#dad!jungkook

[serendipitous-seven]

i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." | jungkook x f!reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, a nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader genre: fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 17.2k  tags/warnings: a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg language, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking & getting drunk, hurtful words/heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay], plethora of cheesy occurrences, much fluff & angst all because sowoozoo-muster-JK wrecked me

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this is a repost from my old blog, moon-write.

Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I initially enlisted her for help, but also for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;; 

disclaimer: the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional & does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. lastly, this story is not a part of my dad!bts series, a serendipitous life - singledad!jungkook is in its own universe.

a/n: GUYS. this story was purely created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK back in 2021. I am so beyond excited to bring this back and share this cracked out fic again, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it.

“Mai, don’t be so dramatic,” you take the little girl’s hands into yours, dusting off the chalk from her palms, “look-see, it comes off!”

She beams up at you with a know-it-all smile before taking yellow chalk from the bucket and continuing her doodle on the concrete. You watch her as she makes a big circle, stopping to make sure it’s just right before looking at you once more.

“Can you make the lines?” She inquires with big eyes, you run your hand through her long hair and happily oblige; Mai stands and watches you, pressing her hand onto your shoulder; “daddy will like it!”

You chuckle, nodding, “your dad will love it.”

She kneels, taking blue chalk this time to draw clouds, a mixture of pastel colors in the shape of her handprint now adorning the sleeve of your shirt.

Adding butterflies to the chalk creation per Mai’s request, you hear the back gate open, and following is the sound of Mai’s jovial squeals. Quick to abandon the chalk, she runs into the doting arms of her father, Jungkook. Uncaring to her chalky hands, Jungkook sweeps Mai into a hug with no intention of letting go.

“Kiss,” he mutters to her as you walk over, dusting your hands off on your jeans. Mai presses her smaller palms onto his cheeks, squishing them in the process of giving him a quick peck.

“Oops,” she giggles, noticing the chalk she’s left on his cheeks.

“We made you a drawing,” Mai soon forgets, wiggling to move Jungkook forward. He smiles at you, following his daughter’s direction to the drawing. Mai, her eyes an exact mirror of her father’s, watches him as he takes it all in. 

Jungkook marvels at his little girl’s work; “thank you, babe,” he says, kissing Mai’s cheek who nods with pride, bunny teeth sticking out. She looks over at you, singing your praises for bringing the bucket of chalk as a surprise.

“I told you I’d bring a surprise if you got A’s and B’s, right?” You smile, winking at Mai.

Jungkook thanks you before telling Mai to run inside and wash up for dinner. You follow him to the patio table and take a seat, noting the exhaustion of another long day falling over him. He runs his hand over his face, closing his eyes for a moment before remembering his best friend is still there.

You offer him a pitiful smile, drawing him to roll his eyes and laugh, “what?”

You shake your head, “nothing.”

He straightens his gaze but even then, a hint of his sweet smile remains noticeable, “it’s never nothing.”

“But it really is this time. Besides,” you laugh, “am I never not worried about you and Mai?”

He just nods.

“You’re doing a great job Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm, “you are the light of her life.”

Jungkook looks back at the chalk drawing Mai doodled on the concrete, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”

-Seven years ago-

“It’s okay,” you try to soothe a newborn Mai but her shrill cries drown out your voice. You burn a trail around the living room as you pace, stealing glances at Jungkook who’s sat at the edge of his sofa. With clumps of his hair gathered between fisted palms, he’s never looked so defeated.

“Let’s try feeding her again,” you stand in front of him, hand reaching for the bottle next to him. Too caught in the frantic cry of his baby, he doesn’t hear you.

“Jungkook,” your tone is stern and you nudge his foot with yours, “come on, you can’t give up now, get it together.” A moment of hurt sweeps over his eyes when he looks up at you, but keeping your feet on firm ground, you push away the guilt that rushes you. 

You clear your throat, “her bottle Jungkook, please.”

He does as you say, his eyes wide as he looks at his daughter for the first time since you arrived. You press the rubber tip to Mai’s lips, allowing a drop of the warm formula to touch her lips, “I promise you’ll love it, Mai.” You try to joke though there is a hint of begging in your tone. 

Her cry breaks for a moment as the milk drips onto her tongue; “there you go,” laughter coats the nervous tremble in your voice this time.

You allow a couple more drops to fall onto her tongue until Mai’s cries ease into small whimpers. Her breathing staggers as she takes to the bottle, “see?” You can’t help but giggle. Looking at Jungkook, his eyes brimming with tears of frustration, he watches in shock while Mai drinks from the bottle as small puffs of air escape her nose.

“Use the rag on my shoulder to wipe her face, will you?” You ask him and he does just so, dabbing at Mai’s red cheeks, ridding her of her tears.

“I tried everything the last hour to get her to stop,” he whispers. You can see the disappointment in his eyes though he continues to marvel at the innocence wrapped in your arms. You watch as your best friend takes Mai’s foot in his hand, thoughtfully squeezing her toes before he moves his hand back to her head, rubbing her barely-there hair as far back as he can.

“Here,” you gesture for Jungkook to take his daughter and he steps back in fright. You chuckle, “you have to get used to holding her Kook, I won’t be here all the time.”

“Why?” He looks at you with all sincerity.

You shake your head, “she’ll be safe with you.”

He places the rag over his shoulder this time and holds his arms out. Mai fusses during the exchange and Jungkook shushes her in a gentle prive as he holds her against his chest; “just hold the bottle upright - yeah,” you say as you help to adjust her in his arms. 

He cradles his large hand behind her head while her tiny body rests along his arm. He stands straight as a pin, fear taking up most of his expression as he looks down on his feeding daughter.

“Is this the first time you’re holding her?” You ask.

He gives you a look that can only mean yes, “my mom has been staying with us, she left right before you came,” he shakes his head, embarrassed to admit, “I was too scared.”

A soft laugh escapes you, “well, how’s it feel now?”

“Still scary,” he says seriously, “but I never want to put her down again.”

You stand back, watching him take all of her in. A month ago your best friend had his life made - living a bachelor lifestyle his friends envied, had a stellar career as the most sought realtor, owner of a newly built home. He was a free man who could do whatever, whenever.

That was until one drunken decision in the past came back nine months later in the form of a newborn baby.

Swaying back and forth with a slight strain in his movement, Jungkook watches Mai’s drooping lids; “can I do this?” He asks in a dream-like state leaving you to wonder if he really wanted an answer. That is until he moves his eyes to look at you. 

You shrug with a pitied smile, “you love her, right?”

He frowns for a second, nodding without hesitation.

“Then you can do it, Jungkook.”

“I’d offer for you to stay for dinner but you probably have another date with what’s-his-name,” Jungkook closes the sliding glass door behind you two, sweeping Mai into his arms. The three of you make your way into the kitchen where he sets his daughter on the counter, inspecting her hands to make sure she’s cleaned them properly.

He playfully sniffs them before kissing her palms.

“For the thousandth time, his name is Mark, and no actually,” you laugh watching the two tease each other back and forth, Jungkook’s attention split between the two of you, “I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

He stands upright, covering Mai’s ears which only sends her into a fit to hear the adult talk, too grown for her age. She fights to move her dad’s hands but to no avail.

“Bad kisser? I knew it,” he shakes his head while moving Mai’s from side to side. Belly laughs erupt from her small body as she begs for her dad to stop.

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. He chuckles, removing his hands from Mai and kissing her forehead.

You sit at the end of the long dining table next to Mai, Jungkook at the head of the table as usual. He finishes reading Mai’s fortune before they look at you.

“Your turn!” Mai shouts, holding a single noodle between her trainer chopsticks.

The cookie crumbles between your fingers as you unroll the small strip of paper, clearing your throat; “an old love will come back to you.”

Jungkook dramatically ooh’s and Mai follows, her small lips shaped into a perfect circle. Victim to Mai’s purity you squeeze her nose, “who could that be?” You tease her.

“Not me,” she giggles, “maybe daddy, he’s old!”

You fall back into your chair, eyes brimming with tears as you hold onto your belly full of Chinese food, laughing at the expense of your best friend.

“Funny,” he tries not to laugh, stuffing the remains of his fortune cookie into his mouth.

Chirping crickets and a black sky surround Jungkook’s home. You listen to the sound echo up into the vaulted ceilings, looking out of the opened windows. Taken by the quiet that surrounds his place, you shut your eyes and bask in it until the sound of Jungkook’s feet shuffles down the hallway.

“I don’t know whose good side I am on,” he sighs with relief, grabbing his glass of wine on the way to the sofa, “but she falls asleep like that.” He snaps his fingers.

You smile, peeling your attention away from the window.

Now dressed in baggy clothes that swallow up his svelte build, Jungkook takes a generous sip from his glass before patting the space next to him, “so, what’s wrong with this guy?”

You stop on your way to the sofa, eyebrows raised with sarcasm, “let’s cut the attitude, yeah?”

He can’t help but laugh, moving his leg when you finally sit down, “joking,” he reassures you, “but I mean, this is the third guy you’ve rejected and I didn’t even get to meet him.”

You shrug, “like you really wanted to?” Quirking an eyebrow at him, Jungkook can’t seem to look at you, laughing into his wine glass; “who’s worse here? You’ve always had at least one thing to complain about every guy I’ve brought around.”

“The bean and I have a preliminary process when it comes to guys you date,” he shrugs, licking a stray drop of wine before it can drip onto his sweatpants.

“Yes because a seven year old has a lot to say about adults and dating,” you chuckle, pushing Jungkook’s shoulder, “anyway, you aren’t missing out on anything Kook - and besides, I don’t want to introduce people into your guys’ life until I’m sure about them this time.”

Jungkook’s playfulness dies off, the wine in his glass not as interesting as the sullen look forming on your face. He watches you, the way you bend forward, one side of your hair tucked behind your ear while you anxiously pick at your cuticles.

He nudges your knee with his so you can look at him, a reassuring smile awaiting you, “that last guy fooled us all, okay?”

You sigh as a way to say, ‘it’s forgotten…no big deal…whatever…’ but Jungkook knows it’s a stain you’ve struggled to rid of for a while; “he’s been out of my life for a long time and that’s all that matters,” you stiffen your upper lip.

“Mm, cheers to that,” he clicks his glass against your water bottle, “but seriously, can I ask you something?”

You brace yourself, nodding.

“Except for that trash bag, you always seem to find a flaw in every guy you date,” Jungkook stalls for a second, reading your temperament before continuing, “why?”

Your eyes crinkle, suddenly underneath a spotlight, “do I?”

Jungkook resorts to his scrunch-nosed laugh, “are you kidding?”

“Well, okay Mr. Dating-expert,” you cross one leg over the other taking on a new defense, “you don’t find enough flaws in the women lined up outside of your house every day - why?”

He nearly spat out his wine, setting the glass down with hands surrendered to the air, “false accusation, you know I don’t bring women back here because of Mai-”

“Okay okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” you sit back.

He laughs, “but fair enough, I guess we both don’t have the best track record when it comes to dating.”

You stand up, pulling your bag over your shoulder, “I hate to agree since it concerns me too.”

Jungkook walks you to the front door, “I’m curious to find out who this ‘old love’ is,” you turn just as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

You force a smile with squinted eyes, “do you know me at all, Jeon? I don’t believe in fortunes, remember?”

He gives you a quick hug, watching you walk the path to your car; “I can’t wait to prove you wrong,” he says from the door.

You wave him off, “yeah-yeah save the love spiel for another time, goodnight!”

On your drive home, absent in mind, you rake your fingers through your hair. The bright glow of the red traffic light casts over you when you come to a full stop. ‘An old love will come back to you.’ You snort at the thought; they are simply typed words on a piece of paper. It means nothing.

“You don’t believe in stupid fortunes,’” you sing into the void of your car.

But it still makes your stomach queasy. Heart palpitating in your chest while your palm becomes sweaty as you ring it around the steering wheel.

“Let’s not go back there…”

“Hello? What do you mean no big deal?” Nic’s voice is a clear call into the late night, earning herself a stern look from you. “Whisper please,” you hiss through your teeth, “Mai never sleeps well when Jungkook is away, it was hell getting her down tonight.”

Nic looks at you with wily eyes, spinning every which way you turn before she gets dizzy; “oh my god, stop for sec!”

In a huff to clean up Mai’s after-dinner doodle session - crayons strewn across the table and several drawings she made as gifts for her dad’s return from a work trip, you look at your friend with exasperation painted on your face, “it’s literally what I mean Nic.”

She blinks in rapid-fire, sitting down on the ottoman while you work around the dining room. “So I’m crazy, okay yeah. Because telling me that you’re in love with your best friend of a million years is totally normal.”

You shudder at how easily those words come out of Nic’s mouth while Jungkook’s daughter sleeps in your bed. Too young to understand anyway, you can’t help but want to protect Mai from this very sensitive information about her dad.

Nic rolls her eyes, “oh relax, she’s asleep now. I’m spiraling over here, okay?”

“Just, come on,” you hit the side of your leg with the cleaning rag, desperate to get your point across, “discretion, please? This is not information I want to be tossed around.”

“How long have you felt this way?” She watches you in your haste, cleaning every speck left on the table in an attempt to avoid the conversation. You’re steeped in regret for even mentioning it to Nic. It was a confession locked in the depths of Pandora's box. 

It just came out.

“I don’t know,” you groan, disappearing into the kitchen before returning with washed hands and deadpan eyes.

Nic twists around the ottoman to face you when you come around, plopping yourself on the sofa.

“That’s a lie,” she states the obvious.

The popcorn texture of your ceiling suddenly becomes interesting when you toss your head back. I need to get my ceilings smoothed. You think to yourself while Nic waits. She won’t back down.

“I remember the exact moment I fell in love with him,” you sigh, tossing your hands up only to bring them back down on the cushions. You sit upright and look at Nic, “but it’s futile to even detail that because it’s never going to happen.”

“Do you want it to? I mean really want it to? Because he has a kid…”

Eyebrows knit together, you both have to laugh at that.

“I mean, you know, getting with Jungkook means taking on a child - although worthy to mention, a kid who absolutely adores you-”

“Please, don’t make me hurt more,” you press the pads of your fingers over your shut eyes, “I can’t even fathom how much it would confuse her - and I won’t entertain this past today. I can’t.”

“You’ve obviously been holding onto this for a long time-”

“And it ends today. Jungkook is my best friend, I vowed to be here for him and Mai as his friend, that’s it.”

“Okay, and when he finds a suitable woman and falls in love with her, then what?”

You can’t help the sadness that overwhelms your entire chest, eyes piercing through Nic, “ouch.”

“I’m sorry,” she takes on a new look of pity, leaning forward, “but that’s the reality, isn’t it? If you aren’t willing to-”

“Willing to what Nic? Confess to Jungkook and ruin our friendship? Ruin my relationship with Mai?” You retort, smiling because this is just too ridiculous to even consider.

“How can you assume he doesn’t feel the same?” Nic rebuttals.

You shake your head, “it’s not happening.”

That was 2 years ago. A night you remember all too clearly but push away along with the feelings steaming inside of you - chewed up and swallowed only to return from time to time like a bad case of acid reflux.

You scoff at the fortune bouncing around in your head, “not happening.”

“What are we shopping for exactly?” Nic comes up next to you, raking through the neutral-toned tops with not much of a care about what she is seeing.

“Um,” you pick out two tank tops and hold them up against you waiting for her approval, “that cruise I’m going on next month - didn’t we talk about it?”

“Oh yeah, wait-who are you going with and why was I not invited?” She queries, noting the way you move swiftly toward the dressing rooms.

You chuckle, “I didn’t plan this trip, I was invited,” you shut the door to the changing room before Nic can follow you in. She leans against it, quirking an eyebrow, “cheeky,” she laughs, “who invited you?”

She listens to you mull over your choices, hearing your feet shuffle on the carpeted floor; “uh, Jungkook did.”

You are immediately met with silence, peeking at the bottom of the mirror where Nic’s feet reflect as she turns to face the door. “Come again? You failed to mention this romantic getaway would be with your best friend-” 

Opening the door, Nic nearly falls in when you catch her. You roll your eyes; “have you always been this dramatic?”

She shrugs, “one of us has to be-back to my question.”

“Not a romantic getaway, Mai is coming and-”

“Wh-like a family vacation-”

“Nic!” Your jaw sets and she shuts it quickly, “his parents are also going, okay?”

Your friend blinks in disbelief and you give her a look that wills away any sarcastic comment she has at the ready. 

You have to hand it to her, she’s a witty one; “besides it’s kind of a company cruise for him, all the employees are allowed to bring guests, okay?”

“Noted,” she purses her lips. 

The silence between purchasing your items and the walk to the car is thick with Nic’s wandering mind.

“Can you just answer one thing for me?” You’re already sighing before she can ask her question once at the car. Tossing your bags in the back before getting into the driver’s seat with Nic buckled up and raring to go; “have you worked through all of that - you know, your feelings?”

You nod, “for the most part.” Nic drops her forehead into her hands, kneading away at her temples and you have to laugh, “okay, yes I have, is that better Nicola?”

“If you weren’t such a bad liar, yeah it would be!” Nic tentatively shoves your shoulder, laughing with you, “how do you manage it because I sure as hell could not.”

You relax for a moment coming to a red light, “Mai is number one here, how she feels matters first-”

“That is very noble of you, but hello, you’re human and your feelings matter too,” Nic adds with pointed inflect, “and I can’t believe I’m saying this but Jungkook should know better, inviting you to family functions like the three of you are a family before he runs off with some random-”

“Nic,” you send a wavering look her way, “I don’t mind watching Mai when I have the time, I love her-she’s like-” you startle yourself, “I just love her, alright? I don’t mind it.”

Nic shakes her head when you turn away, your eyes set back on the road. An uneasy feeling settles inside of her, wondering how you’d managed to lie into believing all of that; “Look, you know I care about you. I know he does too I just think he’s a little blind and I’m just worried it’s hurting you-”

“I’m fine,” you practically sing.

“Okay, so you are now but it will hurt you eventually if you keep pretending like this,” Nic flattens her tone.

“I said I am fine,” you say with emphasis, “anyway, it’s Sunday which means dinner at their house-” you look at her knowing she has a smirk waiting for you. You both look at each other on instinct, eyes squinted at one another, “so I am inviting you to come with, okay?”

You both laugh; “yeah whatever, I’ll join your weird not-family-tradition for tonight.”

Sunday dinner with the Jeons proceeds as usual given the extra guest. Nic prides herself on where she can observe the oddities of your friendship with Jungkook and his daughter. Even she, sworn to never birth children herself, can’t help the fluttering of her ovaries as she watches the camaraderie built between you and Jungkook’s daughter. Mai teasingly stiffens her upper lip, shoving her face near yours while a goofy voice bellows out of her. You roll your eyes at her, laughing before attacking her sides with tickling fingers.

It’s a smile on Jungkook’s face that Nic hasn’t seen before. Spending many a night out with the two of you and friends, she’s used to the suave Jungkook she’s seen at clubs. The way he talks to women, motions for them, how he sticks his tongue out just enough for flirtatious emphasis when he’s curled up with one. His ego is seen clearly across the dance floor; Nic is sure her face is turning green at the very thought of it.

“Alright kiddo,” Jungkook stretches, “it’s late-”

“Dad,” Mai whines, clinging on to you. You hide your laugh, noting the way she tries to fight her sleepiness in front of him.

He shakes his head, “it’s a school night Mai- bathroom - brush your teeth, now.”

You can’t help but feel sorry for her, catching her pitiful stare that has so fittingly fallen on you, you chuckle, “come on, I’ll tuck you in afterward.”

With that little bit of incentive, Mai jumps off the couch, quick to slouch when she passes by her dad, meekly waving goodbye to Nic before she disappears down the hallway; “be right back,” you call to them, following Mai’s very sad trail into the darkness.

Nic sighs, eyes quick to find Jungkook, “so-” her smile flattens when he finally looks at her.

“So?” He adds, his eyes slit in wonder. Nic has always been the wild card with a fiery tongue.

She widens her grin, “I hear you and your family are going on a cruise.”

He just nods, smiling into his glass before taking a drink, “she’s coming too.”

“I mean that was implied-” Nic snorts, “that’s sweet.”

Jungkook chuckles, catching the sarcastic look in Nic’s eyes, “what are you on about?”

“Jeon Jungkook you are clue-”

“She was falling asleep while brushing her teeth,” you come out with a hushed laugh, “practically had to carry her into bed.”

Jungkook tears his eyes away from Nic, both friends staring at you before they force a laugh. You shrug it off, grabbing your things along with Nic’s who meets you at the door. Jungkook follows, his hands shoved inside of his pockets.

“Thanks for letting me tag along,” Nic exaggerates her tone, accepting Jungkook’s hug before getting into the car.

You turn back to him with eyebrows raised and he shrugs.

“Okay, well I’m going to be pretty busy with work the next few weeks, they want overtime - god-” 

Jungkook laughs while you struggle to get your arm in the sleeve of your jacket; “the sleeve is twisted-here,’ he says, pulling it out and holding it straight for you.

“Thanks.”

“I guess we’ll see you at the ship then,” he says, playfully pushing you toward your car.

You gently kick his ankle, “night, Jeon.”

He smiles at you, bending forward to wave at Nic who offers him a short smile; “text me when you get home.”

As always, you wave to him without a second look.

“Did dad receive the confirmation for your parking spot,” Jungkook asks while swinging his keys around his pointer finger, leaving a house he just showed, “it has the information on where you’ll park your car at the port.” 

“He did and what about you, will you be doing the same?” Mrs. Jeon then asks about you, “how will she get there?”

He can’t help but giggle, his ever-curious mother always wondering about you, worrying that a small task may be a little too inconvenient for you, “you should pick her up really.”

Jungkook settles into his car, a playful eye roll following his mother’s assumptions, “already taken care of mom.”

“Good,” a sigh of relief can be heard on his end, “how is she anyway, we haven’t seen her since Mai’s little school performance.”

“Slow down, yeah?” Jungkook chuckles, “she’s busy too but good, I think anyway. She came over Sunday for dinner-”

“As usual,” Mrs. Jeon snickers to herself, “why don’t you bring her over here for dinner once in a while? I would like to see her too.”

“You really want that?” He arches an eyebrow.

Mrs. Jeon clicks her tongue, “yah, my son, you say that as if she hasn’t been an important part of my grandchild’s life. Of course, we want to see her but you say she’s always busy.”

“Oh,” he pouts, thinking it over, “well we have a whole week to catch up so you can make up for lost time then.”

“Mhm,” he could hear the smirk on his mom’s face, “she deserves a break Jungkook-ah, you know?”

Jungkook nods as if his mom could see him, “of course she does.”

“Between her work and then watching the baby, you keep her busy.”

Jungkook frowns, “yah mom, this is why Mai acts like a baby sometimes, she’s not a baby anymore, she’s turning eight-”

Mrs. Jeon clicks her tongue in protest again, “she’ll always be my grand-baby, and you - you’re forever my baby…”

He can’t help but smile this time, “yeah, I know. Anyway, you make it sound like I employ her or something, she comes in on her free time- whenever she pleases.”

“Ok ok,” his mother’s gentle laugh he can remember so clearly from childhood eases out of her, “I just worry she’ll think otherwise.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mom,” Jungkook sighs.

“Anyway, that’s what dad and I will be there for, yeah? To spend time with Mai and give you two some free time to do whatever-”

“And some family time with all of us, but I appreciate it, I’m sure we can squeeze in a childless night.”

Mrs. Jeon chuckles before ending the call, but not before one more reminder about inviting you over to dinner sometime soon.

Jungkook laughs to himself as he pulls into his driveway. Like clockwork, Mai’s school bus arrives at the corner. He steps out and waves to the bus driver when they drive off before Mai comes running down the sidewalk and into his arms.

“Hey, dad!” She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing the cheek he purposefully puffed out for her.

“You’re getting big, bean,” he groans, faking a backache after setting her down. He rests his hand atop her head, hanging her backpack for her before they trail into the kitchen.

“Your muscles aren’t so strong anymore then,” Mai quips, tossing a quick shoulder shrug her dad’s way when he turns back from the refrigerator to glare at her.

“Smart-alec,” he mutters, tossing a small tangerine at her. She dodges it and sticks her tongue out at him, screeching when he makes a run for her. With several feet of height on his daughter, Jungkook snatches her in no time, throwing her over his shoulder, tattooed fingers tickling her sides.

Jovial screams and giggles leap out of the little girl until he tosses her on the sofa, her dark hair a wild mess and cheeks red, “not fair dad, you’re still bigger,” she pouts suddenly. Jungkook leans over the couch, laughing while swiping Mai’s hair out of her face, pinching her cheek in the process, “what do you want to eat for dinner, kid? Ordering in tonight.”

Mai jumps up in excitement, shouting your name.

He laughs, pulling his phone out to peruse a menu to order from, “not tonight- I have a work dinner, so you’ll be-”

“Not a babysitter-dad!” Mai whines, stomping her feet toward him, “I don’t want a babysitter, they aren’t fun.”

He shrugs, taking her chin in his hand and squeezing it, “sorry babe, she’s busy tonight.”

“Fine, whatever,” Mai turns in one swift motion and disappears into the den, homework in hand. 

Jungkook groans with a slight curl to his lip, “yah, whatever…” he says to himself, wondering when his 7-year-old became a teenager.

With aching feet and a dull throbbing in your head, you sit at the breakfast nook in silence, swallowed up in the pleasant darkness of your apartment.

“Is it time to retire yet?” You want to cry like a baby, be coddled like one, rocked to sleep. 

Just then a ding from your phone pulls you from your minute misery; a text message.

[Mark]: Okay, I’m going to level with you, should I stop trying? This is the third time in the last two weeks you’ve canceled our date…

You purse your lips, re-reading Mark’s message while the conversation you had with Jungkook weeks ago looms in the back of your mind.

‘Always something wrong with every guy you date…’

You shake your head; that’s not true. Mark is a very sweet guy. He is kind of introverted in a big group but alone, he’s all about you. He treats you well and as much as Jungkook wants to tease you about it - Mark is not a bad kisser.

But…

You sigh as you tap away at the keyboard.

[You]: I’m sorry Mark…as you can see, I’m not great at being forthcoming…or communicating.

[Mark]: no, what??

Haha come on I’m an adult, I can handle rejection :’)

You smile, warmed by Mark’s playful attitude.

[You]: Is it worse if I say that you are a great friend? Because you really are.

[Mark]: Oo yeah, that hurts a little but you’re good, I’ll find some way to get over you..

[You]: Don’t make it worse >< seriously Mark, you’ve been good to me these last few months, it’s nothing personal.

[Mark]: you deserve it and I’m sure the guy knows it already

Your eyes widen.

[You]: Sorry.. what are you talking about?

[Mark]: Come on I’m not stupid either haha every time we were together and that kid called or her dad, you dropped everything to talk to them. Rubbing salt in my wound here, but didn’t you leave our date once to be with her?

Oh, that guy.

[You]: Right…He’s my best friend…and his daughter I mean yeah, I would do anything for her. So I can’t apologize for that, but this is even more proof that you are a great guy!

[Mark]: hahaha, ok I got it, I have to say this is the least demoralizing way any woman has rejected me before

[You]: You’re welcome? Haha. Good night (:

It couldn’t have gone any better, the guilt over Mark that settled in your stomach was now gone, but you couldn’t figure out why it didn’t make you feel better.

Mark is smart but he was wrong. Well…maybe answering Mai’s phone call that one night, while you and Mark were making out on his couch, was a bit excessive? You cringe at the thought…

Peeling yourself from those memories and the barstool proves easier when your incentive is to no longer question what everyone around you seems to have common knowledge of. Pouring water into a steel pot, you set it on the stove to boil for some ramen.

Not long after your meal is done your phone rings with the Jeons’ home number flashing across the screen; “Bean?” You answer, knowing it’s Mai since Jungkook only calls you from his cell phone.

You are greeted with an exasperated huff before she whispers harshly into the phone, “why didn’t you come watch me tonight?”

Choosing to eat straight from the pot because it was one of those days, you bring it into the living room, a grimace on your face, “my sincerest apologies kid. I told your dad I’d be busy with work since we’re all going on vacation soon.”

“Oh, well, I don’t like this babysitter, she treats me like a little kid,” you almost choke on your first bite of noodles, stifling a laugh at Mai’s dispense.

“Okay one - you are a kid and two - be nice, three - where is your dad?”

Mai scoffs with gusto into the phone, “work dinner,” she exasperates, “dad thinks I’m a dummy, I know he’s on a date.”

Your heart drops and with it goes your appetite, setting the half-eaten food down on your coffee table. You move the phone away for a moment, allowing yourself a second to let out a long breath before continuing, “how do you know that, you know your dad is a busy guy, he goes on plenty of work dinners.”

“Hm- again I’m smart, dad says he is going on company dinners when it’s actually with work people,” Mai’s tone is flippant, “but when it’s a date? He calls them ‘work dinners.’”

“Oh right,” you curse yourself for having this adult conversation with a child, “duh.”

Mai laughs, “dad has been going on a lot of work dinners-”

You clam your eyes shut, “y-you know what bean, I’m sorry but I’m exhausted- are you in any immediate danger that requires me to come over there?

“No,” Mai sighs with obvious disappointment, “I guess not.”

Even with the unsettling of your heart, Mai always manages to melt you to your core, “you sure?”

“Dad would be mad if I made you come here, I’m okay, I just miss you I guess,” her voice suddenly drops, and the little kid is back. The innocence you love so much about her pulls you in.

“I miss you too,” you say, “but hey- the cruise is coming up soon, okay? You’ll have your grandparents, your dad-”

“And you, duh,” she adds.

You shake your head, chuckling, “and me.”

After talking her through her irritation and simply missing the two people that are her entire world, Mai hangs up a little more satisfied.

You? You call it an early night, ignoring the dreaded feeling hanging from your heartstrings.

You aren’t sure how to feel once you wake up on the first day of vacation. Having lost sleep over the last week while bitterly packing for the cruise, you thought up several ways you could have canceled before getting to this day. Picking up your phone on several occasions to text Jungkook only to picture Mai’s disappointment. She likely would have shed a tear or two at your expense.

Finally the night before, you swallowed back your pride and zipped up your packed suitcase which was now sitting in the back of Jungkook’s trunk with the rest of their things. He and Mai sang along to a song while you tapped your hand against your leg, unable to keep the smile away from your face for long.

Mrs. Jeon greets you eagerly after smothering Mai in kisses, taking the three of you ahead as you enter the ship.

“Home for the next week,” Jungkook comes up from behind and puts his arm around you, pressing his palm into Mai’s hair and messing with it while she tries to fight him off. You move away from him and walk towards the elevators, “shall we settle in our rooms?”

Mai is the first to react, running toward you and grabbing your hand in the process before the rest follow.

Once in the rooms with Jungkook’s parents only a few doors down from your suite, Mai pops in and out of the door connecting your room to theirs, “we can have sleepovers every night!” She cheers.

You shake your head, laughing at her excitement while still taking it all in yourself. Jungkook comes in from your balcony, pressing two fingers against Mai’s forehead when she goes throttling toward him, “relax monster,” he chuckles, “and not every night, okay?”

“Okay, but at least when you go on work dinners,” Mai peers passed Jungkook’s hip at you making a face too devilish for a child, “I can sleep in her room?”

You’re glad the bed is there to catch you when you sit back. Jungkook gently pushes her head back, laughing, “we’ll see.”

You have to swallow back that all too familiar sickness, “come on Kook, it’s vacation.” Mai leaps forward with a toothy smile, “yeah dad, vacation!” She shouts, wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s legs. 

You watch the two of them dance around your room, Mai standing on top of Jungkook’s feet while they tease each other; “duck feet,” Mai says, proceeding to quack at her father.

“Do you uh- you have to work while we’re here?” You ask Jungkook. He sticks his bottom lip out and shakes his head, “nope, just one brunch with a few colleagues but that’s it.”

You despise the relief that immediately washes over you.

Switching into vacation mode proves a lot easier than you anticipated, given the new information Mai shared with you during that one phone call. You hate to admit it to yourself, but seeing Jungkook stick around for the first couple of days provides relief for you that he is in fact, not going on any work dinners this trip.

Shut up shut up shut UP…

Your thoughts eat away at your brain while you sit poolside, taking a break from carrying Mai around on your shoulders like a mermaid - per her request. You were her throne and she, the mermaid princess of an undersea world, Jungkook the villainous merman out to seek her crown. After a victorious battle against said merman, you urge Mai to continue playing with her dad because being the throne is a weighty job.

Watching them is almost better.

Like a shooting star, a smile beams across your face, sitting back to hold yourself together, barking with laughter when Jungkook throws Mai into the air. A shriek of excitement falls out of her until she lands safely in a big splash.

Jungkook raptures you as you look over to find his head tossed back, perfect teeth showing as he laughs with every part of his being - eyes closed, the only visible part of his face is the utter joy he is feeling.

Your heart beats faster, cheeks grow hotter but not from the sun. Like the kind of gasp that escapes you during a jump scare in a horror movie, a memory locked so deep floods your head. You lower the brim of your hat to hide the immediate tears that flood your eyes, relieved to see Jungkook and Mai continue to chase each other around the pool, making waves while splashing one another.

It was a long day, Jungkook enlisted your help with a colicky baby Mai in need. You read up on as many articles as you could before heading over to their place, finding him in a panic though he was trying to repress it for the time being.

With much effort on both ends, Mai was finally asleep after hours of fussing. Jungkook, desperate for his daughter’s relief to the point of tears, you decided to leave them alone in his bedroom while you claimed a spot on the couch. 

Waking up hours later, the sun is long gone. You head to his bedroom to say goodbye.

The door is still open and you find Jungkook lying on his side with his back to you, instead of sleeping like you initially assumed, he is humming. One hand rests under his head while the other moves in an up-and-down motion. You stand on your tiptoes and see Mai is still asleep, laid out on her back with her limbs sticking out, you cover your mouth to stifle a chuckle.

She looks angelic - long eyelashes tickling the tops of her chubby cheeks, you can even hear her heavy breathing beyond Jungkook’s soft hum.

“Is it possible to be this in love?” His voice captures your ears but it’s a welcomed sound. You can’t see his face but you’re sure he’s near to tears for the second time that day. Pushing off of the wall, you walk to the edge of the bed. Jungkook’s eyes dart to you, dropping his head, silently laughing at himself.

You pat his ankle, a chummy smile covering your face only to tease him, “I’m heading home, will you two be okay?”

He looks back at Mai before nodding, “thank you,” he sighs before moving out of bed but you try to stop him, assuring him that you can make it to the door in one piece.

“When do I ever let you walk out alone?” He whispers, kissing Mai’s cheek before carefully moving off the bed. He follows you to the front door. When you turn to wish him and Mai a full night’s rest, he swallows you in a hug. You stand stiff for a moment, unable to recall if this was something that had ever occurred before. You weren’t the bear-hugging type of friend.

Even more, you can feel your heart thrum against Jungkook’s and suddenly it becomes natural as you melt into his hold. You wrap your arms around his middle to which he pulls you closer and tighter.

Eyes closed, the feeling of being in his arms is overwhelming and cheesy as it all feels, you have to will the tears away as a rush of feelings come flooding over you. Every over-thought you’d wondered up to this moment is answered.

‘Am I falling for him? No…wait.

Do I love my best friend?’

“We love you,” Jungkook says close to your ear, shaking you from your thoughts, but with them are the crackings of your heart, “I don’t say that enough,” he adds. He finally releases you and you have to pull yourself together in a second.

“Jungkook, I told you I’d be here for you and Mai- no question.” You manage to say, clearing your throat.

Walking away from his house that night, you know for you, it’s all changed.

A shrill cry of your name jolts you awake, cold water splashing your midriff. Your eyes focus back and on Mai who is now sitting on Jungkook’s shoulders, “let’s race,” she says. Without hesitance you jump in after them, pulling a giggling Mai into the pool with you who begs for mercy.

After a warm shower, sleep proves victor over the book Mai begged hands and knees for you to read, but by the time you washed up and changed into fresh pajamas, Mai’s face was planted into Jungkook’s pillow, hair splayed across the white pillowcase.

Jungkook hears you chuckle from his place on the balcony. Turning to look over his shoulder just as you kiss Mai’s head, a gentle flutter in his chest mimics the rocking of the ship.

“She’s going to need an entire week to recuperate after this trip,” you come out and sit on the bench with him, drawing your legs up and holding them to your chest. Jungkook’s silence makes you curious, but when you look over, the look on his face tells you why.

Brows are set straight with his arms crossed in front of his chest, you can see every thought that's running through his mind. Instead of pegging him with a question, you tap his leg with your foot. He takes a sharp breath in, laughing at himself when he looks at you.

“I was just thinking,” he groans, moving forward to rest his face in his hands. Your heart crawls out of your chest in search of a way to soothe your best friend, yet all the same, you just want to hold him.

“I was just thinking…” he sighs with a shrug, “back when I was twenty-one, convinced I was this big hotshot with a realtor’s license and brand new BMW,” he laughs in shame, “ah- then all of a sudden there’s a helpless baby who I had no time to prepare for.”

You remember that time with him; recalling the day Jungkook called you to his then apartment, voice too shaken to explain why he needed you there as he returned a missed call from the local hospital. Of course, your mind assumed he was diagnosed with some kind of illness. 

But with the call on speaker, you watched the color drain from his face as child protective services spoke to him on the other end. Words are thrown around like fireballs- ‘your name was put on the birth certificate by her birth mother Mr. Jeon…a DNA test has been ordered so we will need you to come down to the clinic to complete it. For now, the infant will be placed with our services upon release from the hospital.’

‘No,’ he was quick to respond, ‘no-don’t do that please, I’ll bring her home. Can-can I bring her home?’

“You didn’t need that test to prove what you already knew,” you add, watching the way your best friend runs his hands back and forth through his hair. 

He took the test anyway and it was of course confirmed that Mai was his; “when you called me over, I couldn’t imagine what they would say and that was definitely the farthest thing from my mind.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world now that I know I’m a capable dad but-” his confidence drops and you sit forward, bending your head until you can see his face.

“But what?” You ask.

“Any chance at falling in love is out the window-” you can hear the guilt in his voice when he says that. He sits back and you follow, keeping your eyes on him. He chuckles with a crooked grin, “what?”

“Why do you do that? It doesn’t hurt you?”

He sighs, looking back at the water, “it’s easier, isn’t it? Sleeping around rather than risking a broken heart?”

“Jungkook, Mai’s mother-she was foolish for leaving you and even more for leaving Mai-I mean let’s not forget she, herself never even told you about your child in the first place-”

“Yeah but I’m still an idiot for even going there with her, I knew all she wanted was something casual and I gave it to her just so I could feel something.” He shakes his head.

“But one really good thing came out of that, right?” You push, taking your fingers and nudging his chin to force a smile on his face. 

He doesn’t argue, thinking of the little girl that is sound asleep inside.

A quiet hum settles inside of your chest drawing Jungkook to look at you. Your eyes set on the moonlight reflecting against the water; “I love your kid Jungkook.”

Just looking at your smile when you turn to face him, it’s a sight that nestles deep inside of his chest; “I already did before you even brought her home but I swear, my heart almost can’t take how much I love Mai.”

The gentle rock of the boat begins to lull you into sleep; chilly ocean air creates goosebumps over your skin as you fight your eyes rolling back, your breathing slows as a content hum comes out of you. Jungkook watches you for a moment, noticing the slight chatter in your teeth that pulls a giggle from him, “come here.”

Your heavy eyelids open to look at him, blinking inquisitively as he brings you closer to him. “I’m trying to warm you up,” he chuckles with another tug of your hand. He scoots down to rest his head along the sofa so you can lay your head comfortably on his shoulder; Jungkook’s body heat is all you need to fully accept his invitation.

“Just so you know,” he clears his throat, “because I know how my kid is,” Jungkook’s voice sounds like a subtle purr, “she loves you too.”

Caught in a haze of exhaustion and more emotion than your heart can handle, you nuzzle against Jungkook’s shoulder, willing yourself to fall asleep with those sentiments in mind. 

On the cusp of a deep sleep, you swear you feel Jungkook press his lips to the top of your head as he carries you off into the room.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re immediately aware this is not your bed though it isn’t entirely unfamiliar. Your heart launches in your throat as you sit up on your elbows, eyes pressed shut.

Okay now!

They pop open, your initial concern to find Jungkook lying there settles when you see Mai at your side. Her long raven hair strung across her face. 

A snore causes you to jump; awakened by his snore, Jungkook looks at you with one eye open, his body contorted to the size of the narrow cot meant for Mai. His feet dangling off the edge.

“You could have slept in my bed,” you snort.

He sits up, the sheet falling off to reveal his rippled chest and abs. You’ve seen his muscles several times, but the setting is far too intimate this time. You have to look away, pulling Mai’s hair off of her face. Jungkook stands and stretches, “it was nice falling asleep to you guys’ breathing- peaceful,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.

The days go by too fast. Each one was filled with various activities tailored to Mai as she enjoyed the time with her grandparents. On several occasions, she couldn’t help but announce how happy she was to have her favorite people with her all at the same time.

Although, on the second to last night, you fail to ignore when Jungkook doesn’t return from that brunch as soon as he assured Mai he would, showing up early in the evening sans tie and a fresh mark on the side of his neck.

He comes lazily into your room after a shower, greeted by Mai with open arms, “where were you?” She asks, pressing her face into his side.

“I’m sorry.” His answer is short and hardly an answer. You turn away to hide your disappointment, closing the coloring book Mai was using and putting away her crayons; “your parents said you had unexpected business come up after brunch?” You ask.

He looks at you and nods.

Liar.

“But look bean,” he picks Mai up, conveniently placing her where she can’t point out the hickey, “you’re going to dinner alone with grandma and grandpa tonight, okay?” Mai throws her head back, “you’re abandoning me again?”

You can’t help but laugh, curiosity pushing away the heaviness in your chest, “wait, why?”

Jungkook looks at Mai, “cover your ears.”

“But-”

He curls an eyebrow at her and with a loud scoff, she does as he says.

“They want us to have a night out. We can go to the club downstairs - dancing and drinks?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You shake your head, laughing while your resolve not to give in slips away, “I have a dress that deserves to be seen, might as well.”

While Jungkook spends the last few hours of daylight with Mai, you don’t waste any time and get ready. It isn’t often you can pamper yourself like this; hair laid sleek against your back, taking time on your makeup to ensure its lasting quality because you plan to dance away the troubles of your heart.

Just as you buckle the other strap to your heel, there’s a knock at the main door of your room. You peer into Jungkook and Mai’s room through the connecting door which has remained open the majority of the trip, remembering he left just a few minutes before to drop Mai off at his parents’ room.

You open it without much thought, stumbling back when you come face to face with your best friend. He catches you by the wrist, chuckling.

His hair is combed with an effortless side part, thick bangs swept on either side of his forehead. His patterned buttoned-down stands out though the short sleeves allow his tattoos to be on display. White slacks and a new pair of shoes adorn his lower half while a touch of gold jewelry ties it all together. Pushing your figurative tongue back into your mouth, you offer a simple compliment before stepping out.

Going unnoticed is the way Jungkook’s eyes slink over your figure, selfishly detailing in his memory how your dress fits you in all the right places.

“Hurry up slowpoke,” you call to him, already halfway down the hallway. He looks at you, wondering if you’ve caught him staring. You choose to turn away before he can see the smirk on your face.

Music booms around you while a colorful group of people aged from 21 to 90 fills the space for a final night of hoorah as you settle at the bar. Your feet are already aching after Jungkook pulled you straight onto the dance floor when you initially arrived. Having clubbed with him on many occasions, you aren’t surprised by his rhythm and ease in gyrating his hips to the music. Perhaps a little closer to you than you are used to, but you’ll allow a pass tonight. And really, are you complaining?

No. But you choose to ignore that voice in your head.

Jungkook is looking around until he finds your eyes. You blink, clearing your throat, “I have a confession.” He scoots in closer so he can hear you better, eyes dropping to meet yours. Stirring in his seat, you wonder if he’s fidgeting out of discomfort.

Liquid courage pushes you to continue, “I broke into my minibar and had a little pre-game before you came,” you admit. Jungkook drops his head and laughs at you again. His eyes squint beneath a beaming smile, you practically choke at how beautiful he looks, “y-you might have to carry me back to my room later.” Your tongue suddenly feels numb as you stumble over your words.

He nods, “you deserve to let loose,” his expression takes on more sincerity, “you do so much for me and Mai.”

If not for the mood lighting flashing in various colors, you swear Jungkook’s face is flushed. His blinks are slow and you wonder when he’ll stop looking at you like that-

“Here you are.” The bartender barrages in with your drinks. You jump slightly while Jungkook thanks the man, a straight line forming his lips.

After two shots and another finished drink, Jungkook is ready to dance into the wee hours of the morning. Head caught in a constant loop after those shots, you insist he goes on his own. Just then a woman’s voice appears close to your ear, causing you to jump back. Jungkook looks to where you are with some sort of a smile appearing on his face but you can hardly make it out through a hazy gaze.

He’s saying your name and you make every effort to concentrate, “this is my colleague, Rosie.”

Rosie smiles at you but you notice more the way her hands are wrapped around Jungkook’s bicep and then the way she moves her hand to smooth across his shoulders, tucking her fingers beneath his collar.

Rosie from brunch. You smile, “nice to meet you.” You can’t help when your eyes ghost over the mark on Jungkook’s neck once more, the one you’ve had to pretend wasn’t there the entire night.

“Likewise,” she hardly spares you a second look before her eyes are glued to Jungkook’s, “let’s go dance.”

Jungkook sets his attention on you when you stand, making it a point to plant your feet firmly on the ground, “go, I need to use the restroom.”

Rosie wastes no time and pulls Jungkook away.

You groan, staring at yourself in the mirror, eyes weighed down with one too many drinks though you’re still able to stand on your own. That deserves a pat on the back along with your determination to not allow this night to go sour as you make your way out to the dance floor once more.

But it all comes to a screeching halt when you spot Rosie and Jungkook, even more, the way his lips hover dangerously close over the skin of her neck, his hand smoothing over her waist. Their bodies are pressed together as they dance with not an inch of breathing space to spare between the two.

You can’t help the fire that rages through you though tears sting your eyes. Before he can see, given he even looks up for one minute, you make a desperate escape towards the exit.

Stupid..so stupid. Stupid on a monumental level. What did you think was going to happen-he’d magically fall in love with you on this trip? Yes…NO.

You sniffle as you rub the heels of your feet, skin red from the pain inflicted by your choice of footwear. Even after a long shower, scrubbing the black makeup off your eyes that melted onto the bags that are now present - you can’t shake the aching in your chest.

“Ugh,” you groan, tossing yourself back onto your bed. Hair still sopping wet from your shower and dressed in your comfiest pajamas, nothing could soothe you at this point. Mind still swimming in a drunken state, you wish you could just black out already.

Click.

The door to Jungkook and Mai’s room closes. You shoot up into a sitting position once more, immediately regretting that. Jungkook peers in through that middle door, chuckling at you and a little less drunk than you. He always held his liquor better than you did.

That fire flickers in you once more, so slight but it causes you to twitch. You can’t un-notice it, even when you look away for a moment while he moves over to you. His hair is a mess, shirt hastily buttoned, and the collar is tinted pink, not to mention the faded lipstick marks around his jaw. He steps any closer to you and you could name the brand of perfume she was wearing.

“Club closed like two hours ago,” your words are still a bit slurred. Jungkook just chuckles, “yeah, I’m beat.” You shake your head while he moves back in the direction of his room.

“Old habits die hard,” you mutter venomously.

Jungkook cocks his head, taken aback, “what?”

You straighten your shoulders when he looks at you, “are you really going to risk putting yourself in this same situation again? Just for a one-night stand? Have you forgotten how Mai came into the picture?” The deep frown on your face is hardly enough to hide how you swallow back the gasp following your accusation. The dagger you’ve pierced him with digs into his back while a crushing pain swallows him whole, you can see the crumbling beneath your best friend’s eyes.

His cheeks grow red when he turns back towards the door, “go to sleep,” he mumbles in a tone that has the ground shaking, tossing his room key to the side, “you’re drunk.”

You flinch when he slams the door shut.

The swaying of the boat doesn’t help the unsettling waves in your stomach and throbbing head. Even with the new presence of another person on the balcony, your head remains cradled in your hands.

“Here,” Jungkook says in a low tone but it still makes your head throb. He reaches out to you with a water bottle in hand, “and take these.”

You peer up, the torturous rays of the sun hurt your eyes. You shake your head. Jungkook smacks his tongue in disapproval, taking up the bottom space of the lounging chair you're sitting on. He opens the bottle for you and brings it up to your lips, “stubbornness won’t make you feel better, drink.”

“Oh god, please don’t say that word,” you retch, taking a sip. Another second later Jungkook pops the two aspirin into your mouth, assisting you with another swig of water.

The rushing waves settle around you but the awkward silence can be cut with the dagger Jungkook was still holding onto. He sighs, looking away from the wooden deck of the balcony.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so drunk before,” he says. The strained laughter that follows makes your chest grow hot along with the heaviness in his tone.

You feel his gaze fall over you and you finally look up at him, removing your sunglasses. He doesn’t tear his attention away from you, waiting to see if you’ll do anything, say anything.

“Do you remember-”

You’re nodding before he can finish his sentence, “I remember what I said.” You wish you didn’t, probably even more than Jungkook wishes he never heard it.

Jungkook sits there a little bit stunned, straightening his back and you can see the frown grow on his brow, “not that I owe you any explanation - I didn’t sleep with her, we just - I don’t know I just couldn’t-”

You question him with your eyes, “you’re right Jungkook, you don’t need to explain anything to me, we’re both adults.” You cut him off before it can hurt anymore, irritation lining your tone which Jungkook picks up on the latter. Somehow he still misses the longing behind your eyes.

“How about some leniency? I’m trying to be nice even though you insulted me last night-”

“You don’t have to be nice to me, I was out of line so let’s just drop it. I’m sorry for ever saying anything-”

“Will you let me care about you?” He snaps back. It catches you off guard, even when he’s been angry in the past, he’s never snapped at anybody. But the shock isn’t enough to stop you from feeling angry too.

“What are you talking-if this is you caring about me then please, spare me. I mean y-you came back to the room like nothing-” you groan out of frustration, swinging your legs over the lounge chair to stand up. The uneven weight nearly sends Jungkook to the ground but he manages to catch himself.

“Like nothing-what?” Jungkook follows you into your room.

“Nothing Jungkook, nothing happened, that’s what I mean. And you know what, nothing is ever going to happen,” you mutter, tossing clothes into your opened suitcase.

He grasps for the words falling from your mouth, managing to hear every last one, “what do you mean?”

You shake your head, “look let’s just give each other space, yeah? We only have today left so let me just do what you brought me here to do - let me do what I do best apparently.”

The riddled expression on his face only makes you grow more impatient for him to leave you alone; “that’s why I’m here right Jungkook - to take care of Mai while you rendezvous? I’m just a babysitter for Mai - that’s all I’ve ever been to you since she was born, right?”

His eyes grow cold while your words only chip away at him more and more, “you’re my best friend, I invited you to come because you’re like family-”

“Oh, just stop!” You twist pieces of your clothing between angry fists, “stop doing this to me-stop saying those things to me, stop cuddling with me like we’re-we-” you’re sputtering on the edge of stone-cold tears, “you just-you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Then tell me,” he urges you, “for God’s sake talk to me instead of pushing me away-”

“Jungkook, I love you,” you cry desperately, your body sinking, “I-I love you, and I can’t do it anymore.” You collapse onto the edge of your bed, praying the tears will go away so you can get a coherent thought out, shaking your head.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jungkook.” You weep quietly.

All he can do is whisper your name to break the deafening silence.

“Just leave,” you look at him with red, tear-filled eyes, “please.”

“But we should talk-”

“I won’t do this anymore…I just can’t,” you can’t stop crying, “please leave.”

There isn’t anything more heart-breaking than when the door shuts behind your best friend, you are left alone to steep in the figurative mess left around you. A storm rages your mind while tear after tear continues to fall, even when you occupy yourself with stuffing everything into your suitcase. Some hours pass when you’re still in your room, suitcase packed. You can hear Mai enter their room, voice muffled behind the closed door she was so used to being open.

Follows is a stern call of her name from Jungkook just before the doorknob turns but abruptly stops along with your heart. You can hear her asking him why before you assume he pulls her away from the door.

You force your eyes shut, pressing your tear-stained face into your pillow and praying the last day on this god-awful ship will magically be over when you open your eyes again. Body exhausted from the emotional day, you feel yourself sink into darkness until all subconscious thought disappears.

It was a fight to get Mai to understand why you weren’t going home with them the next morning. You never lied to her. Not once in all of these years. Not until today when you told her it had to do with work, that was why. She slumped into her grandma’s hug before going over to the car per Jungkook’s request who was standing near you.

“Jungkook, I just want to go home and I already called an Uber so-”

He just nods but you can see the hurt in his eyes, “will you text me-us? Text us when you get home?”

You look down at your phone, “I-um- I need to go over to the waiting area where I’ll be picked up, thanks for inviting me.” With that, you’re turning away before he can even breathe a second time. Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from you, watching you walk away, wanting to watch you until you're a speck in the distance.

“Mai is buckled in Jungkook-ah.” His dad calls him away before he can do any of that.

His thoughts spiral on the drive back home.

‘I can’t do this anymore…I won’t do this.’ Your words play like a broken movie reel in his mind. A sick feeling settles in Jungkook’s stomach; a strong taste of bile rises in his throat as he wonders if you mean it.

The days following begin to fuse into the next before you realize two weeks have gone by. Two weeks of missed phone calls from Jungkook but even more painful are the missed calls from their house phone.

Mai.

You have to hold your stomach every time you think of Mai. The innocent one caught between two adults she thinks the world of, the only two who are her entire world. It’s enough to make you want to lose all contents of your stomach which hasn’t been much lately. Getting by on a couple of sips from your morning tea and a bite or two of unbuttered sourdough bread before heading off to work.

Everything has lost its taste, life as you know it has lost flavor.

You always enjoyed work, as stressful as it could be at times. But it was becoming your mute therapist because you couldn’t talk about the things warring your mind. They just bottled inside of you, one after the other; when would it finally implode?  

Three knocks sound at your front door and you jump away from the counter, a small plate with a sad sandwich placed on top of it. You abandon it, you’re sure the bread is starting to mold anyway. Poking your head around the corner, your eyes are wide as they stare down the narrow hallway. The runner in the center of the floor is left askew, shoes tossed under the hallway table cluttered with your keys and three days of mail; everything is left unopened.

The doorbell screeches like a hungry crow; you yelp a curse before clamping your hand over your mouth. There’s no way he has the gull to show up at your house…

A muffled call of your name sounds on the other side of the door followed by rapid presses of the doorbell.

It’s Nic.

You sigh, moving down the hallway as quickly as you can before tearing the door open. Nic stands there with her arm up, her hand fisted ready to knock on the door, “well, hello stranger!” Her voice is laced with sarcasm and a toothy smile to boot. She’s already setting her things down on the small breakfast nook that separates the kitchen from the living room, she follows your every move until you’re standing on the opposite side of the counter, a waiting expression sits on her face.

“Wine?” She asks. You’re impressed when she pulls a long bottle out of her purse, something like Mary Poppins would do if she wasn’t so cheerful.

You shake your head, pushing the bottle back into her bag, “I’m cutting myself off forever.”

“Ah,” she nods knowingly and it’s confirmation enough that she is aware of the revelation that occurred on the cruise. You know he called her and asked her to check on you.

You lean onto the counter and Nic does the same after propping herself up on a barstool, “he sent you,” you state rather than ask. You know your best friends through and through. And beneath your broken pride and splitting heart, you can admit that they know you just the same.

Instead of a joke, she just purses her lips and offers you an apologetic smile, “he did.”

You shrug, resting your hand under your chin. The two of you continue in a stare-off that holds a thousand words between your shaking eyes and Nic’s patient ones. She doesn’t press you like you’re used to, but perhaps that’s because she can see the sheen across your eyes or the way you keep swallowing back the lump in your throat.

Nic, opinionated in all her ways and always managing to impose them on the ones she holds near and dear, bites her bottom lip when you close your eyes only for a few tears to fall shortly after.

She clears her throat, pressing a tissue into your hand while your head hangs low; “you should talk to him, babe.”

You’re shaking your head and Nic sighs, biting back her words until you pick your head up to look at her. 

She’s careful but direct; “So that’s it, you just cut him off? For how long are you planning on doing that - for forever?” Nic knows how ridiculous that sounds. Even more than when you swore you would take your once secret love for Jungkook to the grave.

“That’s the plan,” you croak, pressing the tissue over your eyes so it can soak up your tears.

“And Mai?” Nic retorts.

Your hands drop onto the counter along with your stomach; there’s no answer for that.

“Custody isn’t necessarily a thing between friends-”

“Nic,” you give her a stern look and she apologizes.

“Look, you don’t need me to say this because I know you, and I know how much you love Mai,” Nic’s tone sounds desperate for you to hear her, “but I’m going to say it anyway - I get seeing him and talking to him sounds incredibly painful, but are you really willing to lose that little girl’s trust? I mean anyone can see that she worships the ground you walk on,” Nic can’t help but chuckle but her seriousness never fades, “if you decide never to talk to them again, that-” Nic pushes her pointer finger onto the countertop, “that will be excruciating for her…” The second to pause allows you to feel the final crushing of your heart before Nic finishes.

“You can’t make this choice for her and not be in her life all of a sudden just because you want to run away from reality - Mai is just as much in this painful reality with you and Jungkook.”

You hate how right she is. You hate that Nic has taken every single word out of your mouth and made sense of it.

The sun is setting over the city as Jungkook continues to stare out the window of his office. It’s the end of a long workday. He’s tired after showing several houses from one end of the boulevard to the other. His feet hurt, his neck is aching, and he’s sick of wearing this stupid suit.

But he can’t think of anything else. He can’t think of anyone else. All he can think about is you. Sick with worry about his daughter who has no understanding of what’s happened. She’s asked to sleep with him every night for the past two weeks, it was the only thing that could soothe her anxiety. He wanted to be mad at you for cutting Mai off. Himself, he could understand, but Mai? Then again, he wondered how much he was to blame too. Did he unintentionally put his daughter in this spot? Going out with a different woman at least a few nights a week, asking you to babysit Mai every time? If he had just been honest from the beginning, maybe none of this would have happened.

He scoffs at himself, ripping his tie from around his neck and tossing it onto his desk. Of course, idiot, if you just confessed years ago, this wouldn’t be happening. Mai wouldn’t be experiencing her first heartbreak at seven years old. Selfishly, he wouldn’t have had to see the hurt that split you right down the middle when he waltzed in that night covered in another woman’s touch.

All the times you saw him that way.

Idiot. He has to laugh. Idiot doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“Hi baby,” Jungkook sweeps Mai into his arms when he finally arrives home, relieving the babysitter. Mai rests her head on his shoulder, pressing the moles she can see on his face with her finger. He’s not used to her being so quiet. 

It’s late; way past her bedtime.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Mai sighs into his shoulder.

“I know,” he rubs her back, walking into her bedroom. Maybe she could manage it tonight. Mai doesn’t fight it, climbing under her comforter when Jungkook pulls it back for her. He sits on the floor next to her bed, knees curled up to his chest, he looks back at Mai whose eyes glisten under the glow of the starry night light, “guess we need to talk, huh?” She asks.

Jungkook chuckles, pinching her cheek, “shoot.”

Mai’s eyelashes flutter when she looks away, “she always has dinner with us on Sundays,” she starts, “is she mad at me?”

Jungkook is quick to settle her disquieting thoughts, “never in a million years bud, she could never be upset with you.”

“Then why isn’t she coming over to see me?” Mai isn’t crying, but her eyes look back at Jungkook and he can feel a tear in his heart when she does.

He sighs, holding Mai’s hand inside of his; “I hurt her feelings, so I think seeing you makes it hard for her because I’m always with you, right?”

Mai nods, “So say you’re sorry dad.”

He muffles a laugh, “it’s not that easy for adults sometimes.”

“Why? Don’t you miss her too?”

“I do,” he admits, “and I care a lot about her too.” Jungkook says, eying Mai, searching for the right words before he continues, “do you know what that means, bean?” He rests his chin on top of his hand, stroking her hair away from her face with the other. Mai observes her dad, hands pressed underneath her cheek.

“Grandma says when you care about people, it means you love them, so-” she twitches her nose inquisitively and Jungkook can’t help but giggle, leaning in to pinch it, “ask me questions,” he says, helping her out.

Mai yawns, not too far from sleep. But Jungkook can’t resist this time before bed, when his daughter is on the precipice of sweet slumber and they are alone, talking about whatever. Most of the time they are teasing each other, but if Mai has spent the day with you, Jungkook especially wanted to hear about it.

“I guess, does it mean you love her like you love me?” Mai asks.

The corner of his lips quirk into a smile, “I love you more than you can ever know-” he stops to catch the twinkle in his daughter’s eye, “but this love is a little bit different.”

Mai nods and follows with a big yawn. Jungkook leans in once more to kiss her forehead, “sleep tight.”

“I won’t let the bedbugs bite,” May yawns again.

Before Jungkook steps out of her room, Mai squeaks, “dad?”

“Yeah?” He turns in a heartbeat.

“I love her too, and well you know how the other kids at school-well most kids have their moms you know?”

He can feel the final shattering inside of him when he goes to rub his chest. Jungkook moves in, sitting next to Mai when she sits up, “I feel like I love her how a kid is supposed to love their mom-like she is the very best friend I will ever get to have, dad,” Mai looks up at him, “if she is mad at you, please make it better because I think we need her for forever.”

Tears brim the outside of Jungkook’s eyes, his smile trembling when he stares down at his literal heart in the shape of his child; “I love you so much,” he pulls her into his lap where Mai finds solace hiding her face in his shoulder.

“But my friend at school can never know that, it would hurt her feelings,” Mai muffles against him. Jungkook manages a gentle laugh, pressing a long kiss to the top of Mai’s head, his tears going unnoticed by his daughter.

The last time you received a call from Mai’s school was a year ago, she pushed a boy who tried to put a dead lizard on top of her head. He fell back and scraped his elbow. Mai was not about to let the school call her dad.

‘He won’t be as mad if you’re with me!’ She insisted, holding her hand in yours as the two of you crossed the street, a detention slip in her other hand.

Listed as the third emergency contact under her grandma, your stomach churns, wondering why they would be calling you. There is no question whether you would answer or not.

“Hello?” You breathe slowly into the phone.

The woman on the other end informs you she’s the principal; “Mai’s father and grandma haven’t returned our calls; the kids had an early release today but it appears they have forgotten to pick her up, and the buses have all gone.”

You frown, they never forget to pick Mai up from school. And if either one couldn’t, you were the next in line if she wasn’t going to take the bus; “oh-uh okay, I-um-I can be there in-” you look at the clock above your desk, ignoring the incomplete work before you, “I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

You rush around the room to gather your things, darting for the door with your keys in hand.

By the time you’re walking up to the school Mai is running through the main doors, the principal right behind her smiling as Mai meets you halfway. She clings around your waist and it instantly causes your eyes to water, “hi bean.”

“I missed you,” she says, pulling herself off of you only to grab your hand. She pulls you with fervor to your car, barely giving you time to look back and wave at the principal.

Once settled in the car you turn towards the backseat and look at her with raised brows, “did they know you were getting out early?”

Mai purses her lips, eyes widening when she shrugs in response, quick to open a book to read when you start the car.

“Hm,” you turn around without much afterthought, making the drive back to their house. It’s been three weeks now, three weeks since that morning which you’ve tried desperately to forget, and three weeks since talking to Jungkook and Mai.

You aren’t sure what classifies as tension between an adult and a child, but the Mai who is usually speaking faster than she can keep up with has taken to staring out the window, staring at the buildings whizzing by and trees blending into the other. You look into the rearview mirror every so often, pretending you don’t know why she looks so indifferent.

Hugging you was a good sign, but now she seems awkward, dashing out of your car and beating you to the front door. You eye each other when you make it there. She gives you a sarcastic look, looking at your keys for a moment before you get the hint. You always had a set of keys to their house. It felt weird using them now.

Mai pushes the door open impatiently, the keys still in the lock with your hand attached to it, “hey-geez, slow down will you-no running-” you smack your tongue, setting your things down when Mai runs down the hallway to her bedroom.

Your chest fills with air as you take a glance around their home, singing praises that Jungkook’s car is not in the driveway meaning he must have been too busy to eat lunch at home.

“Mai,” your voice echoes down the hallway, “Mai you know shouldn’t be running in the house.”

She’s sitting at the small table her grandpa made for her, her homework already laid out and a pencil in hand. You watch her for a moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment of what you’ve said. But she just sits there, chin resting in her hand while she reads over the assignment.

You sigh, moving to sit on the floor next to her, looking over her paper to read the words but all you can see is the blank expression on Mai’s face. You poke her hand, “anybody in there?”

She moves her hand into her lap and starts writing.

You know why she’s doing this and you can’t be upset, but it does sting a little. Usually, it’s a fight to get her to do her homework when you’re around; “so you’re just going to ignore me? I thought you missed me.”

It’s only then that her eyes dart to meet yours, her eyes a mirrored reflection of her father’s. It’s always amazed you how they twinkle like stardust is floating around in them. You attempt a smile but it just falls when you notice how her eyes are glistening with tears.

“I missed you too bean-”

“Na-uh, I’m a kid but you don’t need to lie to me, I’m a tough kid.” She defends herself.

“Mai,” you sigh.

“If you missed me then you would have come to see me, but you didn’t for three whole weeks, so you’re just a liar,” Mai abandons her pencil and drops her face onto the table, creating a barrier around her head with her arms.

That cuts you deep.

A liar.

You sit there and listen to her sniffle before working up the courage to touch her arm, she flinches and you wait for her to pull away but it’s more surprising when she doesn’t.

“Bean, will you look at me please?” Your tone is soft as you rub her arm. She shakes her head.

“Please," is all you can say. You watch her chest heave when she complies a minute later, cheeks wet from her tears, she can hardly keep her eyes on you. You reach over and wipe her face with the back of your hand, squeezing her chin in the process. She bites back a smile.

“You lost a tooth!” You gasp, holding onto her chin and moving it down to reveal the new gap in her bottom teeth. She can’t help but perk up at you noticing, “it fell out when I bit into an apple,” she giggles. You laugh with her, watching her round cheeks glow pink; “Mai, I really have missed you.”

She moves her lips in a thinking manner, finally, you can breathe a little bit easier when her eyes find you, “I told dad you are my best friend. And usually best friends like to see each other, so,” she hums, scrounging around for her thoughts, “so you didn’t come over and I thought you just didn’t want me to be your friend anymore.”

You’re shaking your head, cursing at yourself, “that would never happen, not in a million lifetimes kid because you’re my best friend too.”

She understands but you can still see the questioning in her expression as she tries to piece it all together so it can make sense. You pull Mai closer to you until she is sitting right in front of you, her legs tucked underneath herself; “I am so sorry bean, for not talking to you and for not coming around-” you start but you wonder how to continue, looking around the room as if there is some viable answer written on the walls, “I was…angry about something and it hurt me really bad. So I thought being alone would make me feel better.”

Mai plays with your hands, perhaps not even noticing she is doing it, “did it?”

You have to chuckle at her, if only you had a measure of Mai’s honesty, you and Jungkook would not be in this current situation, “no, because I just ended up hurting the one person who means so much to me, the only one who has never hurt me back.”

Mai looks at you hopefully, “me?”

A smile beams across your face and you pull Mai into you until she is giggling, “yes you, silly.”

After a moment of light-heartedness, Mai settles back down, drawing circles into the shag rug, “dad said he hurt your feelings, so I guess this is all his fault.”

You hum, rubbing your hand over her hair, “well - no, I can’t put all the blame-”

“MAI?” The desperate yell for her name causes both of you to jump. Mai clamors to her feet, darting into her bathroom and slamming the door shut.

“What-Mai?” You’re launched into a panic, one over the fact that Mai’s face drained of any color at the sound of her dad’s gruff voice and second, it’s Jungkook’s voice.

Her name falls off of his tongue like rapid fire. Before you can say anything he tears into Mai’s bedroom and comes to a screeching halt at the sight of you. He’s breathless, staring at you. All you can manage is to gesture at the bathroom door, “she ran in there.” Just then Mrs. Jeon comes in behind her son, worried eyes finding relief upon seeing you, “oh thank God, please tell me Mai is here,” she sighs.

You nod, confused as ever, “her principal called me because it was an early day and nobody was there to pick her up…” You stop, realizing there was a major miscommunication and Mai was the culprit.

Jungkook’s eyes are fierce, eyebrows in a straight line when he moves in front of the bathroom door, hand rattling the doorknob which is now locked. He makes a fist ready to pound on it when his mom stops him, “you’ll just make it worse,” she speaks calmly, looking back at you. Her hands are trembling when she reaches out to you, you move forward and grab them.

You fumble with words, “She must’ve-”

“We’ve been looking everywhere for the last hour - since when did my kid start scheming - open this door Mai!” Jungkook starts again, his worry fuming out of him.

“Jungkook-ah, please,” Mrs. Jeon pleaded, pushing herself between the door and her son, “the important part is that she is safe…why don’t you go to the kitchen, get some water and just relax for a moment.”

“Mom-”

She shakes her head, “I will talk to her, now go.”

Hesitantly he drags his feet and leaves the room. Your stomach does flips when Mrs. Jeon settles her attention on you, hand resting on the doorknob of Mai’s bathroom.

Please, don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t-

“Will you keep an eye on him, please? I don’t know why but he’s been so worked up lately-” Mrs. Jeon shrugs, unsure of what else to say. You take a deep breath in, nodding as you march out of the room at a snail’s pace.

He’s bent at the waist, face pressed into his palms before he runs them back through his hair- it’s shorter now. He takes a deep breath that is promptly cut off when he sees you standing there, your hands resting on top of the granite countertop. Your fingers twitch with anxiety, palms feeling clammy as your heartbeat picks up again.

He finishes a glass of water, turning around to set it down in the sink. He doesn’t look back at you, resting his hands at the edge of the counter, “thanks for being there,” his voice is barely audible, “you-uh, you don’t have to stay-”

“I’m sorry.”

His shoulders tense, another breath is trapped in his throat at the sound of your voice. It rasps and shakes at the threat of new tears but you hold them back for as long as you can. You aren’t sure how long that will last.

“Jungkook?” You aren’t confident saying his name, unsure if he is seething because of Mai or if it’s really because of you.

He nods before turning around, looking at the top of your head before his gaze shakes over your eyes until he gives up, looking down at the floor.

“I don’t know-” you stop when you hear Mrs. Jeon come down the hallway, she stands next to you and rubs your back, a more relaxed smile on her face.

“She failed to let us know that it was an early day, says she forgot,” Mrs. Jeon shrugs. You and Jungkook look at each other knowing full well that Mai is the mastermind behind this very moment; “but she understands the severity of what she caused and is ready to apologize to you,” his mom looks from her son to you, “and you.”

Jungkook thanks her and walks her to the front door after she hugs you; “oh,” she calls to you gently, “come over for dinner soon? It’s like pulling teeth to get this boy to bring you over, we miss you.”

You just nod, smiling at her before Jungkook closes the door behind her. He rubs the back of his neck, reclaiming his spot across from you. The island provides a safe space between the two of you as you lean your weight against it.

“I’m sorry,” his tone is unsure but you can feel the guilt radiate from him, “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say that,” he sighs, “and so many other things.” He mutters the last part but you manage to hear it.

“I was hurt,” you swallow so hard that even he can hear it, “I’ve had so much pent up - for years…I just lost it.”

“We always talk about everything. I mean, d-don’t you think I would have wanted to know about something that important?” His words are desperate to be heard, steeped in weeks of constant questioning.

“You make it sound like confessing is so easy,” you can’t help the frown that appears, “the risk involved? Because telling you just so I can be rejected doesn’t mean just losing you,” your voice struggles, “I’ll lose Mai too and god, I can’t stomach that.”

He’s looking at you now, directly at you, blinking away what you can only assume are tears.

“I-I didn’t want to risk that so I held it in, I pushed it away until I believed that I didn’t love you anymore but,” you shake your head, “I realized it wasn’t going to go away even after every date you came home from. How I’ve had to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach when you traipse in after you’ve been with another woman, a woman that could never be me - will never be me. I was so mad that I couldn’t be jealous enough or hurt enough by that to stop loving you. I want to stop, but I can’t figure out how-” your words taper off when you notice a trace of a smile spreads across his lips. 

“Are you sm-smiling?” Your hands tremble and you’re ready to storm out of there.

He is smiling, it’s barely there but you can see it. 

“Can I say something?” His eyebrows lift as he looks at you with hopeful eyes.

You aren’t sure if you should be offended by the crooked smile on his face, the same one that melts your insides and makes your palms sweat. You just nod, ready to take on another offense.

“I love you too.” His voice is shaking. 

Everything stops. Your heart launches into your throat and you aren’t sure if you’re breathing anymore. You can feel your mouth fall open, you have to tell yourself to close it. Jungkook just waits.

The confident, suave Jungkook you know all too well is replaced by the loving human you have known even more. The man who masks his worth with fleeting escapades that never last past one night or a weekend at most.  

“What? What do you mean,” you stutter, your lungs feel like they are collapsing, “why are you telling me this now?”

Jungkook closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head, “I’m scared too.” He says, opening his eyes to look at you. 

He takes you in, the intensity of his stare enough to make you fall back, you can only hope there’s enough strength left in your legs to hold yourself up. Your stomach flips when he makes a step forward to which you take one back.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything when it all happened,” his feet move toward you again in one small step, “I wanted to tell you then but rightfully so, you were so upset. Then you were telling me to leave-”

“I didn’t-I-”

“You didn’t want me to reject you?” Jungkook fills in the blanks for you. You nod sheepishly, wringing your hand around your wrist.

The air stills when Jungkook’s fingertips graze your hand, “have I ever rejected you since we’ve known each other?”

Your mind races. Intentionally, no he hasn’t. As much as you dropped everything to be with Mai, Jungkook would do the same. When your car broke down on the freeway late one night? Jungkook was there before the tow truck, a sleeping Mai in the back seat of their car. When you didn’t get the promotion you worked tirelessly to earn? He was at your apartment to pick up the pieces, later that night you and Mai baked cookies together and ended that awful day with a movie - the three of you cuddled up on your couch.

Jungkook has always been there.

“God, all I’ve ever wanted is you,” Jungkook can’t stop himself long enough to allow you to stay in your thoughts. He can practically see your heart thumping out of your chest, he can feel your warm breath stagger out of your mouth. It isn’t until he decides to reach up and touch your neck with a ghostly touch does your breathing still. His touch is so slight it leaves goosebumps all over your skin. You swallow the lump in your throat when his hand grazes your jaw before he cups it around the side of your face. His fingers rub the shell of your ear.

“Do you still want me?” He fills the gap between you with careful steps; you can see the longing in his eyes and you wonder for how long you’ve missed that. With the little space left, it’s almost too difficult to look up at him; “Jungkook I-”

His breath stops at the sound of your voice like he’s ready for the ultimate rejection. His beating heart prepares for more pain.

“Yes,” You’re breathless. You only catch a second of the smile spreading his cheeks before he pulls you in. Muscular arms wrapping tightly around you but he’s careful to leave breathing room. All too naturally, your face nuzzles in his shoulder, breathing in his scent as your arms fold around his waist.

His nose presses into your hair, cheek warm against your temple.

“Wait,” you push your hands against his chest to create space. He grabs your hands to keep you close, “are you serious?”

He chuckles, nodding, his warm breath casts over your face, putting you deeper under his spell.

“After all of that happened, I didn’t think I had a chance. I didn’t think it could even be a possibility before,” his eyes look uncertain now, “you know too much about me,” he runs his fingers back through your hair, “but you are everything to me…you’ve loved Mai without me even asking you to,” he sighs, his expressions always more serious than most but it’s the Jungkook you know. Innocent eyes staring down at you, “watching you with Mai these last seven years has been the highlight of my life, but it was torturous too-”

You press your face into his chest, chuckling while tears overcome you, “torturous?”

Jungkook picks your chin up and kisses your tears away; “you were always in arm's reach but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I just settled to silently love you.”

You shake your head, allowing Jungkook to wipe each tear away with his thumb.

“I was afraid it would confuse Mai. She’s my world too, you know?” You whisper.

“She’s too wise for her age,” he brushes his nose against yours, wearing the smile that exposes his bunny teeth, “trust me, she knows enough that we should be a family.” 

His eyes search for an answer in yours, you don’t have to ask for the question running through his mind when his gaze sweeps over your lips. The only thing that forces him to stop is when he chuckles low.

“What?” You smile, head floating in ecstasy, you think you could pass out.

“I guess that stupid fortune was true.”

You shake your head with a small smile. He fidgets, “I love you-” he manages to get out before your lips press against his. They are slightly chapped but so soft as they mold to yours. You can feel your skin growing hot when his tongue rubs against your bottom lip. It takes everything in you not to burst right then and there, fallen victim to his tender kiss.

“I love you,” you stop to say. His slight pout at the break in your kiss makes you chuckle.

Jungkook lets his chin rest against your shoulder when he pulls you in, the two of you staying that way for a little bit. If not for the quiet pad of Mai’s bare feet tapping down the hallway, he thinks he could have stayed that way with you all night.

His eyes brighten when he sees Mai stoke around the corner, saucer-sized eyes spying on the two of you.

“Come here bean,” Jungkook’s voice surprises you, and you pull away as Mai runs into the kitchen. Before you can say anything to her, she wraps her arms around your middle, nose pressed into your hip. She muffles something.

You sniffle, “I can’t understand you,” you giggle, grabbing her chin in a tender grip so she can look up at you. Her eyes are wet again, resting her chin against your stomach, “I said, I love you.” Mai whispers like her dad can’t hear her. Her cheeks grow red and she immediately shies away.

Jungkook rubs her back with a loving stroke when he hears your breath catch in your throat. You kneel and take Mai’s face in your hands, “I love you so much, bean.”

“Enough to stick around forever?” She laughs nervously, swallowing back a soft cry, “because it was horrible without you, dad doesn’t know how to build forts like you do.” Jungkook laughs, nudging Mai’s back with his knee.

There’s a gentle mending in your heart when she says that, you stroke her hair and laugh with glistening eyes, “I promise I’ll build forts with you until we’re both too big to fit in them, and even then kid, you can’t ever get rid of me.” You are struggling to hold back the ugliest of sobs.

Mai doesn’t answer, she only falls forward into your arms, nuzzling her face into your hair. Jungkook joins you, resting on his knees to wrap the two of you into his hold. 

You pull your face away enough so you can look at him. He kisses you before mouthing the words you’ve so yearned to hear him say; “I love you.”

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[jjungkookislife]

Baby Kicks

pairing: husband!Jungkook x pregnant wife!reader

genre: established relationship, expecting parents au, fluff [18+]

wc: 887

summary: Jungkook has spent the day doing karaoke to find his baby’s favorite songs. 

warnings: mention of reader gaining weight, mention of reader’s body changing due to pregnancy, jungkook helps reader off the couch, implied smut

date: February 7, 2023

The couch wasn’t big enough for the three of you. Jungkook was on the very edge of the couch while you and your rounded belly took up the rest. Your dog, a sweet little corgi named Blackjack, was sitting on the floor by your feet with a frown, glaring at your husband. Blackjack had been sitting on your lap, a hard feat now that your belly had grown so big the past few months but then Jungkook had laid himself down on the very edge and unfortunately for Blackjack, the couch wasn’t wide enough for four and he’d been the one to hop off, needing more room to stretch out. That didn't mean he wouldn't hold a grudge against your husband, in fact, your pup was already plotting his revenge as he stared at the back of Jungkook’s head. 

“Babe,” you sigh as your fingers run through Jungkook’s long hair. It had grown as much as your belly the past three months and you loved it. Jungkook said he wanted to look good when the baby arrived and you laughed and told him he looks wonderful. Though you’re sure it also had to do with the way you pulled his hair when you were intimate and he wanted to give you something to hold on to. Jungkook would never admit it though. 

“There’s not enough room for the three of us on the couch,” you tell him as you rub your belly lightly. Jungkook pouts as he looks up at you from his spot on your belly, his tattooed arm draped over your hip. 

“But I’m comfy,” he pouts. 

“Baby, you’re hanging off the edge,” you point out. “If I take a deep breath, you’ll fall.”

Jungkook huffs, snuggling his face into your belly once again. “I just want to feel Mini-Me kick for me.”

“He has been,” you remind him. “He liked Baby Shark when you sang to him earlier.”

Jungkook groans. “I want him to like more than Baby Shark.”

You laugh, fingers scratching at his scalp. Jungkook moans softly and your heart flutters. 

All afternoon, Jungkook had been singing karaoke, trying to see which songs would get a kick from his son. 

“He liked Vibe,” You giggle and Jungkook pouts, his doe eyes glittering in the lowlight of the living room. 

“I don’t want him reacting to my brother’s voice,” Jungkook shakes his head as he rubs your belly. “Uncle Jimin is not your favorite. I am. I'm your daddy.”

A soft kick gets him to smile brightly. Jungkook chuckles, grinning from ear to ear. He had sung a few songs after that, hoping any of them would get your son kicking, and you’d scolded him when his Mini-Me got too riled up. 

“He’ll be up all night kicking and I won’t sleep.” Jungkook had looked abashed, promising just a few more songs before calling it a day. You had agreed as you got comfortable on the couch, only for Jungkook to sing Unholy and give you a look that sent you over the edge. 

You had dragged him straight to your bedroom, moans filling the apartment soon after. 

Now, you were relaxing after dinner. Music still played in the background and Jungkook hummed along to a few songs, not wanting to rile up his son right before bedtime but if he happened to kick for him, he’d be ecstatic. 

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs sleepily as he cuddles into you, his head now between your breasts. 

“I love you too, baby. Come on, let’s go to bed. This couch isn’t good for my back and I need my pillows.” Jungkook nods as he lets himself drop to the floor. You roll your eyes at him.

“You could have just gotten up normally,” you shake your head with a laugh. 

Jungkook shrugs. “Didn’t want to hurt you or Mini. Let me help you up.”

You slowly move your legs so your feet touch the floor and Jungkook takes hold of your hands to help lift you off the couch. Tomorrow he would suggest going out to purchase a new one. One that would fit all three of you and perhaps Blackjack as well. 

Jungkook helps you to the bedroom, hovering as you do your nightly routine before he’s helping you get into bed. You groan once your head hits the pillows and you get comfortable. Jungkook is lightning fast with his own routine, stripping to only his boxers before climbing into bed with you. 

He’s quick to drape himself over you, sharing the warmth of his body with you until later, when you're fast asleep and too hot to keep him wrapped around you. For now, he’ll rest his head on your chest and his large hands on your tummy. He couldn’t wait to meet your child, to hold him, and snuggle him and love on him. Just a few more weeks and he’d be able to hold him in his hands. 

Jungkook kisses your jaw and you hum, nearly asleep. He giggles as he feels the tiniest movement from your belly. 

“Goodnight, Mini-Me. I have a new set list for tomorrow,” Jungkook grins. “Don’t tell your mommy.”

“Jungkook, go to sleep!”

“Whoop! Gotta go, Mini-Me!” Jungkook kisses your belly before moving to cuddle you instead as you melt under his touch. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

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[jvngkook97]

Can you write "Baby kicks" for Jungkook? 👶🍼

Knockout

synopsis; in which Jungkook feels your baby kick for the first time and nearly gets KO’ed in the process.

pairing; boxer!dad!jungkook x pregnant!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, domestic au, slice of life au, pregnancy au, drabble

warnings; BOXER koo, DAD koo, those are pretty much all the warnings you need tbh, oh and minor suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit (cause I couldn’t resist hehe)

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,003

a/n; this request got me in my FEELS let me tell ya. it’s been so long since I’ve written for daddy!koo and I can’t thank you enough anon for spurring the inspiration to bring him back! hope it helps you and your daddy!koo needs as well! don’t be a silent reader! <3 like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer (and many others!) motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet, @k-vanity

One swift punch left, one jab right.

The onslaught seemed to be never ending.

Jungkook pauses in his workout when he hears you let out another groan within the span of less than five minutes.

The punching bag in front of him swings back and forth like a pendulum, and he watches it for a moment, getting lost in a state of zoning out.

“Jesus!”

You try to muffle the way you used the Lord’s name in vain with the sleeve of your sweater (Jungkook’s actually), biting into the thick material with your teeth clenched so hard that when he whips his head to look at you he can see your jaw muscles tighten considerably.

His eyes soften, facial features dropping at your very obvious discomfort. Pivoting on his bare feet, he walks off the thin, blue mat and towards your slightly hunched over figure. While he walks, he takes off both boxing gloves and shoves them underneath one armpit to hold. Using the other hand he uses the back of it to wipe off the sweat that drips along his forehead, the last hour and a half of his workout having taken a toll on his body.

Kneeling down in front of you, he winces when he hears a pop from one of his knees, a sign of his ripe age of 30. Your loose hair is hanging in front you like a shield, and though he can’t lock eyes with you, he can hear your muffled snicker. It makes his eyes narrow.

“What was that, y/n?”

Your entire body grows rigid when his voice penetrates the silence and you slowly sit back up against the back of the chair, hair now only half shielding your face so he can see atleast one eye and half of a sheepish smile spread across your guilty lips.

With a light puff of breath, you blow the hair away from your mouth that settles itself there at your new position. Before you can do it yourself – a slender, tattooed hand rises within your vision to push your hair back and tuck it behind your ear. The same hand begins to caress your cheek, one thumb running over your jawline slowly that has your eyes beginning to droop from how nice it feels, but when they get half closed, they widen open once again at the light pressured pat on your cheek.

He taps once. You glare.

“Hey!”

He taps again. You secure your hand over his.

“That’s for snickering at my popping knees.”

You pout cutely, brows furrowed in mock anger. He makes a point to rub the middle of your forehead to erase the wrinkles when he frees his hand from yours. Your once feigned angered expression scrunches into one of pain when a sharp punch hits you within your stomach.

Both of your attentions get drawn instantly to your bulging 37 week pregnant belly. You both just stare and wait.

What looks like a tiny little foot makes the surface of your skin stretch up and mold into it for a split second then just as quickly disappears as soon as it comes, leaving your belly jiggling lightly in it’s wake. At the sight, even Jungkook flinches along with you, him not expecting to see such a strong kick from your baby.

His hand presses down on the spot you both just saw your baby kick, and once again, you both wait. This time it occurs again, but not as harshly, just enough for Jungkook to feel it against the palm of his hand. After your baby retreats, Jungkook gets an idea. Instead of placing his hand back on your belly, he begins to lower his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I just chugged some banana milk not too long ago so this babe is really feeling it now.”

“What banana milk?”

Oops. You forgot that he doesn’t know that you know he has a secret stash kept at the gym. Cat’s out of the bag now.

The sheepish look appears on your face like earlier, and deep within his gut he just knows.

“How long?”

You make a show of popping your lips, lightly drumming your fingers atop your belly as you answer, voice small and barely audible. He leans his head further towards you to hear you better, unknowingly putting himself in the perfect position to be within the danger zone.

“Y/N~.” He warns lightly, voice becoming sing-songy as he stretches out your name purposely.

“Koo~.” You mimic him perfectly.

“How long have you known about—,” he sucks in a sharp breath with a hiss, retreating back from your figure with a hand rubbing the side of his face to nurture the sore spot he just received. Not expecting the sudden punch, he lands flat on his ass from losing his balance that was already wobbly as he put his full body weight on his feet due to kneeling.

“Jesus fuc—,”

You slap your hands over your mouth with a surprised gasp, attempting to stop the bubble of laughter that was building steadily within your throat. The action causing your already moving belly to move even more. Your eyes began to water from holding your laughter in, light bursts slipping through your pursed lips. When his piercing glare diverts from your belly and onto you do you finally let it out.

Throwing your head back, he can’t help the light twitch of his lips as he bites back a smile at your bellowing form. You start stomping your feet on the floor as you laugh that causes a slightly annoyed look to appear on his face.

“Ha. Ha. Laugh it up, baby. You’ll be paying for this later at home, where your knees will be popping when you’re the one kneeling.”

He laughs humorlessly, sardonically even, arms crossed over his chest that makes his muscles flex deliciously, a sight that has your lips parting of their own accord and thighs rubbing together.

That shuts you up.

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[nochukoo97]

Hi! What if you write dad!Jungkook x mom!yn, when yn and their son prank jk with the prank "shut the hell up, mom" ?

omgg the moment i saw this i had to write it immediately HAHAHA even though i dont’t normally write jungkook being a dad, this was pretty fun to write, here it is 😊😊:

Pairing: Dad!Jk x Mom!Reader

Summary: (request) You and your son come together to play a prank on his father, not knowing how your husband would react.

“Okay Jungmin go and sit at the couch and use your phone, when Appa comes I’ll pretend to nag at you for using the device okay?” You laugh with your son as the two of you set up the prank for your husband who is yet to return from work.

Soon enough you hear the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway, both of you get into your positions to act out the prank, excited yet also scared about how Jungkook would react.

Jungmin was a fairly well behave child, here and there he would playfully jump around and make noise, but he knew to never disobey and disrespect his elders, thanks to you and Jungkook bringing him up well. You were slightly worried Jungkook would start chiding him immediately the moment he showed a small bit of disrespect but yet also excited to see how he reacts.

The front door opens and Jungkook shouts a “I’m home,” shuffling out of his shoes and taking off his coat, he enters the kitchen to see you cooking, or you’re pretending to stir the soup that was finished thirty minutes ago, but he doesn’t have a clue.

“Hi Jagi, missed you so much at work, didn’t see you the whole day,” Your husband slightly whines in your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You laugh and reciprocate a kiss from him, then he leaves the kitchen to go find his son, who was currently sitting on the couch looking extremely engrossed in his game.

“Hey,” Jungkook slots himself next to his son as Jungmin puts down the phone to hug his father. Your son decided its the right time to slowly start the prank, so he speaks, “Appa can I tell you something?” Jungkook replies with, “Of course, what’s up?”

“Mum is being really annoying today, she keeps nagging at me the whole day,” Jungmin fake-complains, and your husband only sighs in return and says, “It’s for your own good Jungmin-ah, and she means well when she does this, try and listen to her okay?” Jungmin only mumbles a half hearted reply when he goes back to looking at his phone.

“Dinner’s ready, come to the table,” You call your son and husband as they approach the dining table and take their seats.

“Looks so good Jagi, thank you for cooking,” Jungkook groans as he smells the warm food on the table.

You decided that it was the perfect time to start the prank, seeing Jungmin was burried away in his phone

“Jungmin-ah, put your phone away, it’s time to eat,” You scold your son, nagging at him and acting as if you were extremely exhausted from having to keep reminding him.

What happened next took you by surprise by how well Jungmin had acted out, you had to take a second before realising he was only acting.

Jungmin slammed his phone on the table, causing Jungkook to whip his head towards the noise. “Mum, just shut up! I hate you! All day you only have been nagging and nagging at me! You’re honestly so annoying!” He yells at the top of his lungs, and you act shocked, placing a hand on your chest.

“Jeon Jungmin. That’s enough. You don’t talk to your mother like that. Go to your room right now and reflect on your actions.” Jungkook’s loud and stern voice echos through the dining room.

Jungmin looked genuinely terrified of his father at the moment, scurrying up the stairs and shutting the bedroom door.

“Jagi, I’m so sorry he said all that, you don’t deserve it, I’ll go deal with him after you feel better ‘kay?” Your husband stands up from his seat and embraces you again, but you can only laugh as you realised how serious Jungkook was.

You were touched by how much Jungkook valued and cared about such things, but at the same time it was hilarious seeing how he had no idea that this was all a prank.

“Jagi- what? Why are you laughing, hey this isn’t funny he shouldn’t be disrespecting-” You cut Jungkook off by wheezing out a “It’s a prank” between your uncontrollable laughs as he can only frown at you in confusion.

“Oh my god, Jagi, I was so mean to him, wait here I need to go apologise what if he’s crying,” Jungkook rambles as he scurries up the stairs and opens the door to find Jungmin laughing on the floor after eavesdropping on what had happened downstairs.

“You were in the prank too??” Jungkook can only look at the two of you in disbelief.

In the end, all was good and Jungkook felt really bad for shouting at his son, but they made it up by watching a football match together and staying up late.

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[blackbarbiies]

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕖. - 𝘫.𝘫𝘬

pairing: teen! moonbyul x papa!jk

summarry: 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘺𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘬 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘥𝘥, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯! 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

Moonbyul situated herself at her desk, waiting for the FaceTime call to load. She begins writing down the formula of the slope interception.

The call picks up, and Jungkook comes into frame. He sat at his desk, clicking away at the computer. “Hey, papa!” Moonbyul says, waving her hand. Jungkook chuckles, waving back just as energetic.

“Hey moon,” he clears his throat, “have you eaten?” He questions her, looking right at her from his screen.

“Yes papa I have, mama made salmon and rice,” She says, writing in her notebook. Jungkook hums in interest, typing away at his computer as the comfortable silence take over him and his daughter.

“What about you, papa? Have you eaten?” She glanced at the screen, questioning to her dad. “Yes moon, I had some glass noodles earlier.” He says, his eyes never leaving the computer.

“Where’s your baby brother, I heard he’s getting big.” Jungkook leans back in his chair, finally having time to talk to his daughter after typing out the rest of the information.

“He’s back there, mama will be up to get him soon though,” she pointed back to her bed where her little brother slept. She giggles, remembering something. “He also ate lots of salmon, he even chewed it! He kept stealing mama’s salmon and it was so funny.” She laughed, recalling a few minutes ago. “That’s all your mom right there,” he jokes, getting closer to the frame to look at his baby boy.

-

“Moon, mama told me she gotten a call from the school saying that you were failing Mrs. Miller’s class.” He clears his throat, balling his hands together and placing his chin up on his knuckles.

“Mama said she wouldn’t tell you! —’’ she huffs out in annoyance, folding her arms.

“Nuh uh! Girl we don’t do that pouting.” Jungkook scolds, “I thought mama and I told you to study?”

“I did papa, but school is hard—’’ she whines.

-

He chuckled. Looking down at his phone, he smiled. “Mama just sent me a picture,” he smiled cheekily at his phone, typing something.

“What are you responding? Are you saying that mom is the beautifull-est woman in the world?” Moon jokes, smiling.

“Yes! But many many more words.” Jungkook sends the message, smiling as the message sends.

-

A few minutes into the call, you were on your way upstairs to get Seehung. “Oh, mama’s coming!” Moon grabs her pen, quickly returning back to her untouched notes.

As you enter the room, your husband zeros in on you from his side of the screen. “Hey baby.” Jungkook calls out, bowing visibly.

You giggled, bowing back. “Hey honey, have you eaten?” You ask, grabbing Seehung off of the bed, then walking over to Moonbyul’s desk. Scanning over the notebook, you hum in satisfaction.

“You don’t gotta watch my daughter study, she good,” Jungkook jokes with you, scolding you for making sure that your daughter’s paper had at least been halfway full.

Sitting down, you smile into the camera. Jungkook returns the smile, ingnoring his intrusive thoughts.. for now.

“I heard you up here scolding my daughter, she’s ok. Mama got her situated.” You scolded jungkook, rubbing your daughter’s back.

“I can do whatever I want with my daughter because you know why? She mine!” He points to himself, chuckling playfully.

You sat and watched Moonbyul write down different ways to find the formula on a graph. Until… Jungkook interrupted the silence.

“Naomi, your face has gotten a bit fatter.” Jungkook leans into the camera more, studying his wife’s face.

You smiled. Covering your face as you look down. “It’s because the salmon, my face is a little swollen.” You rub your face, smirking a bit.

“Baby, are you pregnant?” He asked you immediately, causing your head to shoot up from your daughter’s paper. (Moonie did the same)

You laugh, “boy bye. I said I’m done with these kids. Two is enough.” You tried to hide a smile threatening to shine through.

“Moon, do your work. I’m not.” You told your daughter, looking back at her paper as she writes.

-

“Mama, your face is really rounded— you sure you not?” Jungkook shuts up immediately as you glare at him.

“I’m not.” You say, covering your face.

“Mmm, don’t hide mama. You know I been giving it to you right before I left.” He flirts with you, causing your eyes to widen as you cover your daughter’s ears.

“I ah— have to go to the restroom!” Your daughter excuses herself, entering the restroom.

“Mama, I know you pregnant. I just know it.” He says, clearing his lens.

You giggle, rolling your eyes. “So what if I am?” You question jokingly. Jungkook hums, narrowing his eyes at his sexy wife.

“Baby, Naomi, Jeon Naomi.. I know I handled you well, and we both know we want more children.” Jungkook seriously talks, looking straight into your eyes through the call.

Damn, he know how to make your insides flutter real bad.

“Ok, I am. Damn, I was tryna wait til you came back but I guess that plan didn’t work.” You laughed out.

Jungkook smiled, his eyes staring at his wife in awe. “So you’ll have my baby, mama?” Jungkook asks, smiling as he ruffles his hair.

“Yes, yes I will baby.” You reply, smiling.

“Ok ma’ call me later, after you put Seehung to bed.” Jungkook says, looking at his wife’s ass as she stood up. “You know I will baby.” You said, placing a sleeping Seehung in a coodle position in your arms.

“Bye mama, don’t forget to call me!” He smiles, watching your backside as you walked off.

A happy moonie prances out of the bathroom.

“Mama’s pregnant!”

oh shit..

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Stay With Me | The Date 

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, fluff, smut 

Word Count - 3k

Things between you and Jungkook are awkward. Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mutual pining from afar, angsty 

MINISERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook: Traffic is crazy, I’m about 30 mins away I’m really sorry

Kook types out the message quickly before tossing his phone onto the passenger seat of his beloved Mercedes. He was supposed to pick up Seol for the week an hour ago but it seems as though nothing is on his side recently. Roadworks. Classic. As if things for him could get any worse.

The radio station reminds him of the time along with a traffic update which earns him to scoff humourlessly, as though he wasn’t already aware of the situation. It’s been one week since he last saw you, one week since he’d last heard from you because much to his disappointment you never replied to his drunken messages. A dramatic sigh escapes him, his knuckles white when he grips the steering wheel tight enough to break it.

Kissing you that night is all that’s been on his mind, how amazing it felt, how he still melts like putty in your hands even after all these years… Does he regret leaving when he did? No. It wasn’t right and deep down he hopes you recognise that too. Does he wish he explained himself before making a dash for your front door? Yes. Absolutely yes. You’re probably confused and hurt and after years of telling him he needs to work on his communication he’s disappointed in himself that he didn’t do just that. Uncertainty washes over him the closer he gets to his old home, simply because he doesn’t know what to expect.

Are you angry with him? Are you upset with him? Will you even say hello to him? Or will Seol be waiting on the front porch with his bag ready for another week with his father? The sky is grey and bleak, mirroring your ex-husbands mood when finally, after what feels like an eternity he pulls up outside. He makes quick work of getting out the car, desperately needing to stretch his long legs after the even longer journey here.

“Fucking hell…” He grumbles with pinched brows, straightening his back and shaking the ache from his calves.

To his surprise Seol isn’t waiting outside, but he figures that’s probably because it’s cold out and he did take the piss to get here. You probably made him wait inside. With a pounding heart and knots in his stomach he rings the doorbell, mindlessly tapping his sneaker to the ground as his legs tremble with something akin to anxiety.

“Dad! Finally!” Seol beams, standing to one side to let him into your home.

Jungkook notices his son’s large bag at the foot of the staircase, guilt eroding his insides, “Sorry Seol, traffic was fuc-, traffic was really bad today… Is your mom home?” He’s peering around the house he knows like the back of his hand, but to his disappointment you’re nowhere in sight.

“I’ve heard you swear before you don’t have to cover it up anymore, I’m almost thirteen remember?” Seol’s smile is bunny-like and mischievous and for a moment Jungkook forgets all about the situation he has going on with his ex-wife. It sucks only being able to spend time with Seol every other week, this kid is his entire life.

Kook mirrors his son’s grin with a warm chuckle, “How could I forget? You’ve been sending reminder alerts to my calendar for weeks.”

“Mom’s upstairs getting ready.”

“Getting ready?” Instinctively Jungkook’s brow quirks, it’s almost 6:30PM.

Seol sighs, uncomfortably shifting his weight between his legs that aren’t much shorter than his father’s at this point. While you and Kook have made a conscious effort not to put Seol in the middle of your divorce or any other personal dramas of yours, sometimes that’s exactly where he finds himself be it intentional or otherwise. 

“She’s going out tonight, I’m just gonna say bye before we go…”

But before Seol has chance to make his way upstairs the sound of your bedroom door opening sends a rush of panic straight to your ex-husband’s chest. “Is dad here yet?” He hears you call out from upstairs and straight away he swallows. He’s so nervous. He needs to explain himself but that could be tricky with Seol here… He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, unsure of how to go about the situation.

“Yeah he’s here! Are you coming down?”

As much as Jungkook wanted to see you and clear the air and explain himself, that all goes out the window the second you appear on the staircase. You look… breath taking. Your hair is styled in an effortless slicked-back ponytail, you’re wearing a tight strapless black dress that flaunts the shape of your body and leaves absolutely nothing to his imagination. A modest amount of cleavage displayed has him awestricken, similar to a hormonal teen. The dress ends just below your knees and you’ve paired it with a YSL bag, ironically enough an old Christmas gift from your ex-husband, and a pair of strappy stilettos. You look stunning, even your makeup is done to perfection, which in Jungkook’s mind can only mean one thing.

You’re going on a date.

He feels beyond underdressed standing in the entrance to your home wearing black sweats and boxy grey t shirt that’s so oversized it practically drowns him. When your eyes meet his he doesn’t miss the way you curse under your breath, nor does he miss the way you immediately snap your gaze to a different direction.

“Mom you look so nice!” Seol gushes when you get to foot of the carpeted stairs, “Is that your friend outside?” He gestures to the headlights beaming through the window, and Jungkook’s heart breaks a little bit more.

The Jeep outside is presumably owned by the man sitting in the driver’s seat. He’s wearing a baby blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, flaunting his expensive looking watch. Jungkook can’t help but notice his arms are completely bare from tattoos, definitely nothing like his own body. So this is your type now? The man doesn’t really resemble your ex at all, which sends a pang of insecurity to his bones. He does look to be Korean like him though, but he also looks very handsome, his sharp jawline and model-status features further adding to Jungkook’s self-loathing.

“Yeah that’s my friend.” You nod gently before turning to Kook, your voice merely a whisper, “Sorry… He was supposed to be gone by the time Hoseok picked me up, I haven’t-, he doesn’t know about him yet…”

At this Jungkook forces a thin smile, “Got it. Don’t worry about it. My fault for being late… Right are you ready son?”

“Mhm,” Seol crushes you with a big hug when Kook grabs his bag for him, “Bye mom! Text me when you get home safely tonight.”

You snort, wrapping your arms around your only child, “Of course, have a fun time with dad. I’ll see you next week… I love you.” When the words slip out you find yourself glancing at your ex-husband whose already staring back at you.

“I love you too!” Seol beams, and just like that they’ve headed out the front door.

You wait a couple of minutes to gather your bearings. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Jungkook and Seol weren’t supposed to see Hoseok. You feel guilty, ashamed even, for going out with Hoseok tonight when you kissed you ex-husband barely a week ago in this very house. Clearing your throat you do a purse check: Keys, credit card, cash, lip gloss… Condom. More guilt unease’s your stomach lining. Should you cancel? No, Jungkook is the one who walked out on you. Fuck him, he obviously doesn’t care, you try to convince yourself.

Except you know that he still loves you.

When you make it to Hoseok’s Jeep he slides out the car, opening the passenger door for you – he’s such a gentleman. But it’s Jungkook’s Mercedes still outside that frustratingly has your whole attention, why hasn’t he left yet? You’re frowning, which doesn’t go a miss by your date.

“You look gorgeous Y/N, so that’s your ex-husband?” He asks, brow quirking curiously when Jungkook appears once again, putting Seol’s bag in the trunk of his car.

You feign a smile, trying to ignore the way Kook’s beefy inked arms flex when he handles the luggage, snapping your eyes back on Hobi, “I-, uh, yeah it is… Thank you.”

“Shall we?” Hoseok’s grin is breath taking, it’s not long before he plants a sweet kiss to your cheek and you clamber into the huge vehicle, driving off before your ex has even left your driveway.

Jungkook starts his engine with a tight set jaw, watching the bigger car speed off into the unknown, “So what do you wanna do this weekend son? I’m thinking takeout tonight and maybe the movies tomorrow? It’s two for one on Saturdays.”

But Seol’s too fixated on something on his phone to hear his father’s voice, he’s sitting in the back with his Airpods in mindlessly scrolling through what Jungkook thinks is TikTok.

“Okay then… Good talk.” He chuckles to himself, drumming his fingertips against the steering wheel.

But in his mind he’s replaying the events of last weekend over and over again until he almost misses a stop sign. Fuck. Not ideal. Just like the way you’re on a date right now with a handsome guy who owns a Jeep and probably knows how to communicate his emotions maturely unlike him. Again, not ideal.

When you arrive to the restaurant Hobi gives you his arm, guiding you to the table he’s reserved especially for tonight. It’s a lot fancier than what you would usually go for, to be honest you wouldn’t mind having a pizza and beer in front of the tv, but as you’ve figured out by now Hoseok appreciates the finer things in life. It’s different. It’s not necessarily bad. Just different.

Hoseok is gorgeous, there’s no denying that. His face is long and chiselled, his nose something plastic surgeons surely receive as a reference picture from clients because it’s that perfect. His jaw is sharp, contrasting to his bright soft smile that lights up the room whenever he shows it. You could get lost in the depths of his brown almond eyes… If you weren’t preoccupied thinking about your ex-husband.

Jungkook is a pizza and beer counts as a date type of guy, you only really ever splashed the cash and went somewhere fancy like this when it was a special occasion. Or when Kook managed to get a deal somewhere since he’s a certified coupon king. There were times in your marriage you wanted him to be more like Hoseok, you wanted him to show you off and give you a reason to dress up to the nines, but he rarely did. Maybe that’s what made it so special when he did take you out like this.

It’s unsettling really, how Hoseok seems to posses everything Jungkook lacked, and yet here you are sitting opposite him wishing he was more like the man you divorced. It’s when Hoseok reads the wine list, and actually reads the wine list, that you realise just how different you are. You would simply skim the options until you find the cheapest bottle, whereas Hobi is taking his time making the selection.

“Are you secretly a sommelier or something?” You chuckle, eyes exploring the flesh of his arms… The completely bare flesh of his arms that hold no stories or secrets. Again it’s not bad. Just different to what you’re used to.

At this Hoseok laughs, the sound chesty and thick, but his eyes never leave the list he’s still reading through, “Would it impress you if I said I was?”

You roll your eyes jokingly, “Not really… Wine is wine, it all gets you drunk and that’s what I care about most.” You giggle, “Honestly I’m not picky, just get whatever.”

And make it quick.

“In that case we’ll get the 2017 Ornellaia, it’s from Tuscany you’ll like it.” Hobi assures you with a smile, calling over a nearby waiter, “Oh and by the way I have actually done an introductory sommelier course when I travelled to Italy.” He winks, but rather than feeling impressed you feel… Uncomfortable.

“Actually…” You sigh with a small apologetic and guilty smile, “Um-, I just remembered… I need to go and give Seol something, I’m so sorry.” Before you can stop yourself you’re standing, you need to get out of here now.

“Oh? Can’t your ex help you out?”

No he can’t. Because you’re lying through your teeth to escape this date.

You’re shaking your head softly, “I’m really sorry Hobi… At least it’s still early! I’m sure you can find someone else to enjoy your night with.”

“Okay.” He nods once. He doesn’t put up a fight, he doesn’t look phased, he doesn’t seem as though he cares at all. That’s all you needed to solidify that you’re making the right decision in cutting the evening short.

And after a somewhat pricey Uber ride that’s what leads you here, standing outside Jungkook’s small apartment still in your evening clothes. Why? You’ve no idea. Truthfully you miss his quirks and inside jokes, the way you know he would’ve rolled his eyes at the idea of your date being a wine expert. You miss pizza and beer dates. You miss him. 

Maybe you could make this work after all, if he’s willing to. Things have been pretty mixed signals between you both lately, one minute you were making out the next minute he was leaving. One minute he said he still loves you, the next he was gone. You close your eyes. Communication. That’s all you need, that’s all you’ve ever needed.

When Jungkook swings open his front door he’s counting notes, mumbling to himself, “Okay so that should be thirty eight fifty, are you sure the pizzas aren’t on offer right now? I could’ve sworn—”

He freezes, like a deer caught in headlights when he registers that you’re the one standing in front of him. You. His ex-wife. Seol’s mother. Y/N.

“…What are you doing here?” His voice is weak but oozes with surprise, his stare mindlessly dragging up and down the curves your body has to offer in this dress. You blush. He blushes. It’s awkward. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your uh-, your friend tonight?”

Your gaze drops to the floor, specifically to his unmatched socks, heart hammering inside your chest, “Yeah-, no I left… Wasn’t going to work out.”

Jungkook’s heart stops beating, his hands turn clammy and he’s sure you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallows. It suddenly dawns on him that you left Hoseok and came straight to him. You’re here, with him. You came here, for him. Maybe he didn’t completely fuck this up after all.

“Look Y/N I owe you an explanation for last weekend, I didn’t leave because I didn’t want to go through with it… I-, I left because I did,” He’s whispering, slipping out into the hallway with glassy eyes swimming with worry, “Can we talk? A proper talk. About everything… About-, well about us.”

“Jungkook… Why do you think I’m here?” You smile, a genuine heartfelt smile. You’re about to tell him you still love him when you see Seol’s eyes peeking over your ex-husband’s broad shoulder, forcing you to change the subject quickly, “So you guys are having takeout tonight? Very healthy.”

Your son shoves his father out the way, coming into the hallway wearing a shocked grin, “Mom? I thought-, Why are you here? Are you having dinner with us?”

Your gaze is fond when it lands on your ex-husband, he’s biting his lip to supress what could be the world’s biggest smile if he allowed it to be, “If that’s okay with dad.”

Kook’s voice is low enough for only you to hear, “You have no idea how okay dad is with that.” His signature bunny-grin tugs the corners of his lips, happiness sparkling in the depths of his doe-eyes. He ushers you into his home with a large palm resting on your back, “So! I’ve got some beers in the fridge and pizzas are on the way, are you okay with pizza and beer? Sorry I would’ve cleaned if I knew you—”

“Pizza and beer sounds perfect.”

x

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[jjkgyu]

DAD!BTS: jungkook as a first time dad ♡

you and jungkook found out you were having twins at your second appointment, and you both sat there frozen in shock. you weren’t sure if the both of you were exactly ready for one baby, let alone two. but jungkook couldn’t help but cry and assure you he would be there for all three of you, and that reassured you that everything would be fine

he told you he would be happy no matter the genders, but he can’t stop crying with happiness when he finds out he’s having two boys. he kissed your belly 38745x a day, telling his babies that he can’t wait to meet them

jungkook is secretly super nervous to be a dad, and he spends a lot of time with his own dad as he waits for his sons arrival, trying to learn as much as possible. he reads books and articles and watches shows about parenting because he wants to feel as prepared as possible so you can rely on him for anything

he absolutely loves that you need to buy two of everything. the two cribs, high chairs, prams - it all excites him so much and he wants to absolutely spoil his babies with two of every single toy he can find

jungkook’s favourite part of the day is when you both are ready to sleep in bed, and he holds his hand gently against your stomach, feeling his sons kick and move around

when you go into labour in the middle of the night, he jumps out of bed to pack every last minute thing and help you to the car, no matter the fact that he’s half-asleep. he hates that he can’t take any pain away, and he doesn’t want to leave your side for even a second

when jungkook meets your babies, he can’t help but cry when he sees their little faces and holds their little fingers in his. he thanks you a million times for giving him his beautiful sons

he documents the whole thing, capturing the moment he first gets skin-to-skin with his babies. it’s a sight you never want to forget - your husband sitting beside you, hair ruffled from sleep, two sleeping babies in his tattooed arms as he holds them tightly and whispers something only they could hear

jungkook is so proud to take them home to meet everyone, but he makes sure to take it slowly since you’re still recovering. he manages to take on every role possible - cleaning, cooking, diaper changing, bathing etc. not only that, but he makes it look easy

at first he joked about getting them mixed up, which he stopped when he actually nearly forgot which one he was holding when you left him alone for the first time with them. now he makes sure to differentiate them by the colours they wear

he introduces your babies to bam carefully, as his dog was super excited at their arrival. his sons take a liking to bam right away, which melts jungkook’s heart as he watches them attempt to pat the dog that’s 187383x their size

jungkook springs out of bed when they cry at night, and does his best to comfort both at once, rushing back and forth from crib to crib before you swoop in to help him

he sings to them all the time, which turns out to be the only way they can fall asleep at night. you find yourself in their room most nights, gently soothing your babies to sleep to the sound of their daddy’s voice

he loves to hold both of them in his arms when he does anything, which proves to be a challenge when he’s making bottles and their little feet kick around and milk spills all over the bench

he has to have one on each knee whenever he’s sitting anywhere, so he can bounce them gently and listen to them both giggle

jungkook tries so hard to make sure their first word is daddy. you have an unspoken competition, with both of you repeating your name to one baby in hopes one of them will repeat it back. you both can’t help but laugh when your son repeats ‘mama’ back to jungkook one day, but he still tears up at his sons first word.

first steps come soon after, with two little babies wobbling around the house. he keeps an eye on them even when he’s busy, and always swoops in just in time to pick them up before they go crashing into anything

he definitely cries at any milestone because he hates the fact that they’re growing so quickly, even when they’re only a few months old

jungkook is so reassuring as a husband too. he tells you often how good of a mother you are, and how well you’re doing. “i’m so lucky you’re the mother of my kids,” he’d tell you whenever you both got a moment of peace in your hectic days

jungkook is very passionate about finding hobbies for them at a young age. he takes them to taekwondo, dance, art lessons, drum lessons etc before they both find their passion for soccer

jungkook is their number one supporter and first row to all their games. all his member’s sons are on the same team so he loves that they get to catch up saturday mornings while watching their little ones play

he hates whenever they get hurt, however they’re tough like their daddy and even when they’re bleeding they get right back up to play, which makes jungkook proud (and you extremely worried)

that’s another thing about having jungkook’s sons - they take after him in so many ways. they’re super adventurous, wanting to try the scariest, tallest rides at amusement parks which jungkook gladly goes on while you hold your breath until the ride is finished

they are super curious about jungkook’s tattoos, asking about them and tracing them with their little fingers. he’s definitely the type of dad to get tattoos dedicated to his kids

jungkook doesn’t really like taking on the discipline role, which means you have to be the bad guy most of the time. he finds it so hard to be stern with his kids because his heart melts when he looks into their identical big doe eyes

he’s also not strict with school at all. as long as they do their best, he couldn’t really care about grades. jungkook loves to do the drop offs and pick ups and he makes friends with all of his son’s friends parents too

jungkook will drop anything he’s doing to be there for his kids. when he’s on tour and you call him from the hospital after your son hurts himself playing soccer, he’s on the next flight home to be by his side

he takes them out with him often, to parks and cafes and museums because he wants them to learn as much as possible. he takes them to busan often to see his family and so he can show them where their daddy grew up

jungkook would be eager for another baby pretty soon after, bc he knows his boys would be the best big brothers

overall, jungkook would centre his life around his kids, being the most perfect dad and making new fatherhood look like a breeze <3

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #dad!jungkook #dad!bts #bts #bts fic #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts as dads #bts as dads imagines #bts dad imagines #bts dad scenarios #bts scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #husband!bts #husband!jungkook #bts fluff #kpop fluff #jungkook as a dad

[agustdakasuga]

Everything’s A Competition

Genre: Romance, fluff, comedy, oneshot

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Characters: Idoldad!Jungkook, Mom!Reader, Son!JeonJunghyun

Summary: Not only does your son look like his father, his personality is the same as well. They both sleep a lot, eat a lot and whine about everything. But this also means that you’re the mediator when the two get in a fight. What do they fight over? You. 

The sunlight streaming through the curtains woke you up. You groaned, annoyed that the beam was in your face. Reaching over, your arm touched the cool mattress rather than a body.

“Huh?” You raised your head. Indeed, you were alone in bed. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you got out of bed and shuffled out of your bedroom. You scratched your head, looking around until your eyes fell on the broad back of your boyfriend.

“There you are.” You sighed.

“Oh. You’re awake.” He turned around, waddling over to you with a big childlike grin. His arms engulfed you immediately, his big body practically leaning on your smaller one.

“Okay, okay. Good morning to you too, Koo.” You patted his back, cheek smushed against his chest. Bam trotted over, wagging his tail excitedly.

“Good morning to you too, Bam-ie.” You smiled, holding his head in both your hands to rub his ears.

“I better go wash up. I probably have morning breath.” You said to both boys with a chuckle and headed back into the bedroom. That was until you heard footsteps behind you and saw Jungkook following you with Bam.

“What?” Jungkook blinked.

“Nothing.” You laughed, pulling your hair up into a bun.

“What are the two of you doing?!” You asked as they followed you into the bathroom. Bam just panted with his tongue out of his mouth. Jungkook pretended to busy himself with an imaginary lint on his shirt. Sighing, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of them so you used the toilet quickly and brushed your teeth.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook smiled as he leaned against the wall, staring at you through the reflection of the mirror. You snorted, you had crust in your eyes and toothpaste dribbling down your chin.

“I love you.” Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your shoulder.

“Koo!” You were trying to wash your face but he was making the task a lot more difficult than it usually is. When you were done, you grabbed your towel to dry your face.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked as you were headed out of the bedroom.

“To wake your child.” You replied with a flat look.

“Nooooo. Don’t wake him up yet.” Jungkook whined, holding your waist to block you. You struggled against him as he teetered you back into the room, closing the door with his foot.

“Why? You know very well that if you don’t wake him, he’ll sleep forever. Proves that he really is your child.” You scoffed. Even if you were asking why, you knew very well why Jungkook didn’t want to wake your son yet. There was always a competition between father and son… over you.

“He always steals you from me.” Jungkook complained.

“He’s our son! You should have thought about that when you decided to have a kid. You should be teaching him to share.” You hit his head.

“No. No. No.” He shook his head. Every time he did that to Jin to block him on Bangtan Bombs made you laugh but now that he was doing it to you, you understood Jin’s frustration.

“Come on. He’s as grumpy as you if he wakes up hungry.” You patted his shoulder with a sigh.

“10 minutes.” Jungkook laid you on the bed, using his body weight to weigh you down. You nodded in defeat, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Are you gonna grow your hair long again?” You asked.

“Do you want me to?” He lifted his head to stare at you. You shrugged, looking away. Jungkook smiled knowingly, he knew how much you loved his long hair. You just wouldn’t admit it because you were stubborn but that didn’t stop Jungkook from teasing you. He didn’t tell you that there were already plans for him to have long hair again.

“Omma!” You heard a cry from the other room.

“I’m here, baby! Jungkook, he’s awake. Let me go.” You squirmed.

“Just come here!” Jungkook shouted, refusing to let you go since his 10 minutes was not up yet. Your 3 year old son teetered in steadily, dragging his stuffed bear by the foot.

“Omma! Mine!” He burst out crying when he saw his father hugging you. To him, you were his and not Jungkook’s.

“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” You kicked Jungkook’s shin to get him away from you. He hissed, trying his best to not curse in front of the child. You bent down to pick him up to sit in your lap. He buried his face in your chest, wiping his tears on Jungkook’s shirt that you stole.

“There. There.” You stroked his head to console him, standing up to walk out of the room. Bam slowly walked by your side, trying to extend his nose to touch your son’s little foot.

“Are you hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge. That got his attention as he lifted his head to look at the fridge with wide eyes.

“Yoghurt.” He pointed.

“Okay.” You chuckled, putting him on the counter to take the yoghurt out. Grabbing his bowl, you prepared the yoghurt for him, putting some berries inside for him.

Jeon Junghyun, your 3 year old son, the baby that ‘replaced’ Jungkook. From the moment he was born, he was fated to be Jungkook’s son. Besides looking exactly the same, their personalities were so similar that it gave you a headache sometimes. They were both competitive, possessive, whiny and always hungry. It was like you were raising twin sons.

Jungkook was used to being the youngest and getting away with things but he had to ‘grow up’ to be a father all of a sudden. He still wasn’t used to it.

Pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy as well. At least for Jungkook. He developed couvade syndrome or sympathetic pregnancy, where he experienced the same or worse side effects of what you were going through.

The cravings, the nausea, the mood swings, the bloating, Jungkook went through all of that.

“Here you go.” You sat him down in his high chair and placed the bowl in front of him after fixing his bib on. Junghyun clapped and ate the delicious, sweet breakfast treat.

“Jungkook, can you watch him while I get his clothes and tidy his room?” You asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook shuffled out of the bedroom. When he entered the kitchen, Junghyun stopped eating, staring at Jungkook cautiously.

“Can appa have a spoon, Hyunie?” Jungkook asked.

“No, Kookie. This mine.” Junghyun frowned, pointing at himself. Another thing was that Junghyun refused to call Jungkook ‘appa’, settling for Kookie after Hoseok had compared the nickname to the child’s favourite chocolate chip treat. You’ve tried to correct him but he’s stubborn.

“Not Kookie. Appa.” Jungkook corrected.

“Kookie.” Junghyun insisted. Jungkook sighed, going to the fridge to get a yoghurt cup for himself to eat. However, upon seeing his father eat his treats, Junghyun burst out crying.

“What happened?” You came out.

“I was just eating yoghurt.” Jungkook held his hands up defensively. He lifted Junghyun up from the baby seat, patting his back.

“Mine!” Junghyun cried, pointing at Jungkook’s abandoned yoghurt cup. You sighed and headed over to your son. Seeing you, he immediately reached out for you instead while Jungkook resumed eating.

“Baby, your yoghurt is here.” You lifted the bowl.

“You have to share, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook pointed his spoon at the child as he leaned back against the counter.

“Smart coming from you.” You rolled your eyes. Jungkook scoffed, continuing to eat his yoghurt. You wanted to facepalm, Jungkook wasn’t exactly helping much with the situation now. But the parent in you didn’t want Jungkook to give in to Junghyun’s crying. He had to learn to share one way of another. You brought him to the living room area.

“Why don’t you sit here and omma will eat with you?” You wiped his tears. He nodded his head, settling in your lap. You watched as he continued to haphazardly scoop the yoghurt and put it into his mouth.

“You eat so well.” You praised.

“Hyungs want to come over, if that’s fine with you?” Jungkook came to sit on the couch, phone in his hand.

“Sure. You haven’t seen them since this break started anyway.” You nodded your head. Jungkook’s band members were really nice to you and Junghyun, they were constantly offering help.

“Can I have some Junghyun?” You asked. Junghyun didn’t hesitate to hold his spoon up to you.

“What a kind boy.” You smiled.

“Wow. I know there’s differential treatment but it still hurts, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook commented from his position on the couch. You laughed, if Junghyun could talk, you knew that the two would be bickering at every moment.

It wasn’t long before the other boys came. Despite your refusal, they always came bearing lavish gifts for your son. You were definitely grateful, no doubt. But Junghyun was at the stage where he grew every day, he didn’t need branded clothes to wear one day and not fit him the next.

“Your favourite uncle is here.” Taehyung swooped in to lift a freshly showered Junghyun up. The boy burst into a fit of laughter as Taehyung continued to lift him into the air. There was always debate about favourite uncle too…

“Now’s our chance, let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed your hand.

“Koo!” You slapped his arm.

“Thanks again for cooking lunch, you two. Really, I could have made something or ordered delivery.” You said apologetically to the two oldest members in the kitchen.

“We’re here now. You can take a break and that includes one from you too.” Jin smiled at you and hit the back of Jungkook’s head.

“Let me have my chance, hyung. The kid never lets me within 20 feet of (y/n).” Jungkook complained, putting his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. Now that Junghyun was occupied, he could have you.

“Junghyun still have attachment issues?” Yoongi asked as he chopped the vegetables.

“Yeah. He and this one are constantly bumping heads with one another. Some days, it’s like taking care of 2 kids.” You pointed to Jungkook with a shake of your head. The two gave you empathetic looks, they knew Junghyun’s attachment was tough and could put a strain on the father-son relationship and the relationship between you and Jungkook as well.

DING DONG

“Sorry, I’m late. Where’s my godson?” Namjoon appeared, removing his sunglasses. You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

After discussion, Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be Junghyun’s godfather, he idolised and learnt a lot from Namjoon. He wanted Junghyun to experience the same and look up to Namjoon as an example of success.

“You’re looking good, (y/n). It has been a while.” Namjoon complimented with a pat on your shoulder.

“Thank you. You look great too.” You laughed.

“Rapmon hyung!” Jungkook jogged over to hug the leader. The others were right, even after so long, Jungkook never stopped calling Namjoon ‘Rapmon hyung’. The habit was too hard to kill.

“Junghyun ah~” There were the signature dimples as Namjoon waved at Junghyun. Upon seeing his godfather, Junghyun quickly got out of Hoseok’s lap and ran over to hug Namjoon’s leg. He chuckled and picked him up to take a good look at him.

“You’re suddenly so big! Have you been good?” Namjoon asked as Junghyun wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I got you a gift.” Namjoon smiled, putting the child down.

“Namjoon, you shouldn’t have.”

“Anything for my godson.” They headed to the couch hand in hand. Namjoon took a familiar imperial saffron box out. For a 3 year old, Junghyun had way too much branded stuff.

“Look at this.” Namjoon lifted up the ombre denim jacket with the classic Louis Vuitton monograms printed all over for him.

“Wow.” Junghyun was in awe. Everyone cooed at his reaction.

“Thank you, daebu.” Junghyun hugged his godfather, Namjoon was happy seeing him so happy. He let Namjoon help him put it on and he spun around to show everyone, soaking in all the attention that they were giving him.

It was quite funny, Junghyun made the news when he was born not because he was Jeon Jungkook’s son but because Yoongi bought him a white Steiff x Tiffany teddy bear as his first toy. The white teddy bear is the same bear that Junghyun drags around now, although he isn’t as pristine white anymore from being dragged all over the place by the kid.

“I can’t believe he still brings Sogeum around.” Jin chuckled, referring to said white bear that was named after being the same colour as salt.

“He doesn’t go anywhere without it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be the one he brings around… I didn’t know what to get him as a ‘congrats on being born’ gift.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. You went to the living room to find Bam.

“Come here, Bam-ie. You’re the only one that hasn’t been fighting for my attention, huh? Good boy.” You waved Bam over to shower him in affection.

“Excuse me. What do you mean by that?” Jungkook frowned.

“It means Bam’s the only one not giving her a hard time around here.” Jimin giggled, entering the conversation. Bam wagged his tail as Jimin stroked his head as well.

“Do you know which samchon is which?” Taehyung asked, showing Junghyun their latest group promo picture. Since Junghyun grew up around the boys, he was familiar with everyone but it was always hard for him to point them out in photos with different hairstyles, clothes and makeup.

“Daebu!” Junghyun smiled excitedly, pointing out his godfather confidently.

“That’s right!” Namjoon shook the kid by the shoulders.

“Yoomi… Hobi… Chim! Jjan… Tete!” Junghyun pointed at all the members carefully, calling each of their nicknames. It was cute that he tried to pronounce their names with his baby Korean.

“What about him?” Hoseok pointed at Jungkook’s face, noticing that he had yet to recognise his father.

“Kookie?” He tilted his head.

“Did you see that?! He knew which was me but ignored it!” Jungkook whined, shaking your arms as he told on his son to you. You threw your head back with a sigh, pinching your nose bridge.

“Alright, alright. It’s okay, Koo.” You patted his head while he pouted with a frown. He even sulks the same way as Junghyun when he’s unhappy.

“He still calls you Jjan.” You giggled to Jin as you continued to comfort Jungkook, who was just tucked under your arm as you patted his back. Seemed like there was no break from childcare for you. Jin laughed, finding it endearing how Junghyun picked up the nickname from Hoseok, that he never bothered to correct Junghyun’s pronunciation.

“The cutest is still Yoomi.” Jimin imitated the way Junghyun’s lips protruded as he struggles to pronounce ‘Yoongi’. Even Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. Your phone buzzed, making you wiggle away from Jungkook.

“Sorry. Let me take this, it’s a work call.” You went to the bedroom to answer the call when you saw that it was your work client’s number.

“Come here.” Yoongi grunted as he bent down to pick Junghyun, setting him on his lap as he sat on the couch.

“Wah.” Junghyun climbed on Yoongi, touching his coloured hair.

“They really get amused by everything.” Namjoon noted. You came back out of the room, a perplexed look on your face as you called Jungkook to the room. He immediately got worried, following you.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, squeezing your hand.

“My client is going back to America and wants the papers sent to him now. I thought I had until the end of the week so my work laptop is at my desk in the office, not here with me.” You sighed heavily. Today was your off day so you never thought that you would be rushed to send documents over.

“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Whatever you needed, Jungkook would help you.

“I’ll need to head to the office for a bit. Do you think you and the others can watch Junghyun for a while?” You requested timidly. Jungkook’s eyes widened, the fear evident in them.

“You’ll be fine, Koo. He’s your son.” You squeezed his arm.

“My son that hates me.” He corrected.

“He doesn’t hate you, don’t say that. If you need help, you have the other 6 here to help.” You persuaded.

“Alright.” Jungkook agreed, not wanting to add more to your stress by being difficult. You were right, Junghyun is his son. He could handle him for a while. And he had his loveable uncles and godfather here to entertain him if he didn’t want Jungkook anyway. You gave Jungkook a kiss and went to get ready to head to the office.

“I’ll sneak you out.” Jungkook whispered. You nodded, following him. Luckily Jungkook’s body was big enough to cover you. The both of you stood in the hallway, hugging each other.

“I can drop you off.” Jungkook offered.

“No need. I already called a cab. Thank you.” You gave him another kiss before you left and Jungkook went back into the house.

“Some urgent work needed her. Even if it is her day off.” Jungkook told the others briefly, he didn’t want Junghyun to realise you’re gone and start crying. For now, he was still distracted by his uncles to notice.

“Lunch is almost ready.” Jin announced.

“Time to eat.” Namjoon lifted Junghyun up, going to the washroom to wash his hands before eating. Going to the dining area, Namjoon out Junghyun in his chair and put the bib on.

“I should set some food aside for (y/n). She might be hungry when she comes back.” Jungkook put some of each dish into a container, setting it aside to let it cool. He’ll put it in the fridge for you so you can heat it up later.

“Are you hungry?” Jimin asked. Junghyun grinned and nodded his head. Yoongi helped cut Junghyun’s food up in his kids tray, it was beef, vegetable fried rice and soup. The adults had an extra dish stir fried spicy pork belly too. Jungkook put Junghyun’s tray in front of him.

“Hold on. What did omma say before you eat?” Jungkook gently held Junghyun’s wrist before he could start. Junghyun blinked in confusion.

“Tha…” Namjoon tried to hint.

“Thank you for the food Yoomi samchon and Jjan samchon.” He said.

“Enjoy the food.” Yoongi said, leaning his head on his palm with an endearing smile on his face. Junghyun reminded the older members of young Jungkook sometimes, it was so adorable.

“What a good eater.” Namjoon praised, watching Junghyun shovel food into his mouth. Across the table, his father was doing to same.

“Yah. Eat properly, you need to set a good example to him.” Jin lectured Jungkook. Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh at the father and son duo, taking his phone out to take a picture of them, both faces nearly buried in their food.

“Seaweed.” Junghyun held his spoon out.

“Seaweed, please.” Taehyung corrected.

“Seaweed, please Chim samchon.” Junghyun repeated. Jimin smiled, patting his head, and opened the packet, placing the seaweed sheets onto Junghyun’s tray. Noticing that he was only eating seaweed and not touching the other food, Jungkook blocked Junghyun’s spoon with his chopsticks, making the child frown unhappily.

“Hyunie, eat the other delicious food too.” Jungkook said, putting a piece of beef onto his small spoon. In retaliation, Junghyun dropped the beef from his spoon and picked up a piece of seaweed.

“Hyunie. Eat it together with the seaweed.” Jungkook sighed.

“Let Yoomi samchon help.” Yoongi moved to stand behind Junghyun, taking some rice and beef, putting it in the middle of the seaweed sheet to make a small wrap.

“Try this?” Yoongi held it up to Junghyun’s mouth. Junghyun stared at it before he opened his mouth to eat it.

“More, please.” He looked up at his uncle that towered over him. Yoongi nodded and changed places with Jimin, who was actually sitting on the other side of Junghyun. He made multiple little wraps for Junghyun, who stuffed them into his mouth.

“Is it good?” Namjoon asked. Junghyun turned to his godfather with a nod, taking one of the wraps up to offer it to him. Smiling, Namjoon leaned down to eat one. Junghyun waited for his reaction.

“Wow! It’s delicious!” Namjoon exclaimed. Junghyun laughed at his exaggerated reaction but was happy that he liked it too.

When Junghyun was done, Yoongi and Jin brought him to the living room to play. They didn’t need to clean up since they did the cooking. The rest were still eating anyway.

“Cheese rice?” Jungkook suggested.

“Sounds good.” Hoseok nodded. With the leftover spicy pork belly, Jungkook went to the stove to add more rice and cheese.

“Add some spring onion, Jungkook ah.” Taehyung said. Jungkook went to the fridge to get spring onion and chopped it up, sprinkling it over the melted cheese. He brought the hot pan out.

“Wahhh.” The remaining members were in awe. Namjoon, who was done eating, shook his head at his members’ appetites. He brought his used cutlery to the sink to do later when the others were done and headed to the living area where the oldest and his godson were playing. The remaining 4 stayed at the table, digging into the hot melted cheese and rice.

“(y/n) alright?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, just some work for the client last minute.” Jungkook replied. You hadn’t texted him, which he took as a good sign. Your last text to him was to let him know that you had arrived at the office.

“Poor (y/n). She’s so busy.” Taehyung pouted. Jungkook couldn’t help the possessive feeling that bubbled within him. He knew his hyungs cared for you a lot but when you were brought into conversations, he just felt uncomfortable.

“Clients are just difficult.” Hoseok said.

“Yeah…” Jungkook said, taking another bite of food. He knew he was quite possessive and shouldn’t be feeling this way.

When you just started dating him, you were very shocked when he admitted that he didn’t like you hanging out with his hyungs when he wasn’t there. He was just worried that you may leave him.

“I don’t know how I can get closer to Junghyun. Not for me, but so I can help (y/n) out.” Jungkook said, wanting some advice. Everyone got along well with his son except him and he was the father. Maybe because their personalities were too similar, it caused them to clash.

“He sees you as someone taking his mom away.” Jimin said.

“Well, she was mine first…” Jungkook scoffed.

“I saw in one of Namjoon’s parenting books that kids at his age have separation anxiety. You know, as they start to recognise their parents and stuff. Maybe Junghyun’s just going through that.” Taehyung suggested.

“Maybe… I mean, you’re hardly here when we’re promoting or touring. So I guess it’s a given that he sees you as a stranger sometimes.” Hoseok said.

“Now’s the perfect time for you to show him that he can rely on you.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Argh, it’s hard being a dad.” Jungkook groaned.

BAM!

Junghyun’s wailing filled the apartment. Jungkook stood up, going to the living room to see Namjoon picking Junghyun’s up from his fallen position on the ground to comfort him. He frowned and walked closer, he was concerned if his son was alright but he didn’t attempt to separate the two. He was worried that may just make Junghyun cry even more.

“Appa.” Junghyun saw Jungkook and reached out to him. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, this was the first time Junghyun called him ‘appa’. But still, he reached over to retrieve the child.

“There, there. It’s okay.” He said softly, rubbing Junghyun’s back.

“He tripped and fell.” Jin explained. Jungkook nodded, knowing that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault and he knew how cautious his hyungs were with Junghyun anyway.

“I’ll take him to the room. He could just be tired, it’s his nap time.” Jungkook said to the others before going to the room.

“Does it hurt? I know it hurts. It’s okay, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook hushed Junghyun bouncing and patting his back. He used a small towel to wipe Junghyun’s tears.

“Appa…” Junghyun rubbed his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Shh.” Jungkook began to hum a soft song to calm Junghyun down enough to sleep. As Junghyun was drifting off, Jungkook sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with Junghyun on his chest.

Outside, the other 6 heard Junghyun’s cries die down and let out a sigh of relief. They cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. Namjoon picked up Sogeum and headed to the room to give it to Junghyun. However, he was not expecting to see the father and son asleep. He placed the bear down and left.

“They’re asleep. Maybe we should go.” Namjoon said to the others. They nodded in agreement and got ready to leave.

“Junghyun called Jungkook ‘appa’. After 3 years.” Jimin noted with a giggle.

“I was shocked. And I think Jungkook was too.” Yoongi said, fiddling with his beanie. They all left the house, not before writing a note to Jungkook and leaving it on the table.

When you came back, the house was dark and quiet, only Bam came to greet you. You turned the lights on, put your bag down and headed to the kitchen. You spotted a note on the dining table addressed to Jungkook.

“Where are they?” You checked Junghyun’s room but it was empty. You headed into your bedroom to look for Jungkook.

“Woah.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Junghyun was asleep on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook was fast asleep, one hand resting on his son’s back. You lightly pinched yourself, wondering if this was a dream. What happened while you were gone that caused this? You left the room to call Namjoon, hoping he had an explanation for their sudden closeness.

“Yeah. He cried and called for Jungkook, calling him ‘appa’. Jungkook took him to the room to calm him down and I guess, they both fell asleep like that. So we left the house.”

“Wow… I mean, this is good but I’m shocked.” You chuckled.

“You’re not the only one.”

“Well, thank you for coming and hanging with Junghyun. I’ll see you soon, Namjoon.” You said and hung up. Going to the fridge, you saw that there were some leftovers with your name on it so you heated that up to eat.

“I won’t forget you, Bam-ie.” You made his dinner, letting him eat when you sat at the kitchen counter to eat your own food.

“Jagi?” You heard Jungkook’s hoarse, sleep-filled voice.

“In the kitchen.” You replied. He shuffled over, smiling sleepily when he saw you. He came over to hug you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have accompanied you so you didn’t have to eat alone.” Jungkook said, taking a seat beside you. You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair as you ate with your other hand. He kept his arms around your waist.

“You were sleeping so soundly with Junghyun. I didn’t want to wake my boys up. Anyway, I’m not alone, Bam’s keeping me company too. We’re enjoying our dinner together.” You explained.

“Right…” He yawned.

“I’ll cook something for you and Junghyun after this.” You informed. He nodded his head.

“Jagi?”

“Hmm?”

“Junghyun called me ‘appa’…”

“I heard. Tell me about it.” You encouraged. Even if you knew what happened from Namjoon already, you wanted Jungkook to tell you himself, to share how he felt about that.

“It was nice. He wanted me to comfort him, like he relied on me when he was hurt.” Jungkook explained.

“I’m glad you and him had that progression, Koo. See? I told you he doesn’t hate you, he knows you’re his dad and he knows that he can count on you too. He’ll probably start warming up to you a lot more now, look to you for comfort and start opening up with time.” You chuckled. Jungkook nodded in agreement. He was excited about this.

“I finally feel like I’m stepping into this dad role.” Jungkook confessed, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. You smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss and a proper hug.

“I’m happy to hear that.” You said.

“Come here.” Jungkook put his arms around your waist to bring you over to sit on his lap.

“Think you can appear on that celebrity dad show? Return of Superman? You’ll just need to watch Junghyun for 48 hours without me.” You suggested. Jungkook gave you a flat look.

“Okay, don’t get too excited. The guy called me ‘appa’ for the first time in 3 years. We still have a long way to go.” He sighed.

“It’s a goal to work towards!”

“Who knows, the moment he sees you when he wakes up, I become invisible again. Mothers will always rank first before fathers.” Jungkook shrugged as he stated the truth.

“Look I know that you wanted Namjoon to be his godfather because you wanted Junghyun to have someone to look up to and all that. But more than anything, I want Junghyun to know that he can look up to you. You’re a great role model and I think Junghyun can learn a lot from you.” You said.

“Even if I’m immature sometimes? And can get a little too competitive?” He tilted his head.

“Even so. I think you’re great at what you do and you can teach our child to be just as strong as you when he gets older. You already have the looks down and the competitiveness, so you’re halfway there.” You winked.

“That’s hyungs’ fear, that Junghyun becomes a mini me when he starts hitting the gym. He’ll bully them like I do.” He giggled. You slapped his arm.

“You bully your hyungs all the time with your muscles when they’re nothing but nice to you.” You rolled your eyes.

“But…”

“But?”

“I’m still not letting him have you. You’re mine and you were mine first. So if he thinks I’ll just let him claim you as his, he has another thing coming.” Jungkook declared with a pout.

“Alright. You can continue to fight with him over that, I shall not get involved. You two are always going to compete over everything.” You rolled your eyes.

“Of course. When it comes to you, it’s always a competition. But that goes without saying that I’m already winning. I am many years ahead of him.” He held your chin, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours to give you a loving kiss.

~~

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A dream is a wish our heart makes...♡

One-shot.

Pairing: babysitter!jungkook. (there is no romantic, love, affair partner.)

Genre: babysitter AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary: when a babysitter started to become a father figure.

Warning: lots of crying, mentions of anxiety.

Disclaimer: this fiction is not our typical fiction. This is about a babysitter and a baby named Seol.

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Word count: 5.6k

*DO NOT REPOST*

The sighs of relief were heard in the dense silence of the corridor. Usually, the corridors of a hospital would be noisy and filled with people but at this hour, 3:30 AM, everything was a lot more creepy.

Jeon Jungkook. A nineteen years old trusted man by the business king– Park NamSeok– was standing there. His heartbeat was a mess. And a little scared too.

“We gotta leave right now,” the heavy voice of the assistant echoed. “They are coming for the meeting.”

NamSeok didn't hesitate to get up and step towards Jungkook. “You know your duty, lad,” he said and left him there alone.

The teenager looked around with shaky, big doe eyes, trying to figure out his next step. Was he ready to be left alone like this already? Weren’t they all supposed to be here for this only-once-in-lifetime moment?

“Mr Park has asked us to not take the baby to the nursery. She will be staying in the same room. He has told us that you will be taking care of everything, right?” The professional voice of the main doctor felt intimidating to the young man.

“Y-yes,” he said with a shaky voice.

“Alright then, follow me,” Jungkook, like a lost puppy, followed the doctor to the room.

The room was dimly lit and the scent of hand sensitiser and bleach was pungent. He was wondering how the baby was keeping up with this smell. Was the baby able to smell all of this? He thought.

On one side of the room, there was a bed for the new mother. Mrs Park was fast asleep, mouth open and drool coming out. And on the other side, there was a tiny crib.

Jungkook walked closer to it with hesitant steps. As he got closer, his heartbeat chased a horse. The questions about the life of the baby rose in his already mushy mind. He took a deep breath and finally saw the baby.

Immediately, his heartbeat fell back to normal and all the anxiety left his body. It felt like he was in euphoria.

Time stopped.

Wind stopped.

World stopped.

All he could see was a tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket. Her pouty lips were shiny and pink. Her cheeks were full and chunky. Her tiny hands were closed into fists next to her tiny head. She had tiny eyes and lashes.

As he was admiring the little life, she started to move around, her face scrunched up in distress and tiny yet loud cries filled the room.

Jungkook gasped and quickly picked her up, making sure he supported her fragile neck. He pulled her into his chest and patted her back. She was crying and it made his lower lip wobble too. “Don't cry, little baby… You are gonna make me cry too,” he whispered, tears brimming his eyes.

When the baby kept on crying, he started singing his favourite song,

♡A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true~~♡

The baby stopped crying and was looking at the teenager with her big eyes. She started hiccups. Jungkook chuckled and patted her tiny head. “Aw, baby… It's okay. You are okay. I'm here, yeah? Googie is here,” he kept on whispering until the baby fell asleep.

The hearts connected the moment his hands touched the baby. There was now a big responsibility on him. For how long? No one knows but this was going to be long-term.

“It looks like your name is Jeon Seol… But you are not a Jeon,” he sighed. “I'll still call you Seol, okay?” he surely asked.

“Seol,” he whispered.

…

“And the name is…” Mrs Park stretched the sentence. “Park Seol!”

Jungkook's mouth fell open when he heard the name. Mrs Park's and his eyes met. She smiled and blinked and said, “someone close to Seol thought this name suited her the most and I can't get it out of my head… I think he is the one who takes care of her all the time… He deserved to name her, at least.”

The fireworks were exploding in his heart. The teeth were digging into his lips, trying to not cry from happiness. A family he mostly lived with but rarely saw him, trusted enough for this. Seol was in his arms, looking around and playing with his chain.

Was she a blessing for the Parks or him?

Everyone looked at him and smiled, complimenting his choice of name. The rosiness kissed his cheeks.

…

The camera was set up, and the birthday cap was on the teenager's head. A single cupcake was sitting between him and Seol who was strapped up in her chair. She has recently turned one month old. Her parents were out for some business.

“Ah,” he lit a tiny heart-shaped candle on the cupcake and held it up in front of her. Her big eyes were admiring the flame and a cute smile took over her lips. “It's for your one-month birthday! I'm not sure if they celebrate it, but I want to, okay?” he softly said to the little girl who was busy trying to hold the orange flame.

He smiled, “make a wish, little one,” he said.

“Aaa,” she made a noise.

“Ah, that's a good wish!” Jungkook chuckled. “Shall I blow on the candle for you?”

“Buuu,” she let out another noise.

“Okay~” he blew out the candle and made a wish for her. His wish was what he asked every night before going to the bed, looking up to the night sky, wishing to the stars “give all the strength, happiness, and health to my little girl”. Maybe the star his mother was might listen to him and fulfil his wish.

The cupcake was untouched and back on the plate. The smoke was swirling in the thin air, “one month passed by… With you… The amount of life I'm gonna spend with you, it's gonna go painfully fast. Could I stop it?” he looked out of the window…

No star in sight…

No one heard him…

“How long are we gonna stay together?” he asked specifically no one. “I have taken care of so many babies. Why do you feel different? Why does my heart feel so different around you? Why is it the way it is?”

The tears on his cheeks were diamonds. Maybe these diamonds were a sign of love. The love was so different from what he experienced.

The camera captured the raw memory forever.

…

His fingers run over the upright piano smoothly. He played his favourite beat of A dream is a wish your heart makes. Something he played and sung more often since the day Seol was born.

Seol started to hum this song too. She was used to hearing these tunes and his melodious voice. At the time of anxiety, she would hum this song, making him know what she wants and hum along with him singing it for her.

“Kookie!” Three years old Seol called for him.

Jungkook jerked out of his thoughts, “yes?” he asked.

“Pwss me the cowor!” she didn't look up from her masterpiece and made a grabby hand towards him. He chuckled and handed over her colours, sitting on the couch behind her where she was drawing on the floor.

“Thwk you!” she got back to complete her drawing.

Seol was too young to go on business trips and galas. This time, Mr Park let him take her to his own place. And this time, it was not just the feeling, it all felt too real.

He was becoming more of a father day by day.

The scary feeling was embedded in his bones. He needed to remind himself that he was a caretaker and nothing more. In a few more years, his duty will be done. Seol will forget about him.

Could he feel normal after that?

…

“You need to understand, JK,” his date, Mia said while holding his hand. “Your lock and home screen has her picture. Your gallery is filled with her. All you talk about is her. Do you even think about me?!”

“I take care of her, Mia! She is a kid!” his heart was clenching, hurting him.

“Not your kid!” she scoffed and got up, about to leave when he held her dainty hand.

“But—”

She said nothing and freed her hand and left. Just like any other people who came to know about Seol. What was so wrong about loving a kid as if she is your own daughter?

Maybe no girl liked it. Was it what he wanted? Getting with someone and giving up on Seol and living his own life, having biological kids and forgetting about the chapter that changed his life for good? Could he leave the sight of Seol sitting in his home or sleeping on his chest, hugging him, crying on his shoulder?

“But I was the first to pick her…”

The kid in front of him was now five. Her schooling days were way too close. Taking care of her full-time made it difficult to digest it. Staying away for just a sleeping time was too much already.

Her tiny eyes were focused on making another masterpiece. Knowing well enough, he got up and went into his kitchen. The fridge had many wicked drawings of mountains, houses, trees, and pictures of her with him and one picture was his brother with him.

There was a need for a new space to be made for her new drawing. Jungkook took some to-do lists and a tiny whiteboard off.

Painful conversations with his friend were roaming around him like a typhoon. He had been listening to them being concerned about him. It made him annoyed.

Wasn't he an adult who can make his own decisions no matter what? Wasn't he more aware of what he needed? Wasn't he the one who knew what kind of love he wanted?

“What about your sexual needs? You are a man after all. You don't even go to any strippers club with us,” Taehyung said.

There were better priorities than that. Life was easy without getting freaky with someone but it was hell without Seol.

Seol.

“Kooookieeee,” Jungkook shook his head and looked down at the little girl standing there, wearing one of his big t-shirts. It looked like a gown on her. Her tiny hand was clutching her drawing. “Hang it for me, please,” her pigtails were a mess.

“What did my Princess draw?” he kneeled in front of her and took the drawing.

A crooked castle was standing tall behind two stick figures. One was identified as Seol and the taller one was as Appa. Maybe it was a reality check for him. No matter what, she was Mr Park's little girl. He was just a full-time babysitter.

“See,” she excitedly jumped and hopped closer to him, their heads touching. His eyes closed, taking in the moment and faking it as if she was his own daughter. “I made my dream castle and me and you,” she pointed at the figure that was labelled as Appa.

Jungkook's eyes shot open and looked at the picture. Was there any other person in it?

No.

“Appa?” he asked.

“Mhm,” she smiled and swung on her feet. “Appa takes care of Princess.”

“They do,” he whispered.

“And you take care of me and call me Princess,” she held his face and squeezed it.

“I do,” he whispered again.

“And you love me this much,” she opened and stretched her arm as far as she could.

“I really do,” his throat got heavier.

“So, you are my main Appa, no?”

Maybe they were right when they said that he was too emotional and was a crybaby. His arms picked her up and swirled her around. The sweet fit of giggles filled the kitchen.

The hugs with Seol were his happy place.

He needed nothing else

The drawing looked pretty in his home.

…

♡Lavender blue, dilly-dilly

Lavender green

If you were king, dilly-dilly

You'd need a queen

Who told me so?

Dilly-dilly

Who told me so?

I told myself, dilly-dilly

I told me so

If your dilly-dilly heart

Feels a dilly-dilly way

And if you'll answer yes

In a pretty little church

On a dilly-dilly day

I'll be wed in a dilly-dilly dress of

Lavender blue, dilly-dilly

Lavender green

Then you'll be king, dilly-dilly

And I'll be queen

If your dilly-dilly heart

Feels a dilly-dilly way

And if you'll answer yes

In a pretty little church

On a dilly-dilly day

I'll be wed in a dilly-dilly dress of

Lavender blue, dilly-dilly

Lavender green

Then you'll be king, dilly-dilly

And I'll be your queen♡

“When will I become your queen?”

Jungkook's fingers stopped on the piano along with the sweet voice of Seol.

It was her first solo competition and she had eagerly asked him to prepare her with the best song.

“You are my Princess,” he patted her head.

…

“When will you be my king?!” Seol screamed at Jungkook.

The fever was getting to her brain, making her angry. Her tantrums were painfully bad. As much as Jungkook wanted to take care of her, she wouldn't let him touch her hair.

“Baby, I can never be your king,” he felt like he was lost here. The worry about her health was getting on his nerves.

“Why? I want you to be my king!” she cried, fat tears staining her soft cheeks and piercing his sensitive soul.

“Seol,” Jungkook dropped the fever medicine and sat next to her, who started throwing weak punches on his arm. “Daughters are never the Queen of father… and I? I am just a mere servant who is far away from being a king, and nowhere near being your father.”

It was irrational, the feeling. Why would he be like this? Was it the loneliness or the fact that this little girl has been with him since the day she was born and he played the role of a father that her father was too busy to fulfil? Maybe he just knew what it is like to be ignored by a father. Maybe he just wanted to be someone Seol could rely on without thinking twice.

“Kookie?” Jungkook flinched when he felt pillowy fingers wiping his cheeks. “You cry more than me,” her cheeks were flushed red because of fever, and her hair stuck to her forehead. “I'm a bad girl, right? I made Kookie cry,” she pouted. “I'm sorry, please don't cry,” her little arms hugged him closer.

Jungkook pulled her on his lap, sideways and hugged her closer. Her head resting on his shoulder. “I can’t be your king but I am your best friend, okay?” He looked into her eyes. “It is much better.”

He felt her nod, he then kissed her temple and hugged even closer. She was in the stage where kids would want to marry their parents. Jungkook had to understand that.

“Then who will be my king?” She muttered.

“When you will grow older, you will find your king and fly away with him to his nation… then you will leave me alone here… all by myself…” he sighed. He needed to think as a babysitter and not a father but it was hard when he was there for her and not her real father.

Seol gasped, “I don’t wanna leave Kookie!” She said in a loud voice. “Why would I leave you?!”

He chuckled, “that’s what princesses do. They leave everyone for their kings,” he patted her head.

“Then I don’t want a king. No Kookie, No Seol,” she huffed and sat back on his lap, her arms folded over her chest.

He knew better.

…

The new habit of Seol made Jungkook’s tattoos worth it.

As the school began, her separation anxiety would kick in. Even when she comes back home, she would feel suffocated and scared. The habit of having Jungkook everywhere she goes made it difficult to like school at all. Why couldn’t they let my Kookie sit with me in the class? She would question.

Now, she found a new habit to feel closer to her caregiver. She would trace Jungkook’s tattoos with her dainty fingers while they both hummed their song A dream is a wish your heart makes.

They both were each other’s comfort zone where they could be whoever they wanted. No one else was allowed in their little bubble.

Seol could never put her feelings into words. She was so young but understood that he would put his life beneath her feet if she asked. They say kids would know who truly loves them and be closer to them. Here, Seol only loved him.

When was the last time she saw her parents?

“Can I colour them in?” Seol whispered.

“However you like it,” Jungkook sniffed her shiny hair, feeling content being close to her after a long day.

…

“KOOKIEEE! I’M GONNA DIE!” Jungkook left the pancake mix powder that fell all over the floor after he left in a hurry to check up on Seol.

It was early in the morning. More specifically, the second week of middle school. She had turned twelve not so long ago.

They were staying at his place because Seol’s parents were out for a business trip.

His heart stopped hearing her scream. “What happened?” He rushed into her room and saw her crying on her bed, snort running down her nose.

“I’m gonna die,” she cried.

“No, no,” he sat on her bed, holding her hand. “Why? What happened? Is your school not good? Did your peers say something?” His lips and chin wobbling, not wanting here such dark words from her.

“No, they are good,” she choked on her tears.

“Then what happened, baby?”

“See,” she removed her blanket from her and she pointed down. “Am I going to die?” The bedsheet was drenched in blood along with her pajama shorts and shirt. The blanket was dirty too.

“Ah,” he let out a sigh of relief , but there were other things to take care of now. “You are not going to die, baby,” his hands dried her tears. “You just got your periods,” he picked her up and made her stand on the floor.

“What does that mean?” She sniffed.

“Hmm,” the cover of the blanket was now on the floor, “it means you are a big girl,” he looked at her swollen eyes and smiled, sitting on her bed and pulling her towards him. He held her hands.

“Am I going to bleed forever?”she asked.

“Not really,” he scratched the back of head, not knowing how to explain. Was it his place? Probably not but at this point he wasn’t just a father figure but indeed a father for her. “You will get them for a few days every month… It means you are a healthy girl. Your body will change so much now. Don’t get scared, okay? I’m here for you,” he kissed her hands.

She sighed, sadness shining in her eyes. Her eyes fell on the blood over the sheets and herself, “I made a mess… I increased your work too,” she whispered.

He looked behind him and back into her doe eyes and smiled and shook his head. “Nah.”

Was he ready for this situation? Yes. He was aware of how fast she was growing old and was ready for this day.

“Stay here,” his closet had a box with everything she needed right now.

Where did these twelve years go?

“I tell your teacher that you won’t be coming today.”

…

“You two look so similar now,” Mrs Park said with a soft smile.

Seol and Jungkook were eating ramen while watching Iron Man at the Parks. Their big doe eyes looked so similar. They chewed and stopped at the same time and looked at the fine lady.

“It looks like we are not her parents, you are,” she adored.

“It feels like it,” he said while admiring the little girl beside him.

“Hm,” she inhaled deeply. “But don’t you think she has grown enough to be on her own?” Jungkook’s heart stopped. Seol’s too.

The day she was born, he knew that this was temporary but where did all these thirteen years go? Why were they mocking him right now? He knew when Seol would be old enough, he would have to leave her behind and move on.

“Ah?” He cleared his throat, pouting, trying to keep his diamonds in his eyes. “You think so?”

“Mhm,” she confidently said. “Kids grow old in no time,” what does she know about it?

Was it her when Seol said her first word? Or was she the one to teach her how to read? Or was she the one who taught her how to walk? Or when she stepped her first step? Or when she started going to school the first time? Or the time she got her period? All of her anxiety and stress? Was she the one who spent every single second of her life for the past thirteen years with Seol, trying to make her life better and easier?

Jungkook was the only one who saw it all. He was the one who comforted her in her darkest days.

He flinched when he felt thin arms hugging him. Seol was already crying rivers, silent screams coming out of her mouth. Jungkook’s heart clenched, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer, kissing her head. “Seol,” he choked on his tears, “don’t cry, baby.”

“No, Kookie won’t go anywhere,” she screamed. “Kookie! You are gonna stay with me, okay? You said you will always be there!”

“Seol-ah,” her mother softly said. “See, Kookie has his own life… we have already taken so much of his time,” she reasoned.

Wasted? No. The time he spent without Seol was wasted, not the one he spent with her.

“No! Want Kookie and nobody else!” She hugged him tighter. His tears were out in the wild for everyone to see.

Mrs Park felt as if she lost her. Seol or Jungkook wasn’t at fault. It was them who were there for her. She couldn’t win this. Not even in a million years.

Again, when was the last time she saw Seol before this?

“Wanna go home,” Seol said.

“You are at home, love,” Mrs Park said.

“No… Kookie, wanna go home.”

…

“You don’t understand, Seol! You have not seen the world!” They say that a teenager is the hardest to handle. Jungkook was facing that now. Seol turned seventeen this month.

She gradually started coming home later and later. And today she came back home at three in the morning. Jungkook almost felt like dying when her phone said it was switched off. He was angry but more than that, disappointed. She was the sweetest but now, she was different. Her needs and interests changed totally.

Seol stopped spending time with him.

His eyes were swollen and red. As if they were requesting her to see his worries. It was so hard to not have her with him all the time. He needed to learn how to live away from her. In the end, she was going to go away one day.

“What do you know?!” she said back.

“I'm worried about you, Seol!” he desperately said.

“All you do is get emotional and cry!” she spitted out. “You are not even my father!”

Her words weren't just a slap across his face but a bullet to his heart. He watched her turn around and go into her room and shut the door with an angry bang.

True.

He wasn't.

His damn mind couldn't control but think he was.

Why wouldn't he? When the time came for him to go around and be a teenager and live his young adult life, she was handed over to him. He spent his life thinking and praying for her.

Why wouldn't he think of himself as her father?

There was something too wrong with what Seol said and she immediately understood it when she entered her room and looked around at the wall. They were filled with polaroids of herself and her Kookie. There was only one picture of her parents and the rest were of Jungkook.

“I can't help, Kookie,” she whispered to herself as a diamond slipped out of her eye. “You are more than a father to me... Because my father is never here.”

…

At eighteen years old, Seol had her first heartbreak.

Wrapped up in a blanket, snuggled against Jungkook, her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

Her eyes were closed, listening to his sweet voice singing their comfort song, humming along with him.

♡A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true~~♡

“Why do you always sing this song?” she asked.

The night sky looked pretty through the window. The stars were shining extra today. His eyes looked at the shiniest star in the sky and said, “my mother would sing it for me.”

Now that he mentioned it, she had never seen his mother or father. Only his brother was the one he met often. “Where is she?”

His finger pointed in the sky, not leaving the sight of the brightest star, “there.”

Her heart clenched. “When?” she asked in a tiny voice.

He smiled, “a week before you came into this world.”

Seol bit her lower lip, trying not to cry even more. The pain he carried was unimaginable.

Was this the reason why he grew closer to her? Did he feel that there was someone who needed him?

“Your father?”

“Never met him,” he sighed and looked at his little girl. “It's okay, don't cry… I have you, right?”

She let out a painful cry and hugged him, crying on his shoulder. The pain of a silly heartbreak was now forgotten. She had a better person to care for.

“You have me forever, Kookie.”

…

“Eric is so wonderful, Kookie. He is so perfect and the bestest man I have ever met,” Seol was twenty-two now. She moved to her own house but spent her free time with Jungkook at his place. They had all of their meals together.

“Yeah?” He looked at her. “Am I not the best person?” he pouted.

She tsked, “Kookie, you are better than anybody!” she pinched his cheeks.

She was a fully grown adult. Capable of doing anything but she still depended on him. Not because she wasn't aware of things. Because this gave them a reason to be close to each other. This gave them a reason to talk to each other for hours and spend time watching movies and cuddling.

She laid her head on his legs and looked up at him, “Kookie?”

His hands found their home in her hair. “Yeah?”

“Why were or are my parents never around?”

“Do you regret not being around them?”

She looked at him, “no... I'm sort of thankful that they were not.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Why?”

Wouldn't she want them to be around her and see her grow into the beautiful woman that she is now?

“Because if they were around me, you wouldn't be here… And I am happier with you,” she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hand in her hair.

If his heart could swell anymore, it would be out of his chest and in her feet.

“I hope Eric is a good guy.”

…

“Why are you looking so pale?” Jungkook frowned and touched Seol's forehead with the back of his hand.

“Kookie,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” he held her.

“I have a confession,” her pretty eyes were shaky.

“What is it?” he cupped her face.

“Promise me you wouldn't be angry,” she asked.

“I won't, baby. Tell me what's wrong,” the worst things were coming to his mind.

“I- I think I am pregnant,” he looked at her with wide eyes. Not knowing how he was supposed to react. “I'm not ready just yet... I don't want a baby right now.”

After getting over the shock, “are you sure about it?” he asked.

“My periods skipped for two months,” she looked scared.

That afternoon, he took her to the gynaecologist. Luckily, it was just hormones acting up. The relief on her face relaxed his soul.

But this made him think of one thing-

She is already grown too much to have these types of scares.

Where did these twenty-four years go?

...

This was supposed to be a day of happiness and excitement.

But Jungkook couldn't bring himself to be excited. Deep down he was happy but at the moment there were so many things going on in his sensitive mind.

Finally, his little princess was going to become a queen.

The pretty flowers and scent of roses felt nostalgic.

Where did these twenty-six years go?

Seol was staring at her reflection in the mirror. The confining feeling was making her eyes tear up. Her father was ready to walk her down the aisle. But she couldn't bring herself to hold his arm and walk next to him as if he was the one who grew her up.

When was the last time she saw him before this? Five years ago.

“Jungkook,” he flinched when the bodyguard called for him. “You need to go to the dressing room.”

The knocks were heard. Seol's ears perked up and saw her Kookie standing there with his head hung low. His heart couldn't allow him to look at her all dressed up, ready to become a queen. His chin wobbled.

“Appa,” she whispered.

“Yes?” Mr Park said.

“Ani…” she stepped towards the weak man and held his hands, “Appa…”

Their eyes met, and the tears brimming, really to fall out. “Seol…”

“It feels right,” she whispered. “To call you my Appa.”

“Seol…” his one hand held her head gently, trying not to ruin her perfect hair.

“Let me speak, Appa,” she sniffed. “You were there when I took my first breath, when I first spoke, when I first fell, when I first walked, when I first won something, when I had my first period, when I had my first heart break. You were there for me when my teenager self was mean to you… But you know what? I have always thought of you as my father,” he raised his head, trying his hardest to not cry. “I remember when I said you were always crying… but I realise it now. I realise how much a relationship gets emotional when someone is too important to even let them go away for a second,” she looked at his features closely. Maybe it was the first time she was paying attention to him or maybe it was the moment but he looked old. There were fine lines on his face, wrinkles around his eyes, and some grey hairs. “No one was there for me but you. You have no clue what I would do to just be a child again and crawl up your lap and be wrapped in your arms and find comfort and solace… tracing away your tattoos. Even after I became an adult, you were right there for me, to baby me and spoil me with your love. You didn’t even get married because of me…”

“Seol,” he sobbed.

“Remember when you said that you were just a servant and could never be a king? You know what I think? I think you are the king of the kings. My king. And I am your Princess forever,” she traced the scare on his left cheek.

“Isn’t being a father a feeling? You had it for me more than anyone,” she cried. “You think of me as a daughter, right?”

Jungkook looked at her. Eyes bawling. He nodded, “yes.”

“Then your daughter is asking you a favour, today,” she tightened her hold on his hand. “Walk me down the aisle. Be my father and walk next to me,” Jungkook cried harder.

She grew up too soon. It felt like it was just tomorrow when he was nineteen, looking at the little baby in the crib, who started crying and he sang his comfort song that became her comfort song. The same baby was now standing in front of him ready to leave his house empty and to begin a new life where he would be less involved.

“I will!” He hugged her tightly. They cried on each other.

“I love you, Appa.”

“I love you more than anything, baby.”

…

Jungkook was sitting by the counter, watching some random series on his laptop. He felt alone so he adopted a Doberman and named him Bam. The dog was entertaining, keeping him busy and invested all the time.

What would it be like if Seol was still here?

How would a five-year-old Seol react to Bam?

These all were just what ifs now. This was a bittersweet feeling. His house was filled with Seol’s memories. Her height marks by his door, her ages old drawing in the fridge, her pictures, her untouched room. Everything reminded him of her.

Children grow older faster.

Why, tho? Why can’t he have a few more moments with his princess? She wasn’t far away, only two towns away but it was enough to make him cry every night while clutching her baby clothes. The baby scent was still soaked in them.

His responsibility was over.

“Appa!” He quickly went to open the door and saw Seol standing there with a file in her hand. Tears were running down her cheeks. “Appa,” she hugged him.

“Seol-ah, is everything okay?” he worried.

“Appa, I'm pregnant,” she smiled widely.

His heart skipped a beat. His princess.

“Really?” He made her sit on the couch and sat beside her.

“Mhm.”

“Where is Eric? Is he happy about it?” he questioned, happy tears brimming his eyes.

“He doesn't know yet. We both wanted this. But I came to you right away,” she held his face. “You are gonna be a grandpa!”

He chuckled with her, “Seol. You grew up so fast,” he kissed her forehead.

“You grew me perfectly, Appa,” she whispered. “And I need you now too.”

Her eyes held a glimpse of their life. He could see every moment shining in them. She trusted him with her life. And now he knew if he asked, she would take a bullet for him. Just like he would.

Maybe his responsibility just began.

.....

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singledad!jungkook mlist | i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." series

my beloved series featuring singledad!JK and his little bean, mai! we'll join them through the perils of love, laughing and maybe a little crying in three parts. i adore this imagined family of mine & hope you all will too.

repost from my old blog, moon-write.

disclaimer: this series contains content that may be triggering, including but not limited to, a child present through the entire series, distressing moments, mental-health awareness. please heed the warnings before proceeding.

i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." | part one | fluff, angst, crack, idiots [best friends] to lovers | pg-13 | 17.2k

jeon jungkook - successful business man, avid-dater, loving father to a child you adore - your best friend who you're in love with? no, that's in the past...right?

This is a work of fiction curated from my own imagination and written as a creative outlet for entertainment purposes only. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Title game!! "That's my girl"

That's My Girl

pairing: dilf!jungkook x f. reader

warnings: none?

Jungkook normally didn't bring work home. He was an A-list baker in the city and he liked to keep his home life separate but things changed when his five-year-old daughter begged him to make you, her nanny, a birthday cake.

Despite your insistence that you didn't need it, Jungkook waved you off and invited you over to his home on your birthday. He had given you the day off, but you didn't have plans. Your family lived too far away and your friends had dropped off their gifts and assured you they'd see you at your birthday party on the weekend. So you were on your own until then.

Besides, you couldn't pass up a day spending time with Jungkook and his daughter, Sooyun.

It was no secret to anyone that Sooyun liked to play matchmaker. She had formed several plans with her Uncle Jimin to get you and her dad together. This was just one of those plans, and perhaps it was working.

Jungkook hums as he sets the cake on the island. Sooyun asks to be picked up and settled next to her father as you take his other side. You lean in close to see what he'll do next, and you smell his cologne which makes you nearly moan. You bite your lip and take a step back to give him some room and yourself a chance to collect yourself.

Jungkook smiles at you as he reaches for the icing he made. "Would you like me to make your cake for your party as well?"

You flounder. You had invited Jungkook to your party, not expecting him to accept, much less ask if you wanted him to bake your cake. His cakes and confections were heaven on earth. Outside of this moment, you knew you couldn't afford to even look at one of his cakes, much less have one for your party.

"Yes," you nod, clapping as Sooyun joins you.

"It'll be the best cake ever! Right, Daddy?" Sooyun asks as she watches Jungkook drizzle the chocolate over the cake. He helps Sooyun stand on the stool and hands her a piping bag once the chocolate sets.

"Of course, princess," Jungkook instructs his daughter on how to pipe little swirls on the cake, grinning proudly when she does it successfully. "That's my girl!"

Sooyun cheers as she hands the piping bag back to her father and asks you for help getting down from the stool.

His daughter takes off from the kitchen, no longer interested in the cake as she hears the theme song to her favorite show coming from the TV in the living room.

"Want to try?" Jungkook asks you as he holds up the piping bag. You nod as you approach him, gently taking the bag and smiling when your fingers brush his. He smiles as you try and make a swirl but fail.

"I'm horrible," you pout as you stare at the misshapen swirl next to his and Sooyun's.

Laughing softly, Jungkook shakes his head. His fluffy hair covers his eyes for a moment before he shakes it out of the way.

"Like this," Jungkook stands beside you, his arms going around you and his hands placed over yours as he leans forward to help you make the perfect swirl. "It's all in the wrist."

Slowly, Jungkook pulls his hands away to give you a chance to do it on your own. You're cautious as you make the attempt, breathing in slowly as you make the perfect swirl.

Jungkook smiles brightly at your achievement. His excitement gets the better of him as he kisses your cheek. You feel heat rush to your skin as you meet his gaze. Your eyes flit to his lips and back. Jungkook cups your face as he leans in, giving you enough time to move away but you don't.

His lips press to yours in a soft kiss that leaves you breathless. Your lips move in sync as he gets more confident when you kiss him back, softly moaning before he pulls away.

Jungkook's gaze is heated as he looks at you. His heart skips a beat as he takes in your beautiful expression. This time, you lean in for another kiss, knowing this is the best birthday you've ever had.

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BTS IMAGINES: PART 5

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(UPDATED: OCTOBER 21st, 2022)

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Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m) ( streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader) @haliiimede

left on read (enemies to friends to lovers?? hospital au, crack, grumpy/overachiever oc, social butterfly/annoying jungkook!!!) @muniimyg

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝 (Personal trainer!Jungkook x Baker!Reader) @moonlightkoo

the lucky one (pt. 1) | jjk (: You and Jungkook have been forced to be friends since birth. Keyword: forced) @babystrcandy

the nanny diaries ~ jjk (: jungkook x single mom!reader) @btsgotjams27

The Wedding Date (fake!dating au, some angst, fluff, and smut [18+]) @jjungkookislife

under the blankets (m) | jjk (Tattooed boyfriend!Jungkook x Tattooed!reader) @yoonia

Across a Crowded Room (Strangers-to-lovers, idolverse, smut) @monimonimoon

Intruder: Big day (dilf!Jungkook, CEO!Jungkook, arranged marriage, smut, fluff, angst) @btsamgyeopsall

ALL I WANT - JJK | bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader @sxtaep

Save me + J. Jungkook (Slytherin!Jungkook x Ravenclaw!Reader) @jiminspjm

happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+v(explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap) @jungk0oksthighs

a gift of love | jjk (dad!jungkook x f. reader) @mercurygguk

What if I love you too much? (fluff; angst; smut; single mum reader) @taleasnewastime

Please Don’t Go | JJK (spider-Man! Jungkook x Childhood Best Friend! Reader) @httpjungkookcom

All Mine - JJK (M) (smut, angst, ceo!jungkook) @katebacks

when it all falls apart | jjk (angst || mention of divorce, alludes to infertility & pregnancy) @7deadlysinsfics

JJK || Take Care of You (idol!Jungkook x housekeeper!y/n) @kookiecrumb

Because, I Love You Masterlist (Jungkook x Older!Reader) @readyplayerhobi

Public Enemy (Part 1) (Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jungkook) @explicit-tae

𝐣𝐣𝐤 | 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. (idol!jungkook, author!reader, secret relationship, fanboy jungkook, female reader, established relationship) @auroraborealyss

Fallen Arrangement || pt.4 (prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader) @parkdatjimin

Perfectionist (ungkook x Dancer! OC) @miraclesatnightfall

RED | JJK (3/3) (FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au) @taestefully-in-luv

Taehyung

Seven Seas (Atlantis Taehyung x Reader) @readyplayerhobi

sea star (m) (pirate king!taehyung x reader) @koyamuses

With a Brush of Fate | KTH | Series Masterlist (Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers.) @yoongiofmine

Ride With Me ( idol taehyung, coworkers to lovers, not explicitly smutty or fluffy but elements of both

Pairing: V x Fem Reader (A lucky communications grad student catches Kim Taehyungs eye during preparations for their concert. Or: A self indulgent naughty story inspired by my own delusions thanks to his bare-backed IG attacks.) @amethystwritesbts

Caught in the crossfire (Masterlist) (ssassin au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.) @taleasnewastime

Office politics (fluff; angst; smut; enemies to lovers) @taleasnewastime

the point of no return | kth (m) (starting out musician!AU. humor, smut, fluff. the trifecta.) @illneverrecover

ONE MISTAKE — 01 | KTH (: idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader) @vamours

❝ king of the clouds ❞ kth ― m. (royal!au, arranged marriage!au | smut, light fluff | 4.7k) @httpjeon

Get You The Moon (M) (Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, football!AU,  jock!Taehyung x student reporter!OC) @bymoonchild

— 1-800-music-street | taehyung (taehyung/reader | fluff, smut | homeless!taehyung) @httpjeon

Pick of the Patch | KTH  (Taehyung x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers) @taestefully-in-luv)

Comeback Home (1) II KTH - m (: exs-to-lovers!au, teenparents!au, college!tae, businesswoman!oc, smut, so much angst, a really cute kid, slowwwwwww burn) @another-army-spot

Seokjin

One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ) (Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :((() @stellalunatmblr

cinnamon bliss ● chapters list (Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut) @yoonia

all because of you | ksj (Seokjin x female reader genre: fantasy, f2l, HP!au; fluff, smut) @taegularities

The Light of Dead Stars (01) | KSJ (Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon) @ahundredtimesover

a dozen tulips. (ksj) (florist + model seokjin x wife!reader) @writtenwhalien

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fanfiction #taehyung #bts fanfic #bts kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #jungkook fic #bts one shot #bts fanfction #bts jin #bangtan #seokjin #bts smut #dad!jungkook #dad!taehyung

[armywifesofbts]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❦ (intro)

꧁𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾：𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍꧂

𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍，𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋！𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄， 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋！Ivoráy

꧁𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈： 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇?꧂

𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍，𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

꧁𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥：𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈�� 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾꧂

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

꧁𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋： 𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉꧂

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍， 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒！𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖺́𝗒， 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄

꧁𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾：𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾； （𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝖾𝗑）꧂

𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿， 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍， 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 amd rough sex, 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺��𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 （𝗈𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 🤦‍♀️)

꧁chapter six: i think we have a purpose꧂

smut, love birds 😘, reader and jungkook try to figure out a lifestyle to make their relationship work

ℛℯ𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃 😏❤️

#armywivesofbts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #dad!jungkook #blackreader!jungkook #jeon jungkook #Jeon Ivoráy

[hisunshiine]

—an angel's mistake | jjk

→ pairings: jungkook x reader ; namjoon & reader → genre/au: idol au, fluff, angst → rating: pg-13 → wc: 1,590 → warnings: Mentions of Sex, Post-Break Up, Guilty Kiss, Secret Plans, Light Jealousy, One-Sided Love/Forbidden Love → summary: Love comes in all forms, and between you and Jungkook, it is romantic and magical. If only Namjoon could have had the courage to in the past, maybe you would be with him instead, your child bearing his dimples instead of Jungkook's. The title comes from a line from 보조갠 (Dimple) by BTS. → an: Hosted by @heathfritillary for @bangtanwritershq mini event, Drabble Mania. The challenge was to look at a random pic provided with a select word/phrase every and write for 10-minutes, with the goal of getting all 6 sections into one cohesive drabble. Since this was for a timed event, I did not go back and edit it/proofread, so if there are mistakes, my bad! I hope you still enjoy it! The skinny breakers indicate the different time slots (I was late to the event and barely had any time to write the first one)

Jungkook’s eyes scrunch as his face splits into the widest smile looking at you. Walking closer to him from the door, Jungkook can’t believe how in just a week apart, your daughter has grown so much. Maybe…no, she definitely was longer. He can tell by the spacing between his own biceps when you pass her into his arms. Cradling her to his chest, he watches as nayeon snuggles her face into his black jacket, breathing in his scent. 

You can’t help but sigh at the scene of the father daughter duo reuniting after a week apart. Flying over a week after they settled in for the first stop of the tour was nice because it was less chaotic for you.

Namjoon walks into the green room and you cheerfully say his name, walking away from your family to say hi. He leans his tall frame down to meet yours, greeting you with a soft kiss to your cheek. You return it at the same time, rosy lips grazing his chiseled jaw. 

“Glad you made it here safely. Kookie here was worried about being so far from you two. You look good, YN.”

Namjoon appraises you, a smile on his face as his dongsaeng walks over to where the two of you chat.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend Namjoon, and you,” Jungkook turns to face you with a fake pout gracing his cute lips, “don’t flirt with my group leader. I know his dimples are cute, but I have dimples too.”

You can’t help but to giggle into your palm, before embracing your boyfriend with a side hug, wrapping your arm around his small waist as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Babe, you know I enjoy seeing Namjoon’s dimpled face, but I love yours so much, I made sure that my children get them too so I am never without them.”

He turns and kisses the top of your head causing you to face him and catch him in a chaste kiss. 

“Hi baby. I missed you.” You’re finally able to greet him properly, feeling your body relax as he hums softly to your sleepy baby. 

2 months ago

Jungkook sits in his new bedroom, back leaning against the wall as he tries to get comfortable. It was hard though; he wasn’t used to being without you and Nayeon. Wasn’t used to such a small house. 

The hiatus the group took provided him with some time to spend with you and your newborn joy in his hometown of Busan, the two of you learning how to take care of Nayeon from his mom and also having the help of his parents so that you could heal up after the high risk pregnancy. 

Jungkook could barely focus on BTS during those last few months of your pregnancy when you were told by the doctor to remain in bed. The break came at the right moment, and he was able to be there with you the last couple of weeks before Nayeon burst into this world with a bright cry and a head full of dark hair. 

He was glad that now, 6 months after her birth, you and he were in a better place, but it wasn’t where he wanted the two of you to be. How you had gone from being in a solid, loving relationship to breaking up 4 months after such a magical day and co-parenting was beyond his comprehension. He hated that word. Co-parenting.

Scrolling through his phone, ignoring the buzzing notifications from his hyungs, he stops when he sees a new picture pop up of you. Smiling at the camera, you look so pretty. Jungkook will stop at nothing to get you back.

1 Month Ago

Trying everything to get Jungkook out of the house, the other members set up game nights, club nights, trips to do daring, adrenaline inducing activities, but nothing worked. Secretly, without Jungkook knowing, they hatched a plan to get you back together.

“I knew the moment we met YN that she was gonna be trouble.” Taehyung said.

Namjoon nodded before resting his head into his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair a moment later, unable to stay still. He fidgets as the others talk, sitting up to smooth his block long sleeve shirt across his muscular chest before slouching once more, elbow to his knee as he rests his cheek to his curled fingers so he can tune into the conversation.

“Yes, Taehyung is right. YN holds Jungkook’s heart,carried the man’s child—she has the power to destroy the most powerful band in the world.” Yoongi said with a straight face. Everyone knew he wasn’t joking.

“Gorgeous girls are dangerous…and we all can admit that YN is gorgeous.” Namjoon sighs out, a slightly bitter feeling in his chest. He had, of course, met you first 2 years ago. Was the one who introduced you as his friend to the other members, instead of letting them or you know that he wanted to be more than that. 

He blames himself for you deciding to leave Jungkook, feels like if he hadn’t talked to you that night after the two of you fought a couple months after Nayeon was born that you wouldn’t have made such a rash decision.

1 Month Ago Cont’d

In typical fashion, Jungkook spent the time after losing you adding to his tattoos and getting not one, but two new piercings. One through his left eyebrow while the second curved itself around his lower lip, also on the left side. That’s cute, you think. 

You see the evidence in a picture he posted on twitter, and you hate how much you miss him. You can barely even remember what the two of you fought about that night, and you wonder if it even matters at this point. He had never cheated, had never done anything to disrespect you at that level. If anything, he was too overbearing after Nayeon was born, treating you like a fragile being. Oh yeah, you remember, that’s what it was.

After you gave birth, he was afraid to touch you, afraid that he would hurt you if he gave in to his carnal desires and fucked you into the mattress like you wanted. Like you had begged him to do every time you had alone time when Nayeon was being watched by her grandparents.

The members had reached out to you, told you that Jungkook isn't handling the separation well, and truth be told you aren’t either. A tour is coming up and they need him to focus, need you and him to fix whatever went wrong, whatever it is. 

How do you tell them that you needed Jungkook to trust you when you say that you were ready for him to make love to you like he used to, but that he was refusing? Only Namjoon knew the truth, and reading the text that pops up on the top of your phone screen blocking part of the tweet Jungkook posted, he was ready to help you achieve this goal.

 1 Month Ago Cont’d

Meeting up with Namjoon, you sit and listen to his plan. It seems too easy, but of course it would be. You and Jungkook love each other, everyone can see it, even now that you aren’t together, it oozes through every pore of your beings when you’re in the same room, co-parenting Nayeon. 

“He’s realized that he can’t live without you, YN.” Namjoon says. Not like I can, he thinks to himself.

“So your big plan is for me to just, what? Go to him and everything will just be fine and dandy? I thought you said I should find someone who trusts me when I say something.”

“I know, I was speaking from a place of bitterness that night, YN, not looking at your relationship. I let my own past sway my views and the advice I gave you. He loves you and you love him. You have a beautiful daughter together who needs both of you to show her that no matter what, love can be enough.”

“Listen, I canceled all of our tour meetings for the afternoon, so he’s going straight home as he does every day to mope. I’ll watch Nayeon with the others. Go get your man, YN.”

Namjoon’s words about how you and Jungkook can show Nayeon the meaning of love, the meaning of trust and everything good in this world spurs you into movement.

Namjoon walks with you to the station where the two of you board to head towards your home to gather Nayeon’s things for a day with her uncles and so you can change into something…enticing.

Sitting across from Namjoon, Nayeon sleeps away in her stroller as you admire the leader in his coat and hoodie. Even with a face mask, he’s attractive. You know he’s trying hard to get you and Jungkook back together because he feels guilty about the kiss. How when you called him crying after that fight, he had come running, and the two of you shared one kiss. 

“I love you too, Namjoon, you know. Thank you for helping me.”

He turns to you, his eyes deep and dark as he takes you in silently. 

Love comes in many forms. It just so happens you love Namjoon differently than Jungkook, and he knows you can’t help that. With a quick nod at your words, he turns back to face out the window, watching the autumn leaves zoom by.

end note: Thank you for reading! I know that this was short and fast, but that is what a drabble event is! I hope that despite this, you enjoyed the story and the not quite 'open ending' that allows you to come up with what happened once you go to Jungkook's house. Obviously the first 2 chapters take place in the future, so some how you end up back together, but this allows you to decide how much of the 2 months between chapter 6 and chapter 1 that it takes for you and Jungkook to get back together and if there is anything else that happens with Namjoon. Do you tell Jungkook about the kiss? Does Namjoon? Do you get railed like you deserve that first night you go back to Jungkook or does he still feel timid?

Thank you again for reading!! feedback is greatly appreciated, please let me know what you think! :)

© hisunshiine 2022. All rights reserved.

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[droopycoquette]

Hair Day || Jungkook x Black!Reader

Summary: It's time for Jungkook to learn how to do your daughter’s hair. Buckle up for a day of confusion. 

Warnings: fluff, black!reader, established relationship, dad!jungkook, interracial relationships, suggestive content

Word count: 2.1k

|*|

“Y/N,” Jungkook hollered. 

“Y/N!”

“Baby!”

“Mommy,” you heard a small voice call. 

You opened one eye as you rubbed the other one, slowly sitting up and stretching your arms up until you felt satisfied. Looking to your left you saw your daughter, and all would be well if it wasn’t for her hair. Once lucious, moisturised curls now tangled up and matted.

“Jungkook,” you screeched. “What did you do to our daughter’s hair!”

“I was trying to surprise you,” he whined. “Today was wash day, right? So, I wanted to do it so you didn’t have to, ya know. Just quickly-”

“And there’s your first mistake,” you groaned. “Wash day is about making sure you take your time so her hair doesn’t look like-” you paused when you saw your daughter on the brink of tears. 

“Oh baby, what’s wrong,” you cooed. 

Shiny gem like tears rolled down Jade’s melanated cheeks, soft whimpers leaving her lips. 

“Am I ugly,” she sniffled. 

Hearing that not only broke your heart, but Jungkook’s as well. He didn’t understand how hard it was to live in a place where there weren’t many people that looked like you. Living in Korea was hard on Jade sometimes because she would see all these girls' straight hair and not understand that, although it was beautiful on them, it wasn’t her. 

“No darling,” you smiled. “Daddy just doesn’t know how to handle your hair.”

Jungkook slumped.

“But he’s going to learn today,” you continued. 

|*|

Because it was summer, you decided to box braid Jade’s hair, that was something you could do. However, Jungkook would be learning how to properly wash, detangle, and blow-dry your daughter's hair. 

As you talked through how to wash Jade’s hair, Jungkook listened intently with a notepad in his hand, making Jade giggle, taking detailed notes on what type of shampoo to use, specific brands, and things to avoid,

“-and most importantly, make sure that you’re massaging her hair gently, not tugging, not pulling, massaging. That’s the most important thing, you don’t want to hurt her,” you paused winking at Jade. “You should be paying attention too, baby bun, you want to be able to do this one day as well.”

“Yes ma’am,” she giggled.

“So first thing you want to do is section off her hair, luckily you didn’t mess with her hair too much, the parts from her previous style are still there,” you motioned him over to you and Jade. “See how the parts are there?

He nodded cutely, his eyes widening as he focused. 

“Use those to section her hair into four parts,” you instructed. “You do that while I look for some clips and rubber bands.”

“W-wait,” he stuttered after you.

“You got this dad, hwaiting,” your daughter smiled. 

“Hwaiting,” your husband repeated. 

After a while, Jungkook got the hang of sectioning and as he heard your slides over the hardware floors he turned to you with a proud bunny grin on his face. 

“Mama look,” he smiled. 

You quickly made your way over to where Jade and Jungkook sat and looked at Kookie’s handy work. 

“Good job,” you smiled, giving him a high five. 

“He only had five mental breakdowns,” Jade laughed. 

“Shut up,” He snickered. 

“Okay, baby, could you go get the tall chairs and one small towel and one big towel,” you instructed as you twisted Jade’s hair, leaving one undone. 

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted. 

“Dad’s huh,” you scoffed at Jade, “How you feeling?”

“Good,” she smiled. 

You began to teach him how to set up a washing station at the sink, explaining that the little towel was a cushion so her neck doesn’t hurt and that the backrest of the chair went against the sink for extra support. 

Jade hopped up on the chair and laid her head against the counter, already used to the routine. 

“In this aspect, our hair is just like yours. Wet it, shampoo it, rinse it,” you informed him. “However, make sure that you’re getting her scalp and that you're lightly pulling on the hair to give it length. Maybe finger detangle a little but don’t focus on doing that.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, turning on the water and making sure the temperature was good before turning on the sprayer and wetting Jade’s hair. After he deemed it enough he grabbed the shampoo from the counter and applied it to the one undone section. He gently massaged her hair, tugging on it gently, just as you taught him. 

Jade closed her eyes, enjoying the scalp massage. 

“Does it feel alright, I’m not hurting you right,” he asked her. 

“No,” she said simply. 

You smiled as you watched him, thinking back to your past, how you wished your mom or dad did this for you instead of forcing you to flat iron your hair. You cringed as you remembered the small burns on your ears from when your mom was a little too rough with the flat iron or hot comb. 

You loved how gentle he was being. Watching this big, buff man be soft with a small child made your heart swoon. You remembered when you told him you were pregnant with Jade and how excited he had been, how nervous too. You recalled how he cried sometimes, scared that he would miss things because of tours; scared that he wouldn’t be a good dad, however all his worries were put to rest when Jade grabbed ahold of his pinky. 

“Baby, I’m done,” he called after a while, still inspecting his hand work, making sure all the suds were out.

You snapped out of your daze and got up from your seat, grabbing the big towel and wrapping it around her hair but making sure not to wrap it too tightly. 

“This is important,” you immediately had Jungkook’s attention. “When you want to dry her hair don’t wrap it tightly. 1. Because you don’t want her hair all tangly and 2. Because you still want her hair a little damp for detangling.”

“Got it,” Jungkook smiled. 

You moved Jade off of the chair and as she regained her bearings from the best scalp massage ever, Jungkook put the chair back to where it was and cleaned up the water on the counter. 

“Detangling time,” you smiled.

“UGHHHH,” your daughter groaned. 

“Are you excited for the box braids? The color you picked out will be fun,” you asked. 

Jade nodded eagerly, “It's my favorite color too!”

“I did it,” Jungkook called as he skipped over to you. 

“Okay,” you said. “This is one of the most important parts of wash day, detangling. This is the part where you have to be extra careful because it's really easy to hurt her.”

“I remember when we went to this girl to do my hair,” Jade added. “And when she detangled my hair I was crying so hard. Also, she did the braids so tight that it left my head red, I looked like an egg for the next week.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I shouldn’t have taken you to her. Okay baby, watch me detangle the first section and then repeat what I do.”

He nodded. 

You began to add some leave-in conditioner to the first section, massaging it into the hair, and working it into the roots all the while finger detangling gently. After finger detangling, you grabbed a wide tooth comb and started combing out the ends, making sure to get all the little knots out before going to the roots. 

“Jungkook make sure you start from the ends and work your way to the roots, take your time,” you instructed. “Also you don’t want to add too much product but you also don’t want to add too little, the product should melt into her hair and if you're seeing excess that's how you know you’ve put too much.”

“Okay,” your husband nodded. 

You continued combing, getting her shedded hair all over your hands as well as conditioner. Finally, all her knots were out and you twisted the hair so that it didn’t tangle up again. 

“Alright kookie, your turn. I’m going to hop in shower,” you informed him, leaving the comb and conditioner on the counter. 

You heard a, ‘hey dad can we watch…’ from Jade as you rounded the corner to gather your things before hopping in the shower. 

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Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around your body, you meet Jungkook sitting on your bed waiting for you. 

“How did detangling go,” you asked as you looked around for some extra clothes. 

“I don’t wanna talk about that right now,” Jungkook drooled as his eyes followed you. 

You heard Jungkook get up from the bed and soon felt arms wrap around your waist matched with kisses to your neck. You leaned against him and rested your head on his shoulder letting out a quiet, ‘mmh,’ before craning your neck to kiss him. 

“Baby, as much as I would love to fuck you right now,” you started, stopping his hands from wandering too far. 

Jungkook immediately flushed. 

“We have a daughter outside waiting for us,” you ended, grabbing some clothes and rushing to the bathroom. 

“Wait,” he whined. 

He plopped down onto the bed and sulked, flinging his body back onto the bed, rolling around in self-pity. 

“Jungkook, let's go,” you called. “We have stuff to do.”

“Fine,” he called back. 

Trudging towards the living room an idea hit his head. 

“Hey Jade, what would you say to a new sibling,” Jungkook smirked at you.

You stopped in your tracks and looked back up at Jungkook, glaring at him.

Jade’s eyes sparkled with the notion of becoming a big sister, Jade had been badgering both of you for a sibling, for months. Jungkook was a cruel man for playing that card, smart you admit, but cruel.

“Can it be a girl,” she smiled. 

“Um, I’ll think about it,” you smiled back. 

”You always say that,” she groaned. 

“I’ll convince her,” Jungkook smirked. “I have some special methods.”

Shut up, you mouthed to him. 

No, he mouthed back. 

“Anyway,” you paused to glare at your husband. “Hair. We have to…actually, I don’t have enough energy to teach you how to blowdry hair so go do something and leave us girls alone.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Jungkook grinned plopping down on the couch with a bounce. “I have to make sure that nothing happens to Jade, after all you are a sea witch. You could kidnap her and drag her down to the deep dark sea.”

Jade laughed. 

“Don’t worry, baby, Ursula won’t hurt you as long as I’m here,” He grinned, puffing out his chest. 

“Shut it prince charming” you muttered, poking him in the chest on your way to grab the blow dryer and heat protectant. 

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After five hours of braiding , 2 ½ Pirates of the Caribbean movies, and almost spilt boiling water, Jade’s hair was finally done. Jade now sat at the dinner table with a big smile on her face as she played with her waist length blue hair. 

“You look gorgeous baby and I love that color,” Jungkook grinned. 

“Thanks,” she grinned back. “I picked it because you wore it in the butter music video.” 

Jungkook wore a shocked look before dawning a proud look in his eyes. 

“I think it looks better on you, we should send a picture to my Hyungs to flex on 'em,” Jungkook said, pulling out his phone before pausing, his eyes lighting up with an idea. “I’ll recolor my hair blue so we can match.”

“Momma can too!”

“Yeah,” Jungkook cheered.

Jungkook and Jade looked at you with puppy eyes. It was like looking at a copy and paste moment. 

“Maybe we can wear Jungkook’s outfit from the butter music video too,” you added. 

“Yes,” Jungkook and Jade cheered. 

You glanced at Jade and knew that she was about to crash even though it was early, having your hair done would take a lot out of anyone. 

“Alright Jade it’s almost bedtime, if you’re done eating put your plate in the dishwasher,” you instructed. 

Jade pouted before eating her last piece of chicken and getting up to do what you said, not having enough energy to argue. Jungkook watched with a small smile, a glint of adoration in his eyes. You watched the young girl trudge to the bathroom to go brush her teeth, not knowing how much her parents worshipped her. 

“We have the best daughter ever,” Jungkook whispered to you.

“We really scored didn’t we,” you agreed. 

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