many canvases were left. Originally, they were going to paint and surprise each other with their paintings, but the one Jungkook started remained unfinished due to his obligations. While she could pick up another book, she had read 5 at this point, she didn’t want to just sit around. The weather was hot off the Australian coast and the water looked inviting. Over breakfast, Jungkook promised that they would go swimming together and he would not work past 10 am, but it was now 1 pm. She really wanted to wait for her husband to go swimming, but at this point the heat was getting worse and the air conditioning in the palazzo wasn’t as satisfying as it should be. Setting down her painting, she quickly turned around and knocked on the windows that overlooked the deck from the dining room where her husband sat on the phone, again. She motioned and mouthed to him that she was going for a swim, but ultimately grew frustrated by the continuous mouthed ‘what’ from him, saying ‘screw it’ in her mind and dropping the wrap she wore over her bathing suit, walking to the private beach.

As she turned around, Jungkook’s jaw dropped at her gorgeous figure, watching her hips sway unintentionally as she moved. The sun made her look more radiant, something he didn’t think possible and as the water glistened on her skin, he felt the heat between his legs intensify. “Mr. Jeon? Sir?”

Jungkook fumbled with his phone, swallowing hard and clearing his throat. “Yes, that’s fine. Do what you need to do” thank God this wasn’t a video conference, otherwise they would be able to see how flushed his cheeks were. “Is there anything else?”

“No sir. We will contact you once we have more information,” Jungkook hung up the phone promptly and looked at the time on his watch, sighing in frustration at how he lost track of time. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be working, but with his luck, of course there had been a serious issue with an account. When the four told him that he needed to take advantage of the trip and use his time purposefully, he knew they would be very upset if they found out. Hell, he was sure they already knew, but as the only person who could take care of the Jeon’s security corporation, he had to answer and field all the calls. No one had contacted either of them, but he was sure Hana was texting Jimin updates. If Jimin knew, Taehyung knew and if Taehyun knew, the oldest four knew. So it didn’t come as a surprise that after he ended the call with his associate that a text notification popped up on his phone.

RM: Seriously? The account can wait. Put your foot down and stop working. You’ve already been there for a week.

He scratched his head in frustration and slammed his computer shut, knowing Namjoon was right. Sending off a quick text to his associates, he chucked his phone on the couch and stripped his clothing to join his wife. Jungkook didn’t hate hot weather, but he wasn’t excited when the humidity slapped him in the face when he opened the french doors. He enjoyed the warmth but he hated the sticky feeling that came when the air was humid and was looking forward to the refreshing ocean water. He grimaced slightly as he jogged down to the beachfront thinking about how long Hana had been stooping in this weather, waiting for him. She loved hot weather and sunshine, but hated what the humidity did to her hair. While he was sure she enjoyed the sunlight and clear skies, she probably grumbled about the frizziness of her hair multiple times. She faced away from him in the ocean, lost in thought as she stared out at the endless sea and the other islands off in the distance, that she jumped when her husband wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder, gazing out at what she was looking at.

“I am now” she smiled, pulling away to kiss him on the lips. “Everything okay? You’ve been pretty stressed since we got here”

“Things kinda went south with a big account and we’ve been trying to negotiate to fix it quickly.” He frowned, going over the situation in his mind. “That wasn’t the stressful part though,” he kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. She looked at him curiously but blushing at their proximity, lips near touching, noses grazing one another’s. “Knowing that I have a Goddess of a wife in front of me, looking as alluring as you do, that I couldn’t get to because of work? That was stressful” he tenderly kissed her lips in apology for wasting a week of their vacation. His grip around her waist tightened and Hana made the move to deepen their kiss, something Jungkook willingly accepted. They floated there in the water, indulging in each other's lips, ignoring the world around them, so she naturally moved to the next stage, letting her hand wander towards his swim trunks.

Jungkook tensed at the gesture, remembering showering with Hana shortly after the kidnapping and the pain her intimate areas were in. He remembered how she cried thinking her body was ugly and he felt nauseous at the bruises that littered her skin so close to her intimate areas. He broke the kiss, slightly panicked and pushed a very confused and hurt Hana away. He regretted it immediately, slightly panting from their makeout session, as he saw the look on her face. He couldn’t put his thoughts into words as he watched her face become sadder at his silence.

“I’m sorry” she apologized, pulling away and putting distance in between them. “I should’ve known that you were just taking a quick break from work. I didn’t mean to distract you from it.” She refused to look him in the eyes. She didn’t want to hurt herself any further and regretted going on this entire trip. He didn’t want her that way right now, but who’s to say he’d ever want her like that again. She worked really hard in therapy to work on healing from the trauma of the kidnapping, but the seeds of doubt were planting themselves in her heart again.

She was dirty. Used. Soiled by another man. Off putting to her husband.

Their silence grew awkward, Jungkook still silent, not able to utter what he was really thinking. Hana took this as a sign to swim back to shore and he followed her without protest, not sure what to do either. As they exited the water, they headed towards the deck in silence and toweled off, Hana wrapping hers around her body, feeling self conscious in front of her husband. He knew he had to say something or do something. He didn’t want her to apologize. It wasn’t her fault. It was his. He opened the door for her, following her and taking a deep breath.

“Hana?” He was happy that she turned around right away, a small look of hope in her eyes and he knew this was his last chance. “I’m sorry, I-” his phone’s ringtone started blaring in the room, making the both of them jump. Hana walked away crestfallen, knowing he probably had to and would take the call. Jungkook watched as she walked away up the stairs, glancing between her and the screaming phone. He huffed out a heavy sigh, knowing that the moment was gone and that it might be for the rest of the trip. He moved to answer his phone, making a point to yell at whoever was on the phone about disturbing him while he was away. He didn’t see the tears streaming down her face as she walked away from him, or how she turned the shower faucet to its hottest setting, stripping her bathing suit to only sit on the floor of the tub to weep. She didn’t know that he was downstairs yelling at his associates for disturbing him. She only knew what the darkside of her mind was whispering to her.

Hana felt awful and broken. She knew none of this was her fault but that’s what made it worse. She didn’t asked to be kidnapped or raped. She didn’t ask for another man’s hands to leave imprints of abuse that didn’t go away for weeks. She didn’t want to put her husband through the healing process of her trauma. She was helpless and her world was quickly spinning out of control. If Jungkook didn’t want her, who’s to say he wouldn’t leave her? Hana wanted so badly to convince herself that these whispers were absurd, but she couldn’t help but listen to them. It was so much easier to cave in and weep, than stay strong and convince herself that the reality of it all was different. She read somewhere that when the intimacy in a relationship no longer exists or fades, oftentimes the relationships end with it. The only thing that truly kept the tiny pieces of her broken heart together was that he kissed her today. He had followed after her today. He was sorry for being away from her... but why did he pull away?

Jungkook entered the bathroom hesitantly, quietly and slowly. He knocked twice on the door but there was no reply. As he tried his best to see through the steam, his heart ached when he heard the barely audible whimpers and sobs above the running water in the shower. As he slowly approached the shower, he saw Hana’s naked figure, curled up with her knees close to her chest, sobbing into them. He saw how badly she was shaking and weeping the closer he got to the shower, knowing he was to blame and he decided he wasn’t going to tip toe any more. He almost ripped the shower door off its hinges, but he had to get to her. He picked her up and cradled her on his lap as he sat on the shower bench. She tried to push him away and escape him, but he held her firmly in place, kissing every part of her that he could and whimpering his apologies. Still, she tried to fight him and put all her effort into leaving the glass cubicle that was filled with steam.

“Let me go!” she cried, beating his chest, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry my love. Please stop” he begged, but she didn’t listen. He didn’t want to use his actual strength on her, but started to use more and more of it the harder she fought.

“You didn’t want me then, so what makes you want me now?!” she screamed, the slap to his cheek echoed in the shower. Hana didn’t mean to do it, she lost control. Jungkook didn’t see it coming, but he deserved it.

“What do you mean?” he asked, completely ignoring her actions, now that she was still.

“I’m dirty” she whimpered, biting her lip and looking down. “You don’t want me like that anymore because I’m used” she buried her face in her hands, weeping into them as the dam overflowed once again. “That’s why you won’t sleep with me or cuddle with me or why you make people watch me all the time” she sobbed, but was surprised to suddenly feel lips on hers. Jungkook was kissing her deeply, eyes closed and holding her close. He caressed her face with one hand and a tight grip around her hip with the other. This was much more passionate than what happened in the ocean, it was desperate and apologetic. She moaned softly as his tongue traced her bottom lip and she welcomed him into her mouth. She didn’t have the energy to meet him and part of her didn’t want to get invested like she did earlier today, but it felt different and she was having a hard time fighting it. He broke the kiss and wrapped both of his hands on her ass, one on each cheek, keeping his face close to hers.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” he growled, angry that she would think of herself in that way. He wasn’t angry at her, but angry at whoever put that thought in her head and made her believe it. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again,” she gasped as he squeezed her ass hard at the end to emphasize his point, nodding to show she understood. He moved to start kissing and sucking on her neck, undoubtedly leaving marks for others to see. “I’ll never not want you. You’re mine.” he ground his hips up against her mound and she could feel how hard he was. “I’m going to show you how bad I fucking want you” she whimpered, this time in pleasure, as he stood them both up, shedding his swim trunks and capturing her lips for another deep kiss. This time, he let his hands grope her body, eager to show her how much he truly did want her.

Jungkook pressed her against the shower wall, breaking their kiss and starting a trail towards her core. Hana could only bite her lip and let out the occasional sound of pleasure. She still had doubts, but as the pleasure increased, she lost herself in the moment. Her husband lifted each knee over his shoulders as he knelt on the tiled floor of the shower, kissing each inner thigh and looking up at her. Her face was flushed and he could see she was still unsure, so he waited for any kind of sign that she wanted to continue. As badly as he wanted to show her, she had to consent to what they were about to do. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if she felt forced into doing this. “P-please... I want you” she whimpered and he dove into her core. The sound of the shower became background noise as he licked and lapped at her mound, her own hands tangling in his hair as she became increasingly vocal about the pleasure he was giving her. He ate her away hungrily as he was starved from abstaining in this type of intimacy for so long. He alternated between teasing her clit and poking his tongue into her, fucking her with his mouth as much as possible. She felt her thighs begin to tremble, a familiar feeling in her core rising and intensifying. “I’m gonna cum!” she breathlessly cried, gripping her hands more firmly in his hair as she reached the precipice of her climax. As she cried out in release, he didn’t stop. Jungkook continued his oral ministrations with vigour, stimulating her as she became over sensitive, her hands starting to pull his face away. He gently let her knees off his shoulders, careful to watch her balance in case her legs were too weak from the pleasure. When he was sure she could stand, he rose to his own feet and kissed her once again.

“Such a good girl. You came so hard for me didn’t you? You missed my mouth on your pussy?” she nodded breathlessly as he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck. Hana was still panting and dazed from her orgasm, but she knew her body wanted more and she knew that Jungkook wasn’t done. They didn’t have the kinkiest sex life, but to say it was vanilla was untrue. She loved it when he took total control in the bedroom, focusing on her pleasure and turning her into a total mess. He loved it when she completely submitted to him, her whimpers and moans of pleasure, occaisonally expressing praise of how good he made her feel turning him on. Jungkook loved feeling how wet Hana was still, and Hana gasped in pleasure when he ran his fingers through her folds. She was trying her best to stay standing, but she was still so sensitive from the first climax that her legs felt a little shaky. “Oh? Are your legs tired baby?” It was a rhetorical question because Jungkook immediately pulled her into his lap as he sat on the shower bench, her back pressed to his chest and her legs parted on either side of his. She could feel his hard cock pressing up against her and wanted him inside her. So she tried to grind her hips into him, but he chuckled kissing up her neck again. “Are you needy baby? Does my good girl need my cock?” she nodded, eyes closed and trying to shift her position, but he stopped her. “Not yet my love. I’m going to show you how wrong you are” a shiver ran up her spine as he trapped her arms with his own and reached one hand down to gently stroke her folds. “I want to make you cum so much that you only think of me. I’m the only one who can do this to you. You’re mine”

Hana gasped as he inserted one finger inside her, gently pumping it in and out, causing her head to fall back against his shoulder. Jungkook nibbled on her ear, neck and shoulder, occasionally giving her small kisses. He was gentle, mindful that she was sensitive, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to ramp things up. He never wanted her to feel unwanted or dirty ever again and he knew this wouldn’t fix everything, but he knew it would make a point. They had both been sexually frustrated and while for him, it turned into masturbating and going to the gym more, he didn’t realize that for Hana it was causing a downward spiral. He didn’t know that his idea of her “wanting space” were actually signs of her insecurities in their relationship, something they both worked so hard to make sure never happened. In trying to let her heal, he was really pushing her away and making it harder for her to move on. She took to the therapy well, but it was him that was the missing piece she needed to fully move on.

“M-more. Baby please” she was fully blissed out resting her head on his shoulder, whimpering for more. He kissed her forehead and inserting a second finger inside her, fondling her breasts. Hana was fully aware that if Jungkook really wanted to, he could turn her into putty within minutes using his fingers, but it meant more to her that he was taking his time. While he had been a little more aggressive and forward when he was eating her out, he wanted to really work her up and push her over the edge, taking his time and paying attention to every part of her body. It gave her time to really feel him and melt into him, savouring the pleasure rather than indulging in it. She loved the little kisses and nips to her neck, or how he gently massaged her breast, grazing over her sensitive nipples from time to time. They continued like this, the steam dissipating from how long the shower had been running, exposing their lewd acts to the room around them. Jungkook felt the change in temperature slowly creeping in, so he moved to pump three fingers in and out of her, increasing his pace and playing with her nipples more. “JK... I-I...” he loved how her brow furrowed and she bit her lip, unable to get her words out and chasing her pleasure. He felt her angle her hips more into his hand, slightly grinding into it.

“Just a little longer baby. Think you could be a good girl and hold it?” she nodded, wanting to please him to but also knowing that the pleasure would be that much more intense if she listened to him. “That’s right babe. Grind into my hand, let my fingers fuck you” she moaned at his words, following his directions. “I want you to cum so hard that you squirt into my hand. I wanna make you feel so good” he smirked as her core tightened around his fingers when he said that. Her legs began to tremble again and her breathing increased, indicating that she was right about to fall over. “Good girl, hold it for me okay? Don’t let go just yet” she nodded rapidly, fighting off her orgasm and listening to her husband. He didn’t make it easier on her though as he moved his hand away from her chest and rolled her sensitive bud while increasing the pace of his fingers. She tried to take deep breaths, but the feelings were becoming too much. She couldn’t articulate her current state and desperation to cum, but he knew by the sudden increases of incoherent noises that left her mouth and how her body began to shake that she was holding back and ready to cum. “Look at you baby, shaking and so ready to let go” he teased, increasing how fast he rubbed her clit, matching pace with his other hand. “Do it baby. Cum for me” he whispered, letting go of her clit and wrapping it around her body as she shook and convulsed from her orgasm. He finger fucked her through her high, holding her close to his chest and feeling the liquid rush into his hands and spill out onto the tiled floor beneath them.

He gradually slowed down his thrusting as she panted and became completely limp in his arms. He kissed her forehead and supported her weight to bring her body under the warm shower head, the scalding temperature now gone. He gently washed her intimate areas with the luffa and body wash, setting her down for a quick moment so that he could wash his body quick. He didn’t bother getting their hair wet as he knew they would wind up in here afterwards, still not done with her. Hana was in a daze as she watched her husband quickly wash off and pick her up, wrapping her in a soft towel. He was mindful of how he patted her dry, knowing that she would be sensitive from their shower escapade, something she appreciated. While her body felt tingly and sensitive, her mind felt light and satiated, still craving for his touch and to be smothered by him.

Jungkook layed her onto their bed, pulling the sheets over them as he snuggled in close to her. He had no intentions of putting clothes back on in this moment, noting that being naked infront of each other outside of sex was just a way to be vulnerable with one another. He also didn’t want to hurt Hana with his horniness and need to show her how much he wanted her, so he cuddled up against her, letting her rest her head against his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. His heart swelled whenever she would try to snuggle closer to him or press her cheek into his chest more. Hana was on cloud nine, all previous doubts in her mind gone. Jungkook had put her pleasure before his own, had made sure that this was about her. He didn’t tiptoe around the matter or act like she would break. He acted like he used to before the kidnapping and she felt his passion and intensity towards her once again, something that she really needed to move on. Jungkook did want her and she could revel in this security. “I love you” she murmured, something they hadn’t said as often as they used to.

“And I, you” he replied, kissing her head and wrapping both arms possessively around her. “I could never see you as dirty or used Hana. You’re eternally beautiful and desirable to me.” He tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes, noses touching. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I promise never to do that again” she bit her lips in hesitation and it did sadden him. While he didn’t expect everything to be resolved, he hoped that she would still trust him and believe him. However, she lifted her pinky finger in front of his face, searching his eyes to see if he would reciprocate this intimate and personal gesture. Jungkook locked his pinky with hers and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Pink promise” he whispered, causing Hana to smile and initiate the kiss. He returned her kiss with as much passion as she had, moving his arms to wrap around her waist as her hands began to roam his body. He gasped into the kiss as she teasingly brushed over his own hard cock, gripping it softly in her hands. Jungkook rolled her body so that she straddled him now, her pussy sitting right on his hard cock,“H-Hana” she silenced him.

“You want me right?” he nodded his head, slightly confused as to where she was going with this. “Show me again” she pleaded, feeling the heat in her body return. “Show me how much you want me. Make me yours. Fill me up. Claim me” she whined, lightly rubbing herself against him and he gripped his hands on her hips, biting his lower lip in pleasure, eyes rolling back. “I want to feel you so deep inside that you’re the only thing I’m going to remember fucking me” at her pleas and grinds, he thrusted up in response, not quite inserting her but still applying pressure to her clit. She knew exactly what to say to turn him on, but he had to know if she was sure.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he gritted his teeth and stilled her hips. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if you aren’t ready,” his voice was desperate, wanting so badly to consume her and lose himself in his own selfish needs, but also wanting to put his wife’s comfort at the forefront. Hana placed both hands on either side of his head and held his gaze in hers. “I want you so bad, but I’m scared I might hurt you or get carried away” he searched her eyes for any hesitancy or apprehension, but he was met with the same look he fell in love with. Hana’s eyes were truly the window to her soul and in that moment he saw nothing but love and adoration for him.

“Then don’t hold back.”

That drove him crazy and he let go of everything. He lifted her hips and entered her eagerly, bottoming out in one swift thrust of his hips. Hana forgot how big he felt and gasped when he entered her so quickly, but grateful he was giving her a moment to familiarize himself. She didn’t know that Jungkook was trying to get a grasp of his surroundings, he too forgetting how tight she felt on him. The warmth of her core was sorely missed, but it had been so long that it almost felt like his hardon was suffocating, despite being fingered before. Both of them were frozen, breathing in deeply and relishing in the physical contact that had been desperately needed. With a twitch of each of their hips, a mutual sign that they were ready to move on, they began their intense love making in the bed. She meet each of his thrusts and he let her bounce on him as well, the slapping of their skin adding to the soundtrack of their gasps and moans of pleasure as they lost themselves in their intimate act.

“Fuck me Jungkook. God, don’t stop” Hana pleaded, tears brimming her eyes at the intensity of his thrust and still wanting more of him.

“I’m going to make you feel every inch of me” he panted, emphasizing the last four words with his thrusts. “I’m going to make you cum so hard and then fill you up” she moaned at his words, grabbing her breasts in her hands and fondling them.

He admired her body as she bounced on his lap, desire to bring her to climax even faster. He placed one hand and started rubbing circles on her clit causing her to cry out. She didn’t even have time to warn him, her legs tightening around him, stopping her movements and cumming on him. Jungkook kept going, pushing her through her orgasm relentlessly and smirking as his wife lost her self to the sensation. She trembled in his arms as he lifted her up and plopped her down on the bed, resuming his thrusts. Hana’s mind completely blanked, still riding the high of one orgasm and quickly feeling another orgasm building. While they’ve had their fair share of escapades, nothing compared to the amount of pleasure she had received in this moment. She thought of all the tension between them melting away as he brought her bliss over and over again, unsure if she’d even have the energy to be able to reciprocate this pleasure to him. Jungkook was enjoying himself as much as she was, even if he hadn’t come yet. Watching her facial expressions and feeling the way her body would tense and relax under the pleasure he was providing her was enough. However, he knew by the glazed over look in her eyes and the increasing limpness in her body that she was exhausted and would soon have to tap out. He latched on to her nipple, sucking and playing with it in his mouth as she moaned and gasped, sensitive. She trembled underneath him again, her eyes rolling back and closing as she felt another wave wash over her. Jungkook slowed his thrusts and resdted his forearms on either side of her head, kissing her as she came down.

“JK...” she whimpered, her arms weakly wrapping around his neck. She could barely open her eyes but she didn’t want to stop until he reached his high too.

“Shh... I know my love. You did so good. Such a good girl for me” he cooed in her ear, stopping his thrusts and kissing her neck, forehead and lips. “Open your eyes for me love, look at me” he cooed, pushing himself up enough to see the entirety of her face. Hana’s eyes were open but the tired look was evident and Jungkook kissed her lovingly. “Can you do one more for me?” Hana nodded her head lazily, smiling up at him. He looked so handsome this close to her. It warmed her heart to see those familiar eyes that she fell in love with. All she saw in his eyes was love for her, wanting to do whatever he could for her. He kissed her softly and pushed her body up to rest against the pillows, fluffing a few behind her to make her as comfortable as he could. Hana sighed at the treatment, letting him move her around like a doll and positioning her, watching him get on his knees, spreading her legs apart and positioning himself at her entrance again.

“Please Jungkook... Fill me. Give me a baby” she sighed, knowing that her words would turn him on and maybe bring him closer to his peak. He shuddered at her words, smirking when he thrust inside her and holding onto the head board with his other hand. That did it for him, as he began to imagine her pregnant with his child, giving him the family he’s always wanted. He focused all his energy in reaching his climax, relying on her vocal cues to assure that she was alright. Hana mumbled and moaned as he fucked her, her voice rising in pitch as he increased his pace. Jungkook was just about to reach his peak, thrusts becoming sloppier but stronger as he prepared to come. Her thighs began to twitch as well, unable to stop the orgasm as he repeatedly thrust against her g-spot. “I’m-I’m cumming!”

“Fuck!” he cried, thrusting in a final time, emptying his seed within her. “Gonna fill you so fucking good” he grunted, pumping in her a couple times. Hana wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on her chest, the both of the exhausted and panting. When Jungkook finally regrained his grip on reality, he pulled her close and flipped them so that her body rested ontop of his, running his hands up and down her back, softening inside her. He kissed the top of her head and cradled her tired body in his, giving them both just a moment to relax before cleaning up. “I love you Hana” he whispered, running a hand through her hair and tipping her chin up to softly kiss her. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t” she snuggled into the crook of his neck and he welcomed the contact.

“I love you... Thank you” she whispered back, content and resting in his embrace. She whimpered when he pulled out, apologizing to her knowing that she was sore. She gasped when she felt Jungkook slowly and gently finger the cum that spilled out back into her core. “Babe!” she gripped his wrist tightly, trying to pull him away.

“I know, I know. You’re sensitive.” he smirked pecking her lips again and stopping his fingers. “I just didn’t want to waste it. After all, you did want me to put a baby in you” Hana flushed at Jungkook’s words, forgetting how carried away she could get when they were doing it. “You ready for a bath?” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck knowing that he wouldn’t let her walk after their session.

The couple cleaned up and cuddled for the rest of the day, not caring to check phones or clocks to see the time, just living in the moment with each other. That was how the rest of the week went, the couple only checking their phones in the morning at breakfast and enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the day. There was a a pride and satisfaction in Jungkook as he had to help Hana board their jet to return home, a small limp to her walk. The couple felt in tune and back to how it had always been. Hana on the other hand was tired but really happy she listened to Jimin and Taehyung. Sure the trip started off rocky, but maybe that had to happen in order for them to work through it. Hana felt like she was ready to get back to work and the regular rhythm of their lives in Bangtan.

To: The Terrible Trio Thank you. I’m glad I listened to you.

Jiminie: I know. We had someone clean your office while you were away. Did you really need that many tampons in your bathroom?

Excuse me, you do not get to dictate how many tampons my vagina needs during my time of the month!

Jiminie: Well, it was donated to various female staff bathrooms.

And why would you do that?

V: Please. After getting railed the way that you did? I’d be shocked if you didn’t come back pregnant.

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So...Boyfriend? Boyfriend.

Warnings: death of a loved one and grief. There is one mention to drinking a bottle of wine but all characters in the story are above the age of 21. A/N: this is based off a post @ah2113 made a little while ago! I liked the idea and decided to write a cute fluffy piece on it! Hope you like it! “Reader and Charlie are best friends and they met on JATP. Charlie and the reader are in love with each other but don’t know. The readers grandma passes away and she calls Charlie, who is in a completely different state/country, in tears about the situation. Charlie feels horrible and completely drops everything he’s doing and immediately flies out to the reader and surprises them. He is with them throughout the whole viewing and funeral and meets her entire family. Everybody mistakens him for the readers boyfriend because of how much he is doing to help and tells the reader that he is clearly in love with them.” Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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So...Boyfriend? Boyfriend.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Charlie was in the middle of an interview when his phone started vibrating. Normally he kept it on airplane mode, but today he forgot. He quickly reached for his phone and saw her name pop up on the screen, losing focus for a brief moment on the interview.

“Pardon me? Could you repeat the question?” Charlie was trying so hard to focus on the interview at hand but knowing he was on the last question, made it all the more difficult to focus when he knew she was calling.

“Charlie, the fans want to know. Are you single?” he chuckled but since he was distracted, he didn’t give a really good answer.

“Kinda” he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth and the fact that he started blushing made the situation worse! Thankfully the interviewer didn’t press any further into the matter and made a casual joke about it. They quickly wrapped the interview knowing that Charlie had another one scheduled right afterwards, but he had a few minutes to make up a phone call.

Amelie had worked on set for season one of Julie as a hair and make up artist and shocked many at how talented she was for her age. She got along well with the cast and would often hang out with them on their days off, but for some reason she gravitated the most to Charlie. Everyone often teased them about the chemistry they had and how they would make a great couple but both of them would laugh at the comments and deny any feelings towards one another. They were simply nothing more but really good friends.

Or so they thought.

Amelie was head over heels for the brunette and Charlie for her. She loved his smile and enthusiasm for life. She admired his work ethic and passion for what he did. She would squash every thought about being with Charlie because he was too good for her. She liked the weirdest things and entertained people with the most random facts. She could spend hours in an art and fashion museum, when most people could only spend so much time. Amelie saw herself as weird and knew that Charlie saw her as nothing more than a friend.

The opposite was true. Charlie loved her quirkiness and nerdiness around the strangest things. He loved that she was always so modest and humble, even though she had all the right to brag at how amazing she was at her talents. He loved how she was always up for trying something new and that she had an eye for fashion, design and art, but he knew she didn’t see him as anything more than a friend. That still didn’t stop Charlie from always being there for her.

“Charlie?” her voice came out in a broken and quiet whisper. He could tell that she was crying and he instantly felt his stomach drop. A few sniffles came from the other line before the voice spoke again. “She’s gone Charlie... Grandmaman is gone...” he could hear her voice start to shake again.

“Say the word Amelie and I am there” Charlie glanced at his watch,8:55pm. He had five more minutes until the next interview with the pop culture podcast from Sydney. This meant that it was 5:00am in London, where Amelie was working on Netflix’s newest series. “Ams?”

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you, I just didn’t know who else to talk to...” she sniffled quietly not sure what else to say.

“What time are you leaving to get to set?” 8:57pm, he was running out of time. He saw the notification that the next interviewer had signed on to their zoom meeting.

“I gotta be on set at 7:00am so the van will be here to pick me up at 6:30am. It’s my last day on set, so there’s that” she sniffled again, feeling herself calm down with Charlie on the other line. She desperately needed him, but she couldn’t ask him that. He was doing press for season 2 of Julie and the Phantoms and he needed to be available, not off consoling his friend who was madly in love with him.

“Amelie, listen, I have to jump onto the next interview, but try to get a little more sleep and drink some water. I’ll call you as soon as I’m done. When are you flying back?” Charlie felt awful having to hang up on her when he knew she needed him.

“I’ll be on the next flight out to Vancouver. Hopefully there’s a flight this evening back to Canada. My mom’s really upset and my siblings are rushing to get home for her” Amelie took a deep breath and listened to the frustrated sigh on the other end. He was probably annoyed that she called him. “Thank you for picking up Char”

“Anything for you Ams... I’m really sorry but I have to go now... If you’re busy when I call, can you let me know when you’re at the airport?” Amelie agreed and hung up the phone, flopping on the bed and a silent stream of tears falling from her eyes again. Meanwhile, Charlie sat in his LA bedroom, head in hands frustrated that he couldn’t be there for her.

***

Amelie watched out the window as the plane landed in Vancouver. She felt an anxiousness to get off the plane and be with her mom, but she knew she had to go through security and baggage. She didn’t notice that her leg was restlessly bouncing until the nice old lady beside her placed a hand on her lap.

“Excited are we?” she smiled at her kindly and Amelie blushed, a little embarrassed. “I was once in love too. I get the feeling”

“Actually, I’m just anxious to be with my mom... My grandmother passed away yesterday and I wanna be there for her” the old lady’s smile changed to an empathetic one and she patted her knee.

“I’m sorry for your loss my dear... I lost my sister a year ago today. It is not an easy thing to grieve and I can tell that your soul feels heavy. You might want to think about sharing that load with someone” she smiled. A flight attendant interrupted their conversation letting them know that she had priority to leave the plane. The old woman then looked at Amelie and winked. “They’re letting us off the plane now honey. Thank you miss, but my daughter can grab my bags from the upper compartment, can’t she” baffled at the kindness of the old woman, Amelie dumbly nodded and stood to help her. As they made their way through the gate, an attendant was waiting for the old woman. “You can leave my bags with this gentle man” she smiled.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” the old woman took her hand. “Your mother is fortunate to have you as a daughter. Now go and be with her” Amelie smiled and gave the old woman a hug, and teared up a bit remembering her own grandmother. Wiping away a tear, Amelie said thank you again and headed off to get her bags. To no surprise, getting her suitcase was a gong show because they had to share a lane with another flight. By the time she got there, tons of people waited right by the carousel for their bags, making Amelie stand in the back and tippy toe to see a glimpse of her bag. She was fortunate that a man had helped her as she squeezed her way to the front, waiting for her bag. With a deep breath, she exited the doors and dialed her mother.

“Hello? Maman? What car are you in? Oh wait! I see it!” Amelie quickly rushed outside of the door at YVR to get to her mother’s vehicle. She was able to find a flight that evening and she left right away. The flight was long, but she was able to make it home to her mother’s side in 24 hours. She trotted over to her mother’s vehicle that pulled into the loading zone, flashing their hazards on, her mother getting out of the passenger side. Amelie stopped for a moment, confused that her mother wasn’t driving the car. Her mother quickly embraced her in her arms and both of them shared a tearful hug. “Who’s driving maman?”

Charlie stepped out of the driver’s seat and took Amelie’s suitcase from her, as she stood there with her mouth open. “Surprise?” she immediately felt a sudden wave of emotion wash over her and she jumped into Charlie’s waiting arms crying as he held her tight. She felt sadness and happiness while grieving over her Grandmother and feeling elated at the sudden presence of the boy.

“How?” she sniffled and pulled away, wiping her tears.

“Charlie knew how sad you were over Grandmaman, so he texted me late last night and flew in early this morning” her mother explained. Amelie’s mother knew of her crush on the boy and always encouraged her to pursue the relationship further, but she always insisted to her mother that they would be nothing more than friends. Her mother would roll her eyes at her daughter every time she said that, knowing that the chemistry and the feelings were there, but the two were just too stubborn to admit it.

“That’s what friends are for right?”

Right. Friends.

***

After being picked up at the airport, they went straight to her mother’s house and helped her mom plan out things for the funeral. Naturally, Charlie became the chauffer, driving Amelie and her mom around the city to make various appointments with funeral directors and lawyers. Amelie’s grandmother gave birth to five children and never remarried after her husband passed away. Amelie had very little recollection of her grandfather as he passed away when she was quite young. Each of her mother’s siblings had at least three kids and each child had at least three kids, making their family huge. That didn’t include her mother’s cousins and their families, all of which would be flying in to attend the funeral in two days time.

Running around was an emotionally exhausting task, not to mention the exhaustion that came with grief. The two women were grateful that Charlie was around for them that day as Amelie’s siblings slowly started to get into town. He ordered pizza for everyone, knowing that all of her siblings would be in Vancouver in time for the funeral. Her grandmother was clear that she wanted the viewing and funeral to be combined into one day, not wanting to prolong her burial process, something that they honored. But with that request, it meant a lot had to be done.

Amelie had four siblings, all of which were older than her, making her the baby of the family. Her brother Benoit had moved to New Brunswick to live with the love of his life Maxime, and he was the second to arrive. He had work to take care of and unfortunately Maxime couldn’t get the time off. Benoit got along very well with Charlie, connecting over Dieppe and how it differed from Fredericton where Benoit lived with his partner. Her twin sisters Rachelle and Rene got into Vancouver right before dinner and actually carried the pizza inside while Charlie paid. Both sisters lived in Toronto, one training on the Olympic figure skating team and the other working in Parliament. Throughout the night, they joked about how cute Charlie was and how they were both single and didn’t mind dating someone younger. This annoyed Amelie but she wouldn’t admit that to anyone. Her third oldest brother, Theo, was the last to arrive, getting in way past dinner but before midnight. He lived in New York pursuing photography and had to finish a shoot before he could come home. Hearing this, Charlie asked him multiple questions about photography when they sat around their mother’s fireplace that night. It was nice to be able to gather as a family before the craziness of their relatives. French Canadian families were big, loud and full of personality, but Amelie knew Charlie understood this dynamic very well.

The next two days passed by in a blur with Charlie helping out wherever he could and sometimes locking himself in her mother’s office to do an interview or meeting here and there. Amelie was so grateful for him because every time she felt overwhelmed or that she was going to cry, he somehow made it to her side, comforting her and helping her be strong. Rachelle and Rene kept telling her to claim Charlie before they did, but Amelie would always insist that they were friends. But when her brothers got involved, Amelie couldn’t help but think that maybe her siblings were right. Maybe she should ask Charlie out, but how could she do that when her entire family was still dealing with the loss of her grandmother?

Just last night, Charlie sat up late into the evening comforting Amelie as she put the slideshow together on her Macbook. She could hardly look at the pictures or listen to the music without tearing up and having mini cry sessions on his shoulder, something he took in stride. It also didn’t help that she had consumed an entire bottle of wine...

In all honesty, Charlie couldn’t be more happy to be by her side at this moment. He knew how hard it was to lose a loved one, especially since he lost his grandmother before filming season one of Julie and the Phantoms. Being here for her was important to him and he wanted to show her that she could always come to him. When she passed out on his shoulder that night, he thought about how badly he wanted to be with her as he tucked her in bed. He loved how she snuggled into his shoulder as he finished up the slide show and he loved that she reached out for him and called his name in her sleep as he walked away. He kissed your forehead goodnight and hated the fact that he couldn’t just call you his.

A soft knock at the door interrupted Amelie’s day dream of her grandmother. She wiped the tears that have unexpectedly fallen from her eyes and took a deep breath. “Come in” her voice was shakier than she wanted it to be, but relief washed over her when Charlie walked in wearing a black dress shirt and tie. He smiled empathetically to her and approached her with open arms, something she gladly accepted. She inhaled his scent, burying her face in his chest, while he rested his head on top of hers.

“You ready?” Charlie held her tight as he asked this question. This would be the first and last time Amelie would be seeing her deceased grandmother.

“I should be asking you that question” she softly giggled. Charlie would be meeting all of her relatives today, including her annoying cousin Madeleine.

“You forget that I too have a big family. It’ll be fine. Plus, I’m here for you and not them” Amelie pulled away from the hug to stare him in the eyes, silently figuring whether now was a time to discuss her feelings or not. In the end, she decided against it and smiled softly at him, which he returned.

“Thank you for being here Char... It really means a lot” he chuckled and pulled her close for a second hug, something she would never tire hearing.

“Anything for you Ams. Anything.”

***

The funeral and mass went according to plan and soon enough they found themselves in the church basement with a slide show of her grandmother playing in the background, while guests visited the pastries and beverages being served. Amelie was occupied with the many questions her aunts and uncles had about her career and how she was doing, but she couldn’t help but worry about Charlie. Throughout her conversations with her relatives, she watched Charlie help out her mother with the pastries and beverages, stopping once in a while to entertain the younger cousins at the children’s table. She smiled at him gratefully for helping out so much, but grew a little nervous when her nosy aunts and uncles pulled him aside and started interviewing him. It seemed like he was handling himself fine, but Amelie felt even more confident when he made eye contact with her and winked.

“Well if it isn’t the Hollywood superstar.” Amelie could feel herself cringe at the sound of the voice. It was Madeline, Amelie’s cousin. They were the same age and same stature, but they couldn’t be more opposite. Madeline pursued modeling at a young age and still continued to do it, but for some reason, she always felt that everything was a competition. Amelie wanted to simply be cousins, but Madeline would take every opportunity to upstage her or show off to their aunts and uncles. Amelie didn’t really care, but the more she didn’t the more vicious Madeleine became. At one point in their lives, Madeleine had moved to Vancouver for more opportunities and ended up living with her family. This caused a lot of drama between the two of them, including Madeleine dating several of her exes and bringing them to family events.

“Hey Mads. Long time no see” Amelie forced herself to be nice and polite, even though she felt her cousin didn’t deserve it. Her black dress was a little too tight and a little too revealing for a funeral, but she wasn’t about to bring that up. “How have you been?”

“Oh you know, living it up in Paris, traveling all over Europe for different modeling jobs. It’s exhausting, but I’m sure you know of it” anyone could hear the sarcasm and apprehension in her voice. Her aunts awkwardly moved away, making up some excuse about visiting other family members so that they could catch up. “How does it feel to be working on a children’s show?”

“I mean, I love what I do, so I can’t complain” Amelie bit her tongue before she could say anything rude. She never understood why her cousin always felt the need to announce how much better she was over her.

“So... optimistic. What’s it feel like to settle?” she felt the blood rush to her face, starting to lose control of her emotions. This was not the place or time to have this conversation, yet Madeline persisted. She took a deep breath trying to level herself and forced a smile on her face. As she opened her mouth to reply, she felt a warm hand hug her lower back and the slight smell of cologne fill the air.

“Everything alright babe?” she blushed at the name and gesture from Charlie, who kissed the top of her head. Madeline flushed and her eyes were as wide as saucers. “Oh hi, I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Charlie” he reached out his hand towards Madeline, keeping the other wrapped around Amelie.

“Madeline. It’s nice to meet you Charlie. You’re an actor from the show that she worked on, right? What are you doing here?” Amelie could hear the faintest trace of annoyance in her voice, and shook his hand. Charlie and Amelie looked at each other, a cocky smile on Charlie’s face and slight confusion on Amelie’s.

“I’m her boyfriend and I came to support her. I’m sure you’ve been dealing with the grief as well and I couldn’t let her go through this alone” part of what Charlie said was true, but Amelie couldn’t help but blush at the mention of boyfriend. No one had actually asked Charlie if they were dating, but a lot of relatives were beating around the bush. Apparently Charlie had said that rather loudly and some of the relatives started gossiping in a hushed voice.

“Wow Amelie. I didn’t know you had such good taste in men based on your past partners” Charlie laughed at the comment, something Madeline didn’t suspect.

“I wouldn’t say I’m good taste, but Ams if definitely a catch” he gloated and kissed her cheek, causing Amelie to blush furiously. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I actually came over because your mom needs some help” if there was one thing Amelie could count on, it would be Charlie’s ability to read a situation and get her out of it. “Shall we, my love?” she nodded and walked away from Madeline flushed and confused, but also really excited. He moved his hand from her back to her hand, softly dragging her away from the conversation.

“Boyfriend?” Amelie whispered to him, inferring the comments he made to Madeline.

“I know she ruffles your feathers, so why not ruffle hers?” Benoit interrupted Charlie, asking him if he could help put some of the tables from upstairs away. “You’re mom’s in the kitchenette, you can probably hide there for a bit. I got you a plate of pastries that I stashed in the back” she thanked him and watched him walk away with her brother. Before she could take another step, Rachelle and Rene linked arms with her on either side and rushed her into the kitchenette.

“So you’re dating now?!” Rene questioned and before Amelie could answer, Rachelle interrupted her. “When were you going to tell us this?!”

“About time” her mother scoffed, stirring another jug of fruit punch. “Okay you two, leave your sister alone to breathe for a second. Take these pitchers out to the table and find Theo. Make sure Tante Genevive hasn’t stolen him for a private photoshoot for Facebook” Amelie was grateful that her mother shooed the twins off and passed her the plate that Charlie put aside.

“Thanks Maman” her mother smiled smugly at her, moving about the kitchenette. “Please don’t say I told you so” her mother made the motion to zip her lips as she giddily made her way around the kitchen.

***

That evening, Amelie’s family stumbled through the front door of her mother’s house, everyone retiring to their rooms for a short moment of relaxation while their mother ordered take out for a late dinner. They had stayed behind to clean up with a few other relatives and put away the church tables and chairs. Charlie didn’t complain a single time and rushed to do whatever he could to help everyone out. Charlie followed Amelie up the stairs to her old bedroom and shut the door behind him as she plopped onto the bed. Part of Amelie did this was because she was tired, but the other part of her did it hopefully to avoid the conversation they were about to have. Charlie quietly sat beside her on the bed and played with her hair, something she absolutely loved.

“So, about today...” this conversation was happening whether she wanted it to or not.

“It was really nice of you to stand up for me but you didn’t have to. I have no problem telling my family it was a small misunderstanding. It should stop them from blabbering to the media” She sat up and Charlie looked incredulously at Amelie confused at what she was saying.

“Ams, I don’t think you get it” again, she interrupted him before he could continue.

“No I do, I get it. You’re an amazing friend Char and you didn’t have to risk the rumours for-” she didn’t complete the thought because Charlie’s lips were suddenly on hers and she completely melted into them. It was like this tension that she never acknowledged left her shoulders, making her feel like she was floating.

“Do you understand now?” he searched her eyes for some sort of confirmation. “I really like you Amelie and I’ve liked you for a long time, but I’ve always thought you wanted to be friends”

“I wanted to be friends?! I thought you friend zoned me first!” he gave her a look for interrupting him. “Sorry”

“Regardless of what happened, being with you here and helping you and your family throughout all of this made me want to be a part of your life so much more. I want to be more than your friend. I know this is a bad time to say this, but I don’t think I can keep pretending that I don’t want to be with you” he held her hand in his and drew nearer to her again. “I really want to be with you if you’ll have me”

She closed the gap between the two of them and kissed him this time, something which Charlie gladly accepted. The two shared a simple but passionate kiss, as if they were confessing two years of secret feelings to each other. A bang at the door startled them.

“Put your pants on! Maman wants you guys to go pick up the take out!” Benoit yelled from behind the door. The two flushed at the comment and heard the snickers and giggles from the other siblings.

“So...boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend.”

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