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Oh my gold! I really love your series From Home. This is actually one of my fav and I tend to reread it a lot. Thank you for sharing this wonderful masterpiece! And also, can I ask for a drabble from "From Home" where Jungkook will finally ask her to marry him- Thank you! 💖

— a from home drabble 03 title: donut rings word count: 1,322 prompt: when jungkook proposes. warnings: none! pg clean baby. some bad words tho. a/n: as requested!! i... sat on this for a while!! sorry. i got distracted and somehow it got lost in the depths of my other docs. :D hopefully this is good enough for you guys !! :D

“You’re doing it all wrong,” you snap, snatching the dough from Jungkook’s hand while rolling your eyes. “With those muscles, I thought you’d be better at kneading it harder.”

Jungkook smiles, a hearty laugh escaping from his chest as he shakes his head at your reaction. You’re still impatient, oftentimes shoving him out of the kitchen when he attempts to put effort in lending a hand, but you’re strict about him entering your “zone.” He’s doing his best though; he’s learned to make pasta (using the uncooked pasta from boxes in supermarket aisles and not freshly made dough that you prefer), and even cook rice in the rice cooker.

But spontaneously, he thought that teaching himself (or well, watching the Food Network show him) how to make homemade donuts from scratch would impress you. After all, just because you got the girl doesn’t mean you suddenly stop trying.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home until later,” he grins widely, cheeks and forehead smeared with flour, not to mention the dust that sprinkles across his apron and even onto his t-shirt underneath. “I wanted to surprise you.”

You scoff. “Surprise me with a messy kitchen?” Clicking your tongue, you nudge him to the side with your hip. “Sounds more like you’re asking me to get all pissy.”

Jungkook walks over from behind, snaking his arms around your frame while nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I wanted to do something for you since you’ve been so swamped at work lately. Wouldn’t it be nice if you came home to your hot shot boyfriend making donuts?”

Sighing, you roll out the dough to be half an inch thick before reaching over for your donut cutter. “No. Especially when he’s doing it wrong. What’s the point of doing this if you’re just gonna fuck it up?”

Sometimes, your words can come off harsh. But Jungkook knows the love behind it, because there’s a lot of it and your actions are there to show it. The upgraded apartment the two of you share, to the furniture you bought together, and to those date nights that occur at least once a week, something you and him had collectively put a plentiful amount of into, Jungkook can confirm your love is real.

“Baby,” he calls you out warmly with that infatuated look on his face. “There’s obviously a learning curve. Gimme some time, will you?”

What really softens you is the way he still kisses your shoulder lovingly, disregarding your sharp tone because he can differentiate when you’re actually mad and when you’re just nagging. It slowly tugs a slight smile upon your lips, and the way the corner twitches signals Jungkook that he’s broken the barrier.

“How about we fry them together? That way you can see if I’m doing it wrong and correct me.”

“Fine.”

It’s a repeated and revisited lesson that Jungkook learns—home is not always physically a place, but sometimes and more often than not, is found in a person. A physical home is just a shelter, someplace where home is located.

And it’s you. You’re home.

He thinks about times he’s studied abroad, lived in Busan, at the estate, his old apartment and now here, how he’s lived in so many places but none of them felt like… this. This is what home is, and Jungkook would be an idiot to not tie it down while he can.

“Mingyu is engaged,” Jungkook casually mentions the name of a coworker he’s been spending a lot of time with lately while cautiously observing your reaction to the news. You don’t budge. “He’s been… waiting to propose for her for a while, and although she never stated the time, he figured he would guess and he did well… obviously.”

“Mmm,” you hum, unamused and not entirely listening. “Congrats to him.”

“Which brings the question—“

“When are we getting engaged?”

Jungkook freezes when you lift your head up to lock with his eyes, stunned at the boldness of your question. He was going to ease his way into the topic, but you’re faster than him.

Silent, he isn’t quite sure what to say. You’ve left him speechless, buffering like a YouTube video that refuses to load.

“Well?”

“I—“ he’s stuttering over his own words. “Well, yeah, I sorta wanted to know that.”

By now, there are a couple of donuts that have been fried and cooled, resting on top of a rack on the counter, and they’re starting to look tempting for reasons other than for eating. “Well, would you like to get married?”

He gives you that ‘you-know-the-answer’ look, but the expression you counter back with has him caving into defeat to give a straightforward answer. “Of course I want to marry you. You know I have—it’s never not crossed my mind. But I know how you are. You’re in no rush to do any of that, and that’s totally fine, I can wait—”

“Okay, let’s get married.”

Choking on his own saliva, it takes him a couple minutes to regain his breathing back to normal, but you continue to stand there, blinking blankly with metal tongs in hand as the donuts fry in a pool of oil in the pan. It’s a blunt way to execute a deeply important question like that, but coming from you, there doesn’t seem to be any stress or burden that carries with it that it normally does when people prepare to ask.

“What?”

“You want to get married. Let’s get married.”

“But you don’t want to get married.”

Grabbing a donut off the metal rack, you peek through the hole in the middle to glance at your awfully confused boyfriend, standing there in complete confusion at your unpredictable actions.

“Jeon Jungkook, you may think I don’t want to get married, and you’re sort of right. I don’t,” his shoulders drop at this revelation, admittingly disappointed by your confession, but you’re not done just yet. “But… I met you, and frankly, I still didn’t want to get married. When we started dating, I can’t exactly say that I felt like I was ready to get married, or the thought ever crossed my mind but… especially lately, I… I don’t know. It’s not like we have to get married but I like the idea of that for us.”

“So…” He chews on his bottom lip anxiously. “Does this mean…”

“Whenever you’re ready to get married, I’m ready.”

Face bright, Jungkook straightens himself in excitement. “Well, if you say it like that, it makes me wanna get married now.” Eyes skimming the room, nothing quite catches his eyes until he spots the donuts sitting on the rack. “How about…” Grabbing one, he peeks at you through the hole this time, taking your hand in his.

“My finger isn’t that big.”

“We can get the jewelers to readjust the size.”

A mischievous smile on his face, he can’t help but still push the donut onto your ring finger and hold it up into the light. “So, does this mean we can for real for real get married? I can call that jewelry store and set up an appointment. This… this is nice but… I wanna get you something better.”

Examining the donut that splits your fingers far apart in size, you can’t help but let out a laugh. “I guess that would be more appropriate and sustainable than a donut on my finger.”

“Well, you still look pretty nonetheless,” he says cheekily, holding your hand against his chest, just above his heart. “But you’re right. A donut would start molding.”

“Not to mention fall apart. It’s already crumbling because we’re moving so much.”

“Mm. Least our love isn’t crumbling.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Jungkook.”

With a kiss pressed to your palm, he smiles warmly into it. “I love you.”

And with a swollen, threatening to burst heart, Jungkook’s favorite phrase spills from your lips.

“Love you too.”

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