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Stay With Me | Seven pt.2
exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, fluff, angst, smut
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Jungkook remembers the worst night of his life while sitting in the hospital waiting room. Warnings: swearing, past angst, mentions of premature babies and NICU & needles, surgery etc. JK POV
SERIES COLLECTION
Jungkook has never felt so helpless in his whole life.
It’s common knowledge that he’s a strong guy, both physically and mentally. Truthfully he has you to thank for that, his wife, well, ex-wife if he wants to nit-pick. To him you’ve always been his wife, the other side of the door to his soul. Even when separated, even when you filed for divorce. You were never anything less to him, not really. He’s loved you forever and plans on loving you for as long as he has left in this world.
So imagine how ecstatic he was when you told him you wanted to make this work, to give your relationship another try. The moment plays clear as day in his head even now, the way butterflies enveloped his stomach so much so that he became them. The excitement, the raw heartfelt emotions pumping his veins, the little anxiety that comes with hope, fearful that his last mistakes would repeat.
There was no way in hell he was going to let that happen though, not again. The divorce was clean, considering you’re both parents. And it was nothing to him but a brutally honest certificate of how he’d fucked things up. That and the fact that marriage really is just a piece of paper, because even when it was officially over he never stopped loving you. Not once, there was no fleeting moment, no realisation, no hatred, just numbness. It was painful, as he knows it was for you too, but it didn’t strip him of his feelings for you like people had told him it would.
While marriage is just a piece of paper and doesn't determine the way two individuals feel about the other - Jungkook has to admit he misses being married. The ring, being able to call you his wife, his Mrs, the security of knowing you've made a sacred promise to each other. He wants that again one day, when you're ready, if that's something you want.
Arguably the two years that followed your divorce came the times that Jungkook realised he was more in love with you than ever. The sadness of packing his belongings up to move out of your home, the way he’d sob on his sofa whenever his phone buzzed from a text message from Seol. Seol was the only piece of you Jungkook had left, the only shred of evidence that he still existed in your life at all. Aside from the fortnightly exchange of parental responsibility, you’d completely dropped from his life with nothing but an apologetic smile.
And sitting here, in the hospital waiting room after watching a sea of doctors and surgeons flock to your bedside in a frenzied panic and rush you away from him, the memories of that time haunt him much worse than they ever had.
Jungkook walked into the bedroom wanting to kiss and make up after another heated argument. In the six months that lead up to that moment you were constantly bickering, constantly arguing about the same thing over and over again. It was a bleak time in your marriage, the two of you going through a whole myriad of emotions each and every time the other opened their mouth. You were sitting on the bed, back turned to him facing the window. He didn’t need to look at you to know you were crying, it added an obvious strain on your voice when the most heart-shattering, soul destroying words pierced the air.
“I want a divorce.”
It’s like time stood still for him, feet cemented to the ground, unable to do anything other than swallow the lump of regret forming at the back of his throat.
“Y/N… I know things haven’t been easy—”
You snapped your head round instantly, teary eyed and features curled with rage, “How would you know anything about that?” You scoffed, messily wiping your face with your pyjama sleeve, “You’re never here. Not really. You’re either working or out having after work drinks with Jimin and the others, when you are here you undermine every little thing I say or do and I’m sick of it. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”
While he understood you were keeping quiet to avoid waking your sleeping son, the fact you weren’t screaming at him and seemed relatively calm is what scared him the most. It was that moment he realised you’d been thinking about a divorce for a while. Desperately, he tried to comfort you and walked over to the bed, reaching out for your hand but you pulled away. His heart sank into the depths of his stomach, jaw tight and eyes welling up with tears.
“Please… I came up here to apologise, I know I should’ve had your back when Seol lost his temper. I’m sorry, I’ll speak to him in the morning—”
“It’s not good enough Jungkook,” You laughed humourlessly, your smile empty and perfectly matched to the distain behind your gaze, “You do it every day. How are we supposed to parent our son if you’re trying to be his best friend all the time? Why am I always the bad guy? It’s so frustrating… I-, I can’t even remember the last time you had my back.”
“I always have your back Y/N, even if I don’t say it I do.” Jungkook was panicking, recounting all the moments of you marriage that lead to this moment. He should’ve tried harder, should’ve done more. Should’ve been more.
At that you sighed, dropping your head, body weighed down with something indescribable, “I’ve had enough. It feels like I’m doing all this on my own. You don’t help around the house, you don’t discipline our son, you don’t help me with anything—”
“I pay for all the bills, I work my ass off to give you this lifestyle and I’ve been nothing but supportive—”
“Except you haven’t.” That was the moment you lost it, though you were still quiet, rising from the bed, “You think paying for stuff makes you a good husband? When was the last time you said I looked nice? When was the last time you complimented my cooking, my hair, my outfit – anything? Because I sure as hell don’t remember. You used to do it every day, and now you just belittle me in front of our son and make out like I’m some psycho for wanting to teach him manners.”
“You’re right… I-, Y/N I’m so sorry. I can do more, I can be more and I can work on myself… Things at work have been so hectic I just get tired and-,” There was no way to excuse his behaviour, he knew it even then, he really had let you slip between his inked fingers without even noticing himself, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I can-, I can be better.”
“I want you out this weekend.”
Your words were like a clean, freshly sharpened knife straight to his heart.
“I’m grateful for everything you do for Seol, for everything you pay for and for being there for him when he needs it. But I can’t do this anymore Jungkook… I can’t pretend to be happy anymore, we both deserve better than this.”
For the first time in his life Jungkook sank to his knees in front of you in an instant, frantically gripping your wrists while he looked up at you with big, round, pleading eyes. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it banging against his chest, sheer undeniable panic grew and grew inside him, until he began to sob on the floor. That was the first day in his life he had ever crumbled, the first time he wasn’t in control of his emotions – his emotions controlled him.
“Baby… Y/N.. P-please, please, please don’t do this,” He couldn’t calm down, his words almost being lost to the sound of him hyperventilating, “I can be better. We can go to marriage counselling! We can, we can, we can do anything you want—”
“What I want,” You were crying too, there was so much sadness in your eyes that it completely broke Jungkook down. He’d failed as a husband, “Is for us to be happy, and that means this needs to happen.”
“No!” He wrapped his trembling arms round your thighs, pressing his head to your stomach, the same stomach that grew and birthed his son, “Please. Please! Don’t fucking do this, I don’t know how to live without you. You’re the love of my life Y/N… I-, I love you so fucking much. So fucking much. Please don-, d-d-don’t leave me.” He wailed, squeezing you tightly as though he could change your mind.
Your voice was quiet and oozing with sorrow when it crept from your lips, your hands pushing into the depths of his hair, “You know that’s the first time you’ve told me you love me in almost two months…”
You were right.
“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t catch the sobs before they vibrated against your abdomen, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
That was the moment you pried him off your body and nodded, for a fleeting moment Jungkook felt hope that you were willing to work on this with him. But then the next words left your lips and he realised there and then, he had just lost the love of his life.
“So am I.”
It was a moment later you left the bedroom, leaving your husband to cry himself to sleep for what would be the first night of many. No matter how many times he tried to win you back, he failed. And there were plenty. The fact you even found your way back to him is a miracle.
Jungkook’s leg bounces anxiously as a distraction from his intrusive thoughts, he hasn’t thought about that night in such a long time because why would he? Things with you have been… Great. Perfect even. There’s no way he’s willing to lose you again, to lose the undeniable connection of love and joy you have. He’s worked on himself, he even went to therapy because he didn’t want to put anyone else through what he’d done to you.
He ignored you, got complacent within the marriage and blatantly disrespected you time and time again. Sometimes he wonders if you’ve truly forgiven him for the past, because lord knows he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. He wants to prove himself, show you that he can be the husband he promised fifteen years ago when he made that sacred promise.
“Mr Jeon?”
His teary eyes snap to the nurse in the brightly lit room immediately, panic and exhaustion clear as day on his chiselled features, “That's me. Is she okay? Are they okay?”
“I need you to put these on, there’s a bathroom just outside,” She hands him some blue scrubs and a face mask, her cautious gaze flickering to his shaky hands.
“Is she okay? Is Y/N okay?” He asks again, towering over the nameless nurse when he stands.
At this she nods, he can’t quite make out her true expression because she’s wearing a medical face covering but he thinks she’s smiling. He hopes she is. Once he’s wearing the medical overalls he’s taken into a another hallway, the stench of hospitals almost has him choking it’s that strong. But it doesn’t matter, nothing but you and his children matter in this moment to him.
Uncertain footsteps lead him into a small room, it’s cosy and he can’t help but notice it’s a lot warmer in here than out in the waiting room. He doesn’t even know how long ago you were taken away, nor does he have any inkling of what’s happening. The dim yellow lights take him a minute to adjust to, blinking over and over until his vision completely focuses on the sight in front of him.
You.
“We had to perform an emergency caesarean because the babies were very stressed and mom’s heartrate dropped. Your wife is under heavy sedation right now, there were a few complications... Y/N’s going to be okay but she needs a lot of support, we’ll take good care of her I promise.” The nurse, maybe she’s a midwife, Jungkook isn’t too sure, reassures him. “This is where she’ll be recovering.”
Jungkook exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relieved to see you laying on a bed in the centre of the room covered with a soft looking blanket. There are needles in your hands and arms, the hospital gown drowns your frame and he can't help but frown, knowing how much of a pyjama snob you are. You're going to hate that gown when you wake up. But it’s the look of pure exhaustion haunting your profile that causes him the most pain. Even though you’re sleeping, you still look beyond the definition of tired. It kills him to see you in this state.
“We had to put her under to perform the caesarean, we were having trouble with the epidural needle because her contractions were so frequent and intense. It was safer for everybody to use general anaesthetic instead. That’s why it was advised for you to wait outside, I’m really sorry.”
Jungkook’s heart stills, he swallows, “Where are the babies? Are they okay?”
“Why don’t we go and meet them?” She clasps her hands together excitedly, and for the first time that day your ex-husband smiles.
It’s not long after that Jungkook is lead to the NICU, your recovery room is only a few doors away which brings him a great sense of relief. He’s anxious, sweating and honestly totally unprepared for this moment. The nurse has been kind enough to give him a minute to calm down just outside. When he woke up this morning the last thing he expected was for you to go into labour prematurely. He sighs, nodding his head as if to syke himself up.
When the double doors push open, his gaze lands to the tiny incubators currently home to two even tinier babies. For the second time in his life he’s brought to his knees, his legs buckling under the weight of his emotions. They’re easily the smallest babies in here, they barely look bigger than his hands but they’re without a shadow of a doubt the most perfect baby girls he’s ever seen.
“Oh my god,” He sniffles, kneeling directly between the two incubators his new daughters are sleeping in. They’re so delicate that the diapers they wear are way too big, but it doesn’t matter to him, “You’re both so beautiful…” He whispers, eyes flickering between the two.
“We’ll be monitoring them closely since they’re preemies.” The woman smiles, her own chest swelling with something warm and fuzzy watching a large burley man brought to tears on his knees, “But we’ll take good care of them, you can visit whenever you—”
“Whoa I’m not leaving.” Jungkook’s doe-eyes snap to hers in a panic, “I just got here.”
“I know…” She’s nodding along understandingly, “I’ll give you some privacy while I check on your wife.”
“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her, “Did, did you help deliver them? I mean were you there for the surgery?” At this the woman nods again, halting her movements.
“I’ve been looking after your wife and the twins my whole shift,” She chuckles lightly, a small fond smile tugging the corners of her lips, “She was amazing in there, I can only imagine how scared she was but she didn’t let it show. Not once. She's a strong woman, and you have a very beautiful family Mr Jeon.”
He agrees wholeheartedly, thanking her with a closed lip smile, “What’s your name?”
“Ariana, but people call me Ari for short.” She bows her head, signalling she’s ready to walk off and this time Jungkook doesn’t stop her. Ari. He likes that name.
When he’s left alone with the twins he can’t help but sigh in relief again. They’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. It’s been a long exhausting day but right now he feels wide awake, making sure to even his attention between the two incubators his palms are pressed against. They’re warm to the touch, it’s comforting in a way, but he can’t shake the feeling of guilt that hits him. You should be in here too.
“Hey you… and you… Just wait until you meet your mom…” He whispers, grinning, paying no attention to the tears cascading down his cheeks, “She’s going to love you so much, you’re so perfect. You're already so loved... You look exactly like your big brother did, just smaller. I’m sure he’s going to be excited to meet you too.” He chuckles to himself, finally standing, “I promise that I will always be there for you girls, no matter what. Look at how pretty you both are… Already have your old man wrapped round your little fingers and I haven’t even held you yet.”
It's as if his chest could burst with pride, so overcome with the purest love. He’s experienced this feeling once before, the day Seol was born. Of course you were in the room that day, giving that you birthed him naturally. You were the bravest person around that day too. There’s no way in hell he’s going to fuck this up, no fucking way. You need him, Seol needs him, and these two tiny little loves of his life need him. And so he smiles contently, quietening his voice until it’s barely audible just in case.
“I love you both so much… So so so much. I’m so glad you’re okay. You have no idea just how much I need you right now. For the rest of your lives too. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of me protecting you, because nothing, nobody, not a single thing is gonna harm you. They'll have to get through me first.” He giggles, wetting his lips before his brows raise, “Can I let you girls in on a little secret? Yeah? You’ve got to promise daddy you won’t tell anybody though, okay?”
Jungkook knows he must look undeniably insane right now, but it doesn’t stop him from sharing a special piece of information with his dainty nameless daughters. Something that only he and Seol know about up until now.
“When mommy’s feeling better, and we get to bring you two home… It might be a little while away yet but,” He glances around the NICU, making sure nobody can hear his confession.
“I’m going to ask her to marry me… again.”
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I was reading this fic but I lost it. It’s about dad! Ex husband! jeon jungkook it’s a series they have a 12 year old kid I can’t remember it but I’m pretty sure it started wit (se) the reader also goes on a date wit hobi jk and reader we’re together for 15 years thts all I can remember
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Friendly Marriage. JJK [m]
bestfriend!JK x reader
Genre: smut; romance; bestfriend!Jungkook, babydaddy/exhusband!Jungkook (non-idol Jungkook)
Words: 19k
Synopsis: No one can really understand your relationship with your best friend. You are not in love but you did get married and you did have a son. It was just a friendly marriage, wasn't it?
Warnings: unprotected sex; breeding kink; oral sex (m. & f. receiving); In The Soop 2 JK (it's a warning)
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You can't believe Junghee is already three. It feels like he was born yesterday and yet, the big red 'Three' decorating his birthday cake tells otherwise. You want to keep him a baby all his life because he is so freaking cute! Sometimes you wish he'd look more like you but you're actually glad he looks just like his dad: that means he'll be really, really handsome. To be true, Jungkook is the most attractive man you know with his raven hair and his doe eyes. And let's not talk about his body... so damn hot with perfect muscles and a full tattooed sleeve. However, he is your best friend, not your husband. Or not anymore to be precise.
Things with Jungkook have always been weird for other people. You have been best friends since you were eight and your parents and friends were convinced that you two could end up together. Maybe the fact that you got married sent them mixed signals... But it was just for fun, there was no love involved. No romantic love. Sure, you love Jungkook and he loves you but not like that. No one can really understand how you feel for each other because it's way more than a four letter word.
You've always felt safe with your best friend. You know that if everyone around abandons you, Jungkook won't. Ever. And you're sure that you can't love someone more than him, except your cute little son of course.
So, at twenty-two, getting married together seemed fun. You were joking around about some friends asking you for the millionth times if you were dating and then, Jungkook said 'Let's get married'. You laughed and said yes. And you got married. It was just you and him and it was perfect. You remember Jungkook saying his vows 'You are supposed to marry the person you love the most, and it's you Y/N'. You could understand what he meant because you felt just the same.
And living together was nice too. Especially because you were already roommates. Nothing really changed between you, despite the rings on your fingers. But your family and friends were completely lost: you were married but not dating. You weren't even kissing! The only time your lips touched was at your wedding and you couldn't stop laughing.
After one year of a happy friendly marriage, Jungkook asked you if you wanted to have kids. You told him that you sure wanted to but you were not sure to meet someone as loving and caring as him to be the father of your baby. And there came the other craziest idea of your best friend: having a baby together. Which meant confusing your family and friends even more.
The baby making process was so weird. It was the first time you saw each other naked, even though you got peaks of Jungkook's perfect chest and abs a lot of times. Just like your first kiss, you didn't stop laughing, resulting in Jungkook scolding you: 'Could you stop laughing? I'm trying to concentrate here!'. And you laughed even more. He did make you cum though, so it was not so bad.
And then, your beautiful baby boy arrived. You couldn't dream of a more perfect family. Jungkook is the best person you know and your kid was made out of love, even if it's an unconventional one. Jungkook and you felt in love with Junghee the very first second you saw his puffy face and tiny fingers. The fact that he looks just like Jungkook makes you happy because he is such a great father. Honestly, he is the perfect man, except he is not your man.
You decided to get divorced one year ago without a real reason. It was just about time to end the joke and to confuse your loved ones one more time. Things haven't changed so much though. Jungkook still spends most of his time with Junghee and you. Well, maybe things have changed a little since Harin, Jungkook's girlfriend. Your best friend has to split his free time now but Harin is really nice. Junghee seems to like her too so it's all what matter to you.
"Daddy!" Junghee screams when Jungkook appears in the park where your family and a few friends have gathered
Jungkook immediately takes his son into his arms and hugs him.
"Wow, you looks so big! How old are you? Twelve already?" Jungkook jokes, making Junghee proud because your son is always trying to look older — unfortunately for you
"No! Three" Junghee replies, holding two fingers up
"Where's mama?"
"With grandma, I think she is baking the cake"
Junghee hides his face in Jungkook's neck. He missed his dad. He is not used to be without him for more than three days.
"Baking the cake in the park?" Jungkook chuckles before grabbing Harin's hand, still holding his son with one arm
Jungkook's smile brightens when he sees you. The simple jeans and white top you're wearing look perfect on you. You are indeed with your mother and you do have a cake next to you, but it's already baked. His son was right about most things.
Your mother's eyes leaving you to stare at something behind you make you curious. When you turn around and witness your son in his father's arms, your heart melts. It's such a perfect picture. There is so much love between the three of you that you could cry.
"Kook!" You greet him before waving at Harin
"Hi, baby mama!" He gives you a bunny smile but it fades a little bit when he notices the picnic blanket with so many food on it already set up "You should have called me to help you"
"She shouldn't have to ask, Jungkook" Your mother replies
You give her some strong look to ask her to stop. Your parents do love Jungkook, especially because he gave you the most perfect son. But it's true that something's changed since you mentioned your best friend having a girlfriend. Maybe they don't believe you when you tell them that you weren't in love and that you're happy for him. Or maybe they're a little annoyed that Jungkook has less time for Junghee.
"It's okay, Kook, it was not very hard to do. I'm glad you two came" You reassure him
"I want to play" Your son speaks up when he notices some of his friends coming closer
Jungkook drops him down and Junghee is running so fast that some dirt flies up. You watch your son hugging his friends and you wave at one of the dads. He is actually your colleague too and your sons go to the same kindergarten. It's not rare that Yoongi and you have lunch together and talk about your children. He is a nice guy, even though he doesn't talk much — you do much of the talking. He surprises you when he walks to you. You know that he is not a social butterfly.
"Hi, Y/N, how are you?" He asks you softly
"I'm fine" You answer with a sweet smile "Do you want to stay for the cake?"
"I'd love that" He replies, a little bit embarrassed, with a slight blush on his white cheeks
"Hi" Jungkook steps in the conversation "I'm Jungkook, Junghee's father"
Your best friend reaches out for Yoongi's hand and you can't help noticing how much alike and different they are. They have the same black hair and the same natural attractive aura. But they're so different for everything else. Jungkook is taller and brawnier while Yoongi is thiner and more delicate. His skin is pure white, even more when his veiny hand is close to Jungkook's inked skin.
"Yoongi. I work with Y/N"
Jungkook seems surprised but he doesn't have time to say anything because he can feel something squeezing his other hand. He now remembers that Harin is standing next to him.
"This is Harin, my girlfriend" Jungkook explains and Yoongi nods
Your colleague and you exchange a well intended look. You've talked about Harin before. You didn't say anything bad about her, of course, but you did mention that she was pretty and a little younger than you. In Yoongi's head, he just can't understand how Jungkook could prefer Harin to you. You're kind, smart and funny. You're a great mother. Yes, he just can't understand... But he is glad though.
"Daddy! Come push me" Seung asks Yoongi
"Mama, me too" Your son steps in
You chuckle and start walking to the swings. Yoongi and you make sure to bring your sons high in order to hear more of their happy cheers.
"Jungkook seems to be a nice guy. Good handshake, too" Yoongi says
"Sorry" You wince, clearly understanding that your best friend might have crashed your colleague's hand "He is just protective. But he is great. I hope you'll get to know each other"
You look into Yoongi's intense and dark eyes and you both know what your words mean. Yoongi is a great guy and spending time with him made you develop a little crush on him. You know he is not married and that the relationship with his ex-wife is a little complicated — not everyone has the chance to have Jungkook as an ex — so you don't want to make things harder for him. But you do hope that things evolve between you. You haven't been with a man since before you got married and it's been a long time since you felt those butterflies in your stomach.
"Me too" He replies simply, no other words are necessary to say what you want to say
A few hours later, everyone is around your son to sing the Happy Birthday song. He claps his tiny hands with enthusiasm and laughs. It makes you so happy to see Junghee happy. You love your son so, so much that your eyes water. He is growing up so fast and you're scared to miss some moments of it.
"Don't cry, mama" Jungkook teases you, pulling you to his side, and then whispers into your ear "We can have another baby if you want"
You gasp and smack his buff chest.
"Let's take a photo" He says "Yoongi, right? Can you?"
Your best friend hands his phone to your colleague and you grab Junghee into your arms. You three pose next to the cake. You absolutely love taking photos of your family, it brings so many memories when you look at them later. Jungkook brings you closer and looks straight. Not into the camera but into Yoongi's eyes. He paints a genuine smile on his face but his eyes are sparkling with challenge.
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"You look so pretty, mama"
"Aw, thanks baby" Your heart melts at the compliment
You apply at last layer of gloss on your lips and turn around to hug your son. You feel a little stressed: it's the first date you have in almost five years. And you're not used to wear such elegant clothes. But you really wanted to feel like a woman tonight and not only a mom. So you chose a tight but not too short black dress. The square cleavage and the thin straps makes it simple enough to feel comfortable.
You take a last look in the mirror to fix a strand of hair that managed to escape your low ponytail. You look like an adult and it feels weird. However, you do like how you look.
"I'm home!" A well-known voice comes from the entrance door
Junghee jumps off your bed and rushes to hug his dad. You follow him and you notice that Jungkook's jaw almost falls on the ground. You chuckle and make a turn.
"What do you think?" You ask Jungkook with redden cheeks
"You're beautiful"
Jungkook's deep voice makes you shiver. You try to look into his doe eyes to detect any sign of teasing but there is not. There is only sincerity in them.
"So, you're going out with Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, a little tensed
"Yeah. We'll see. I haven't been on a date for ages" You joke and bite on your lower lip
"It's gonna be fine, Y/N" Your best friend reassures you "You're gonna have fun and you can call me if you need anything"
One of the reasons you love Jungkook so much is because of how supportive he is. You know he is as stressed as you are and that he is super protective toward you but he also roots for you. You give him a tender smile while your son is almost climbing on you because he wants to be held.
"So, what's up for you guys?" You ask, kissing Junghee's chubby cheek and leaving a stain of gloss
"There is a water show at Banpo Bridge so we'll have fun too, right buddy?" Jungkook cheers with his big bunny grin and scrunched noise
Your son mimics him without even meaning to and suddenly you feel bad to miss a nice moment with your family. The truth is that you're never happier than when you see your son smiling and having fun with his mom and dad.
"Hey, don't make that face" Jungkook tells you, rubbing your bare shoulder with his big and rough hand due to his boxing "We can go back another day with you"
You nod, appreciating how well your best friend knows you. With heavy heart, you hug Junghee and kiss Jungkook on the cheek, and finally leave your apartment to meet Yoongi.
Yoongi has chosen a fancy restaurant with a very sophisticated atmosphere. The place is really nice and the food is delicious. Yet, all you can think about is sitting on the grass on the Han River banks and watching a water show from a bridge. Yoongi's hand patting yours brings you back to reality.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, I was thinking about Junghee. I'm not used to be away from him" You reply, head down in embarrassment
Yoongi is very thoughtful and he is great company. You feel bad to make it look like he is not.
"Don't apologize. I know how you feel. I miss Seung every time he is staying at his mom's" He reassures you "If you want to go, I won't be mad"
You smile at him. God, he is such a great guy. He is the kind of guy you want, the kind who would never blame you for putting your son first because he would do the same for Seung. The thought drives you a little crazy and you begin to fantasize about a future with him, Junghee and Seung. A house full of laughs from your boys. It's a beautiful dream and it deserves a shot. Yoongi deserves a shot.
"I'm sure he is fine for the night" You say with a shy smile, squeezing Yoongi's hand a little and appreciating his cute gummy smile
"I miss mama" Junghee tells his father with watery eyes
Jungkook brings him on his lap to soothe him. Actually, your best friend misses you too but you deserve to be taken on a date. You deserve the flowers, the fancy wine and all the attentions a man should have on a date with you. And Jungkook is happy for you. Ever since Junghee's birth, all you have done was taking care of him. You're a great mother but sometimes Jungkook is afraid that you give up on other parts of your identity.
"I know, buddy" He gives his son a peck on his head "But look at show! Isn't it great? Don't you like the music and the water jets?"
Junghee looks up and even if he is young, he appreciates the beautiful night view of Seoul reflecting in Han River. The atmosphere is cheerful with the music, the blue and purple spots illuminating Banpo Bridge. And Junghee loves water too so he does find the water jets cool. But it doesn't prevent him from crying. Jungkook is trying to comfort him but your son just repeats that he wants you. Desperate, Jungkook pulls off his phone and dials your number.
You answer at the first tone, worried.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, Junghee just wants to talk to you"
Jungkook feels bad for ruining your date — well, only a little bad. He gives his phone to his son and a shaky voice reaches your ear.
"I miss you mama"
Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. Will you ever be able to spend a night without your son and not feel guilty? Especially now that you hear his cry.
"Oh, honey, I miss you too. I promise I'll be there soon. And I'll read you a story, okay?" You can't see it but Junghee nods, wiping his big rounded tears from his cheeks "Try to enjoy the show with daddy, okay?" Once again, your son nods
You hung up and look at Yoongi with sorry eyes.
"It's okay, Y/N. I told I wouldn't be mad" Yoongi gives you a sweet smile and it makes you even more sorry
"Well, if you are really not mad, maybe we could do that again another time?" You attempt, shyness painting your cheeks red
"That would be great"
Your last bold move of the night is a peck on Yoongi's cheek, right before you jump in your car and drive to Banpo Bridge. You spot Jungkook and Junghee almost immediately. Well, it's not very hard, you just have to follow the little whisperings of women who are commenting how hot your best friend looks, especially with a toddler in his arms. And you can only agree. His black oversized clothes, his eyebrow piercing and his tattoos make him look like a bad boy but the tenderness he is giving to Junghee is a dangerous weapon for hearts, including your weak one.
You try to approach as discreetly as possible and jump in front of them while shouting 'Surprise!'. Junghee chuckles and hugs you, so happy to finally see you. Jungkook's big dark eyes seem to be illuminated with all the stars of the galaxy and his bunny smile is wide and genuine.
"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, happily surprised, making some room for you next to him on the blanket
"I missed my boys" You simply answer
You shiver a little because of the light breeze and your best friend notices it. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you against his chest. You hum at his warmth. You are feeling so happy right now: Junghee is happy, Jungkook is happy and you are together. You can't dream about something more perfect than that.
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Jungkook has just opened his eyes that he knows it's going to be a long day. Not because he has a lot of things to do for his boxing school but because Harin has dropped a bomb and the conversation can only end badly.
"Would you want to get married?" She asked
And now, Jungkook doesn't know how to answer. He means, they've only been dating for a few months. Isn't it way too soon for this kind of commitment? Does he even want this kind of commitment, at all?
"I don't think I'm ready" Jungkook chooses to settle with
"But you already got married" Harin argues, crossing her arms on her chest, which makes Jungkook wince
"Yeah but it was like a joke"
He doesn't add that the joke doesn't mean it wasn't serious or it didn't involve love. He can't say that, no one but you can understand what he means. It's just like he said in his vows: you marry the person you love the most in the whole word and this person is you. He knows he can't love someone more than you because you're not his lover, you're his best friend. The person who knows him better than anyone, the person who knows all his flaws and still wants him. And god, he loves you even more since you give birth to Junghee. You gave Jungkook the most beautiful thing in the whole world and nothing could overcomes that.
"You had a kid, Jungkook" Harin spurs, reproach in her voice
And once again, it was serious. Junghee is truly a baby you wanted both and you conceived with love, maybe the purest love that exists. But he still can't say that to Harin. All his girlfriend sees is the fact that you've slept together and pretend you're not attracted to each other. Your best friend sighs, running his hand into his raven locks. God, it's going to be a long day...
"Listen, I got married with Y/N because we were young and foolish. I don't think I'm husband material"
Harin scoffs. She knows damn well how good of a husband he was to you. All your friends talk about it when Jungkook and her are hanging out with them. Except that you were married only on paper and that what made Jungkook a good husband was that he was actually your best friend and not your husband.
"Listen, babe" Jungkook tries to ease the tension "It's just too soon and Junghee is still going through the whole process of me being in a relationship. And now, his mom is also setting into a relationship so I guess he is a little bit lo—" He is cut off by Harin sudden bright eyes
"Wait! Y/N is dating?" She oddly sounds happy about it
"Uhm... Yes? I think, I don't know. But it's not the point, the point is—"
"It's okay!" Harin kisses him on the cheek "You're right, we have time to think about marriage and kids"
With that, she jumps off the bed, leaving Jungkook completely lost. When did they pass from marriage to having children? This is not good for Jungkook. He doesn't even want to talk about that. Not with Harin, anyway. She is fun and cute but Jungkook doesn't love her that much. He growls and puts a pillow upon his face wondering when his life went wrong.
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Junghee is drawing on your coffee table while you're taking care of your laundry. It's a very hot day and you're so glad that Jungkook has insisted in setting an air conditioner at your place. Speaking of the devil, the door opens and lets appearing a very handsome black-haired man. A smile grows naturally on your face. Your best friends walks to Junghee to rub his hair and then comes to you.
"Wow, is it Hot Moms Day?" He teases you, pecking your cheek
Jungkook actually only half-jokes because he's always had a soft spot for you wearing large loungewear pants and styling your hair in a bun secured with a hair grip. Maybe Jungkook has some kind of housewife or baby mama kink but he's not sure because it only makes him horny when it's you. Watching you taking care of Junghee makes him hard someway. Maybe it's because the only time he fucked you was when you conceived your son. Not to mention that you were gorgeous when you were pregnant and seeing your big belly full of his baby provided a great feeling of pride in Jungkook's chest.
"Don't you have boxing classes today, baby daddy?" You tease back
"Nope so..." Your best friend makes a dramatic pause to enhance your natural curiosity and it works, according to your questioning eye "I was thinking we could go to Busan. We could go to the beach and crash at my parent's. Junghee hasn't seen them in a long time"
"Yah!" Your son cheers, already running to you
You have no doubt that the word 'beach' attracted him. You're kind of worry because Busan is far away but the smile on your son face is enough to convince you. Jungkook takes Junghee in his arms and you know damn well what they are trying to do. They are looking at you with their big doe eyes to charm you and it works every single time.
"So, what do you say, baby mama?"
"Okay, let's go" You sigh, just for the appearance because deep down you feel pretty excited too
After packing some clothes for the weekend, you three took Jungkook's car and drove to Busan. Jungkook and Junghee sang so loud that you had to put your hands on your ears but you were actually happy.
Despite your best friend's exhaustion, he is cheerful while dining with his parents and you. It's been a long time since you saw them and they are like your second parents. Moreover, Junghee is really excited. Especially since his grandparents spoil him with so many toys you're not sure they'll fit in the car. It just feels good to be around your family and spending simple moments that mean everything.
Junghee is already asleep in Jungkook's old room between you and his dad. Your best friend is looking at you in the dark while you're patting your son's black hair. It's as smooth as his dad's.
"Are you happy?" He asks quietly
"Yes, I am. Kook, I'm always happy when I'm with you and Junghee"
Jungkook rubs your cheek with his thumb. The softness of his gesture makes you hum and you grab his hand to kiss it.
"I won't ever love someone more than you. You and Junghee will always mean everything to me" He confesses
"You're not really a good boyfriend" You joke, referring to Harin who obviously doesn't have a lot of room in Jungkook's life
"I'm not" Jungkook agrees with a sigh "I'm too busy being a dad and your best friend. And before you argue, I don't want to change that"
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The next day, you go to Haeundae Beach with Jungkook and Junghee. As you has anticipated, you're not the only one who wanted to enjoy the ocean on this hot weather. The beach is full of families, groups of friends or couples and your little family blends perfectly in the landscape. Your son has his bunny smile on his chubby face, which makes him so damn cute. Jungkook settles your beach towels and parasol while you're applying sunscreen on Junghee. It doesn't take long for him to beg Jungkook for a swim. You watch in awe your two men walking hand in hand towards the water. Your son looks so small next to Jungkook's muscular body. However, you grow a little bitter when you notice some women looking at them too. You know damn well how hot your best friend is, especially at the beach where his brawny chest is at full display along with his sexy tattooed arm. But it makes you uneasy when women try to flirt with him in front of you.
It's a weird feeling. You're jealous but an odd type of jealous. Jungkook is your best friend, but also the father of your son. When you think about him having another child with someone else, it really bothers you. However, you're not fool enough to deny the possibility of it. And you have no doubt that Jungkook will always be there for Junghee but you can't help wondering 'what about me?'. Things won't be the same if he gets married or has a child. You love your little family and, as selfish as it might be, you don't want it to change, even if you won't ever admit it out loud...
You sigh and decide to occupy your brain by applying sunscreen on your own body this time. When you look up, you see two black-haired boys close to the shore, building sandcastles. A tender smile appears naturally and grows wider when your son lifts up his head and waves at you. You wave back and pull out your phone to snap a photo. Jungkook notices it and waves at you too.
"Isn't mama so pretty?" He asks his son and Junghee vigorously nods
"I love mama"
"I love mama too" Jungkook chuckles before bringing his attention back to his sand creation
Your smile disappears in no time when a — you hate to say it — hot woman approaches Jungkook and Junghee. An unpleasant, yet familiar feeling fills up your chest: possessiveness. If you didn't have to take care of your belongings, you would already be running towards them. You watch the woman shamelessly flirting with your best friend in front of your son! You scoff and roll your eyes.
Jungkook, on the other hand, tries to be polite but he doesn't really acknowledge the stranger's beauty. For him, no one can compare to you. So he says a few words but his tone makes it clear that he is not interested. However, the young woman doesn't seem to get the message so Jungkook, not so subtly, mentions you as his wife. God, he wishes he'd kept his ring... To hide the fact, he carefully keeps his left hand buried in the wet sand. Thankfully, the woman decides to leave and Jungkook releases a relieved sigh. Junghee is cheerfully clapping at his castle and Jungkook smiles at him with tender eyes. His son is growing up so fast. Maybe he should have another baby, just like he teased you on Junghee's birthday.
"I want to drink apple juice" Junghee states with a confident voice, just like if he has make a life-changing decision
He doesn't wait for any respond and runs to you. You giggle at your son clumsily heading in your direction. He jumps on you, almost kicking the air out of your lungs: he is getting a little too big to jump on you without hurting you but you can't care because the gesture is just full of love. Even more when he pecks your cheek. Jungkook loves witnessing these scenes. He joins you and grabs a brick of juice for your son before settling down on his own towel.
"I'll go for a swim" You notify them
As you're mindlessly walking to the ocean, Jungkook's fists clench a little when he sees some men eyeing at your perfect ass. Fuck, he knows how hot you are but he doesn't like the way strangers are looking at you. How ironic that he is in the same place you were a few minutes ago. He strategically lays on his stomach to hide his boner. You look good in your navy bikini. Your bare thighs look inviting and your swinging butt is to die for. He quite praises himself for your full breasts because you took an extra bra cup after your son's birth. Your whole body looks delicious with sexy curves. The thought of you being his baby mama clearly makes him horny. He loves being the one who got you pregnant — geez, him and his fucking weird kinks when it comes to you... Jungkook wishes he could mark your bare skin to keep men away but he knows he can't.
"Daddy, what does 'slutty' mean?" Junghee asks with his big innocent eyes
Your best friend almost chokes on his spit. What the hell?!
"Where did you hear that?" He tries to shirk
"The man next to us said that mama was slutty" Your son explains, unaware of the anger building in his dad
"Which one?" He asks with gritted teeth
Junghee points with his little finger a man, probably about the same age as Jungkook, hanging out with his friends, a beer in his hand. Jungkook pokes his tongue on his cheek before standing up and asking his son to stay here.
"Having fun?" Jungkook asks with a harsh tone that matches his dark eyes
The group of men lifts up their heads, quite surprised.
"Yeah, it's a nice day" The little fucker who called you 'slutty' answers with a proud smirk
"Checking out hot chicks?" Jungkook hoaxes
"Yeah, why?" The same one replies, growing frustrated
"You see the one with the navy swimsuit over there?" Jungkook points towards you with a head motion but doesn't wait for any respond "That's my wife. If you call her slutty again or anything at all, I can guarantee that you'll not have fun anymore. You don't talk about her, you don't even look at her, is that clear?" He adds with a threatening tone, trying not to think about the fact that he has lied twice today by calling you his wife — in his defense, you actually were not so long ago
If the other men nod, the one who seems to be dumb has a big ego. He is not going to let someone speak to him like that. He stands up and gives a harsh eye to Jungkook.
"What can I say? Your wife is slutty" He snaps back with a smirk, full of provocation
Well, the provocation doesn't set well with Jungkook since his fist meets the man's face in no time. However, the stranger fights back and the mess going around catches people's attention. On your way back, you see some people looking and gasping at something. You step closer and gasp when you see your best friend, panting, with bruised knuckles and death stare. He looks down at a man with a bloody face laying on the floor and growling of pain.
You quickly check on your son before joining your baby daddy.
"You need to stop, you could lose your boxing licence" You whisper in his ear
Jungkook is looking at you and it takes him a few seconds to get rid off his harsh dark eyes as the anger slowly decreases. He nods and steps back, not without wrapping an arm around your waist in a protective and possessive manner. Jungkook is angry and maybe he is afraid of loosing you in someway so he needs to feel you close to him. You grab an ice block from your cooler and pull it on Jungkook's hand.
"What happened?" You ask
You see Jungkook avoiding your eyes and you frown.
"The man called you slutty, but I don't know what it means" Your son answers
Your mouth snaps open out of shock. Did Jungkook punch a guy for your honor? You don't know if you want to yell at him or to hug him.
"Kook! You shouldn't have said anything!" You scold him
"I can't do that!" Jungkook defends himself "I can't stay here when someone is disrespecting you. Wouldn't you do the same if you were in my shoes?"
You look into his doe eyes and you find nothing to reply because it's true: you would react if someone said horrible things about your best friend.
"No more fighting, please. I don't want you to get hurt" You end up saying
"He didn't punch me" Your best friend replies with a stupid cocky grin and you slap his shoulder
"Daddy is like superman!" Junghee shouts, which makes you sigh
Now, you'll have to explain to your three-year son that he cannot beat people like his dad.
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In front of his parents' house, Jungkook kneels in front of his son who is looking at him with a question mark in his big doe eyes.
"Look, buddy, how about you keep secret about what happened at the beach? I don't want grandpa and grandma Jeon to worry" He says, embarrassed
You can only smile at this big and strong man being afraid to get scolded by his parents. But you understand. Jungkook's parents are not big fan of their son's job and being a mother yourself, you perfectly get how worry it makes them. You often wonder if Junghee will want to fight for a living and the thought of him getting hurt squeezes your heart in a painful way.
"Okay!" Your son replies, not really understanding why his dad doesn't want to say he is a hero "Pinky promise!"
"Pinky promise" Your best friend repeats with a sweet voice, wrapping his finger around Junghee's tiny one
As you are applying a thin layer of mascara to get ready for diner in the backyard of Jungkook's parents, your best friend enters his childhood bedroom. You're surprised to see him wearing a black shirt, looking well dressed up for a casual diner at home.
"Going somewhere?" You ask with a lifted eyebrow
"Indeed, with you" He answers with a playful grin "It's been a long time since we've spent time together, I mean just you and me. So, I asked my parents to watch out for Junghee and I booked at table for us" Jungkook proudly announces
You are amazed by the place your best friend has chosen. It's fancy yet cozy but above all, you really appreciate spending time with him. You've missed those moments with your best friend. You sip on your wine while chatting with Jungkook. As usual, the talk goes smoothly and it seems like you never run out of topics. However, Jungkook's next line makes you freeze.
"I would like another baby"
You gulp with difficulty. You didn't know that Harin and him were already at this stage. A weight is crushing on your chest and it's hard to pretend like you're not broken at the idea. Yes, you're happy for your best friend and you know he'll be a great dad for this second child but like you explained, things won't be the same between the two of you. You'll need time to get at the idea.
"Oh" Is all you manage to respond
You don't even know what to say to him.
"I know it's quite sudden but Junghee is already three and this afternoon he asked me about a sibling... I don't think it's completely unimaginable" Jungkook explains
He is looking into your eyes to get an hint of your thoughts but you can't understand them yourself.
"So, what do you think?" He asks, stress making his heart beating fast in his chest
"I-I think it's great" You lie with a chocked throat that spurs you to finish your glass "It'll definitely take your relationship with Harin on another level"
Jungkook frowns immediately.
"No, I meant having another baby together, Y/N" He clarifies, gesturing between you and him
"Oh!" You say, once again, surprise more than noticeable on your features
"I already told you, I can't imagine having a family with someone other than you"
Your cheeks take a light pinkish color and you bite your lower lip. You also have thought about having another baby recently. And you can't imagine someone other than Jungkook for the father but what about your friendship? Being a mom is the most beautiful gift in the world for you and to be honest, you miss being pregnant. You miss feeling your baby moving in your belly. You miss feeling Jungkook inside y— Wait, what? No, you don't! You shake your head to get rid off this ridiculous thought.
"I think I need time to think about it" You whisper, eyes down in shame of your filthy ideas
"Sure, take your time. Don't pressure yourself, it's okay if you don't want to, I won't be less happy with Junghee and you" Jungkook reassures you, grabbing your hand
You are still a little bit lost when Jungkook parks his car in his parents' garage. You wonder how your life would be if you decide to have a new little member in your family. You'd surely be beyond happy but how would be things with Jungkook? You had the feeling that your relationship was a little confusing when you were married and when you decided to have Junghee in someway. Now, you're divorced, parents but still best friends. Things got back to normal. Having another child might rattle everything...
If you stopped lying to yourself for one second, you'll admit that it's not having another baby that scares you. It's being intimate with Jungkook again. He is so perfect, so caring. It's quite hard to not fall for him. So far, you manage to avoid it by clearly delimited your relationship as friends. Things almost got out of control when you conceived Junghee and you can't deny that your heart was doing some weird tricks in your chest for a few months — which you easily convinced yourself that it was the hormones talking. But now, there is no hormones and your heart does it again...
"Hey, are you okay?" Jungkook softly asks you, cupping your face with one of his big and warm palm "You've been quiet all along"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I guess I was just deep in thoughts" You confess in a whisper
"Like I said, don't pressure yourself. It was just an idea" Your best friend reassures you
God, he looks so handsome right now in the dimmed light, the room only lightens by the pale moon coming from the window. He looks unreal. His eyes are as shiny as ever, his cute bubble nose makes you smile and his lips... You should stop looking at them. It's bad. It's really bad. Jungkook is your best friend, he has a girlfriend and you have Yoongi — even though your relationship is quite undetermined — and most of all, he is Junghee's father! Only bad things would follow if you let your desires control you.
Wait a minute.
What desires? You don't have desire for Jungkook! You don't! Impossible. That's completely ridiculous and crazy and impossible. Not to mention impossible. Have you already say impossible? Because it is impossible for god's sake.
So why are you scooting closer to him and kiss him? Your brain is not responding to any of your pleas and your lips press deeper against Jungkook's ones. It gets even crazier when he kisses you back! What in the world is happening? You can't really think about it because it feels too good.
The kiss is passionate, your hands making a mess in Jungkook's black hair and his tongue is entering your mouth. Your moans are swallowed by him and your panties get soaked. It's the first time you two share such an amazing kiss. The most amazing kiss ever.
You clumsily reach his seat to sit on his lap. The lack of room makes the position quite awkward and you have no choice but to press your boobs against his firm chest. Your hands caress his biceps through the fabric of his shirt and your pussy clenches around nothing when you feel his muscles flexing underneath your touch. Jungkook's hands don't stay steady either: one goes up to grab your hair and pushes you deeper against his lips while the other one squeezes your ass through your dress.
When he leaves your swollen lips to drift away to your throat, your hips start to grin on his crotch and you can feel his boner despite the layers of clothing. Your moans intensify and you have to secure your arm around Jungkook's head not to fall into the abyss of pleasure. The friction applied on your covered clit is great but you need more. A sneaky hand finds its way between your bodies and starts unzipping his jeans. You whimper when you feel your best friend hard in his underwear. You caress him as well as you can despite the uneasy position and Jungkook lifts up your dress to get access at your bare ass skin. He growls when he roughly grabs your juicy flesh, sending a wave of arousal to your already wet cunt.
You finally free him from his briefs and manage to push aside your soaked panties. You grab his thick length at the base and impaled yourself on his cock. Your wetness and his pre cum make it easy to enter, even with your tightness. You hide your face on his neck to mutter your loud moans caused by the stretching. Fuck, he is big. Especially since you haven't had sex for years! But you're too high on arousal to care about the slight pain and start riding him like a freak. Maybe the man from the beach was right, you are slutty with Jungkook right now. You don't even recognize yourself. It's even the first time you fuck somewhere other than a bed!
Jungkook helps you by placing his hands under your ass. The whole car is filled with moans from both sides. You kiss Jungkook's throat messily, leaving wet stains of saliva on his thin skin. He runs one of his hands up and settles it in the back of your neck to make you take him deeper and harder. He is so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Animalistic growls escape his lips and he urges you to kiss him again. Your groans mix with your tongues and salivas in a real messy and sloppy kiss.
You can feel your orgasm building up in you despite the aching feeling growing in your legs. You're out of breathe but you don't seem to be able to stop. You're completely controlled by your arousal and you wish you could fuck him all night. The way you're riding Jungkook's big cock tells enough about your desires. Your walls clench, making his dick throb inside you and you know that you are both close. A few more jumps are enough to feel his cum shots painting your walls, sending you on the edge too. His seeds mix with your juices, creating a pool of arousal between your legs.
You're both panting and you rest your sticky forehead against Jungkook's one. He is keeping you tight in his arms, gently caressing your back. You are slowly coming down from your high and your eyes snap open. What have you done?! You fucked Jungkook, your best friend! You have risked years of friendship for a quickie in his fucking car! While your son and his parents are sleeping in this very same house. Panic fills your body and you gasp at the realization.
You jump out of the car, only pulling down your dress to cover the mess between your legs and run in shame. You lock yourself in the bathroom, unable to think straight. All you can do is crying for hours, despite Jungkook gently knocking on the door and asking you to open the door — which you never do.
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You ended up discreetly sneaking into Jungkook's bedroom late in the night, praying for him to be asleep or at least pretend to be. You didn't sleep at all and by the absence of light snoring, you know that Jungkook didn't either. You don't really know what to say to him despite you're sorry: for having sex with him and for running away right after it. If the shoe was on the other foot, you know how hurt you would be. But you're ashamed and embarrassed to face him just yet...
If Junghee is way too young to get the tensed air between his mom and dad, Jungkook's parents can clearly feel it. And it does nothing to ease you. You try to focus on your son during breakfast, doing everything you can to avoid Jungkook's eyes that you easily imagine on you. At some point, your best friend grows sick of it, sighs loudly and grabs his plate to escape the room. When his mom joins him in the kitchen, she can't hold her worry and questions her son.
"I told Y/N I wanted another child" Jungkook confesses with a low voice and a defeated look
His mom is not as surprised as he thought she would be.
"How did she react?" She asks with a comforting hand on her son's large shoulder
"She said that she needed to think about it. I mean, I understand but just look at Junghee. We have been so happy since he was born, I don't think another child would fuck things up between us" Jungkook growls in frustration, running his tattooed hand in his hair
His mother doesn't scolds him on his bad language and rather asks:
"Is that why things are tensed this morning?"
"Maybe. Actually... Something happened" Jungkook winces, embarrassed to talk about his sexual life with his mom "I didn't see the problem before Y/N ran away. And now she doesn't even look at me! I don't know what to do"
"Do you regret it?"
Your best friend takes a few seconds to think. Does he? Maybe he wishes that your second time together were in a more romantic atmosphere but he doesn't regret one bit. He missed your touch, he missed your body. He missed feeling physically connected to you. Sex with you is so different, way more powerful and emotional because he cares about you. He fucking loves you. And honestly, it breaks his heart that you shut him down after sharing a bed — or his car seat to be precise.
"No. I mean, I wanted to but I don't want to hurt her, you know?" Jungkook replies with blushed cheeks
"Y/N has always had a special place in your life, Jungkook. You've known each other for a long time. Maybe the idea of things changing between you scares her. But never doubt her love for you. She deeply cares about you and you'll always be the father of her child. I know you'll figure things out" His mom reassures him with a tender smile but a hint of worry in her eyes
A little knock on the kitchen door drives Mrs. Jeon's and Jungkook's eyes on you. Your red cheeks clearly notify how embarrassed you are. Even quite mad — against you or him or anything else because he can't quite decide —, your best friend finds you cute.
"Can I talk to you?" You shyly ask him and he nods before leading you to his bedroom for privacy
Your eye is everywhere except on him as you gather your courage to speak.
"I'm so sorry, Kook" You apologize
"For what?" His voice is a little bit cold but you can't resent him
"For everything?" You try and sigh "I think I was a little overwhelmed about what happened but I want you to know that you didn't do anything wrong, it was entirely my fault"
Your eyes water and your chin is shaking in a dangerous way. Despite his frustration, Jungkook pulls you into a hug.
"I get it. Please, don't cry. Let's put that aside for now, okay? We can talk about it when you're ready" Jungkook comforts you, pecking the top of your head
Fuck, why does your best friend have to be this great? He should be mad. You would in his shoes. But he is comforting you instead! And it makes you feel even worst. You keep repeating that you're sorry while you're crying in his arms.
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It has been one week since your trip to Busan and things have been back to normal. In appearance only but your mind is a real mess. You blush every time your best friend gets close to you and your heart beats heretically whenever he touches you. You feel like you're going insane. You need you convince yourself that you don't love Jungkook and that it's just a side effect of your roll in the hay.
That's why you've called your mom to babysit Junghee and went on a date with Yoongi. After all, he is a fine man and he is available. You feel terrible when you think about Harin and you still don't know how you'll be able to look at her in the eyes... The thought makes you stress. You try not to think about it and concentrate on the movie you're watching with Yoongi.
Why don't you feel any butterfly anymore when he grabs your hand? It's not good for you or your heart. Yoongi is really great so why don't you love him? You kind of like him and you find him attractive but he doesn't fill your mind like Jungkook does. And it's not fair for Yoongi. He deserves to be someone's first choice, not some consolation.
At the end of the movie, you tell the truth to Yoongi and you hope not to hurt him too much. He tells you that he understands and that he is a little bit sad because you're a great woman — which makes you feel worst. You feel nothing like a great person lately, quite the opposite actually.
In another part of Seoul, Harin has brought the marriage topic on the table. Again. Maybe she feels threatened after the weekend you've spent together. And Jungkook doesn't know how to escape it because he really doesn't want to marry Harin. Or any other woman but you.
"I think it could be great to be a real family, you and me and our babies" Harin states, a dreamy smile on her face
"Sorry to remind you but I have a family" Jungkook replies with irritation in his voice
"Yeah, yeah, I know that Junghee will always be part of your life but he'll get along with our children. Oh, and for the wedding, I was thinking about..."
Harin explains her theme and everything she wants to have for her big day but Jungkook stops listening. His mind drives him back to you. He remembers your wedding and how simple and perfect it was. Full of authenticity. It was a perfect day. His second best day after Junghee's birth. Which leads him to remember it. How scared he was for you but also how impressed he was. How you grabbed and firmly squeezed his hand until hurting him — not that he cared anyway — when you were pushing. How he encouraged you and told how amazing you were. He remembers your tired yet wide smile when you held your son for the first time. He remembers how he felt when he held Junghee for the first time. His body was so small he was afraid to break it. And he remembers the promise he made to himself that day: to always protect you and your son and to love you even after his last breathe. Nothing could be stronger than the bound you share. Maybe it's cruel but Harin would never compete against you. There is no choice to make because you are the only one for him.
But judging how panicked you reacted one week ago, Jungkook doesn't think he is even an option for you. So he lets his girlfriend blather on her fantasies of wedding and children.
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Jungkook is picking up Junghee at the kindergarten because you have a meeting for your job. While he is happy to spend time with his son, your best friend's body tenses a little when he spots Yoongi in the crowd. Should he greet him? It's so awkward because Jungkook fucked you while you are in some kind of relationship with the man. Did you tell him? Did you see him after that? Did you sleep with him? Gosh, he hopes not... He would rather get punched for having sex with you than having his heart broken for you having sex with someone else. He can't help but feel hypocrite when he had sex with Harin this week even though he didn't really want to. What reassures him a little is that he always wears condoms.
Wait a minute.
He hasn't with you. Do you take the pill? He is pretty sure you don't. Oh god, the whole situation is getting out of control. Yes, he wants a baby with you but he doesn't want to trap you into the situation. Anxiety is eating him alive and he doesn't even see Yoongi approaching until he is right in front of him.
"Hi" The man greets him
"Hi, how are you?" Jungkook tries to hide his panic and his guilt behind a smile
"Fine" Yoongi lies, his heart is still a little broken but he doesn't resent you — you can't control your feelings and he knows it damn well "Seung's birthday is next weekend and I'm checking on the parents to see who'll come at the party. Can I count Junghee in?"
"Sure, he'll be more than happy" Jungkook releases a sigh, glad that he won't be punched after all
A little boy with black hair and a bunny smile runs to him, waiting for his dad to hold him in his arms. Jungkook's heart melts at his son and he can't help but wonder if Junghee will soon have a little sister or brother. He tries not to think too much about it and walks to his car.
The drive to his boxing school doesn't take long and he mentally thanks you for that: you have insisted for him to choose a building in a district close to all kinds of educative establishments, mainly because it'd be great for his business, but also because it'd be handier when he would be a dad.
Junghee is always excited to see his dad boxing. He loves imitating him, throwing his little fists in the air. Your best friend has started giving him lessons and he loves the fact that he can deepen his relationship with his child this way. He also hopes that his son will be able to defend himself if he gets in trouble or defend you because you're way too stubborn to listen to Jungkook and take boxing lessons... On the other hand, he pretty likes being the one to save you.
Jungkook is kneeled down in front of Junghee and keeps his palms up so your son can punch them. Jungkook can't help a chuckle at the cute pout adoring the toddler's focused face. His son smiles proudly whenever Jungkook praises him. Your best friend has no doubt that you would look at them with awe eyes if you were there.
However, the little lesson has to end when some students enter for their class. It's not the first time Junghee sees them but he grows shy and hides behind his father's leg. Surely, the little group of teenagers impresses him. Your best friend smiles tenderly at Junghee and rubs his tattooed hand into the sleek hair of his child to soothe him. He tells him to sit on the bench and grabs an apple juice for him before heading to his students and giving instructions.
You rush out of the building to take your son home. You gasp when you see some teenage boys punching each others on the ring. You don't like Junghee to see violence. You know that Jungkook couldn't do otherwise but it doesn't please you. Definitely, you had a long day... You're sure Junghee will have nightmares tonight.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" Jungkook asks when he spots you
You nod, quite surprised by his embarrassment and follow him to his office. You frown when he closes the door. What's so serious?
"I need to ask you something'"Jungkook looks down a moment before returning his eyes into yours "Are you on the pill?"
Your eyes widen. You really didn't expect this question. And it's another reminder of how stupid it was to fuck your best friend.
"I am" You answer
Now, it's Jungkook's turn to be surprised. He thought you weren't. You always told him that you didn't want to intoxicated your body with unnecessary doses of hormones if you're not in a relationship. Does that mean that Yoongi and you have turned a corner? His heart is squeezing painfully in his chest.
"Oh, okay then, I was worried about nothing" Your best friend says, his hand messing his hair up
"About that..." You start, embarrassed too "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened" Jungkook opens his mouth to argue but you stop him "I shouldn't have reacted like that, especially when I'm the one who initiated things. I feel terrible towards you and towards Harin. I really hope that I didn't make things tensed between you" The idea of it makes you wince and you hide your face in your hands "God, I'm such a horrible person"
"Hey, don't say that" Jungkook grabs your hands to look at your face with affection in his doe eyes "I could have stopped you and I didn't because I wanted it too. Please, don't blame yourself. To be honest, I liked it"
Jungkook's words make you blush and you look away to prevent yourself from jumping on him once again. Your best friend pulls you to his side to hug you before letting you go. Jungkook kisses Junghee's chubby cheek to tell him goodbye and you grab you son in your arms to bring him home.
In his bed, after you've read him a book, your son surprises you. Or more like breaks your heart.
"What?" You say because maybe you haven't heard well and gosh, you wish you haven't
"Daddy and Harin are getting married" He repeats
All blood leaves your face and you feel like your heart has stopped.
"Why do you say that?" You ask with a white voice
"Harin told me"
You might be completely broken at the news but you need to know how your son feels like because it's the most important thing for you.
"What do you feel about it?"
"I'm okay. I like Harin, she makes good pancakes" Junghee replies innocently
You nod and kiss his forehead before escaping his room to cry in your bed. You made Jungkook cheat on his future wife! You're so horrible! Worst, your heart is broken while you should be happy for your best friend. Why didn't Jungkook tell you? Is it because you had sex? You knew that you've fucked things up! Now your best friend isn't confiding to you anymore, even for something as important as a fucking wedding! You feel bad. Terrible. You're the one who provoked what you absolutely wanted to avoid: things has changed between Jungkook and you.
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Junghee is playing with the new toys his grandparents gave him in Busan. You look at him with a distracted look because your attention is set on the news channel. It's not the first time Seoul has to go through a typhoon, however, you're a little worried because the TV keeps repeating that this one is especially violent. You try to keep calm for Junghee but the dark sky and the pouring rain don't help. It's the first time you have to face such a weather condition without Jungkook. You mentally note the advises the anchors give: preparing some candles or flashlights in case of blackout, making sure to stay away from the windows and closing the blinds if possible. You sigh and join your son, innocent as usual, only caring about the little imaginary world he has created in his mind. It helps to soothe you, even though you wonder if your best friend is okay.
"Where are you going?" Harin asks with an irritated tone when she witnesses Jungkook grabbing his car key
Jungkook stops his movements and looks at his girlfriend like it was evident. They have just listened to the same news as you and Jungkook immediately reached the entry of his apartment — where Harin seems to spend more and more time each day.
"I'm worried about Junghee and Y/N" He explains
"They're fine!" Harin scoffs "And look outside, it's pouring! You can't go out"
Jungkook is growing frustrated. He is worried, he doesn't want to leave you two alone. His heart is beating so fast in his chest because of the stress. His whole body is begging him to go and make sure you're safe. Why can't Harin understand that? You're his family! Anger is starting to build inside him and he can't help but yelling at Harin because she has been acting like a crazy woman lately and Jungkook is sick of it.
"I can't leave my kid and my wife alone!"
"Your wife?!" Harin snaps "Really Jungkook?" Her voice is nothing sweet and it's full of grudge
"You know what I mean" Jungkook replies with a roll of eyes
"No, I don't actually. You are not married! And I am your girlfriend" Harin reminds him
It's true. Jungkook knows it. But he can't help feeling upset at that thought. He is still seeing himself as your husband, maybe because for him it's complicated to separate that from being Junghee's father. His instinct is always to protect you and your toddler. When he pictures his family, it's you, Junghee and him. Harin is never in the picture to be honest. What he wants is to be with you. Right now, he can't even remember why he agreed to sign those stupid divorce papers.
"I need to go" Jungkook settles to say, his voice a little softer than before
"If you pass that door, it's over" Harin says with confidence, her arms crossed on her chest
Your best friend has never liked ultimatums and this one is by far the worst. He scoffs before opening the door and leaving. He doesn't even give a last look to Harin.
The rain might be pouring, the wind might be going wild, nothing could prevent Jungkook from reaching you. Actually, the hostile weather convinces him that being with you was the right decision. He just can't imagine not being there for you while he knows that you are worried and alone with your son. He is not scared about the road but about leaving you alone. It's all he can think about while driving toward you and Junghee.
The door opening makes you jolt. The familiar face with soaked, dark hair appearing provokes a weird trick in your chest.
"Kook?" The surprise is evident on your face and in your voice but everything disappears when your best friend gives you the most tender smile ever "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? You could have had an accident!" You scold him even though you're so glad he is here
"I was worried about you" Jungkook simply replies
Your mouth mimics a silent 'Thank you' and Jungkook joins Junghee at the coffee table. Your son has given up his toys to get down on one of his favorite hobbies: drawing. He chuckles when he spots his dad and almost immediately tries to climb on him. It doesn't take long for him to use his pens on Jungkook's tattooed sleeves. From time to time, Junghee nods proudly at his art piece, filling with color some patterns of the tattoos or adding completely new drawings.
"I want to have drawings on my arm like daddy" Your son suddenly states
"Wow, not until eighteen, right mama?" Jungkook laughs, imagining his three-year old toddler with tattoos
"You mean not until at least forty" You correct him, half-joking half-panicking at your little boy covered in ink
Junghee pouts but focuses again on his pens. You and Jungkook are looking at him with love eyes. He is so cute! His doe eyes are wide open and his little mouth is slightly open. You love how immersed he gets when he is doing something. He doesn't care one bit about the weather raging outside, he is in his little bubble and he has trapped your best friend and you in it.
"Mama, come help me"
You chuckle and grab a pen yourself. You scoot closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body. While Junghee is sitting on Jungkook's lap, you're against your best friend's side. One hand rests on his shoulder to stay steady while you're drawing a little flower on his hand. Jungkook hums at your touch. It feels good. The simple moment with his son and you fills up his chest with joy, he feels like he is the happiest and luckiest man on Earth. He can't help himself and grabs your small hand in his, not caring about the pen between your fingers. You lift up your head in surprise, trying to understand why he has done that but you find yourself unable to say anything.
Jungkook's handsomeness and closeness just cut your breathe. He is so pretty and the way is looking at you, like you're the most precious thing in his life, is destabilizing. You're two seconds away from kissing his pulp lips that attract you. Thankfully, you get back to your senses, shake your head and remove your hand from his grip.
"I, uhm, I'll go take some milk for Junghee" You stutter, cheeks completely blushed
You escape as fast as you can and welcome the cold air coming from the fridge on your burning face. You need to focus. You need to stop thinking about your best friend this way. You hate how hot, handsome and caring he is right now. Last time you did something stupid, you almost ended up pregnant and destroy Jungkook's future wedding. You have to stop! You need to keep your distance with Jungkook. He is only here for Junghee.
Your baby had hidden in Jungkook's arms when the typhoon was at its climax. Thankfully, your building was far enough not to suffer from big damages and the city went back to normal only a few hours later. All the emotions of the day pushed your son in a sound sleep. You watch in awe your best friend putting Junghee in his bed. You close the door as softly as you can and you face an embarrassing silence between Jungkook and you.
"So, what's the date?" You ask after clearing your throat
You hope that bringing the wedding topic with a light tone will spur Jungkook to see that you are still his confidant. You don't want to let the incident in his car ruining your friendship. In fact, things have to be even smoother than before if you want your growing family to work.
However, Jungkook is frowning and looking at you with a confused face.
"The date for what?"
"Kook" You sigh, a little hurt that he doesn't trust you "You can tell me, it's okay. Actually, I would have rather liked hearing it from you and from our three-year old son. But I get it, things have been... strange lately. Nevertheless, I want you to know that I am sincerely happy for you and Harin" You manage to give him a small smile
"I'm sorry but I really don't know what you are talking about" Jungkook replies, working his brain out to get a clue
"Your wedding, Jungkook!" You clarify, frustration noticeable in your voice
"My what?!" Your best friend shouts, completely taken aback
"Did you think that I wouldn't know?" You ask, trying to make sense of his genuine incredulity
"Y/N, I am not getting married! Don't you think that I would tell you? Where did you get that idea?"
It's your turn to frown. What's going on?
"Junghee told me that you were getting married... Maybe he didn't get it right?"
"I've never told him anything like that, like never. I don't want to marry Harin for fuck's sake" Jungkook says
You purse your lips because what you are thinking about is way too crazy to be the truth. Did Harin lie to your son? Why? That's just horrible! It can't be...
"What?" Jungkook spurs you to speak up "What did you think about? And don't lie, I know that face"
"I don't want to create problems" You finally decide to say "Maybe... maybe you should talk to Harin and clarify the situation because I think it's just a big misunderstanding"
Jungkook is feeling his anger growing inside his bones. What did Harin do? After promising he'll be back soon, he drives back to his apartment. His fists are so tightly clenched around his wheel that his knuckles are white. He wants some explanations now. Did she dare messing up with his family? With his son? With you? Jungkook is fucking pissed. He storms in and hardly contains his wrath.
"What did you say to Junghee?"
His angry tone makes Harin jolt. Her eyes widen in fear because she has never seen him this angry.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about..." She lies
"Speak now!" Jungkook shouts, his eyes even darker than usual
"I, uhm, told him that we were talking about marriage?" She tries with a small voice and Jungkook almost looses it
"You were talking about marriage!" He rectifies "Do you have any idea of what you've done?! Are you fucking insane? He is my son! You can't tell him something like that! Don't come near me or my family ever again. Now, get the fuck out!"
Witnessing Jungkook's fury, Harin doesn't argue and leaves as fast as she can. Jungkook needs a couple of minutes to calm down. He needs to let go of his anger and there is no better way than boxing for him. For the third time of the day, he steps in his car to head to his boxing school. He doesn't even know how many hours he hits the punching bag. He can't believe that Harin almost destroyed his relationship with his son and with you! He can't imagine what was in your pretty head when you thought he was getting married while he told you hundred of times that you were the only one for him. He makes a pact with himself: he will put a ring on your and his fingers so no one will ever make you feel like you're not the love of his life.
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It's already three am and you still haven't heard about Jungkook. You're way too worried to sleep and you're walking back and forth in your living room. You've tried to call him but gained no response. He told you he would be back but he hasn't. And he left pretty pissed off. Furious, actually. You're scared something has happened to him. Did he get into a fight with Harin? Did they make up? Did he have an accident? There are so many different scenarios possible and you don't know which one is the truth. If you didn't have to watch Junghee, you would already be in your car, looking all around Seoul for him.
When you're about to officially lose your sanity, the door opens. You run to Jungkook and hug him out of relief. Thank god, he is okay. You step back just enough to look at him: he is sweaty and tired and his clenched jaws are a clear sign of how tensed he is.
"I was so worried" You whisper, not to wake up your son "Is everything okay? Did you talk to Harin?"
Your best friend scoffs at the name. He still feels angry but less since you've hugged him. Your touch has always had some kind of magical power when it comes to soothe him.
"She told Junghee that we were getting married. I can't believe she lied to our son. You don't know how mad I am right now. I ended things with her"
You nod, trying to integrate the news. Despite being completely taken aback by Harin's actions, you feel terrible to have doubted Jungkook. He is your best friend, your baby daddy, the man you trust the most in the entire world. You should have known that he would never hide something this huge.
"I'm sorry" You tell him because they really are the words that sum up pretty much everything you want to say
"Don't be. I'm not sad because of her. But I am sad because I feel like I almost lost you" He explains with sincerity and it breaks your heart
"Kook, you will never lose me" You put a delicate hand on his jaw "I love you so much, you have no idea. I'll always be there for you. You're an amazing man. An amazing dad and the best best friend ever and I don't think you know it"
Emotion fills the air between you two. Jungkook's heart melts at your words and you can see it in his eyes becoming tenderer. He deserves the whole world. And suddenly, an idea comes to your mind and your look changes. Jungkook must misinterpret it because there is no way you're looking at him with lust right now. It must be the fatigue from his boxing.
His heart stops and he gulps loudly when he watches you kneeling down. He wishes his dick wasn't hardening by seeing you down in front of him and lifting up your pretty face to look into his eyes. The sight is sinful and he can't let his fantasies controlling him because he would do unspeakable things to your mouth. However, he doesn't have time to question you that your hands are already working on his sweatpants to take it down. You caress him through the fabric of his briefs and it makes his cock almost completely hard in no time.
"Y/N" He whispers with a chocked and raspy voice "What are you doing?"
"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. Don't you want it?"
The innocence and insecurity in your voice mixed with the way your eyes seem bigger when you look up at him prevent him from thinking straight. He can only nod, waiting for your next move. A wave of arousal goes straight between your legs when you grab the hem of his underwear and push it down, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth waters at the sight and you realize that it's the first time you get to really admire his dick. It's thick and big and you know how much pleasure it brings. But you are a little worried at the size of it and you wonder if you'll be able to take him entirely in your mouth.
The drop of pre cum escaping his tip is way too tempting so you poke your tongue out to lick it. Both Jungkook and you moan. He tastes sweet and you want more. You rest your hand at his base while you start kissing and taking fat laps of his head. Jungkook can't take his eyes off of you because it's too good to be real. Your lips are soft against his velvet skin and the wet strains you leave with your mouth and tongue are driving him insane. He has to control himself not to fuck your throat like a maniac.
When his tip is glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum, you open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out and take him in. It feels good to have Jungkook's cock filling your mouth. You have never been fond of blowjobs and yet, sucking your best friend's dick arouses you more than you want to admit. The sweet moans and growls from Jungkook spur you to fasten your pace. You take him quicker and deeper each time, creating some sloppy and sinful sounds. Your tongue caresses his vein and the sweet spot connecting his tip to his length. Your hand frees his base and heads south to cup his balls while you push deeper, making you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat.
"Oh fuck" Jungkook moans in pure ecstasy "Your mouth is so fucking good"
His praise makes you proud and you want to give him even more pleasure. Your free hand that was resting on his hip grabs his to put it in your hair. You look at him through your wet lashes and Jungkook gets the message. You're so perfect, he thinks while he intertwine his fingers with your strands. You open your mouth a little wider and lets him settle the pace and the deepness of his thrusts. You can't help a few tears when he deep-throats you but you actually love chocking on his cock. The wetness of your pussy is a clear sign of it.
"Fuck, baby" He hisses when he pushes deep and rests a little to feel your throat contracting around his dick
He pulls out to let you breathe and enjoys the line of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his member. You're so fucking hot like that. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now to keep the memory because he knows it's a once in a lifetime thing.
"Cum in my mouth" You tell him with a oh-so-sweet voice and he can't believe it's true
He rubs his soaked tip against the pillow of your lips, making a glistening mess that turns him on so bad and pushes his cock right back in. Your hand is deliciously cupping his heavy balls and Jungkook growls while throwing his head back with delight. Feeling your wet and warm mouth around him is really, really good. He fucks your mouth like there is no tomorrow, bringing more tears to your eyes. Your other hand caresses his firm abs and the flexing muscles underneath your fingertips provoke a sweet moan from you. It vibrates on Jungkook's cock and he can feel how close he is. His thrusts are not soft but you know he tries to hold himself back.
You pray for the sinful sounds not to wake up Junghee and you push your head further, your nose almost touching his pubic.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum'"Jungkook informs you
You hum to notify him that it's okay and you feel his grab tightening in your hair. You think that Jungkook is going to go a little wilder but he surprises you when his other hand gently settles on your cheeks to caress you with his thumb.
"Look at me" He asks but his voice is so weak that it's more like a plea
You do as he says and meet your best friend's frowning and fucked up face with a slight open mouth. He is damn hot. Your eyes are shiny because of your tears but you are so gorgeous. He can't believe how lucky he is. You're so fucking sexy and the fact that he is the one to see this side of you makes his dick throb. You're usually his very sweet baby mama — which also makes him horny to be true — but right now, you are like a goddess coming straight from his wildest sexual dreams. You are looking at each other with your usual affection eye but there is a sparkle of lust too that sends him on the edge. He is fully focused on you: your tongue, your hands on him, the sleek of your hair tangled in his fist, your soft skin underneath his thumb and your fucking beautiful eyes that he would like to look at forever. Jungkook cums on your tongue with soft growls.
Your cheeks are burning red when Jungkook steps in the bathroom to clean himself. You can't believe you've just done that. However, it's not panic that takes over you like the last time but a sweet feeling and a huge wave of arousal. It just felt right. Maybe the fact that you are both single eases you too. You sigh in content as you drop onto your couch, blushing when you replay the filthy scene that just took place in your living room.
"Shit" Jungkook curses when he drops the towel down after washing his hands
He bends over to reach it but his eyes get attracted by something in your bathroom bin. His body freezes for a second and his hand is shaky when he grabs the little box. Carefully, he opens it and pulls out the pregnancy test. It's negative.
Jungkook doesn't know if he is relieved or sad about it. But you're on the pill so did you take the test just to be sure? Did you think you were pregnant? Is it after you had sex or is it because you've slept with Yoongi too? There are so many questions in his mind right now and the only way to answer them is to ask you directly.
Your best friend finds you on the couch, a gentle smile on your face. The room is quite dark, only enlightens by the moon so you don't see that Jungkook has the test in his hand. He sits next to you and he clears his throat.
"I found this in your bin" He says as softly as he can
He doesn't want you to feel accused. He just wants to know and he knows you: you must have your reasons not to tell him.
Your eyes widen and your heart starts beating fast.
"It's negative" You say with a chocked voice
"I know. Did you think you were pregnant?" Jungkook asks and you bite your lower lip — there is no point in lying since everything is fine
"Maybe?" You reply "I wanted to be sure because, you know, we had sex" You explain with blushed cheeks
"But you're on the pill" Your best friend tries to understand
"I... I'm not. I lied because I didn't want you to panic and you were with Harin. I already felt so guilty. And then, the test came back negative so I didn't see the point of telling you. I would have had if it were positive" You explain
"Is that weird that I wish it was positive?"
You look up at Jungkook and shake your head: you have wished too in someway. You know damn well that he is confessing that because you've come clear too. He always tells you a secret when you share one of yours. He has been doing that since you were eight and you love it. There are so many things you love about him actually.
"Come here, baby daddy" You whisper, opening your arms for him to scoot closer
You rest your head on his shoulder while he wraps you into his embrace. You both enjoy the peaceful silence and you close your eyes when Jungkook gently rubs your side.
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Jungkook is watching you getting ready for Yoongi's son birthday party. He doesn't know if he should enjoy how good you look in the dress he has bought you — an ankle-long tight black dress with long sleeves from the lounge wear collection of Skims that really pleases him because you're like the perfect hot mom — or if he should grow grumpy because you might put efforts for another man. The way the dress hugs your curves is insane: your boobs and your ass are perfectly accentuated and you are fucking sexy. Jungkook can't hold himself and hugs you from behind. Despite looking like one of your usual friend hugs, he presses his crotch a little further against your ass and you can't deny that a wave of arousal washes over you.
"You look good, baby mama" Jungkook says with a voice a little raspy
"You do too, Kook" You reply with blushed cheeks as you're eyeing his white shirt perfectly holding his buff chest and his strong thighs covered by his black jeans
You can feel your best friend's inked hand slowly rubbing your stomach before going up and stopping right under your boobs. Your breathe is cut off and all you can think about is feeling Jungkook everywhere on your body. Your eyes cling on each other through the mirror. You notice how Jungkook's eyes are even darker than usual and the way they look hungry. He tilts his head and lightly kisses the thin and sensitive skin straight below your earlobe, which makes you shiver. It's so erotic how slowly and delicately yet sensually Jungkook moves. You press your thighs against each other because your panties are more than wet now, which causes a smirk on Jungkook's face. His hand is about to finally grab your tit when a little boy jumps on your bed.
You immediately put some distance between your bodies.
"Come on, we're gonna be late!" Junghee whines
You know he has been waiting all day for his friend's birthday. You pick him up in your arms and Jungkook takes care of the present and your bag. Your best friend smiles at the scene: you're a beautiful family. A tender smile paints his face when he sees his son tightening his little arms around your neck to hug you. The amount of love he is feeling right now is indescribable.
Your son is immediately running to Seung when you arrive at the party. You're feeling a little embarrassed to face Yoongi after what happened. You have managed to avoid him at work but there is no way to escape now. Your colleague spots out and gives you a nod to which you reply with a smile. Jungkook is watching the interaction between you and he frowns. Why are you not talking to him? Why is the atmosphere tensed? He can't say that he is not happy about it because to be honest, he was a little stressed to be the fifth wheel with Yoongi and you. It would have broke his heart to witness some sweet gestures between the two of you, especially since your best friend and you have been intimate.
"What happened?" Jungkook discreetly asks in your ear, unable to keep his curiosity away any longer
"Yoongi is really great" You start with a sigh and the compliment makes Jungkook jealous "But I just think that there is not enough place for another man in my life right now"
"Well, you know I'm the only man for you" Your best friend teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you into his side with possessiveness
"Actually, Junghee is the only man for me, he fills up all my dreams" You reply and stick out your tongue in a playful way
"Then we have to make a little baby girl to be even" Jungkook says lowly, squeezing your flesh a little which makes you blush
You are helping to set the food on the table while Jungkook is giving a spontaneous boxing lesson to the children after Junghee has bragged about his dad being a superhero, resulting in all the kids wanting to be one too. Your eyes are sparking with affection when you watch the scene. Jungkook is really good with kids and he is a great father to Junghee. The idea of having a baby hasn't seemed too crazy lately. Having a little girl or a little boy with him fills your chest with happiness. Maybe you should do it. The only thing that holds you back is your relationship with Jungkook. You're not sure you want to have a baby with your best friend anymore... You wish you could have a baby with your husband. You miss the ring on your finger, you miss Jungkook as your hubby.
You're not stupid enough to not have noticed that your relationship has slightly evolved recently but marriage is a big step. However, it's the twenty-first century so if you want to be married, you don't have to wait for the proposal: you can ask him yourself, for real this time. Perhaps, after all, your friends and family were right all along: you were bound to fall in love with your best friend.
You don't know when you fell in love with Jungkook. Was it after having Junghee? When you got married? Or have you actually being in love with him since you were eight? Maybe you didn't know that your love for him was actually a romantic love because it's all you've ever known. It doesn't really matter though because now you know. You love him. As your best friend, as your baby daddy and as the best man you've ever met. You just love him, as a person, all of him.
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Your son wanted to stay for Seung's sleepover so you went back home with Jungkook only. Your heart is beating like crazy. You try to imagine how your best friend will react when you ask him to marry and the stress is filling your whole body. You can't look at him in the eyes.
"I can't believe Junghee is old enough to go to sleepovers" Jungkook jokes "He'll soon have his first girlfriend"
"Don't you think it's a little bit young for a girlfriend?" You say with a sigh because your baby can't grow up so fast
"I had my first one at three" He proudly informs you but you're too tensed to laugh
You keep avoiding his glance and you fiddle with your fingers as the anxiety directs your blood to your feet to run away.
"Is everything okay?" Jungkook asks, worried
"Yes. Can you... wait here please?" You reply, escaping the living room as fast as you can
You breath deeply before looking into your nightstand. The sliver ring is immediately noticeable with the way it shines under the light. A light smile appears on your face when you remember putting the ring on your best friend's finger a few years ago. After your divorce, you agreed on keeping Jungkook's ring and him yours. It was a way to always have a small part of each other as spouses. You are so glad to have it right now, even though you can feel the stress filling up your body. Are you really going to ask him to marry you? Yes, you are. The thought could make you giggle if the possibility of rejection didn't make you nauseous.
When you enter the living room, you find Jungkook sitting patiently on the couch. He immediately stands up because he can sense your uneasiness. He frowns and opens his mouth to speak but you stop him by showing the ring. Confusion is clear on your best friend's face.
"I know that it might sound crazy" You start, gathering all your courage for your confession and grabbing his left hand at the same time, the contact of your skins smooths you a bit "But you and I have shared so many things. I've never been happier than when we were married. It took me years to finally notice that..." You gulp, the next words being the most important yet scary words "I love you, Kook. I truly, deeply love you. So, will you marry me? Again?"
You end up your proposal with a hitch pitch tone that fakes chill while you're going crazy because you have just opened your heart and you feel vulnerable. You look at him and the few seconds of silence are killing you.
"No"
"No?" Your heart stops, breaks, burns or maybe everything at the same time
You feel stupid. It was so stupid to think that Jungkook would marry you or love you the way you do. You agreed on being friends years ago, why did you think something has changed? Because of the few loving eyes you shared? Because you had sex? Because he said you were the only one for him? You can't believe you've interpreted it all wrong. You want to cry but you fight the tears to maintain your dignity. And even if Jungkook doesn't want to marry you, it doesn't mean he doesn't love you because you know he does. Maybe just not the same as you do.
Jungkook starts to panic when he notices the hurt on your face. He steps closer and cups your face with his big palms.
"No, no, no, it's not what I wanted to say!" He adds quickly "I want to marry you!" The confession makes your heart jumps in your chest "God, you don't know how much I want it but you can't ask me to marry you" Now, you're the one confused and your heartbeats are going wild but you don't even know why "You can't ask me because I want to ask you. So your proposal is going to mess up all my plan to set up a very romantic diner with flowers and all that shit"
You can't help a giggle.
"I don't care about that, Kook. Our wedding was perfect as simple as it was and I don't need anything more than you and Junghee. So please, marry me?" You ask again, tears — of joy? — in your eyes
"Yes!" He exclaims, right before kissing you
The kiss is good. So damn good. You release all the stress you've accumulated and Jungkook's lips have never felt so sweet. It's addictive and you're not sure you can live without them anymore. You pull away just enough to put the ring on his finger and it fits perfectly. Not only because it was his ring before but because it belongs here. His hand seems empty without it and his life is not complete without you as his wife. The strong emotion of the moment brings tears to your eyes: it's so much love that it can't contain in your body.
"I love you" He whispers, his shiny doe eyes even brighter than usual
You are going to marry your best friend. Again. But this time, for real — but can you really say that the last time was not real? All these years, you were blind or maybe too afraid to notice that you actually were in love with him. It's in fact impossible not to when Jungkook is perfect. He is your family and not only because he is your baby daddy. He feels like home. His strong arms are your shelter and gosh, you love him so much.
"There is another thing I want to do with you" He announces, his voice deep and thick with emotion "I want to make love with you" Those words send delightful shivers down your spine "And I want another baby. Maybe not now if you're not ready, but someday"
"I'm ready" You softly reply "I've been thinking about it for a few months now and I don't want anyone else but you"
Jungkook's heart jumps in his chest and his euphoria takes control of his body. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. You gasp and laugh while you instinctively circles his hips with your legs. You put your lips on his again, craving for his touch everywhere on you. Butterflies fill your stomach when he walks to your bedroom. He delicately lands you on your bed and lifts up your dress to access your covered pussy. His eyes shines with lust and you bit your lower lip. He circles your clit with his thumb through the thin fabric, making your head roll back and your panties wetter. You wish he could just take if off already to feel him skin to skin.
He places himself between your open legs and slowly drag down your underwear. He is amazed by your glistening cunt, so appetizing. He kisses your inner thighs, which causes you to jolt a little so your future husband has to hold your legs open for him — thinking about Jungkook as that creates a fog of delicious delirium around your brain, or maybe it's just the way he touches you?
"Can I taste you?" He asks with eagerness and you blush hard
You nod and bit your lip with anticipation, and Jungkook doesn't waste time. He takes a fat lap of your arousal and hums at your sweet taste. He then gives a quick and tender kiss on your clit before diving into it shamelessly. His expert tongue rolls around your sensitive bud and you can't help tugging on his black hair. You moan, a harmonious melody to his ears. His mouth gets rougher, taking sinful gulps from your dripping pussy.
Jungkook notices your walls clenching around nothing and rectifies it by entering you with his tongue. It feels so fucking good, especially when his nose bumps against your clit.
"Oh god!" You moan, your cunt throbbing around his wet muscle
Your back arches because you want to feel him more. It's paradoxical because you don't know if you can take any more pleasure. He settles his inked hand flat on your lower tummy, appreciating the softness of your skin and willing to protect the place where his second child will develop — he hopes — soon, and takes it as an opportunity to rub your clit with his thumb. Your pussy is so wet with your arousal and his saliva that your fiancé's mouth is making sloppy yet so arousing sounds. Jungkook's hums echo into you, driving you completely crazy.
"I want you" You groan as you tug on his hair to bring his handsome yet ruined face to yours
You kiss him passionately and you taste yourself on his tongue. It feels so sinful yet so arousing. To be honest, you could have cummed just with his tongue but you want to do it around his big fat cock. And now that you know that you're going to spend the rest of your life with Jungkook, you know you can use his mouth on your cunt another time. Every time you want.
Your hands impatiently grab the hem of his shirt, urging Jungkook to reveal his perfect body to you. And he does. Your breathe gets cut. He is gorgeous. His bare torso is even more beautiful in the sunset light coming from your window, or maybe it's love that taints your vision. Your hand caresses his skin and you feel his muscles flexing under your touch. You run your hand on his biceps and abs and finally reach his own hand. You squeeze it tenderly and look at Jungkook in the eyes. The time seems to stop for a second. There is no words needed because you both know what you want to say: you love each other.
Jungkook brings your hand to his lips and kisses it before helping you to take off your dress and your bra. It's weird to be all naked in front of him because, even through it's only the second time, you feel comfortable. And you know it's because it's him. You feel his doe eyes traveling on your body, making you blush.
"You're beautiful" He tells you
"You're beautiful, too" You whispers back
Jungkook feels like he loves you even more. Every time he hears your sweet voice, every time he sees your face, every time he looks at Junghee, he loves you more. He wonders how it's even possible since his love for you is already endless.
He grabs a pillow and places it under your head to make you comfortable since he intends to make love to you all night long. His breathe aches when your hands unbutton his jeans. His own hands join yours to peel himself naked. Your thumb spreads a drop of pre cum on his tip, making Jungkook moans softly yet huskily.
He brings your legs to your chest to admire your pussy once again. He can't wait to enter you, especially when he sees your hole clenching. Fuck, it's so hot, it's like your cunt is craving for his cock. With two fingers, he penetrates you, just enough to gather enough of your juices to lube his hard length.
When his dick is shining with your essence, he grabs the base of it and brings it closer to your pussy. He looks at you another time, silently asking you if it's okay and you vigorously nod, owning a smirk from Jungkook. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut close when the tip passes over your entrance. He goes slow, making you feel every single inch of his cock. It's so big that it stretches you in the best way possible. When he is entirely in you, you let go the air you were keeping in your lungs.
"Fuck, it's big" You moan, filling Jungkook's chest with pride
You might have had sex not so long along, the position and the no-rush of the situation makes you feel him more. Last time, you didn't really take time to appreciate how well he opens your cunt and how fucking good it feels.
"You're the one who makes me this hard" He teases but bends over to kiss you and soothes a little of your discomfort — which is not, it's pure pleasure
You want to move your legs but the inked man has other plans. He keeps them close to your chest by holding the back of your knees and starts humping into you. His pelvis snaps against your pussy and ass, making your head foggy with delight. You have to put a hand on your mouth to cover your loud moans but Jungkook doesn't like it. He frees your legs, which automatically wrap around his waist, and intertwines yours fingers with his, placing both hands next to your head.
"Let me hear you" He cockily says and you immediately groan louder — you can't really do otherwise when he is pounding harsher
"Oh god, Kook!"
You squeeze his hands harder to hold onto something, the pleasure way too big not to loose your sanity. Immediately, Jungkook's eyes are attracted by your bare finger and he frowns. He doesn't like it. With a swift move, he slides his own ring on your left forefinger. Despite the ring being too big for you, his chest is filled with happiness and pride. Your small hand adorned with his ring next to his tattooed skin is so beautiful and romantic and means everything to him that he wishes he could take a picture — he would if he wasn't ball deep inside you right now. It feels right yet extraordinary. Loving you was never a choice he made but if he had to, he would. A hundred times, in a hundred different lives.
"Look at me" He asks you gently, slowing his dick strokes a little
His pace is more passionate and romantic now, rolling his hips deep against you. Your eyes are drawn into his black irises full of love. You free your right hand and cup his face. Jungkook presses his cheek against your palm and slightly turns his head to settle a soft kiss on it. The gesture is sweet and attacks your heart.
"My beautiful man" You whisper, your eyes getting watery by the emotion even though it's hard to believe that Jungkook is now yours because you can't be this lucky
You can feel his tip brushing against your g-spot from time to time. Your fiancé gets a clue of it since your walls tighten around him. It's so fucking good and your bouncing boobs are like a challenge for him: he wants to fuck you harder to make them jolt more. So he does, the low and deep pace long forgotten to set a quick yet still deep rhythm. He grabs one tit and pinches your nipple quite hard.
"Kook!" You whine
"Sorry, I couldn't resist, I love your boobs" He apologies but still keeps his hand around your breasts
He digs his knees firmly into the mattress and straightens up to pound into you harder. He places one of your legs on his shoulder and wraps his strong arms around it to keep you in place. The change of angle sends his cock directly to your sweet spot.
"Oh, god, right here! I'm gonna come!" You notify Jungkook and he nods
"Go on, baby, make me see your pretty fucked face" He replies with grinned teeth due to the effort
The sound of your clapping skins is hot and all your senses are filled by Jungkook. Your room even smells like sex. And what a great sex... You've never felt this good while fucking because it's more than just the physical aspect, it's also the emotional side.
Your left hand reaches for one of his and your fiancé tenderly smiles at the silver band around your finger shining with the light. You feel real close to the edge. Your cunt becomes tight and Jungkook hisses with pleasure. He leads your hand to your pussy so he can use his thumb on your clit. It's what you needed to feel the wave of arousal washing over you. You loudly moan his name while you're cumming, creaming Jungkook's fat cock. He helps you reach your high with his poundings and the delicious circles he draws on your sensitive bud.
You're out of breathe when you come back to Earth and the tattooed man has slowed down his pace but he hasn't come yet. That's something you need to fix. You push on his pec to make him rest on his back. You're quick to sit on his lap, knees on both sides of his perfect and sexy body, especially with a thin layer of sweat and a heavily breathing chest. You hold his dick up to impale yourself on it.
Jungkook settles his hands on your hips and guides you to find the good rhythm. You take support on his strong chest and smile at the ring. You can't wait to have your own.
You ride him like a maniac despite your exhaustion. Your hair sticks to your forehead and to the back of your neck but you don't care. You take him deep, so deep that your clit brushes to his pelvis every time.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good" He growls, his eyes set on your bouncing tits
He gives you a quick slap on his ass, provoking a squeak of surprise from you, soon replaced by arousal. There is a pool of mess between your legs and Jungkook can feel your juices dripping down his balls.
"I want to fill you so bad" He continues "I can't wait to see pregnant again"
His words make your heart jump and your pussy clench. Why does pregnancy turn you on so much?
"My gorgeous baby mama" He whispers, more to himself than to you but you hear him nonetheless
"If having a baby make you this hard, then we should have more than two kids" You tease him
"You make me hard and it's having a baby with you that makes me happy" He rectifies, your cheeks taking a darker shade of red
The butterflies coming from his confession spur you to faster your pace. Your ass slaps against his thighs, filling the room with sinful sounds. Jungkook squeezes your asscheeks and controls your moves by pulling you harsher on his cock.
"Fuck, you ride me so well, baby"
Your moan are louder as you feel another orgasm approaching. Your moves get unsteady and Jungkook takes over by lifting his hips and thrusting into your throbbing cunt. Your head rolls back, making your groans raspier and your hands fitting into fists on his chest.
"Kook.." You try to say between dick strokes "I'm close"
"Me too, baby" He growls
Your body shakes, your toes curl and you fall on his torso as you cum again. White dots paints your vision and you feel like in another world. Jungkook's arms wraps around your frame to hold you in place as he chases his own high. You settle some kisses in his sweaty neck and your hands run through his black hair.
"Cum inside me" You plea, driving your fiancé crazy
"Oh, fuck..." He moans as he releases his hot shots of seeds
You are both panting and none of you wants to move. So you stay like that, sweaty and exhausted but cuddling. You hum when he caresses your back and kisses your temple.
"I love you" You whisper, your head beyond the clouds because of your orgasms and your happiness
"I love you, too" He replies gently before jokingly adding "If that doesn't make you pregnant, I'll be happy to try again"
A tired laugh escapes your lips. You are happy. So, so happy right now in your best friend/baby daddy/fiancé's arms. All the things he is for you reflect how much he means in your life. Now, you can't wait to be married with him again and you add another baby to your family. Jungkook told you he wanted a girl and you find the idea very pleasing, even though a cute little boy like Junghee would be perfectly fine too.
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2 years later
You are stressed. More than stressed actually but you can't show it to Junghee while he is so excited. You kneel in front of your five-year old — already — son. You make sure to fix his equipment again, not wanting him to get hurt.
"Are you sure it's not dangerous?" You ask your husband for the hundredth time, making him roll his eyes
"Babe, it's a children competition. They are not even allowed to hit each other except than on the chest protection" Jungkook tries to reassure you
You nod but you don't feel better. Why did you agree with your son taking boxing classes? Yeah, of course you remember: Junghee has begged you for it, wanting to be 'as cool as his dad'. With heavy heart, you let him join his friends and you head to the coach corner where your husband gives the last instructions to his students.
It's quite funny to see your big and strong husband talking with such seriousness to a bunch of children. Especially when he has a baby-carrier on his chest with your baby girl in it. Your 15 month-old daughter seems calm, sucking on her pacifier while looking with big eyes at her dad. Her cuteness makes you slowly lose your sanity every day. You step closer, not even caring about the questioning look Jungkook is sending you and you kiss your daughter on her chubby cheeks, which makes her giggle.
"Hum, babe, I'm trying to give important explanations here" He catches your attention and only then you realize that all the children are looking at you
"Oh, sorry" You apologies with blushed cheeks — but how could you resist your adorable baby?
You stay close to Jungkook the whole competition, cheering for his students. Your heart stops and you grab his hand when your son steps on the ring. He looks confident and the fierce in his eyes is similar to his dad's one before a fight. It's painful to watch Junghee getting hit, even if it's just on his chest and if he has a whole equipment to protect his small body.
When the bell rings and Junghee wins because he has given more hits than his opponent, you jump of joy — and relief.
"Mommy!" Junghee exclaims, running to you with a big bunny smile
You take him in your arms and kiss his cheeks, even though you're kissing his protection helmet more than his skin.
"You did so good, baby!" You praise him
"Gaaaaaw!" Your daughter shouts against Jungkook's chest
She certainly wants to congratulate her big brother.
"I won for you, Jiwon" Junghee proudly announces and your heart melts instantly
"I see, now you can protect your sister and mama, right?" Jungkook asks and his son nods
"Can we have pizzas for diner, please?"
You can't resist his big doe eyes. You can't believe Junghee is already five. You can even less believe that Jiwon was born almost a year and a half ago. It's just that happiness makes time pass quicker. You look at Jungkook and your smile grows wilder. You love the man, and you love even more the family he gave you.
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Masterlist
Updated Oct. 1st 2023
Jungkook x Reader
Mistake (ongoing)
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook
Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man.
Mistake Pt.1
Mistake Pt.2
Mistake Pt.3
Work in Progress (done)
Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook
Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.
Work in Progress Pt.1
Work in Progress Pt.2
Work in Progress Pt.3
Work in Progress Pt.4
Work in Progress Pt.5
Bad Idea, Right? (Sequel to WiP) Coming...
Bad Idea, Right? Pt.1
Bad Idea Right? Pt. 2
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Oooooh I love Jungkook, the hairstylist and Hoseok the makeup artist, Jimin the model and Jin the CEO,Namjoon the award winner too, but Yoongi the exhusband seems like a little bitch, (btw where is Tae, I miss him). Anyway I love CAL, thank you for writing it!❤️
hehe 😋😋😋 you’ll find out soon enough ! <3
thank u for loving <3
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Friendly Marriage. JJK (m)
best friend!Jungkook x reader
Genre : smut, romance (kind of domestic), bestfriend!Jungkook, babydaddy/exhusband!Jungkook (non-idol Jungkook)
Words : 19k 😳
Synopsis : No one can really understand your relationship with your best friend. You are not in love but you did get married and you did have a son. It was just a friendly marriage, wasn't it?
Warnings : oral sex (f. & m. receiving); unprotected sex; kinda pregnant/mommy kink; car sex; ass slap (once); JK being husband material for sure; In The Soop 2 Jungkook 😍
Honestly, I didn't think that I would write this much for this story but I'm actually glad about how it turned out. As usual, we thank Mathilde for fixing my grammar mistakes ☺️
You can’t believe Junghee is already three. It feels like he was born yesterday and yet, the big red ‘Three’ decorating his birthday cake tells otherwise. You want to keep him a baby all his life because he is so freaking cute! Sometimes you wish he’d look more like you but you’re actually glad he looks just like his dad: that means he’ll be really, really handsome. To be true, Jungkook is the most attractive man you know with his raven hair and his doe eyes. And let’s not talk about his body… so damn hot with perfect muscles and a full tattooed sleeve. However, he is your best friend, not your husband. Or not anymore to be precise.
Things with Jungkook have always been weird for other people. You have been best friends since you were eight and your parents and friends were convinced that you two could end up together. Maybe the fact that you got married sent them mixed signals… But it was just for fun, there was no love involved. No romantic love. Sure, you love Jungkook and he loves you but not like that. No one can really understand how you feel for each other because it’s way more than a four letter word.
You’ve always felt safe with your best friend. You know that if everyone around abandons you, Jungkook won’t. Ever. And you’re sure that you can’t love someone more than him, except your cute little son of course.
So, at twenty-two, getting married together seemed fun. You were joking around about some friends asking you for the millionth times if you were dating and then, Jungkook said ‘Let’s get married’. You laughed and said yes. And you got married. It was just you and him and it was perfect. You remember Jungkook saying his vows ‘You are supposed to marry the person you love the most, and it’s you Y/N’. You could understand what he meant because you felt just the same.
And living together was nice too. Especially because you were already roommates. Nothing really changed between you, despite the rings on your fingers. But your family and friends were completely lost: you were married but not dating. You weren’t even kissing! The only time your lips touched was at your wedding and you couldn’t stop laughing.
After one year of a happy friendly marriage, Jungkook asked you if you wanted to have kids. You told him that you sure wanted to but you were not sure to meet someone as loving and caring as him to be the father of your baby. And there came the other craziest idea of your best friend: having a baby together. Which meant confusing your family and friends even more.
The baby making process was so weird. It was the first time you saw each other naked, even though you got peaks of Jungkook’s perfect chest and abs a lot of times. Just like your first kiss, you didn’t stop laughing, resulting in Jungkook scolding you: ‘Could you stop laughing? I’m trying to concentrate here!’. And you laughed even more. He did make you cum though, so it was not so bad.
And then, your beautiful baby boy arrived. You couldn’t dream of a more perfect family. Jungkook is the best person you know and your kid was made out of love, even if it’s an unconventional one. Jungkook and you felt in love with Junghee the very first second you saw his puffy face and tiny fingers. The fact that he looks just like Jungkook makes you happy because he is such a great father. Honestly, he is the perfect man, except he is not your man.
You decided to get divorced one year ago without a real reason. It was just about time to end the joke and to confuse your loved ones one more time. Things haven’t changed so much though. Jungkook still spends most of his time with Junghee and you. Well, maybe things have changed a little since Harin, Jungkook’s girlfriend. Your best friend has to split his free time now but Harin is really nice. Junghee seems to like her too so it’s all what matter to you.
"Daddy!" Junghee screams when Jungkook appears in the park where your family and a few friends have gathered
Jungkook immediately takes his son into his arms and hugs him.
"Wow, you looks so big! How old are you? Twelve already?" Jungkook jokes, making Junghee proud because your son is always trying to look older — unfortunately for you
"No! Three" Junghee replies, holding two fingers up
"Where’s mama?"
"With grandma, I think she is baking the cake"
Junghee hides his face in Jungkook’s neck. He missed his dad. He is not used to be without him for more than three days.
"Baking the cake in the park?" Jungkook chuckles before grabbing Harin’s hand, still holding his son with one arm
Jungkook’s smile brightens when he sees you. The simple jeans and white top you’re wearing look perfect on you. You are indeed with your mother and you do have a cake next to you, but it’s already baked. His son was right about most things.
Your mother’s eyes leaving you to stare at something behind you make you curious. When you turn around and witness your son in his father’s arms, your heart melts. It’s such a perfect picture. There is so much love between the three of you that you could cry.
"Kook!" You greet him before waving at Harin
"Hi, baby mama!" He gives you a bunny smile but it fades a little bit when he notices the picnic blanket with so many food on it already set up "You should have called me to help you"
"She shouldn’t have to ask, Jungkook" Your mother replies
You give her some strong look to ask her to stop. Your parents do love Jungkook, especially because he gave you the most perfect son. But it’s true that something’s changed since you mentioned your best friend having a girlfriend. Maybe they don’t believe you when you tell them that you weren’t in love and that you’re happy for him. Or maybe they’re a little annoyed that Jungkook has less time for Junghee.
"It’s okay, Kook, it was not very hard to do. I’m glad you two came" You reassure him
"I want to play" Your son speaks up when he notices some of his friends coming closer
Jungkook drops him down and Junghee is running so fast that some dirt flies up. You watch your son hugging his friends and you wave at one of the dads. He is actually your colleague too and your sons go to the same kindergarten. It’s not rare that Yoongi and you have lunch together and talk about your children. He is a nice guy, even though he doesn’t talk much — you do much of the talking. He surprises you when he walks to you. You know that he is not a social butterfly.
"Hi, Y/N, how are you?" He asks you softly
"I’m fine" You answer with a sweet smile "Do you want to stay for the cake?"
"I’d love that" He replies, a little bit embarrassed, with a slight blush on his white cheeks
"Hi" Jungkook steps in the conversation "I’m Jungkook, Junghee’s father"
Your best friend reaches out for Yoongi’s hand and you can’t help noticing how much alike and different they are. They have the same black hair and the same natural attractive aura. But they’re so different for everything else. Jungkook is taller and brawnier while Yoongi is thiner and more delicate. His skin is pure white, even more when his veiny hand is close to Jungkook’s inked skin.
"Yoongi. I work with Y/N"
Jungkook seems surprised but he doesn’t have time to say anything because he can feel something squeezing his other hand. He now remembers that Harin is standing next to him.
"This is Harin, my girlfriend" Jungkook explains and Yoongi nods
Your colleague and you exchange a well intended look. You’ve talked about Harin before. You didn’t say anything bad about her, of course, but you did mention that she was pretty and a little younger than you. In Yoongi’s head, he just can’t understand how Jungkook could prefer Harin to you. You’re kind, smart and funny. You’re a great mother. Yes, he just can’t understand… But he is glad though.
"Daddy! Come push me" Seung asks Yoongi
"Mama, me too" Your son steps in
You chuckle and start walking to the swings. Yoongi and you make sure to bring your sons high in order to hear more of their happy cheers.
"Jungkook seems to be a nice guy. Good handshake, too" Yoongi says
"Sorry" You wince, clearly understanding that your best friend might have crashed your colleague’s hand "He is just protective. But he is great. I hope you’ll get to know each other"
You look into Yoongi’s intense and dark eyes and you both know what your words mean. Yoongi is a great guy and spending time with him made you develop a little crush on him. You know he is not married and that the relationship with his ex-wife is a little complicated — not everyone has the chance to have Jungkook as an ex — so you don’t want to make things harder for him. But you do hope that things evolve between you. You haven’t been with a man since before you got married and it’s been a long time since you felt those butterflies in your stomach.
"Me too" He replies simply, no other words are necessary to say what you want to say
A few hours later, everyone is around your son to sing the Happy Birthday song. He claps his tiny hands with enthusiasm and laughs. It makes you so happy to see Junghee happy. You love your son so, so much that your eyes water. He is growing up so fast and you’re scared to miss some moments of it.
"Don’t cry, mama" Jungkook teases you, pulling you to his side, and then whispers into your ear "We can have another baby if you want"
You gasp and smack his buff chest.
"Let’s take a photo" He says "Yoongi, right? Can you?"
Your best friend hands his phone to your colleague and you grab Junghee into your arms. You three pose next to the cake. You absolutely love taking photos of your family, it brings so many memories when you look at them later. Jungkook brings you closer and looks straight. Not into the camera but into Yoongi’s eyes. He paints a genuine smile on his face but his eyes are sparkling with challenge.
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"You look so pretty, mama"
"Aw, thanks baby" Your heart melts at the compliment
You apply at last layer of gloss on your lips and turn around to hug your son. You feel a little stressed: it’s the first date you have in almost five years. And you’re not used to wear such elegant clothes. But you really wanted to feel like a woman tonight and not only a mom. So you chose a tight but not too short black dress. The square cleavage and the thin straps makes it simple enough to feel comfortable.
You take a last look in the mirror to fix a strand of hair that managed to escape your low ponytail. You look like an adult and it feels weird. However, you do like how you look.
"I’m home!" A well-known voice comes from the entrance door
Junghee jumps off your bed and rushes to hug his dad. You follow him and you notice that Jungkook’s jaw almost falls on the ground. You chuckle and make a turn.
"What do you think?" You ask Jungkook with redden cheeks
"You’re beautiful"
Jungkook’s deep voice makes you shiver. You try to look into his doe eyes to detect any sign of teasing but there is not. There is only sincerity in them.
"So, you’re going out with Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, a little tensed
"Yeah. We’ll see. I haven’t been on a date for ages" You joke and bite on your lower lip
"It’s gonna be fine, Y/N" Your best friend reassures you "You’re gonna have fun and you can call me if you need anything"
One of the reasons you love Jungkook so much is because of how supportive he is. You know he is as stressed as you are and that he is super protective toward you but he also roots for you. You give him a tender smile while your son is almost climbing on you because he wants to be held.
"So, what’s up for you guys?" You ask, kissing Junghee’s chubby cheek and leaving a stain of gloss
"There is a water show at Banpo Bridge so we’ll have fun too, right buddy?" Jungkook cheers with his big bunny grin and scrunched noise
Your son mimics him without even meaning to and suddenly you feel bad to miss a nice moment with your family. The truth is that you’re never happier than when you see your son smiling and having fun with his mom and dad.
"Hey, don’t make that face" Jungkook tells you, rubbing your bare shoulder with his big and rough hand due to his boxing "We can go back another day with you"
You nod, appreciating how well your best friend knows you. With heavy heart, you hug Junghee and kiss Jungkook on the cheek, and finally leave your apartment to meet Yoongi.
Yoongi has chosen a fancy restaurant with a very sophisticated atmosphere. The place is really nice and the food is delicious. Yet, all you can think about is sitting on the grass on the Han River banks and watching a water show from a bridge. Yoongi’s hand patting yours brings you back to reality.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m sorry, I was thinking about Junghee. I’m not used to be away from him" You reply, head down in embarrassment
Yoongi is very thoughtful and he is great company. You feel bad to make it look like he is not.
"Don’t apologize. I know how you feel. I miss Seung every time he is staying at his mom’s" He reassures you "If you want to go, I won’t be mad"
You smile at him. God, he is such a great guy. He is the kind of guy you want, the kind who would never blame you for putting your son first because he would do the same for Seung. The thought drives you a little crazy and you begin to fantasize about a future with him, Junghee and Seung. A house full of laughs from your boys. It’s a beautiful dream and it deserves a shot. Yoongi deserves a shot.
"I’m sure he is fine for the night" You say with a shy smile, squeezing Yoongi’s hand a little and appreciating his cute gummy smile
"I miss mama" Junghee tells his father with watery eyes
Jungkook brings him on his lap to soothe him. Actually, your best friend misses you too but you deserve to be taken on a date. You deserve the flowers, the fancy wine and all the attentions a man should have on a date with you. And Jungkook is happy for you. Ever since Junghee’s birth, all you have done was taking care of him. You’re a great mother but sometimes Jungkook is afraid that you give up on other parts of your identity.
"I know, buddy" He gives his son a peck on his head "But look at show! Isn’t it great? Don’t you like the music and the water jets?"
Junghee looks up and even if he is young, he appreciates the beautiful night view of Seoul reflecting in Han River. The atmosphere is cheerful with the music, the blue and purple spots illuminating Banpo Bridge. And Junghee loves water too so he does find the water jets cool. But it doesn’t prevent him from crying. Jungkook is trying to comfort him but your son just repeats that he wants you. Desperate, Jungkook pulls off his phone and dials your number.
You answer at the first tone, worried.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, Junghee just wants to talk to you"
Jungkook feels bad for ruining your date — well, only a little bad. He gives his phone to his son and a shaky voice reaches your ear.
"I miss you mama"
Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. Will you ever be able to spend a night without your son and not feel guilty? Especially now that you hear his cry.
"Oh, honey, I miss you too. I promise I’ll be there soon. And I’ll read you a story, okay?" You can’t see it but Junghee nods, wiping his big rounded tears from his cheeks "Try to enjoy the show with daddy, okay?" Once again, your son nods
You hung up and look at Yoongi with sorry eyes.
"It’s okay, Y/N. I told I wouldn’t be mad" Yoongi gives you a sweet smile and it makes you even more sorry
"Well, if you are really not mad, maybe we could do that again another time?" You attempt, shyness painting your cheeks red
"That would be great"
Your last bold move of the night is a peck on Yoongi’s cheek, right before you jump in your car and drive to Banpo Bridge. You spot Jungkook and Junghee almost immediately. Well, it’s not very hard, you just have to follow the little whisperings of women who are commenting how hot your best friend looks, especially with a toddler in his arms. And you can only agree. His black oversized clothes, his eyebrow piercing and his tattoos make him look like a bad boy but the tenderness he is giving to Junghee is a dangerous weapon for hearts, including your weak one.
You try to approach as discreetly as possible and jump in front of them while shouting ‘Surprise!’. Junghee chuckles and hugs you, so happy to finally see you. Jungkook’s big dark eyes seem to be illuminated with all the stars of the galaxy and his bunny smile is wide and genuine.
"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, happily surprised, making some room for you next to him on the blanket
"I missed my boys" You simply answer
You shiver a little because of the light breeze and your best friend notices it. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you against his chest. You hum at his warmth. You are feeling so happy right now: Junghee is happy, Jungkook is happy and you are together. You can’t dream about something more perfect than that.
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Jungkook has just opened his eyes that he knows it’s going to be a long day. Not because he has a lot of things to do for his boxing school but because Harin has dropped a bomb and the conversation can only end badly.
"Would you want to get married?" She asked
And now, Jungkook doesn’t know how to answer. He means, they’ve only been dating for a few months. Isn’t it way too soon for this kind of commitment? Does he even want this kind of commitment, at all?
"I don’t think I’m ready" Jungkook chooses to settle with
"But you already got married" Harin argues, crossing her arms on her chest, which makes Jungkook wince
"Yeah but it was like a joke"
He doesn’t add that the joke doesn’t mean it wasn’t serious or it didn’t involve love. He can’t say that, no one but you can understand what he means. It’s just like he said in his vows: you marry the person you love the most in the whole word and this person is you. He knows he can’t love someone more than you because you’re not his lover, you’re his best friend. The person who knows him better than anyone, the person who knows all his flaws and still wants him. And god, he loves you even more since you give birth to Junghee. You gave Jungkook the most beautiful thing in the whole world and nothing could overcomes that.
"You had a kid, Jungkook" Harin spurs, reproach in her voice
And once again, it was serious. Junghee is truly a baby you wanted both and you conceived with love, maybe the purest love that exists. But he still can’t say that to Harin. All his girlfriend sees is the fact that you’ve slept together and pretend you’re not attracted to each other. Your best friend sighs, running his hand into his raven locks. God, it’s going to be a long day…
"Listen, I got married with Y/N because we were young and foolish. I don’t think I’m husband material"
Harin scoffs. She knows damn well how good of a husband he was to you. All your friends talk about it when Jungkook and her are hanging out with them. Except that you were married only on paper and that what made Jungkook a good husband was that he was actually your best friend and not your husband.
"Listen, babe" Jungkook tries to ease the tension "It’s just too soon and Junghee is still going through the whole process of me being in a relationship. And now, his mom is also setting into a relationship so I guess he is a little bit lo—" He is cut off by Harin sudden bright eyes
"Wait! Y/N is dating?" She oddly sounds happy about it
"Uhm… Yes? I think, I don’t know. But it’s not the point, the point is—"
"It’s okay!" Harin kisses him on the cheek "You’re right, we have time to think about marriage and kids"
With that, she jumps off the bed, leaving Jungkook completely lost. When did they pass from marriage to having children? This is not good for Jungkook. He doesn’t even want to talk about that. Not with Harin, anyway. She is fun and cute but Jungkook doesn’t love her that much. He growls and puts a pillow upon his face wondering when his life went wrong.
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Junghee is drawing on your coffee table while you’re taking care of your laundry. It’s a very hot day and you’re so glad that Jungkook has insisted in setting an air conditioner at your place. Speaking of the devil, the door opens and lets appearing a very handsome black-haired man. A smile grows naturally on your face. Your best friends walks to Junghee to rub his hair and then comes to you.
"Wow, is it Hot Moms Day?" He teases you, pecking your cheek
Jungkook actually only half-jokes because he’s always had a soft spot for you wearing large loungewear pants and styling your hair in a bun secured with a hair grip. Maybe Jungkook has some kind of housewife or baby mama kink but he’s not sure because it only makes him horny when it’s you. Watching you taking care of Junghee makes him hard someway. Maybe it’s because the only time he fucked you was when you conceived your son. Not to mention that you were gorgeous when you were pregnant and seeing your big belly full of his baby provided a great feeling of pride in Jungkook’s chest.
"Don’t you have boxing classes today, baby daddy?" You tease back
"Nope so…" Your best friend makes a dramatic pause to enhance your natural curiosity and it works, according to your questioning eye "I was thinking we could go to Busan. We could go to the beach and crash at my parent’s. Junghee hasn’t seen them in a long time"
"Yah!" Your son cheers, already running to you
You have no doubt that the word ‘beach’ attracted him. You’re kind of worry because Busan is far away but the smile on your son face is enough to convince you. Jungkook takes Junghee in his arms and you know damn well what they are trying to do. They are looking at you with their big doe eyes to charm you and it works every single time.
"So, what do you say, baby mama?"
"Okay, let’s go" You sigh, just for the appearance because deep down you feel pretty excited too
After packing some clothes for the weekend, you three took Jungkook’s car and drove to Busan. Jungkook and Junghee sang so loud that you had to put your hands on your ears but you were actually happy.
Despite your best friend’s exhaustion, he is cheerful while dining with his parents and you. It’s been a long time since you saw them and they are like your second parents. Moreover, Junghee is really excited. Especially since his grandparents spoil him with so many toys you’re not sure they’ll fit in the car. It just feels good to be around your family and spending simple moments that mean everything.
Junghee is already asleep in Jungkook’s old room between you and his dad. Your best friend is looking at you in the dark while you’re patting your son’s black hair. It’s as smooth as his dad’s.
"Are you happy?" He asks quietly
"Yes, I am. Kook, I’m always happy when I’m with you and Junghee"
Jungkook rubs your cheek with his thumb. The softness of his gesture makes you hum and you grab his hand to kiss it.
"I won’t ever love someone more than you. You and Junghee will always mean everything to me" He confesses
"You’re not really a good boyfriend" You joke, referring to Harin who obviously doesn’t have a lot of room in Jungkook’s life
"I’m not" Jungkook agrees with a sigh "I’m too busy being a dad and your best friend. And before you argue, I don’t want to change that"
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The next day, you go to Haeundae Beach with Jungkook and Junghee. As you has anticipated, you’re not the only one who wanted to enjoy the ocean on this hot weather. The beach is full of families, groups of friends or couples and your little family blends perfectly in the landscape. Your son has his bunny smile on his chubby face, which makes him so damn cute. Jungkook settles your beach towels and parasol while you’re applying sunscreen on Junghee. It doesn’t take long for him to beg Jungkook for a swim. You watch in awe your two men walking hand in hand towards the water. Your son looks so small next to Jungkook’s muscular body. However, you grow a little bitter when you notice some women looking at them too. You know damn well how hot your best friend is, especially at the beach where his brawny chest is at full display along with his sexy tattooed arm. But it makes you uneasy when women try to flirt with him in front of you.
It’s a weird feeling. You’re jealous but an odd type of jealous. Jungkook is your best friend, but also the father of your son. When you think about him having another child with someone else, it really bothers you. However, you’re not fool enough to deny the possibility of it. And you have no doubt that Jungkook will always be there for Junghee but you can’t help wondering ‘what about me?’. Things won’t be the same if he gets married or has a child. You love your little family and, as selfish as it might be, you don’t want it to change, even if you won’t ever admit it out loud…
You sigh and decide to occupy your brain by applying sunscreen on your own body this time. When you look up, you see two black-haired boys close to the shore, building sandcastles. A tender smile appears naturally and grows wider when your son lifts up his head and waves at you. You wave back and pull out your phone to snap a photo. Jungkook notices it and waves at you too.
"Isn’t mama so pretty?" He asks his son and Junghee vigorously nods
"I love mama"
"I love mama too" Jungkook chuckles before bringing his attention back to his sand creation
Your smile disappears in no time when a — you hate to say it — hot woman approaches Jungkook and Junghee. An unpleasant, yet familiar feeling fills up your chest: possessiveness. If you didn’t have to take care of your belongings, you would already be running towards them. You watch the woman shamelessly flirting with your best friend in front of your son! You scoff and roll your eyes.
Jungkook, on the other hand, tries to be polite but he doesn’t really acknowledge the stranger’s beauty. For him, no one can compare to you. So he says a few words but his tone makes it clear that he is not interested. However, the young woman doesn’t seem to get the message so Jungkook, not so subtly, mentions you as his wife. God, he wishes he’d kept his ring… To hide the fact, he carefully keeps his left hand buried in the wet sand. Thankfully, the woman decides to leave and Jungkook releases a relieved sigh. Junghee is cheerfully clapping at his castle and Jungkook smiles at him with tender eyes. His son is growing up so fast. Maybe he should have another baby, just like he teased you on Junghee’s birthday.
"I want to drink apple juice" Junghee states with a confident voice, just like if he has make a life-changing decision
He doesn’t wait for any respond and runs to you. You giggle at your son clumsily heading in your direction. He jumps on you, almost kicking the air out of your lungs: he is getting a little too big to jump on you without hurting you but you can’t care because the gesture is just full of love. Even more when he pecks your cheek. Jungkook loves witnessing these scenes. He joins you and grabs a brick of juice for your son before settling down on his own towel.
"I’ll go for a swim" You notify them
As you’re mindlessly walking to the ocean, Jungkook’s fists clench a little when he sees some men eyeing at your perfect ass. Fuck, he knows how hot you are but he doesn’t like the way strangers are looking at you. How ironic that he is in the same place you were a few minutes ago. He strategically lays on his stomach to hide his boner. You look good in your navy bikini. Your bare thighs look inviting and your swinging butt is to die for. He quite praises himself for your full breasts because you took an extra bra cup after your son’s birth. Your whole body looks delicious with sexy curves. The thought of you being his baby mama clearly makes him horny. He loves being the one who got you pregnant — geez, him and his fucking weird kinks when it comes to you… Jungkook wishes he could mark your bare skin to keep men away but he knows he can’t.
"Daddy, what does ‘slutty’ mean?" Junghee asks with his big innocent eyes
Your best friend almost chokes on his spit. What the hell?!
"Where did you hear that?" He tries to shirk
"The man next to us said that mama was slutty" Your son explains, unaware of the anger building in his dad
"Which one?" He asks with gritted teeth
Junghee points with his little finger a man, probably about the same age as Jungkook, hanging out with his friends, a beer in his hand. Jungkook pokes his tongue on his cheek before standing up and asking his son to stay here.
"Having fun?" Jungkook asks with a harsh tone that matches his dark eyes
The group of men lifts up their heads, quite surprised.
"Yeah, it’s a nice day" The little fucker who called you ‘slutty’ answers with a proud smirk
"Checking out hot chicks?" Jungkook hoaxes
"Yeah, why?" The same one replies, growing frustrated
"You see the one with the navy swimsuit over there?" Jungkook points towards you with a head motion but doesn’t wait for any respond "That’s my wife. If you call her slutty again or anything at all, I can guarantee that you’ll not have fun anymore. You don’t talk about her, you don’t even look at her, is that clear?" He adds with a threatening tone, trying not to think about the fact that he has lied twice today by calling you his wife — in his defense, you actually were not so long ago
If the other men nod, the one who seems to be dumb has a big ego. He is not going to let someone speak to him like that. He stands up and gives a harsh eye to Jungkook.
"What can I say? Your wife is slutty" He snaps back with a smirk, full of provocation
Well, the provocation doesn’t set well with Jungkook since his fist meets the man’s face in no time. However, the stranger fights back and the mess going around catches people’s attention. On your way back, you see some people looking and gasping at something. You step closer and gasp when you see your best friend, panting, with bruised knuckles and death stare. He looks down at a man with a bloody face laying on the floor and growling of pain.
You quickly check on your son before joining your baby daddy.
"You need to stop, you could lose your boxing licence" You whisper in his ear
Jungkook is looking at you and it takes him a few seconds to get rid off his harsh dark eyes as the anger slowly decreases. He nods and steps back, not without wrapping an arm around your waist in a protective and possessive manner. Jungkook is angry and maybe he is afraid of loosing you in someway so he needs to feel you close to him. You grab an ice block from your cooler and pull it on Jungkook’s hand.
"What happened?" You ask
You see Jungkook avoiding your eyes and you frown.
"The man called you slutty, but I don’t know what it means" Your son answers
Your mouth snaps open out of shock. Did Jungkook punch a guy for your honor? You don’t know if you want to yell at him or to hug him.
"Kook! You shouldn’t have said anything!" You scold him
"I can’t do that!" Jungkook defends himself "I can’t stay here when someone is disrespecting you. Wouldn’t you do the same if you were in my shoes?"
You look into his doe eyes and you find nothing to reply because it’s true: you would react if someone said horrible things about your best friend.
"No more fighting, please. I don’t want you to get hurt" You end up saying
"He didn’t punch me" Your best friend replies with a stupid cocky grin and you slap his shoulder
"Daddy is like superman!" Junghee shouts, which makes you sigh
Now, you’ll have to explain to your three-year son that he cannot beat people like his dad.
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In front of his parents’ house, Jungkook kneels in front of his son who is looking at him with a question mark in his big doe eyes.
"Look, buddy, how about you keep secret about what happened at the beach? I don’t want grandpa and grandma Jeon to worry" He says, embarrassed
You can only smile at this big and strong man being afraid to get scolded by his parents. But you understand. Jungkook’s parents are not big fan of their son’s job and being a mother yourself, you perfectly get how worry it makes them. You often wonder if Junghee will want to fight for a living and the thought of him getting hurt squeezes your heart in a painful way.
"Okay!" Your son replies, not really understanding why his dad doesn’t want to say he is a hero "Pinky promise!"
"Pinky promise" Your best friend repeats with a sweet voice, wrapping his finger around Junghee’s tiny one
As you are applying a thin layer of mascara to get ready for diner in the backyard of Jungkook’s parents, your best friend enters his childhood bedroom. You’re surprised to see him wearing a black shirt, looking well dressed up for a casual diner at home.
"Going somewhere?" You ask with a lifted eyebrow
"Indeed, with you" He answers with a playful grin "It’s been a long time since we’ve spent time together, I mean just you and me. So, I asked my parents to watch out for Junghee and I booked at table for us" Jungkook proudly announces
You are amazed by the place your best friend has chosen. It’s fancy yet cozy but above all, you really appreciate spending time with him. You’ve missed those moments with your best friend. You sip on your wine while chatting with Jungkook. As usual, the talk goes smoothly and it seems like you never run out of topics. However, Jungkook’s next line makes you freeze.
"I would like another baby"
You gulp with difficulty. You didn’t know that Harin and him were already at this stage. A weight is crushing on your chest and it’s hard to pretend like you’re not broken at the idea. Yes, you’re happy for your best friend and you know he’ll be a great dad for this second child but like you explained, things won’t be the same between the two of you. You’ll need time to get at the idea.
"Oh" Is all you manage to respond
You don’t even know what to say to him.
"I know it’s quite sudden but Junghee is already three and this afternoon he asked me about a sibling… I don’t think it’s completely unimaginable" Jungkook explains
He is looking into your eyes to get an hint of your thoughts but you can’t understand them yourself.
"So, what do you think?" He asks, stress making his heart beating fast in his chest
"I-I think it’s great" You lie with a chocked throat that spurs you to finish your glass "It’ll definitely take your relationship with Harin on another level"
Jungkook frowns immediately.
"No, I meant having another baby together, Y/N" He clarifies, gesturing between you and him
"Oh!" You say, once again, surprise more than noticeable on your features
"I already told you, I can’t imagine having a family with someone other than you"
Your cheeks take a light pinkish color and you bite your lower lip. You also have thought about having another baby recently. And you can’t imagine someone other than Jungkook for the father but what about your friendship? Being a mom is the most beautiful gift in the world for you and to be honest, you miss being pregnant. You miss feeling your baby moving in your belly. You miss feeling Jungkook inside y— Wait, what? No, you don’t! You shake your head to get rid off this ridiculous thought.
"I think I need time to think about it" You whisper, eyes down in shame of your filthy ideas
"Sure, take your time. Don’t pressure yourself, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I won’t be less happy with Junghee and you" Jungkook reassures you, grabbing your hand
You are still a little bit lost when Jungkook parks his car in his parents’ garage. You wonder how your life would be if you decide to have a new little member in your family. You’d surely be beyond happy but how would be things with Jungkook? You had the feeling that your relationship was a little confusing when you were married and when you decided to have Junghee in someway. Now, you’re divorced, parents but still best friends. Things got back to normal. Having another child might rattle everything…
If you stopped lying to yourself for one second, you’ll admit that it’s not having another baby that scares you. It’s being intimate with Jungkook again. He is so perfect, so caring. It’s quite hard to not fall for him. So far, you manage to avoid it by clearly delimited your relationship as friends. Things almost got out of control when you conceived Junghee and you can’t deny that your heart was doing some weird tricks in your chest for a few months — which you easily convinced yourself that it was the hormones talking. But now, there is no hormones and your heart does it again…
"Hey, are you okay?" Jungkook softly asks you, cupping your face with one of his big and warm palm "You’ve been quiet all along"
"Yeah, I’m okay. I guess I was just deep in thoughts" You confess in a whisper
"Like I said, don’t pressure yourself. It was just an idea" Your best friend reassures you
God, he looks so handsome right now in the dimmed light, the room only lightens by the pale moon coming from the window. He looks unreal. His eyes are as shiny as ever, his cute bubble nose makes you smile and his lips… You should stop looking at them. It’s bad. It’s really bad. Jungkook is your best friend, he has a girlfriend and you have Yoongi — even though your relationship is quite undetermined — and most of all, he is Junghee’s father! Only bad things would follow if you let your desires control you.
Wait a minute.
What desires? You don’t have desire for Jungkook! You don’t! Impossible. That’s completely ridiculous and crazy and impossible. Not to mention impossible. Have you already say impossible? Because it is impossible for god’s sake.
So why are you scooting closer to him and kiss him? Your brain is not responding to any of your pleas and your lips press deeper against Jungkook’s ones. It gets even crazier when he kisses you back! What in the world is happening? You can’t really think about it because it feels too good.
The kiss is passionate, your hands making a mess in Jungkook’s black hair and his tongue is entering your mouth. Your moans are swallowed by him and your panties get soaked. It’s the first time you two share such an amazing kiss. The most amazing kiss ever.
You clumsily reach his seat to sit on his lap. The lack of room makes the position quite awkward and you have no choice but to press your boobs against his firm chest. Your hands caress his biceps through the fabric of his shirt and your pussy clenches around nothing when you feel his muscles flexing underneath your touch. Jungkook’s hands don’t stay steady either: one goes up to grab your hair and pushes you deeper against his lips while the other one squeezes your ass through your dress.
When he leaves your swollen lips to drift away to your throat, your hips start to grin on his crotch and you can feel his boner despite the layers of clothing. Your moans intensify and you have to secure your arm around Jungkook’s head not to fall into the abyss of pleasure. The friction applied on your covered clit is great but you need more. A sneaky hand finds its way between your bodies and starts unzipping his jeans. You whimper when you feel your best friend hard in his underwear. You caress him as well as you can despite the uneasy position and Jungkook lifts up your dress to get access at your bare ass skin. He growls when he roughly grabs your juicy flesh, sending a wave of arousal to your already wet cunt.
You finally free him from his briefs and manage to push aside your soaked panties. You grab his thick length at the base and impaled yourself on his cock. Your wetness and his pre cum make it easy to enter, even with your tightness. You hide your face on his neck to mutter your loud moans caused by the stretching. Fuck, he is big. Especially since you haven’t had sex for years! But you’re too high on arousal to care about the slight pain and start riding him like a freak. Maybe the man from the beach was right, you are slutty with Jungkook right now. You don’t even recognize yourself. It’s even the first time you fuck somewhere other than a bed!
Jungkook helps you by placing his hands under your ass. The whole car is filled with moans from both sides. You kiss Jungkook’s throat messily, leaving wet stains of saliva on his thin skin. He runs one of his hands up and settles it in the back of your neck to make you take him deeper and harder. He is so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Animalistic growls escape his lips and he urges you to kiss him again. Your groans mix with your tongues and salivas in a real messy and sloppy kiss.
You can feel your orgasm building up in you despite the aching feeling growing in your legs. You’re out of breathe but you don’t seem to be able to stop. You’re completely controlled by your arousal and you wish you could fuck him all night. The way you’re riding Jungkook’s big cock tells enough about your desires. Your walls clench, making his dick throb inside you and you know that you are both close. A few more jumps are enough to feel his cum shots painting your walls, sending you on the edge too. His seeds mix with your juices, creating a pool of arousal between your legs.
You’re both panting and you rest your sticky forehead against Jungkook’s one. He is keeping you tight in his arms, gently caressing your back. You are slowly coming down from your high and your eyes snap open. What have you done?! You fucked Jungkook, your best friend! You have risked years of friendship for a quickie in his fucking car! While your son and his parents are sleeping in this very same house. Panic fills your body and you gasp at the realization.
You jump out of the car, only pulling down your dress to cover the mess between your legs and run in shame. You lock yourself in the bathroom, unable to think straight. All you can do is crying for hours, despite Jungkook gently knocking on the door and asking you to open the door — which you never do.
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You ended up discreetly sneaking into Jungkook’s bedroom late in the night, praying for him to be asleep or at least pretend to be. You didn’t sleep at all and by the absence of light snoring, you know that Jungkook didn’t either. You don’t really know what to say to him despite you’re sorry: for having sex with him and for running away right after it. If the shoe was on the other foot, you know how hurt you would be. But you’re ashamed and embarrassed to face him just yet…
If Junghee is way too young to get the tensed air between his mom and dad, Jungkook’s parents can clearly feel it. And it does nothing to ease you. You try to focus on your son during breakfast, doing everything you can to avoid Jungkook’s eyes that you easily imagine on you. At some point, your best friend grows sick of it, sighs loudly and grabs his plate to escape the room. When his mom joins him in the kitchen, she can’t hold her worry and questions her son.
"I told Y/N I wanted another child" Jungkook confesses with a low voice and a defeated look
His mom is not as surprised as he thought she would be.
"How did she react?" She asks with a comforting hand on her son’s large shoulder
"She said that she needed to think about it. I mean, I understand but just look at Junghee. We have been so happy since he was born, I don’t think another child would fuck things up between us" Jungkook growls in frustration, running his tattooed hand in his hair
His mother doesn’t scolds him on his bad language and rather asks:
"Is that why things are tensed this morning?"
"Maybe. Actually… Something happened" Jungkook winces, embarrassed to talk about his sexual life with his mom "I didn’t see the problem before Y/N ran away. And now she doesn’t even look at me! I don’t know what to do"
"Do you regret it?"
Your best friend takes a few seconds to think. Does he? Maybe he wishes that your second time together were in a more romantic atmosphere but he doesn’t regret one bit. He missed your touch, he missed your body. He missed feeling physically connected to you. Sex with you is so different, way more powerful and emotional because he cares about you. He fucking loves you. And honestly, it breaks his heart that you shut him down after sharing a bed — or his car seat to be precise.
"No. I mean, I wanted to but I don’t want to hurt her, you know?" Jungkook replies with blushed cheeks
"Y/N has always had a special place in your life, Jungkook. You’ve known each other for a long time. Maybe the idea of things changing between you scares her. But never doubt her love for you. She deeply cares about you and you’ll always be the father of her child. I know you’ll figure things out" His mom reassures him with a tender smile but a hint of worry in her eyes
A little knock on the kitchen door drives Mrs. Jeon’s and Jungkook’s eyes on you. Your red cheeks clearly notify how embarrassed you are. Even quite mad — against you or him or anything else because he can’t quite decide —, your best friend finds you cute.
"Can I talk to you?" You shyly ask him and he nods before leading you to his bedroom for privacy
Your eye is everywhere except on him as you gather your courage to speak.
"I’m so sorry, Kook" You apologize
"For what?" His voice is a little bit cold but you can’t resent him
"For everything?" You try and sigh "I think I was a little overwhelmed about what happened but I want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong, it was entirely my fault"
Your eyes water and your chin is shaking in a dangerous way. Despite his hesitation, Jungkook pulls you into a hug.
"I get it. Please, don’t cry. Let’s put that aside for now, okay? We can talk about it when you’re ready" Jungkook comforts you, pecking the top of your head
Fuck, why does your best friend have to be this great? He should be mad. You would in his shoes. But he is comforting you instead! And it makes you feel even worst. You keep repeating that you’re sorry while you’re crying in his arms.
✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°
It has been one week since your trip to Busan and things have been back to normal. In appearance only but your mind is a real mess. You blush every time your best friend gets close to you and your heart beats heretically whenever he touches you. You feel like you’re going insane. You need you convince yourself that you don’t love Jungkook and that it’s just a side effect of your roll in the hay.
That’s why you’ve called your mom to babysit Junghee and went on a date with Yoongi. After all, he is a fine man and he is available. You feel terrible when you think about Harin and you still don’t know how you’ll be able to look at her in the eyes… The thought makes you stress. You try not to think about it and concentrate on the movie you’re watching with Yoongi.
Why don’t you feel any butterfly anymore when he grabs your hand? It’s not good for you or your heart. Yoongi is really great so why don’t you love him? You kind of like him and you find him attractive but he doesn’t fill your mind like Jungkook does. And it’s not fair for Yoongi. He deserves to be someone’s first choice, not some consolation.
At the end of the movie, you tell the truth to Yoongi and you hope not to hurt him too much. He tells you that he understands and that he is a little bit sad because you’re a great woman — which makes you feel worst. You feel nothing like a great person lately, quite the opposite actually.
In another part of Seoul, Harin has brought the marriage topic on the table. Again. Maybe she feels threatened after the weekend you’ve spent together. And Jungkook doesn’t know how to escape it because he really doesn’t want to marry Harin. Or any other woman but you.
"I think it could be great to be a real family, you and me and our babies" Harin states, a dreamy smile on her face
"Sorry to remind you but I have a family" Jungkook replies with irritation in his voice
"Yeah, yeah, I know that Junghee will always be part of your life but he’ll get along with our children. Oh, and for the wedding, I was thinking about…"
Harin explains her theme and everything she wants to have for her big day but Jungkook stops listening. His mind drives him back to you. He remembers your wedding and how simple and perfect it was. Full of authenticity. It was a perfect day. His second best day after Junghee’s birth. Which leads him to remember it. How scared he was for you but also how impressed he was. How you grabbed and firmly squeezed his hand until hurting him — not that he cared anyway — when you were pushing. How he encouraged you and told how amazing you were. He remembers your tired yet wide smile when you held your son for the first time. He remembers how he felt when he held Junghee for the first time. His body was so small he was afraid to break it. And he remembers the promise he made to himself that day: to always protect you and your son and to love you even after his last breathe. Nothing could be stronger than the bound you share. Maybe it’s cruel but Harin would never compete against you. There is no choice to make because you are the only one for him.
But judging how panicked you reacted one week ago, Jungkook doesn’t think he is even an option for you. So he lets his girlfriend blather on her fantasies of wedding and children.
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Jungkook is picking up Junghee at the kindergarten because you have a meeting for your job. While he is happy to spend time with his son, your best friend’s body tenses a little when he spots Yoongi in the crowd. Should he greet him? It’s so awkward because Jungkook fucked you while you are in some kind of relationship with the man. Did you tell him? Did you see him after that? Did you sleep with him? Gosh, he hopes not… He would rather get punched for having sex with you than having his heart broken for you having sex with someone else. He can’t help but feel hypocrite when he had sex with Harin this week even though he didn’t really want to. What reassures him a little is that he always wears condoms.
Wait a minute.
He hasn’t with you. Do you take the pill? He is pretty sure you don’t. Oh god, the whole situation is getting out of control. Yes, he wants a baby with you but he doesn’t want to trap you into the situation. Anxiety is eating him alive and he doesn’t even see Yoongi approaching until he is right in front of him.
"Hi" The man greets him
"Hi, how are you?" Jungkook tries to hide his panic and his guilt behind a smile
"Fine" Yoongi lies, his heart is still a little broken but he doesn’t resent you — you can’t control your feelings and he knows it damn well "Seung’s birthday is next weekend and I’m checking on the parents to see who’ll come at the party. Can I count Junghee in?"
"Sure, he’ll be more than happy" Jungkook releases a sigh, glad that he won’t be punched after all
A little boy with black hair and a bunny smile runs to him, waiting for his dad to hold him in his arms. Jungkook’s heart melts at his son and he can’t help but wonder if Junghee will soon have a little sister or brother. He tries not to think too much about it and walks to his car.
The drive to his boxing school doesn’t take long and he mentally thanks you for that: you have insisted for him to choose a building in a district close to all kinds of educative establishments, mainly because it’d be great for his business, but also because it’d be handier when he would be a dad.
Junghee is always excited to see his dad boxing. He loves imitating him, throwing his little fists in the air. Your best friend has started giving him lessons and he loves the fact that he can deepen his relationship with his child this way. He also hopes that his son will be able to defend himself if he gets in trouble or defend you because you’re way to stubborn to listen to Jungkook and take boxing lessons… On the other hand, he pretty likes being the one to save you.
Jungkook is kneeled down in front of Junghee and keeps his palms up so your son can punch them. Jungkook can’t help a chuckle at the cute pout adoring the toddler’s focused face. His son smiles proudly whenever Jungkook praises him. Your best friend has no doubt that you would look at them with awe eyes if you were there.
However, the little lesson has to end when some students enter for their class. It’s not the first time Junghee sees them but he grows shy and hides behind his father’s leg. Surely, the little group of teenagers impresses him. Your best friend smiles tenderly at Junghee and rubs his tattooed hand into the sleek hair of his child to soothe him. He tells him to sit on the bench and grabs an apple juice for him before heading to his students and giving instructions.
You rush out of the building to take your son home. You gasp when you see some teenage boys punching each others on the ring. You don’t like Junghee to see violence. You know that Jungkook couldn’t do otherwise but it doesn’t please you. Definitely, you had a long day… You’re sure Junghee will have nightmares tonight.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" Jungkook asks when he spots you
You nod, quite surprised by his embarrassment and follow him to his office. You frown when he closes the door. What’s so serious?
"I need to ask you something’"Jungkook looks down a moment before returning his eyes into yours "Are you on the pill?"
Your eyes widen. You really didn’t expect this question. And it’s another reminder of how stupid it was to fuck your best friend.
"I am" You answer
Now, it’s Jungkook’s turn to be surprised. He thought you weren’t. You always told him that you didn’t want to intoxicated your body with unnecessary doses of hormones if you’re not in a relationship. Does that mean that Yoongi and you have turned a corner? His heart is squeezing painfully in his chest.
"Oh, okay then, I was worried about nothing" Your best friend says, his hand messing his hair up
"About that…" You start, embarrassed too "I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened" Jungkook opens his mouth to argue but you stop him "I shouldn’t have reacted like that, especially when I’m the one who initiated things. I feel terrible towards you and towards Harin. I really hope that I didn’t make things tensed between you" The idea of it makes you wince and you hide your face in your hands "God, I’m such a horrible person"
"Hey, don’t say that" Jungkook grabs your hands to look at your face with affection in his doe eyes "I could have stopped you and I didn’t because I wanted it too. Please, don’t blame yourself. To be honest, I liked it"
Jungkook’s words make you blush and you look away to prevent yourself from jumping on him once again. Your best friend pulls you to his side to hug you before letting you go. Jungkook kisses Junghee’s chubby cheek to tell him goodbye and you grab you son in your arms to bring him home.
In his bed, after you’ve read him a book, your son surprises you. Or more like breaks your heart.
"What?" You say because maybe you haven’t heard well and gosh, you wish you haven’t
"Daddy and Harin are getting married" He repeats
All blood leaves your face and you feel like your heart has stopped.
"Why do you say that?" You ask with a white voice
"Harin told me"
You might be completely broken at the news but you need to know how your son feels like because it’s the most important thing for you.
"What do you feel about it?"
"I’m okay. I like Harin, she makes good pancakes" Junghee replies innocently
You nod and kiss his forehead before escaping his room to cry in your bed. You made Jungkook cheat on his future wife! You’re so horrible! Worst, your heart is broken while you should be happy for your best friend. Why didn’t Jungkook tell you? Is it because you had sex? You knew that you’ve fucked things up! Now your best friend isn’t confiding to you anymore, even for something as important as a fucking wedding! You feel bad. Terrible. You’re the one who provoked what you absolutely wanted to avoid: things has changed between Jungkook and you.
✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°
Junghee is playing with the new toys his grandparents gave him in Busan. You look at him with a distracted look because your attention is set on the news channel. It’s not the first time Seoul has to go through a typhoon, however, you’re a little worried because the TV keeps repeating that this one is especially violent. You try to keep calm for Junghee but the dark sky and the pouring rain don’t help. It’s the first time you have to face such a weather condition without Jungkook. You mentally note the advises the anchors give: preparing some candles or flashlights in case of blackout, making sure to stay away from the windows and closing the blinds if possible. You sigh and join your son, innocent as usual, only caring about the little imaginary world he has created in his mind. It helps to soothe you, even though you wonder if your best friend is okay.
"Where are you going?" Harin asks with an irritated tone when she witnesses Jungkook grabbing his car key
Jungkook stops his movements and looks at his girlfriend like it was evident. They have just listened to the same news as you and Jungkook immediately reached the entry of his apartment — where Harin seems to spend more and more time each day.
"I’m worried about Junghee and Y/N" He explains
"They’re fine!" Harin scoffs "And look outside, it’s pouring! You can’t go out"
Jungkook is growing frustrated. He is worried, he doesn’t want to leave you two alone. His heart is beating so fast in his chest because of the stress. His whole body is begging him to go and make sure you’re safe. Why can’t Harin understand that? You’re his family! Anger is starting to build inside him and he can’t help but yelling at Harin because she has been acting like a crazy woman lately and Jungkook is sick of it.
"I can’t leave my kid and my wife alone!"
"Your wife?!" Harin snaps "Really Jungkook?" Her voice is nothing sweet and it’s full of grudge
"You know what I mean" Jungkook replies with a roll of eyes
"No, I don’t actually. You are not married! And I am your girlfriend" Harin reminds him
It’s true. Jungkook knows it. But he can’t help feeling upset at that thought. He is still seeing himself as your husband, maybe because for him it’s complicated to separate that from being Junghee’s father. His instinct is always to protect you and your toddler. When he pictures his family, it’s you, Junghee and him. Harin is never in the picture to be honest. What he wants is to be with you. Right now, he can’t even remember why he agreed to sign those stupid divorce papers.
"I need to go" Jungkook settles to say, his voice a little softer than before
"If you pass that door, it’s over" Harin says with confidence, her arms crossed on her chest
Your best friend has never liked ultimatums and this one is by far the worst. He scoffs before opening the door and leaving. He doesn’t even give a last look to Harin.
The rain might be pouring, the wind might be going wild, nothing could prevent Jungkook from reaching you. Actually, the hostile weather convinces him that being with you was the right decision. He just can’t imagine not being there for you while he knows that you are worried and alone with your son. He is not scared about the road but about leaving you alone. It’s all he can think about while driving toward you and Junghee.
The door opening makes you jolt. The familiar face with soaked, dark hair appearing provokes a weird trick in your chest.
"Kook?" The surprise is evident on your face and in your voice but everything disappears when your best friend gives you the most tender smile ever ‘What are you doing here? Are you crazy? You could have had an accident!’ You scold him even though you’re so glad he is here
"I was worried about you" Jungkook simply replies
Your mouth mimics a silent ‘Thank you’ and Jungkook joins Junghee at the coffee table. Your son has given up his toys to get down on one of his favorite hobbies: drawing. He chuckles when he spots his dad and almost immediately tries to climb on him. It doesn’t take long for him to use his pens on Jungkook’s tattooed sleeves. From time to time, Junghee nods proudly at his art piece, filling with color some patterns of the tattoos or adding completely new drawings.
"I want to have drawings on my arm like daddy" Your son suddenly states
"Wow, not until eighteen, right mama?" Jungkook laughs, imagining his three-year old toddler with tattoos
"You mean not until at least forty" You correct him, half-joking half-panicking at your little boy covered in ink
Junghee pouts but focuses again on his pens. You and Jungkook are looking at him with love eyes. He is so cute! His doe eyes are wide open and his little mouth is slightly open. You love how immersed he gets when he is doing something. He doesn’t care one bit about the weather raging outside, he is in his little bubble and he has trapped your best friend and you in it.
"Mama, come help me"
You chuckle and grab a pen yourself. You scoot closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body. While Junghee is sitting on Jungkook’s lap, you’re against your best friend’s side. One hand rests on his shoulder to stay steady while you’re drawing a little flower on his hand. Jungkook hums at your touch. It feels good. The simple moment with his son and you fills up his chest with joy, he feels like he is the happiest and luckiest man on Earth. He can’t help himself and grabs your small hand in his, not caring about the pen between your fingers. You lift up your head in surprise, trying to understand why he has done that but you find yourself unable to say anything.
Jungkook’s handsomeness and closeness just cut your breathe. He is so pretty and the way is looking at you, like you’re the most precious thing in his life, is destabilizing. You’re two seconds away from kissing his pulp lips that attract you. Thankfully, you get back to your senses, shake your head and remove your hand from his grip.
"I, uhm, I’ll go take some milk for Junghee" You stutter, cheeks completely blushed
You escape as fast as you can and welcome the cold air coming from the fridge on your burning face. You need to focus. You need to stop thinking about your best friend this way. You hate how hot, handsome and caring he is right now. Last time you did something stupid, you almost ended up pregnant and destroy Jungkook’s future wedding. You have to stop! You need to keep your distance with Jungkook. He is only here for Junghee.
Your baby had hidden in Jungkook’s arms when the typhoon was at its climax. Thankfully, your building was far enough not to suffer from big damages and the city went back to normal only a few hours later. All the emotions of the day pushed your son in a sound sleep. You watch in awe your best friend putting Junghee in his bed. You close the door as softly as you can and you face an embarrassing silence between Jungkook and you.
"So, what’s the date?" You ask after clearing your throat
You hope that bringing the wedding topic with a light tone will spur Jungkook to see that you are still his confidant. You don’t want to let the incident in his car ruining your friendship. In fact, things have to be even smoother than before if you want your growing family to work.
However, Jungkook is frowning and looking at you with a confused face.
"The date for what?"
"Kook" You sigh, a little hurt that he doesn’t trust you "You can tell me, it’s okay. Actually, I would have rather liked hearing it from you and from our three-year old son. But I get it, things have been… strange lately. Nevertheless, I want you to know that I am sincerely happy for you and Harin" You manage to give him a small smile
"I’m sorry but I really don’t know what you are talking about" Jungkook replies, working his brain out to get a clue
"Your wedding, Jungkook!" You clarify, frustration noticeable in your voice
"My what?!" Your best friend shouts, completely taken aback
"Did you think that I wouldn’t know?" You ask, trying to make sense of his genuine incredulity
"Y/N, I am not getting married! Don’t you think that I would tell you? Where did you get that idea?"
It’s your turn to frown. What’s going on?
"Junghee told me that you were getting married… Maybe he didn’t get it right?"
"I’ve never told him anything like that, like never. I don’t want to marry Harin for fuck’s sake" Jungkook says
You purse your lips because what you are thinking about is way too crazy to be the truth. Did Harin lie to your son? Why? That’s just horrible! It can’t be…
"What?" Jungkook spurs you to speak up "What did you think about? And don’t lie, I know that face"
"I don’t want to create problems" You finally decide to say "Maybe… maybe you should talk to Harin and clarify the situation because I think it’s just a big misunderstanding"
Jungkook is feeling his anger growing inside his bones. What did Harin do? After promising he’ll be back soon, he drives back to his apartment. His fists are so tightly clenched around his wheel that his knuckles are white. He wants some explanations now. Did she dare messing up with his family? With his son? With you? Jungkook is fucking pissed. He storms in and hardly contains his wrath.
"What did you say to Junghee?"
His angry tone makes Harin jolt. Her eyes widen in fear because she has never seen him this angry.
"I-I don’t know what you are talking about…" She lies
"Speak now!" Jungkook shouts, his eyes even darker than usual
"I, uhm, told him that we were talking about marriage?" She tries with a small voice and Jungkook almost looses it
"You were talking about marriage!" He rectifies "Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?! Are you fucking insane? He is my son! You can’t tell him something like that! Don’t come near me or my family ever again. Now, get the fuck out!"
Witnessing Jungkook’s fury, Harin doesn’t argue and leaves as fast as she can. Jungkook needs a couple of minutes to calm down. He needs to let go of his anger and there is no better way than boxing for him. For the third time of the day, he steps in his car to head to his boxing school. He doesn’t even know how many hours he hits the punching bag. He can’t believe that Harin almost destroyed his relationship with his son and with you! He can’t imagine what was in your pretty head when you thought he was getting married while he told you hundred of times that you were the only one for him. He makes a pact with himself: he will put a ring on your and his fingers so no one will ever make you feel like you’re not the love of his life.
✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°
It’s already three am and you still haven’t heard about Jungkook. You’re way too worried to sleep and you’re walking back and forth in your living room. You’ve tried to call him but gained no response. He told you he would be back but he hasn’t. And he left pretty pissed off. Furious, actually. You’re scared something has happened to him. Did he get into a fight with Harin? Did they make up? Did he have an accident? There are so many different scenarios possible and you don’t know which one is the truth. If you didn’t have to watch Junghee, you would already be in your car, looking all around Seoul for him.
When you’re about to officially lose your sanity, the door opens. You run to Jungkook and hug him out of relief. Thank god, he is okay. You step back just enough to look at him: he is sweaty and tired and his clenched jaws are a clear sign of how tensed he is.
eI was so worried" You whisper, not to wake up your son "Is everything okay? Did you talk to Harin?"
Your best friend scoffs at the name. He still feels angry but less since you’ve hugged him. Your touch has always had some kind of magical power when it comes to soothe him.
"She told Junghee that we were getting married. I can’t believe she lied to our son. You don’t know how mad I am right now. I ended things with her"
You nod, trying to integrate the news. Despite being completely taken aback by Harin’s actions, you feel terrible to have doubted Jungkook. He is your best friend, your baby daddy, the man you trust the most in the entire world. You should have known that he would never hide something this huge.
"I’m sorry" You tell him because there really are the words that sum up pretty much everything you want to say
"Don’t be. I’m not sad because of her. But I am sad because I feel like I almost lost you" He explains with sincerity and it breaks your heart
"Kook, you will never lose me" You put a delicate hand on his jaw "I love you so much, you have no idea. I’ll always be there for you. You’re an amazing man. An amazing dad and the best best friend ever and I don’t think you know it"
Emotion fills the air between you two. Jungkook’s heart melts at your words and you can see it in his eyes becoming tenderer. He deserves the whole world. And suddenly, an idea comes to your mind and your look changes. Jungkook must misinterpret it because there is no way you’re looking at him with lust right now. It must be the fatigue from his boxing.
His heart stops and he gulps loudly when he watches you kneeling down. He wishes his dick wasn’t hardening by seeing you down in front of him and lifting up your pretty face to look into his eyes. The sight is sinful and he can’t let his fantasies controlling him because he would do unspeakable things to your mouth. However, he doesn’t have time to question you that your hands are already working on his sweatpants to take it down. You caress him through the fabric of his briefs and it makes his cock almost completely hard in no time.
"Y/N" He whispers with a chocked and raspy voice "What are you doing?"
"I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Don’t you want it?"
The innocence and insecurity in your voice mixed with the way your eyes seem bigger when you look up at him prevent him from thinking straight. He can only nod, waiting for your next move. A wave of arousal goes straight between your legs when you grab the hem of his underwear and push it down, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth waters at the sight and you realize that it’s the first time you get to really admire his dick. It’s thick and big and you know how much pleasure it brings. But you are a little worried at the size of it and you wonder if you’ll be able to take him entirely in your mouth.
The drop of pre cum escaping his tip is way too tempting so you poke your tongue out to lick it. Both Jungkook and you moan. He tastes sweet and you want more. You rest your hand at his base while you start kissing and taking fat laps of his head. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of you because it’s too good to be real. Your lips are soft against his velvet skin and the wet strains you leave with your mouth and tongue are driving him insane. He has to control him not to fuck your throat like a maniac.
When his tip is glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum, you open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out and take him in. It feels good to have Jungkook’s cock filling your mouth. You have never been fond of blowjobs and yet, sucking your best friend’s dick arouses you more than you want to admit. The sweet moans and growls from Jungkook spur you to fasten your pace. You take him quicker and deeper each time, creating some sloppy and sinful sounds. Your tongue caresses his vein and the sweet spot connecting his tip to his length. Your hand frees his base and heads south to cup his balls while you push deeper, making you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat.
"Oh fuck" Jungkook moans in pure ecstasy "Your mouth is so fucking good"
His praise makes you proud and you want to give him even more pleasure. Your free hand that was resting on his hip grabs his to put it in your hair. You look at him through your wet lashes and Jungkook gets the message. You’re so perfect, he thinks while he intertwine his fingers with your strands. You open your mouth a little wider and lets him settle the pace and the deepness of his thrusts. You can’t help a few tears when he deep-throats you but you actually love chocking on his cock. The wetness of your pussy is a clear sign of it.
"Fuck, baby" He hisses when he pushes deep and rests a little to feel your throat contracting around his dick
He pulls out to let you breathe and enjoys the line of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his member. You’re so fucking hot like that. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now to keep the memory because he knows it’s a once in a lifetime thing.
"Cum in my mouth" You tell him with a oh-so-sweet voice and he can’t believe it’s true
He rubs his soaked tip against the pillow of your lips, making a glistening mess that turns him on so bad and pushes his cock right back in. Your hand is deliciously cupping his heavy balls and Jungkook growls while throwing his head back with delight. Feeling your wet and warm mouth around him is really, really good. He fucks your mouth like there is no tomorrow, bringing more tears to your eyes. Your other hand caresses his firm abs and the flexing muscles underneath your fingertips provoke a sweet moan from you. It vibrates on Jungkook’s cock and he can feel how close he is. His thrusts are not soft but you know he tries to hold himself back.
You pray for the sinful sounds not to wake up Junghee and you push your head further, your nose almost touching his pubic.
"Oh shit, I’m gonna cum’"Jungkook informs you
You hum to notify him that it’s okay and you feel his grab tightening in your hair. You think that Jungkook is going to go a little wilder but he surprises you when his other hand gently settles on your cheeks to caress you with his thumb.
"Look at me" He asks but his voice is so weak that it’s more like a plea
You do as he says and meet your best friend’s frowning and fucked up face with a slight open mouth. He is damn hot. Your eyes are shiny because of your tears but you are so gorgeous. He can’t believe how lucky he is. You’re so fucking sexy and the fact that he is the one to see this side of you makes his dick throb. You’re usually his very sweet baby mama — which also makes him horny to be true — but right now, you are like a goddess coming straight from his wildest sexual dreams. You are looking at each other with your usual affection eye but there is a sparkle of lust too that sends him on the edge. He is fully focused on you: your tongue, your hands on him, the sleek of your hair tangled in his fist, your soft skin underneath his thumb and your fucking beautiful eyes that he would like to look at forever. Jungkook cums on your tongue with soft growls.
Your cheeks are burning red when Jungkook steps in the bathroom to clean himself. You can’t believe you’ve just done that. However, it’s not panic that takes over you like the last time but a sweet feeling and a huge wave of arousal. It just felt right. Maybe the fact that you are both single eases you too. You sigh in content as you drop onto your couch, blushing when you replay the filthy scene that just took place in your living room.
"Shit" Jungkook curses when he drops the towel down after washing his hands
He bends over to reach it but his eyes get attracted by something in your bathroom bin. His body freezes for a second and his hand is shaky when he grabs the little box. Carefully, he opens it and pulls out the pregnancy test. It’s negative.
Jungkook doesn’t know if he is relieved or sad about it. But you’re on the pill so did you take the test just to be sure? Did you think you were pregnant? Is it after you had sex or is it because you’ve slept with Yoongi too? There are so many questions in his mind right now and the only way to answer them is to ask you directly.
Your best friend finds you on the couch, a gentle smile on your face. The room is quite dark, only enlightens by the moon so you don’t see that Jungkook has the test in his hand. He sits next to you and he clears his throat.
"I found this in your bin" He says as softly as he can
He doesn’t want you to feel accused. He just wants to know and he knows you: you must have your reasons not to tell him.
Your eyes widen and your heart starts beating fast.
"It’s negative" You say with a chocked voice
"I know. Did you think you were pregnant?" Jungkook asks and you bite your lower lip — there is no point in lying since everything is fine
"Maybe?" You reply "I wanted to be sure because, you know, you had sex" You explain with blushed cheeks
"But you’re on the pill" Your best friend tries to understand
"I… I’m not. I lied because I didn’t want you to panic and you were with Harin. I already felt so guilty. And then, the test came back negative so I didn’t see the point of telling you. I would have had if it were positive" You explain
"Is that weird that I wish it was positive?"
You look up at Jungkook and shake your head: you have wished too in someway. You know damn well that he is confessing that because you’ve come clear too. He always tells you a secret when you share one of yours. He has been doing that since you were eight and you love it. There are so many things you love about him actually.
"Come here, baby daddy" You whisper, opening your arms for him to scoot closer
You rest your head on his shoulder while he wraps you into his embrace. You both enjoy the peaceful silence and you close your eyes when Jungkook gently rubs your side.
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Jungkook is watching you getting ready for Yoongi’s son birthday party. He doesn’t know if he should enjoy how good you look in the dress he has bought you — an ankle-long tight black dress with long sleeves from the lounge wear collection of Skims that really pleases him because you’re like the perfect hot mom — or if he should grow grumpy because you might put efforts for another man. The way the dress hugs your curves is insane: your boobs and your ass are perfectly accentuated and you are fucking sexy. Jungkook can’t hold himself and hugs you from behind. Despite looking like one of your usual friend hugs, he presses his crotch a little further against your ass and you can’t deny that a wave of arousal washes over you.
"You look good, baby mama" Jungkook says with a voice a little raspy
"You do too, Kook" You reply with blushed cheeks as you’re eyeing his white shirt perfectly holding his buff chest and his strong thighs covered by his black jeans
You can feel your best friend’s inked hand slowly rubbing your stomach before going up and stopping right under your boobs. Your breathe is cut off and all you can think about is feeling Jungkook everywhere on your body. Your eyes cling on each other through the mirror. You notice how Jungkook’s eyes are even darker than usual and the way they look hungry. He tilts his head and lightly kisses the thin and sensitive skin straight below your earlobe, which makes you shiver. It’s so erotic how slowly and delicately yet sensually Jungkook moves. You press your thighs against each other because your panties are more than wet now, which causes a smirk on Jungkook’s face. His hand is about to finally grab your tit when a little boy jumps on your bed.
You immediately put some distance between your bodies.
"Come on, we’re gonna be late!" Junghee whines
You know he has been waiting all day for his friend’s birthday. You pick him up in your arms and Jungkook takes care of the present and your bag. Your best friend smiles at the scene: you’re a beautiful family. A tender smile paints his face when he sees his son tightening his little arms around your neck to hug you. The amount of love he is feeling right now is indescribable.
Your son is immediately running to Seung when you arrive at the party. You’re feeling a little embarrassed to face Yoongi after what happened. You have managed to avoid him at work but there is no way to escape now. Your colleague spots out and gives you a nod to which you reply with a smile. Jungkook is watching the interaction between you and he frowns. Why are you not talking to him? Why is the atmosphere tensed? He can’t say that he is not happy about it because to be honest, he was a little stressed to be the fifth wheel with Yoongi and you. It would have broke his heart to witness some sweet gestures between the two of you, especially since your best friend and you have been intimate.
"What happened?" Jungkook discreetly asks in your ear, unable to keep his curiosity away any longer
"Yoongi is really great" You start with a sigh and the compliment makes Jungkook jealous "But I just think that there is not enough place for another man in my life right now"
"Well, you know I’m the only man for you" Your best friend teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you into his side with possessiveness
"Actually, Junghee is the only man for me, he fills up all my dreams" You reply and stick out your tongue in a playful way
"Then we have to make a little baby girl to be even" Jungkook says lowly, squeezing your flesh a little which makes you blush
You are helping to set the food on the table while Jungkook is giving a spontaneous boxing lesson to the children after Junghee has bragged about his dad being a superhero, resulting in all the kids wanting to be one too. Your eyes are sparking with affection when you watch the scene. Jungkook is really good with kids and he is a great father to Junghee. The idea of having a baby hasn’t seemed too crazy lately. Having a little girl or a little boy with him fills your chest with happiness. Maybe you should do it. The only thing that holds you back is your relationship with Jungkook. You’re not sure you want to have a baby with your best friend anymore… You wish you could have a baby with your husband. You miss the ring on your finger, you miss Jungkook as your hubby.
You’re not stupid enough to not have noticed that your relationship has slightly evolved recently but marriage is a big step. However, it’s the twenty-first century so if you want to be married, you don’t have to wait for the proposal: you can ask him yourself, for real this time. Perhaps, after all, your friends and family were right all along: you were bound to fall in love with your best friend.
You don’t know when you fell in love with Jungkook. Was it after having Junghee? When you got married? Or have you actually being in love with him since you were eight? Maybe you didn’t know that your love for him was actually a romantic love because it’s all you’ve ever known. It doesn’t really matter though because now you know. You love him. As your best friend, as your baby daddy and as the best man you’ve ever met. You just love him, as a person, all of him.
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Your son wanted to stay for Seung's sleepover so you went back home with Jungkook only. Your heart is beating like crazy. You try to imagine how your best friend will react when you ask him to marry and the stress is filling your whole body. You can’t look at him in the eyes.
"I can’t believe Junghee is old enough to go to sleepovers" Jungkook jokes "He’ll soon have his first girlfriend"
"Don’t you think it’s a little bit young for a girlfriend?" You say with a sigh because your baby can’t grow up so fast
"I had my first one at three" He proudly informs you but you’re too tensed to laugh
You keep avoiding his glance and you fiddle with your fingers as the anxiety directs your blood to your feet to run away.
"Is everything okay?" Jungkook asks, worried
"Yes. Can you… wait here please?" You reply, escaping the living room as fast as you can
You breath deeply before looking into your nightstand. The sliver ring is immediately noticeable with the way it shines under the light. A light smile appears on your face when you remember putting the ring on your best friend’s finger a few years ago. After your divorce, you agreed on keeping Jungkook’s ring and him yours. It was a way to always have a small part of each other as spouses. You are so glad to have it right now, even though you can feel the stress filling up your body. Are you really going to ask him to marry you? Yes, you are. The thought could make you giggle if the possibility of rejection didn’t make you nauseous.
When you enter the living room, you find Jungkook sitting patiently on the couch. He immediately stands up because he can sense your uneasiness. He frowns and opens his mouth to speak but you stop him by showing the ring. Confusion is clear on your best friend’s face.
"I know that it might sound crazy" You start, gathering all your courage for your confession and grabbing his left hand at the same time, the contact of your skins smooths you a bit "But you and I have shared so many things. I’ve never been happier than when we were married. It took me years to finally notice that…" You gulp, the next words being the most important yet scary words "I love you, Kook. I truly, deeply love you. So, will you marry me? Again?"
You end up your proposal with a hitch pitch tone that fakes chill while you’re going crazy because you have just opened your heart and you feel vulnerable. You look at him and the few seconds of silence are killing you.
"No"
"No?" Your heart stops, breaks, burns or maybe everything at the same time
You feel stupid. It was so stupid to think that Jungkook would marry you or love you the way you do. You agreed on being friends years ago, why did you think something has changed? Because of the few loving eyes you shared? Because you had sex? Because he said you were the only one for him? You can’t believe you’ve interpreted it all wrong. You want to cry but you fight the tears to maintain your dignity. And even if Jungkook doesn’t want to marry you, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you because you know he does. Maybe just not the same as you do.
Jungkook starts to panic when he notices the hurt on your face. He steps closer and cups your face with his big palms.
"No, no, no, it’s not what I wanted to say!" He adds quickly "I want to marry you!" The confession makes your heart jumps in your chest "God, you don’t know how much I want it but you can’t ask me to marry you" Now, you’re the one confused and your heartbeats are going wild but you don’t even know why "You can’t ask me because I want to ask you. So your proposal is going to mess up all my plan to set up a very romantic diner with flowers and all that shit"
You can’t help a giggle.
"I don’t care about that, Kook. Our wedding was perfect as simple as it was and I don’t need anything more than you and Junghee. So please, marry me?" You ask again, tears — of joy? — in your eyes
"Yes!" He exclaims, right before kissing you
The kiss is good. So damn good. You release all the stress you’ve accumulated and Jungkook’s lips have never felt so sweet. It’s addictive and you’re not sure you can live without them anymore. You pull away just enough to put the ring on his finger and it fits perfectly. Not only because it was his ring before but because it belongs here. His hand seems empty without it and his life is not complete without you as his wife. The strong emotion of the moment brings tears to your eyes: it’s so much love that it can’t contain in your body.
"I love you" He whispers, his shiny doe eyes even brighter than usual
You are going to marry your best friend. Again. But this time, for real — but can you really say that the last time was not real? All these years, you were blind or maybe too afraid to notice that you actually were in love with him. It’s in fact impossible not to when Jungkook is perfect. He is your family and not only because he is your baby daddy. He feels like home. His strong arms are your shelter and gosh, you love him so much.
"There is another thing I want to do with you" He announces, his voice deep and thick with emotion "I want to make love with you" Those words send delightful shivers down your spine "And I want another baby. Maybe not now if you’re not ready, but someday"
"I’m ready" You softly reply "I’ve been thinking about it for a few months now and I don’t want anyone else but you"
Jungkook’s heart jumps in his chest and his euphoria takes control of his body. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. You gasp and laugh while you instinctively circles his hips with your legs. You put your lips on his again, craving for his touch everywhere on you. Butterflies fill your stomach when he walks to your bedroom. He delicately lands you on your bed and lifts up your dress to access your covered pussy. His eyes shines with lust and you bit your lower lip. He circles your clit with his thumb through the thin fabric, making your head roll back and your panties wetter. You wish he could just take if off already to feel him skin to skin.
He places himself between your open legs and slowly drag down your underwear. He is amazed by your glistening cunt, so appetizing. He kisses your inner thighs, which causes you to jolt a little so your future husband has to hold your legs open for him — thinking about Jungkook as that creates a frog of delicious delirium around your brain, or maybe it’s just the way he touches you?
"Can I taste you?" He asks with eagerness and you blush hard
You nod and bit your lip with anticipation, and Jungkook doesn’t waste time. He takes a fat lap of your arousal and hums at your sweet taste. He then gives a quick and tender kiss on your clit before diving into it shamelessly. His expert tongue rolls around your sensitive bud and you can’t help tugging on his black hair. You moan, a harmonious melody to his ears. His mouth gets rougher, taking sinful gulps from your dripping pussy.
Jungkook notices your walls clenching around nothing and rectifies it by entering you with his tongue. It feels so fucking good, especially when his nose bumps against your clit.
"Oh god!" You moan, your cunt throbbing around his wet muscle
Your back arches because you want to feel him more. It’s paradoxical because you don’t know if you can take any more pleasure. He settles his inked hand flat on your lower tummy, appreciating the softness of your skin and willing to protect the place where his second child will develop — he hopes — soon, and takes it as an opportunity to rub your clit with his thumb. Your pussy is so wet with your arousal and his saliva that your fiancé’s mouth is making sloppy yet so arousing sounds. Jungkook’s hums echo into you, driving you completely crazy.
"I want you" You groan as you tug on his hair to bring his handsome yet ruined face to yours
You kiss him passionately and you taste yourself on his tongue. It feels so sinful yet so arousing. To be honest, you could have cummed just with his tongue but you want to do it around his big fat cock. And now that you know that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Jungkook, you know you can use his mouth on your cunt another time. Every time you want.
Your hands impatiently grab the hem of his shirt, urging Jungkook to reveal his perfect body to you. And he does. Your breathe gets cut. He is gorgeous. His bare torso is even more beautiful in the sunset light coming from your window, or maybe it’s love that taints your vision. Your hand caresses his skin and you feel his muscles flexing under your touch. You run your hand on his biceps and abs and finally reach his own hand. You squeeze it tenderly and look at Jungkook in the eyes. The time seems to stop for a second. There is no words needed because you both know what you want to say: you love each other.
Jungkook brings your hand to his lips and kisses it before helping you to take off your dress and your bra. It’s weird to be all naked in front of him because, even through it’s only the second time, you feel comfortable. And you know it’s because it’s him. You feel his doe eyes traveling on your body, making you blush.
"You’re beautiful" He tells you
"You’re beautiful, too" You whispers back
Jungkook feels like he loves you even more. Every time he hears your sweet voice, every time he sees your face, every time he looks at Junghee, he loves you more. He wonders how it’s even possible since his love for you is already endless.
He grabs a pillow and places it under your head to make you comfortable since he intends to make love to you all night long. His breathe aches when your hands unbutton his jeans. His own hands join yours to peel himself naked. Your thumb spreads a drop of pre cum on his tip, making Jungkook moans softly yet huskily.
He brings your legs to your chest to admire your pussy once again. He can’t wait to enter you, especially when he sees your hole clenching. Fuck, it’s so hot, it’s like your cunt is craving for his cock. With two fingers, he penetrates you, just enough to gather enough of your juices to lube his hard length.
When his dick is shining with your essence, he grabs the base of it and brings it closer to your pussy. He looks at you another time, silently asking you if it’s okay and you vigorously nod, owning a smirk from Jungkook. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut close when the tip passes over your entrance. He goes slow, making you feel every single inch of his cock. It’s so big that it stretches you in the best way possible. When he is entirely in you, you let go the air you were keeping in your lungs.
"Fuck, it’s big" You moan, filling Jungkook’s chest with pride
You might have had sex not so long along, the position and the no-rush of the situation makes you feel him more. Last time, you didn’t really take time to appreciate how well he opens your cunt and how fucking good it feels.
"You’re the one who makes me this hard" He teases but bends over to kiss you and soothes a little of your discomfort — which is not, it’s pure pleasure
You want to move your legs but the inked man has other plans. He keeps them close to your chest by holding the back of your knees and starts humping into you. His pelvis snaps against your pussy and ass, making your head froggy with delight. You have to put a hand on your mouth to cover your loud moans but Jungkook doesn’t like it. He frees your legs, which automatically wrap around his waist, and intertwines yours fingers with his, placing both hands next to your head.
"Let me hear you" He cockily says and you immediately groan louder — you can’t really do otherwise when he is pounding harsher
"Oh god, Kook!"
You squeeze his hands harder to hold onto something, the pleasure way too big not to loose your sanity. Immediately, Jungkook’s eyes are attracted by your bare finger and he frowns. He doesn’t like it. With a swift move, he slides his own ring on your left forefinger. Despite the ring being too big for you, his chest is filled with happiness and pride. Your small hand adorned with his ring next to his tattooed skin is so beautiful and romantic and means everything to him that he wishes he could take a picture — he would if he wasn’t ball deep inside you right now. It feels right yet extraordinary. Loving you was never a choice he made but if he had to, he would. A hundred times, in a hundred different lives.
"Look at me" He asks you gently, slowing his dick strokes a little
His pace is more passionate and romantic now, rolling his hips deep against you. Your eyes are drawn into his black irises full of love. You free your right hand and cup his face. Jungkook presses his cheek against your palm and slightly turns his head to settle a soft kiss on it. The gesture is sweet and attacks your heart.
"My beautiful man" You whisper, your eyes getting watery by the emotion even though it’s hard to believe that Jungkook is now yours because you can’t be this lucky
You can feel his tip brushing against your g-spot from time to time. Your fiancé gets a clue of it since your walls tighten around him. It’s so fucking good and your bouncing boobs are like a challenge for him: he wants to fuck you harder to make them jolt more. So he does, the low and deep pace long forgotten to set a quick yet still deep rhythm. He grabs one tit and pinches your nipple quite hard.
"Kook!" You whine
"Sorry, I couldn’t resist, I love your boobs" He apologies but still keeps his hand around your breasts
He digs his knees firmly into the mattress and straightens up to pound into you harder. He places one of your legs on his shoulder and wraps his strong arms around it to keep you in place. The change of angle sends his cock directly to your sweet spot.
"Oh, god, right here! I’m gonna come!" You notify Jungkook and he nods
"Go on, baby, make me see your pretty fucked face" He replies with grinned teeth due to the effort
The sound of your clapping skins is hot and all your senses are filled by Jungkook. Your room even smells like sex. And what a great sex… You’ve never felt this good while fucking because it’s more than just the physical aspect, it’s also the emotional side.
Your left hand reaches for one of his and your fiancé tenderly smiles at the silver band around your finger shining with the light. You feel real close to the edge. Your cunt becomes tight and Jungkook hisses with pleasure. He leads your hand to your pussy so he can use his thumb on your clit. It’s what you needed to feel the wave of arousal washing over you. You loudly moan his name while you’re cumming, creaming Jungkook’s fat cock. He helps you reach your high with his poundings and the delicious circles he draws on your sensitive bud.
You’re out of breathe when you come back to Earth and the tattooed man has slowed down his pace but he hasn’t come yet. That’s something you need to fix. You push on his pec to make him rest on his back. You’re quick to sit on his lap, knees on both sides of his perfect and sexy body, especially with a thin layer of sweat and a heavily breathing chest. You hold his dick up to impale yourself on it.
Jungkook settles his hands on your hips and guides you to find the good rhythm. You take support on his strong chest and smile at the ring. You can’t wait to have your own.
You ride him like a maniac despite your exhaustion. Your hair sticks to your forehead and to the back of your neck but you don’t care. You take him deep, so deep that your clit brushes to his pelvis every time.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good" He growls, his eyes set on your bouncing tits
He gives you a quick slap on his ass, provoking a squeak of surprise from you, soon replaced by arousal. There is a pool of mess between your legs and Jungkook can feel your juices dripping down his balls.
"I want to fill you so bad" He continues "I can’t wait to see pregnant again"
His words make your heart jump and your pussy clench. Why does pregnancy turn you on so much?
"My gorgeous baby mama" He whispers, more to himself than to you but you hear him nonetheless
"If having a baby make you this hard, then we should have more than two kids" You tease him
"You make me hard and it’s having a baby with you that makes me happy" He rectifies, your cheeks taking a darker shade of red
The butterflies coming from his confession spur you to faster your pace. Your ass slaps against his thighs, filling the room with sinful sounds. Jungkook squeezes your asscheeks and controls your moves by pulling you harsher on his cock.
"Fuck, you ride me so well, baby"
Your moan are louder as you feel another orgasm approaching. Your moves get unsteady and Jungkook takes over by lifting his hips and thrusting into your throbbing cunt. Your head rolls back, making your groans raspier and your hands fitting into fists on his chest.
"Kook.." You try to say between dick strokes "I’m close"
"Me too, baby" He growls
Your body shakes, your toes curl and you fall on his torso as you cum again. White dots paints your vision and you feel like in another world. Jungkook’s arms wraps around your frame to hold you in place as he chases his own high. You settle some kisses in his sweaty neck and your hands run through his black hair.
"Cum inside me" You plea, driving your fiancé crazy
"Oh, fuck…" He moans as he releases his hot shots of seeds
You are both panting and none of you wants to move. So you stay like that, sweaty and exhausted but cuddling. You hum when he caresses your back and kisses your temple.
"I love you" You whisper, your head beyond the clouds because of your orgasms and your happiness
"I love you, too" He replies gently before jokingly adding "If that doesn’t make you pregnant, I’ll be happy to try again"
A tired laugh escapes your lips. You are happy. So, so happy right now in your best friend/baby daddy/fiancé’s arms. All the things he is for you reflect how much he means in your life. Now, you can’t wait to be married with him again and you add another baby to your family. Jungkook told you he wanted a girl and you find the idea very pleasing, even though a cute little boy like Junghee would be perfectly fine too.
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2 years later
You are stressed. More than stressed actually but you can’t show it to Junghee while he is so excited. You kneel in front of your five-year old — already — son. You make sure to fix his equipment again, not wanting him to get hurt.
"Are you sure it’s not dangerous?" You ask your husband for the hundredth time, making him roll his eyes
"Babe, it’s a children competition. They are not even allowed to hit each other except than on the chest protection" Jungkook tries to reassure you
You nod but you don’t feel better. Why did you agree with your son taking boxing classes? Yeah, of course you remember: Junghee has begged you for it, wanting to be ‘as cool as his dad’. With heavy heart, you let him join his friends and you head to the coach corner where your husband gives the last instructions to his students.
It’s quite funny to see your big and strong husband talking with such seriousness to a bunch of children. Especially when he has a baby-carrier on his chest with your baby girl in it. Your 15 month-old daughter seems calm, sucking on her pacifier while looking with big eyes at her dad. Her cuteness makes you slowly lose your sanity every day. You step closer, not even caring about the questioning look Jungkook is sending you and you kiss your daughter on her chubby cheeks, which makes her giggle.
"Hum, babe, I’m trying to give important explanations here" He catches your attention and only then you realize that all the children are looking at you
"Oh, sorry" You apologies with blushed cheeks — but how could you resist your adorable baby?
You stay close to Jungkook the whole competition, cheering for his students. Your heart stops and you grab his hand when your son steps on the ring. He looks confident and the fierce in his eyes is similar to his dad’s one before a fight. It’s painful to watch Junghee getting hit, even if it’s just on his chest and if he has a whole equipment to protect his small body.
When the bell rings and Junghee wins because he has given more hits than his opponent, you jump of joy — and relief.
"Mommy!" Junghee exclaims, running to you with a big bunny smile
You take him in your arms and kiss his cheeks, even though you’re kissing his protection helmet more than his skin.
"You did so good, baby!" You praise him
"Gaaaaaw!" Your daughter shouts against Jungkook’s chest
She certainly wants to congratulate her big brother.
"I won for you, Jiwon" Junghee proudly announces and your heart melts instantly
"I see, now you can protect your sister and mama, right?" Jungkook asks and his son nods
"Can we have pizzas for diner, please?"
You can’t resist his big doe eyes. You can’t believe Junghee is already five. You can even less believe that Jiwon was born almost a year and a half ago. It’s just that happiness makes time pass quicker. You look at Jungkook and your smile grows wilder. You love the man, and you love even more the family he gave you.
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Stay With Me | Perfect
exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, E2L, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count - 3.5k
Your pregnancy hormones are wild enough to make Jungkook lose sleep. Warnings: swearing, explicit pregnancy sex, masturbation, tooth-rotting fluff
SERIES COLLECTION
“Jungkook…” You whisper, throwing a leg over him beneath the floral bedsheets, his bare muscular back pressed against your chest and your arm lazily draped over his middle as you pull yourself closer to him. “Jungkook….” You try again to coax a reaction from him, a little louder this time.
You’re not sure what time it is, what you do know is that it’s still dark outside and your pregnancy hormones are in full swing – the second trimester was a pain for impromptu horniness during your first pregnancy, and this one is proving to be no different.
Your ex husband is still asleep, giving that he sleeps through anything and everything under the sun you've been trying to wake him for five minutes now, but nothing is working. It’s times like this you detest how much of a heavy sleeper he is, when you’re desperate and in need of some kind of relief.
“Kook…” You pepper his shoulder blade with gentle kisses and he begins to stir, his heavy body stretching out in your hold when he hums once. “Kook… Are you awake?” You sigh, hand trailing the strong lumps and bumps of his abdomen.
“Mmm.” He hums again, smacking his lips together. You know full-well he’s still asleep, a fraction of you feels guilty for trying to disturb his slumber but there’s an ache between your thighs that you know he can soothe. An ache that you want him to soothe.
“Jungkook…” Your hand sinks lower and lower, until you find the waistband of the grey boxer shorts he’d worn to bed. Your fingertips dip beneath the fabric teasingly, you rub his skin a little harder but he still doesn’t seem to catch on to your frustration, lost to a dreamland. “Fine…” You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the white ceiling, wide-awake.
Jungkook officially moved back in with you three weeks ago and your life has been a constant bliss ever since. He’s changed from his old stubborn ways, now helping with dinner and spending some much needed (and missed) quality time with you and Seol. You’re almost five months pregnant now, due for your gender scan tomorrow morning.
Seol came to your first scan appointment with you and Jungkook, the doe-eyed pair both tearing up upon hearing the baby Jeon’s tiny fluttering heartbeats which made you very emotional too. You're so full of love and joy recently, so much so that it almost outweighs the dreaded morning sickness you've been cursed with. It’s not the life you thought you would’ve had at this age, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Everything is perfect.
At least it would be if Jungkook woke up.
Feeling agitated and brazen you kick his shin, not hard, but not gentle either. This wins you another hum and some soft snores from the man beside you, one arm is bent beneath his pillow and the other hangs off the bed. There’s no sign of any movement so you try again with added force, kicking his shin and pushing his leg off the mattress with your foot.
“Mmm.” He smacks his lips together a few times again, the noise akin to him chewing something soft. You feel like screaming when his leg finds it’s way back to it’s original position on the bed and he squeezes his pillow tighter, nuzzling his cheek against it.
You exhale sharply, eyes trained to fluffy brunette hair gathered at the back of his dumb, selfish, still sound asleep head. Wow, pregnancy hormones are wild, you can’t recall the last time you were this pissed off and the poor guy’s fast asleep and has no idea.
“Jungkook.” You say loudly, sternly, burning a whole into his head.
Nothing, not even a hum or any sign of acknowledgement this time.
“Kook.” Your bitterness is amplified by another kick to his shin, this time maybe a little too hard to be considered an accident. Though there’s nothing accidental about what you’re doing and you’re fully aware of that fact.
“Jungkook. Kook. Jungkook.”
You poke at his back with your finger repeatedly, emphasising the call of his name but it’s to no avail. The man is out for the count and you know there’s nothing on earth that can disturb him when he’s in this deep of a sleep.
Sighing, you reach over to the bedside drawer and grab your battery operated boyfriend and shimmy your underwear down your legs in preparation. Thankfully you’re wearing a thin white cotton nightie with lemon detailing for bed, one of the only garments you own that still fit you by this point in your pregnancy, so it’s not too much of a hassle to set up station.
The neon pink bullet you’re holding finds it’s way to your clit when you press the on button, humming contently as the vibrations begin to ease the tension between your legs. You’re breathing heavier, the nape of your neck growing sweaty when you tuck your lower lip between your teeth to suppress shallow moans.
Like a poorly timed punchline of a bad joke Jungkook rolls over in bed, dark eyelashes still dusting the tops of his cheeks and lips still pouted as he snores. His strong inked arm finds your middle quickly and drags you closer to him, distracting you from the growing pleasure you’re giving yourself for a moment. It’s when you get back into the zone and close your eyes, focussing solely on how the vibrations feels against you that he smacks his lips together again.
“For god’s sake…” You groan flippantly, brain incapable of staying wholly committed to masturbating when your ex-husband is making chewing sounds right in your ear.
In this moment you don’t know which you’d prefer: fucking him, or killing him.
Increasing the bullet setting you sigh again, head lolling back against the pillow with a content hum. Thank god it’s doing something, you know that you’ll come soon enough if you can just focus on the task at hand. Sounds easy enough. You spread your legs a little wider, free hand coming up to cup your breast gently. Heat slowly floods your body and you know that your high is approaching, winning you to increase the speed again and suck in a breath at how sensitive you are.
Your mouth falls open, you’re so invested in the sensation deepening in your being that you don’t register that the snores have suddenly stopped. There’s no chewing sound anymore, there’s no sound at all save for the dull vibrations of every girl’s best friend.
“Y/N...?” Jungkook’s voice is quiet and heavy with sleep but it still finds a way to make you jump, eyes flying open and straight over to him.
Your ex-husband is looking at you with a tired smirk, a single brow raised as he blinks away the fatigue from his big, brown doe-eyes. Gaze flickering to the source of the noise he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest when his stare lands back on your face, the hold he has on your middle loosening. With equal parts embarrassment and caution you turn off the bullet, tossing it to the ground like nothing happened.
“Mmm?” Your lips make a flat line, fighting back an awkward smile.
At this Jungkook stretches again, big body shaking when he yawns – but still, he finds the strength to carefully climb on top of you, holding himself above your growing body with his arms. He’s smiling like an idiot, dark hair unruly and fluffy, sticking out in every direction to draw attention away from his puffy face.
“You should’ve woke me up.” He mumbles, lazily cocking his head to one side with judgement riddling his features.
You can’t stop the puff of air from escaping your nostrils, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “I tried, trust me I tried.” You admit, laughing breathily.
“Not hard enough apparently.” He giggles, lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck. “Next time just grab my cock and hop on, you know I don’t mind.”
Before you can respond his lips find yours, he kisses you gently, softly, albeit a little lazily. You kiss him back, bringing your hands to his messy hair where you tug on the locks very delicately, pulling him closer. It’s not long before a hum of approval falls from his mouth and into yours, along with his tongue and a weak moan. Using his knee he spreads your legs further apart, sucking timidly on your lower lip.
“I love you.” He whispers, voice croaky, lips making their way down to your jawline to litter the area with small kisses.
You exhale in bliss, a coy smile tugging the corners of your mouth, “I love you too.”
Jungkook’s breath is humid against your neck when he reaches one hand down to tug off his boxer shorts, kicking them out of bed. Spitting on his palm he smears the lubricant over his already hard cock, hooded eyes trained on you eagerly waiting for him to make you feel good. You offer him a kind, thankful smile and he chuckles in return.
“I’m serious, next time just wake me up. I’m never gonna get tired of waking up to you.”
You bite back a grin, “It wasn’t for lack of trying, nothing can wake you up.”
"Your vibrator woke me up." He reminds you with a tired smile, quirking a single brow.
"Sorry..."
“Roll onto your side.” He whispers, kissing you sweetly, voice so quiet it’s barely audible, and you oblige.
It’s when you’re lying on your left you feel his weight shift on the bed behind you, his warm hand carefully gripping your knee and lifting it in the air to give himself more room. Soon enough you feel the tip of his cock align with your slick entrance, he coats himself with some of it before slowly pushing himself inside. Your mouth falls open again, a content sigh escaping you when every inch is stuffed in your walls, you feel so full, so relieved yet still so frustrated all at once.
“You’re so beautiful…” He hums, adjusting his position until he’s right behind you, still holding your leg up in place. “So, so beautiful.”
“Please Kook…” You whimper shamelessly, pushing your hips back onto him.
“Don’t worry baby I’ve got you.” He kisses your shoulder, withdrawing himself almost entirely before pushing back in. It’s slow, very slow, intimate and almost docile. He’s fucking into you at a languid pace, keeping a steady rhythm that has you both breathing heavy and whispering profanities.
He replaces his hand on the bend of your knee with his forearm, dipping his fingers between your legs to massage your clit, just as leisurely as he’s making love to you.
“Oh-,” You exhale, a breathy groan betraying you, “Don’t stop, please… Don’t stop.” You beg him with tiny whispers, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.
Jungkook’s eyes are fluttered shut, kiss-swollen lips ajar, brows pinched ever so slightly as if he’s really concentrating on the feeling of what he’s doing to you. It’s when his tongue darts out to wet his lips that his shiny eyes slowly open, catching yours instantly. He smiles, breathing heavier and rubbing your sensitive area a little harder – never picking up the pace.
“Please don’t stop...” You repeat with a sigh, the familiar pang of heat beginning to envelop every nerve in your body.
He kisses your shoulder again, rolling his hips into you deeper with each thrust, being sure not to knock your stomach with his hand. “I don’t think I can,” He stifles a chesty moan by biting his lip, “I want you too much to stop.”
The combination of his lazy thrusts and inked fingers rubbing your clit has you close to reaching your peak, you’re quietly panting for air when your body grows even warmer than before. It’s when Kook’s shallow breaths turn to hushed grunts and groans that he pushes himself inside even deeper, filling you up to the brim all while sloppily massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Jungkook…” You whine, chewing your lip to keep quiet. “Right there, shit, right there…”
“Mmmmph,” He hisses, feeling your walls beginning to tighten, “Come for me baby, wanna feel you c-come.” His words lost to the sound of a guttural moan escaping your lips, spilling into your hands that try to conceal the noise when you come intensely and seemingly out of nowhere, walls pulsating and throbbing around his thick cock.
“Shit shit shit shit…” Jungkook exhales shakily, gripping your hip to drag you back further onto his length. “Gonna come, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face into your shoulder when his own orgasm reaches his peak and he spurts strings of hot come deep inside you, occasionally thrusting back into you to ride out his high.
With a bit of effort he pulls out of you with a breathy chuckle, falling back-first onto the bed before snaking his arms round your middle and pulling you close. You feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from your body, all your muscles soft and wobbly with post-orgasm bliss when you curl up against Jungkook’s strong chest, to which he plants a sweet kiss to your temple and sighs.
“Get some sleep,” He hums, hand reassuringly rubbing the spans of your torso, “Big day tomorrow, or today… What time is it?”
But you don’t answer him, sleep having finally come easy to you now that you’ve been taken care of. Jungkook laughs tiredly, smoothing out your hair before softly kissing your head, attempting to succumb to his own slumber that was so rudely interrupted by your whimpers and the dull vibrations of the bullet he hates so much.
Pregnancy is wild.
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“What if it’s two boys?” Seol grins from the chair at the far end of Dr Kim’s purple office, “It’ll be four boys to one girl at home.”
Oh god, truthfully you hadn’t thought of that. You’ll be outnumbered to say the least, and as discovered with Seol potty training boys can be somewhat difficult… And he was only one baby. Your eyes widen, mouth turning dry as Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightens. You’re both looking at the screen expectantly, Dr Kim pressing the medical device into your rounded abdomen to get a better look of the babies.
“I don’t think I could put up with four of you,�� You snicker, playfully rolling your eyes, “You two are demanding enough as it is.” Despite Seol being thirteen now he is in fact quite the mommy’s boy, and now that you and Jungkook are back together he too is very needy for your attention. It’s nice though, it’s a lot nicer than things used to be between you both that’s for sure. You wouldn't change this for the world.
“I take it you’re hoping for two baby girls?” Dr Kim asks with a genuine, dimpled grin. Over the course of your pregnancy you’ve grown very fond of Dr Kim, especially since your HG diagnosis. He always checks in on you, never gets angry when Jungkook calls him at 3AM with concerns about your health. He’s just a great doctor, you feel safe in his presence and at this point you’d consider him to be more of a friend rather than a medical professional.
“Or just the one.” Jungkook beams, gnawing his lips anxiously, “One of each doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Well I can tell you that you won’t be blessed with a boy and a girl,” Dr Kim chuckles, “Babies are sharing the same sack meaning they’re identical. So they’re either both girls or both boys.”
Jungkook’s grip on your hand is strong enough for you to frown, wincing slightly. He’s so nervous bless his soul. It’s no secret that he wants to be a girl-dad, even when you were pregnant with Seol he hoped for a girl – longing for a daughter to protect and father, to braid her hair, hold her hand, support her dreams and show her the ways of the world and be her number one fan when she takes it by storm.
Of course he wasn’t disappointed with how things worked out in the end, he loves having a son now, someone to talk to about Marvel superheroes and arm wrestle with. Seol and Jungkook are one of the same, like they’ve been copied and pasted and their bond is unbreakable, they may be father and son but they're also best friends.
However you know that Kook longs for something different, a new parenting experience, and the way his features have washed pale and clammy is just a reminder of how much he’s really hoping for a baby girl. Well, two baby girls.
“We’ll be happy either way.” You smile, glancing at Jungkook who hasn’t stopped sweating or attempting to break your hand since you laid down on the doctors bed.
Kook nods in agreement, though his profile is still crumpled with anxiety, “Right… As long as they’re healthy.”
“Well everything looks good, heartbeats are perfect, babies are as big as they should be things look to be in order and healthy.” Dr Kim smiles, brows raising when he catches sight of something on the monitor you and Jungkook are clearly not noticing, “So would you like to know the gender now? Or we can have it put in an envelope for you to open privately, or we actually sell confetti cannons at the reception if you’re having a gender reveal—”
“Now.” Jungkook’s leg bounces impatiently, “We’d like to know now please.” He lifts your entwined hands to his lips, kissing your fingers gently.
“Y/N?” Dr Kim eyes you cautiously, making sure, “You’re sure you’d like to know?”
“Yes.” You nod quickly, heart racing in your chest which is comically obvious on one of the monitors hooked up to your fingertip. “We’d like to know now please, Seol come over and see!”
Dr Kim uses his right index finger to point to the screen, truthfully the image is nothing more than fuzziness and uncertainty to you, but you can make out the tiny faces that are looking to each other. One baby has their hand up displaying what looks to be a peace sign with their two exceptionally small fingers and you, Jungkook and Seol all laugh.
"That's my girl." Kook gasps, eyes big and rounded with astonishment.
"Or boy." Seol adds, taking pictures of the babies on his phone.
“Okay so do you see this here? This is baby number one’s pelvis,” The Dr is pointing at the screen, Seol is squinting at the image equally as confused as you but Jungkook seems to catch onto something you don’t, his grip loosening.
“Is that… A penis?” He says somewhat sheepishly, disappointment evident in his words.
At this Dr Kim bites back laughter, nose scrunching, “Not quite, that’s baby number two’s foot.”
“Oh.” Kook exhales, and you can’t help but snort. “I don’t see anything…”
“Exactly.” Dr Kim nods, a knowing grin pulling his plump lips when he continues to point at the screen, circling one area, “This is where baby’s penis would be, if she had one.”
Jungkook’s chin quivers, not once does he look away from the television, nor can he stop smiling, “She?” He asks for confirmation, doe-eyes glassy and swimming in emotions.
“She.” The Dr nods again, a heartfelt smile warming his features, “Congratulations mom and dad, you have two healthy baby girls on the way.”
You and Seol share a loving look, “I’m gonna have two little sisters! I can beat up their boyfriends and teach them karate!” He exclaims proudly, “Can I name one of them? That one will be my favourite—”
“That’s not how that works you can’t have a favourite Seol.” You roll your eyes with a giggle, using your free hand to hold your sons.
But to Jungkook your conversation fades to white noise, his heart is racing, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, he’s not sure if he’s even blinked since the revelation was made. He’s going to have two beautiful baby girls, two daughters, two tiny loves of his life to raise and protect. His chest bursts with pride, tears cascading down the skin of his cheeks. He tries to wipe them away with his jacket sleeve but it’s no use, he’s fucking sobbing, breath catching in his throat, vision blurred.
Everything is perfect.
x
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Stay With Me | Communication
exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, E2L, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count - 3.2k
It's time to tell Seol that his parents are back together. Warnings: swearing, heavy(ish) angst, serious dad jk, also unserious dad jk
SERIES COLLECTION
At ten weeks pregnant with twins it’s getting harder and harder to find clothes that fit. Your dresses are tight, jeans are you worst enemy and you’ve been living in sweatpants for weeks. Working from home as much as you can to battle the endless nausea and vomiting.
Today is a work day like no other, as an art dealer you’ve been corresponding to emails from clients and artists between trips to the bathroom. To say you feel like shit would be an understatement – you have zero energy, multiple pregnancies are no joke.
The Jeon twins are the size of strawberries this week.
Seol is at school thankfully, though he’s recently grown suspicious of your behaviour and sickness and sudden desire to wear only comfy clothes. Jungkook has been coming over for dinner a lot too which has sparked occasional curious questions from your son. But all of that ends tonight.
Because tonight is the night you and Jungkook are going to tell Seol everything.
It took your ex-husband a lot of convincing on his part, but you’ve come to the agreement that things would be better for you both if he moved back into your home. Having HG is only one factor in the situation but even you can’t deny the diagnosis is taking a toll on you. Some days your head hurts so much that even just opening your eyes is a challenge, you could do with the extra help around the house.
Fear and dread only amplifies your nausea, you have no idea how Seol is going to react to the news since it’s a lot for a twelve year old to take in. Which may be the reason it was decided to tell him today. Your birthday. Another birthday you can’t drink alcohol for, another birthday pregnant. Thirteen years ago today you were in this exact situation when Seol refused to make an appearance before his due date. To be frank, being pregnant on your birthday sucks.
“Mom? Mom wake up…” Seol’s voice disturbs your slumber on the sofa, you must’ve dozed off here a couple of hours ago. You’re still wearing grey sweatpants and a lilac hoodie, despite the fact you wanted to change before he came home from school and Jungkook came over.
“Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook stands in the doorway suited up in his work attire, wearing concerned features that mirror your sons. Sometimes you forget how alike they look, until they’re both standing before you doe-eyed and borderline identical.
“Hey…” You sit up with a coy smile, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry I must’ve fallen asleep…”
Seol is still dressed in his school uniform so you know he’s only just made it through the door, Jungkook probably picked him up and came straight here from work. It’s when you’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you remember it’s your birthday, Seol’s holding a huge bouquet of roses and a frown. “You’re always tired recently…”
You sigh, grinning when you stand and take the flowers from your son, “I know… Are these for me?”
“Yeah! Dad said you like roses but I wasn’t sure.”
“I do like roses, thank you.” Your sleepy gaze lands on Jungkook, who’s taking his suit jacket off by the door with a knowing smile tugging the corners of his lips.
“Any time. Happy birthday Y/N.”
All three of you make your way into the dining room, you’re planning to put the roses in a vase but the only one big enough is at the very top of the shelf and you can’t possibly reach all the way up there. Thankfully Kook notices you struggling and easily grabs the vase, taking the flowers from you before planting them into the decorative glassware. You’re smiling, he’s smiling, and Seol catches you in the act.
Your son awkwardly clears his throat, ruffling the back of his dark hair, “Umm… Mom… Can I ask you something?”
Both you and his father snap your attention to him, wide-eyed and panicked.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” Your voice comes out smooth and honeyed all while you prepare yourself for emotional destruction. He knows. You know he knows because he can’t look you or Jungkook in the eye, instead his own stare is trained to the flowers now sitting proudly in the centre of the wooden dining table.
“Why did you invite dad over for dinner on your birthday? I thought your birthday dinner was just for us... It’s been like that since you broke up.” His words hit you like an knife to the heart, as does the way Jungkook’s big body deflates with something akin to disappointment when he nervously bites at the cuticle around his thumb.
“Seol…” You attempt to gather your thoughts, heart racing when you gesture for everybody to sit down. While Kook takes his usual spot at the top of the dining table Seol doesn’t move, he stays standing in the doorway anxiously gnawing his lower lip which only breaks your heart more.
“Your father and I… Well…” On queue Jungkook holds his hand out for you to take, and you do, but you feel less than comforted by the gesture when Seol inhales sharply as soon as he catches sight of it. Did he just gasp?
“We’ve been dating for a few months now, I’m sorry we didn’t tell—”
Your son cuts you off with a bright grin, “You’re what?!”
“We're back together son... And if you’re okay with it…” Jungkook tugs you onto his lap until you’re sitting on his thigh, but surprisingly Seol doesn’t grimace or look uncomfortable in any way shape or form. In fact his smile widens when he buries his hands into his trouser pockets. “I’m going to move back in with you guys. Only if you’re okay with it though.”
“Yes! Yes that’s okay! Oh my god mom I was so nervous I had my suspicions but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, is this for real?! Are you gonna get married again?! Can I come to the wedding this time?!?!” Your chest swells and tightens all at once with something only to be described as love and delight. It’s not long before Seol is standing in front of you both with an arm round each of you, head nestled between his parents with a sentimental beaming grin.
You’re overly emotional, hormonal, happy, one year older, and everything hits you at once. You’re trying to blink through the tears but it’s no use, your cheeks are stained with worn mascara yet ache from smiling.
“If we get married again of course you can come.” Kook chuckles, planting a happy kiss to his son’s head. “It’s not like we didn’t invite you last time kid you just didn’t exist yet.” He laughs.
You sniffle, mirroring Jungkook’s kiss to the other side of Seol’s head, “Seol... Sweetie I need you to sit down for a sec, okay?”
“Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy?” He asks innocently.
You nod, messily wiping away your tears with the hoodie sleeve, “Of course I’m happy, but your father and I have something to tell you.”
He sits on the chair next to you with a big dumb grin and sparkly eyes, “You’re not pregnant are you?”
Your heart sinks and Jungkook squeezes your middle extra tight. There’s a tense and noticeable shift in atmosphere that Seol picks up on immediately. His doe-eyes are animatedly round and wide, smile fading, head shaking from left to right slowly.
“No… Mom.” He says quietly, nervously flicking his gaze between you and his father. “You’re not… Are you pregnant?”
From behind you Jungkook clears his throat somewhat uncomfortably, his voice is low and cautious when the words slip from his mouth. “Yeah. We’re pregnant Seol, almost three months pregnant. So you’re going to be a big brother soon.”
You can’t peel your stare away from your son, your heart shattering into tens of millions of tiny pieces when you see him swallow as he digests the information. He looks disappointed, he looks hurt, maybe even a little offended or jealous. It’s silent, save for the sound of your heartbeat prominent in your ears. You can’t take it any longer, especially when a shaky sigh escapes him.
“Seol—”
“Sorry mom.” He coughs, a feeble attempt to mask his discomfort, “I’m… I-, I need to get changed before dinner."
"Sweetie wait!" You try to stop him by gently gripping his wrist but it’s too late, he’s already gone.
You try to stand up but Jungkook stops you, burying his face in your hair with a gentle kiss. You sigh, feeling useless and uncertain of what to do moving forward. The way Seol’s face dropped… It will always be burned into the corners of your mind. You’re emotional again, and Jungkook reassuringly rubs your tummy as if on instinct.
“He’ll come around Y/N… He just needs time to process it. He’s been an only child for so long.” His voice is soft and caring, but does little to cheer you up. “I’ll go and speak to him, here…” He peels his wallet from his trousers, carefully transferring you to another chair as though you’re as fragile as Bone China. “Use my card, order whatever you fancy for dinner. Order extra because Dr Kim said you need to start gaining weight soon. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Kook—”
“I’ve got this, okay?” He smiles, a genuine soft and small smile that warms your heart before he grips your hand and kisses it. “You don’t have to be the tough parent all the time anymore.”
He leaves you at the table scrolling through a food delivery app, even though eating is the last thing on your mind right now you know he’s right. You have to eat something for the growing babies inside you at the very least. When Jungkook looks back over his shoulder he sees you visibly upset trying to mask your sobs, he fights back a pained sigh, heading upstairs to Seol’s bedroom.
“Seol? Can I come in?” Jungkook asks after knocking twice, lips pursed into an uncomfortable flat line.
“No.” His son’s voice is muffled by the door.
Rather than barging in like he wants to, he manages to find the restraint and stop himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please…?”
When Seol doesn’t respond straight away he grows impatient, he’s about to open the door when it opens from the other side. Revealing his son now wearing a sage green loungewear set and slightly puffy cheeks from crying. His heart breaks all over again. “Can I sit with you for a little bit?”
“Why?” Seol sniffles.
“Because I need to talk to you, is that okay?”
“…I guess.” The younger male hesitantly steps to one side to allow his father into the bedroom. It’s been a while since Jungkook set foot in here, it’s much cleaner that he remembers it to be and he can’t help but wonder if you’ve overworked yourself keeping it tidy or if Seol is actually an organised young man these days.
“So…” Kook sits on the bed, glancing round at the numerous game posters that adorn the mint green painted walls, “That could’ve gone better, your mom’s a little upset that you didn’t stay downstairs with us.”
Seol visibly deflates and sits next to his father, welcoming the heavy tattooed arm that pulls him in for a hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles into Kook’s shoulder, “I’ll apologise to mom too.”
Jungkook’s voice is deep and throaty, yet sweet when he speaks. “I know this is a big change for us, but it’s an exciting one right? I thought you always wanted a little brother or sister? You used to ask for one all the time when you were younger.”
“Then you moved out and I stopped thinking about it.” Seol admits with another sniffle, his words winning his father’s hold to tighten around him. “But I guess a little brother or sister wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world… Is that why mom’s been so ill lately?”
“Mmm.” Kook nods knowingly, “She has something called HG, it’s more common in multiple pregnancies.” His eyes widen for a split second when he realises nobody stated that you’re having twins yet. He clears his throat, tonguing his cheek before he speaks again, “We’re having twins… So you might have two baby brothers or two baby sisters on the way.”
Seol pulls back with a tiny smile and shiny doe-eyes, peering up at his father with a hopeful expression. “Really? Do you have any photos of them I can see?”
“Not yet. You can come to the appointment with us if you want to see them though, I’m sure Dr Kim will be fine with that. You can help us think of some names too, I bet you’ll think of really good ones.” He grins at the thought, rubbing the younger’s arm.
“Dad?” Seol’s nervously chewing the inside of his cheek, a bad habit he inherited from his father.
“Yeah?”
“…You’re not going to move out again if you move back in are you? I-, I know mom doesn’t like talking about it but she was really sad when you left… I could hear her crying through the wall at night and I don’t want to see her like that again. I hated it.”
Jungkook stiffens, racing heart dropping into the deepest part of his stomach when he hears that, “I’m not going anywhere son. I love mom, okay? I always have and I always will—”
“Then why did you leave us in the first place?” While his question is innocent enough, and genuine, it still finds a way to chip at Jungkook’s heart.
“It’s complicated Seol, but you’re becoming a man now so I’ll try to explain it as best as I can.” His large palm pats his son’s shoulder reassuringly when he exhales, “I wasn’t a good husband, I was selfish and I put other things before your mom when I shouldn’t have. But that’s not going to happen anymore, I missed her too much to fuck this up again.”
“You just swore in front of me.” Seol giggles, pulling away from his father.
Jungkook nods slowly, grinning, “Well you are almost thirteen, as you keep reminding me. Just don’t tell mom.”
“Does that mean I can swear now too?”
Kook snorts, playfully pushing Seol over on the bed until he falls back onto the cushions. “Don’t push your luck kid. Is that why you’re upset? Because you think I’ll move out again?”
Seol shrugs when he sits back up, smile quickly fading. “Maybe. I don’t know…”
“Come on, you can tell me anything. How are you really feeling about this?” Jungkook’s never usually one to get serious with his son, selfishly he used to leave these kinds of conversations for you to deal with. But he’s staying true to his word, he has changed, he's matured and he’s going to spend the rest of his life making up for his previous behaviour.
Shrugging again Seol’s voice is barely audible, coming out as more of a mumble. “Excited that you're coming home but... Scared—”
“Why are you scared?” His father frowns. He can tell Seol doesn’t want to look at him so he busies himself unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid, come on tell me.” Kook’s palm finds Seol’s leg, he pats it twice as if to emphasise his question.
“I… I don’t want to share you and mom with babies. I like spending time with you both separately. I like going to the movies with you on a weekend and I like staying up late talking to mom watching TV. Even when she makes me do a face mask sometimes. But now I’m gonna have siblings and that’s all gonna change…”
“Hey you listen to me right now.” Jungkook’s voice lowers an octave when he looks straight into his mini me’s doe-eyes, profile serious, “Yeah, we’re going to spend a lot more time together as a family but we can still have our father and son days out. I don’t want to give those up. And mom loves spending time with you too, I’m not gonna come between whatever routines you have together when I move back in. If you need some time with just me or just mom that’s okay son. Even after the babies arrive it’ll still be okay. We’re a team.”
“…Thanks dad.” Seol’s smile is genuine and Kook can tell he feels relieved, these conversations aren’t as hard as he thought after all. Communication. That’s all it takes.
“Come on, let’s have a nice meal together for your mother’s birthday. Do not tell her I dropped the f bomb in front of you or she’ll kill me.”
Seol rolls his eyes, grimacing when he stands, voice oozing disgust, “Nobody calls it the f bomb anymore… You’re so old.”
When Jungkook reaches the bedroom door he opens it, glancing back at his mini-me with fond eyes but raised brows. "Apologise to your mother for running off, and to me because I am not old."
"Aren't you 40 soon?" His son chuckles, wearing the same mischievous smirk Jungkook was famous for as a child. He really is the double of his father in every sense of the word. "I didn't think old people could even have babies."
"Oh trust me... We can." Jungkook winks animatedly, and Seol gags on thin air, shoving his fingers deep into his ears when he runs past him.
"La la la la la la! Ahh that's disgusting, that's so disgusting!" He jogs down the stairs, jumping the last four steps as opposed to walking down them like a normal person.
Kook snorts, chasing after him with heavy footsteps in fits of laughter. It's like he never left at all.
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Stay With Me | Nausea
exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, fluff, smut
Word Count - 3k
You feel like shit, and Jungkook wants to move back in. Warnings: swearing, pregnancy related illnesses and symptoms, light arguing
SERIES COLLECTION
“I’m really sorry you had to hear that…” You mumble, climbing back into bed after another violent vomiting fit in the ensuite bathroom. Your head hurts, your breasts hurt, and you’re already over this pregnancy and you’re only six weeks pregnant.
Baby Jeon is the size of a lentil this week.
Jungkook props himself up on his elbows, empathy blanketing his sharp handsome features. His brunette hair is tousled and damp from the shower he took recently, he’s wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and a pained expression. Thick eyebrows pinched together, lips ajar before he speaks.
“It’s nothing I haven’t heard before… still feeling like shit?” His voice is honeyed but cautious. He pulls the white covers over your frame before sitting up in bed, slowly rubbing the spans of your back. Even the taste of toothpaste lingering on in your mouth makes you nauseous, you swallow, trying to will away the disgust.
“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes.
Seol is sleeping over at Jungkook’s parents this weekend, to say they’re over the moon about him spending more time there would be a huge understatement. It was Jungkook’s idea since you’re feeling so grim lately and could do with having some time away from parental responsibilities. Truthfully you’re not sure if he’s told his parents everything… As in: you’re back together and expecting baby number two. But they were thrilled to take Seol off your hands, apparently they’re taking him to Disneyland for two days. Honestly you’re a little jealous.
“I don’t remember you being this ill when we had Seol.” Kook’s voice comes out barely a whisper, still massaging your back through your shimmering lilac silk pyjamas. Your favourite pyjamas. The same pyjamas you won’t be able to fit into soon. You sigh.
You’re visibly uncomfortable when you shift on the bed, tugging on your exes heart strings. “Me neither. And I’ve got another thirty four weeks of this to go…” You groan, perhaps you’re being a little dramatic considering it’s nausea and a light migraine but you do feel atrocious. Frankly you’ve never felt this ill in your whole life.
“Mmm it’s okay, I’m here… How are you feeling now? About being pregnant?” Kook clears his throat, his thumbs now kneading your shoulders while you lie flat on your stomach. Something else you won’t be able to do soon. “…About us?”
“I mean… We’re not doing great with the whole ‘taking things slow’ situation, are we?” A wary yet slightly humorous chuckle escapes you.
Three months ago you and your ex-husband were separated, paths barely crossing each other’s save for the weekly switch over of parenthood. It was a bleak time in your life, you’ve missed Jungkook there’s no doubt about it but things were a hell of a lot simpler three months ago. Now here you are, six weeks pregnant with another Jeon baby. It’s not that you’re unhappy about being pregnant, you’re just… uncertain of what it means for your future, especially where your ex-husband is concerned.
Jungkook is nodding with the hint of a frown, fingers still working their magic on your tense muscles. “I know… But I was thinking once we tell Seol I can move back in so you’re not going through this alone.”
“Wait what?” Your eyes bulge from your skull, rolling over on the bed until you’re on your back and Jungkook’s doe-eyes are equally as wide with concern as they peer down at you. “We’ve only just got back together… I don’t want to rush any big decisions—”
“You mean big decisions like having another baby?” His brow quirks, the smile he wears fading into a thin line.
“Kook that’s not what I mean…”
“Then what do you mean by that? No,” He shakes his head, hands making their way down to your tummy, “I don’t want to miss any of this Y/N. I know it might seem a little fast but it’s not like we’ve never lived together before. Besides if you’re already this sick you could use the extra—”
“Stop. Just slow down a sec.” You place your palms atop of his inked fingers with another sigh. “You wouldn’t be considering moving back in if I wasn’t pregnant. So we shouldn’t rush into anything, we haven’t even told Seol yet.”
Jungkook looks visibly put off, his features glum and weary when he gently rubs your stomach. His hands are warm, a little calloused from lifting weights but you don’t push him away as his touch feels almost soothing in a way. All you want is for him to understand your point of view, it is too fast for him to be moving back in. Way too fast. Suddenly your whole life flashes before your eyes, brain replaying memories of the past on a loop. You can’t afford to get ahead of yourselves with this, not when there’s now two children’s feelings to consider.
“Are you saying you don’t want me to move back in?” His tone is laced with sadness that makes your chest hurt, be it intentional or not you’ll never know. But it’s enough to make you uncomfortable.
“I didn’t say that at all.” You exhale, semi-irritated. “I just think we need to hold off you moving back in for now. First of all we need to tell Seol, and god knows how he’s going to react. Especially when he finds out I’m pregnant.”
There’s a mutual discomfort between you at the mention of your son’s reaction. It’s no secret that he’s always longed for his parents to get back together, but now that it’s happening you can’t help but feel like he’s going to be displeased. Yet another change for him to accommodate. And a sibling on top of that? For a twelve year old he’s pretty responsible and understanding, but like everything else there’s a limit to how much he can handle.
Kook chews his lower lip, shifting on the bed until he’s laid next to you, keeping one hand on your belly where he traces small intricate patterns with his fingertips. “I’m sorry. Forget I mentioned it—”
“You don’t need to apologise.” You roll over to face him, guilt eroding your insides when you catch sight of his absent expression, “Let’s just take this one step at a time, yeah?”
An unamused puff of air rips from your exes nostrils, one that makes you want to roll your eyes but you refrain, “Except we’ve started from step one hundred and missed out the first ninety nine.”
You see his point of view, you do. But it’s clear as day he doesn’t see yours. A familiar occurrence, one you’ve had to deal with many times in the past. The thing about Jungkook is that he thinks with his heart, not his head. While sometimes it can be endearing and turn out for the best, you know that this situation should be dealt with rationally, not emotionally.
“Jungkook.” Your tone is stern, a warning that you don’t want to talk about this right now if he’s not willing to have a rational conversation with you.
He sighs, long eyelashes dusting his cheekbones when he closes his eyes, “You’re right. I’m sorry… I just-, I really don’t want to miss any of this. It’s probably going to be the last time it happens and I want to be here for all of it.”
“I know you do honey…” You hum, the familiar rush of sickness already crawling it’s way back up to your mouth. You swallow. “We’ll talk about it properly as a family, when Seol knows.”
At this he nods, opening his eyes to gaze at you fondly. “Okay.” He offers a small smile, and thankfully drops the subject giving you the space you need to rush to the bathroom and throw up. Again.
It’s the next morning when you wake on the black tiled bathroom floor, having passed out in here next to the toilet during one of your late night vomiting sessions. Jungkook lazily enters the room with fluffy hair and big, worried doe-eyes when he sinks to his knees. Rubbing your back.
“Y/N? How long have you been in here?” His voice is thick and groggy with sleep but you don’t miss the panic laced in his words. There are birds chirping outside, light pours in through the window and you figure you must’ve been in here for a good few hours at least. It’s a moment later when your ex scoops you up in his strong arms and carries you to the bedroom, carefully placing you on the warm bed that you welcome beneath your weight.
“We should call Dr Kim…” Jungkook reaches for his phone before you can argue with him, and truthfully you don’t have the energy to tell him to stop what he’s doing. “This isn’t right, you shouldn’t be this sick already.”
Your voice is croaky, throat sore, head pounding and stomach already threatening to empty itself again. “I’m okay…” Except you’re not. You feel disgusting.
“Hi Dr Kim? Sorry I know it’s early and a Saturday… It’s Jeon Jungkook.” His voice is calm but he’s pacing the room, nervously biting down on his free thumb with pinched brows. “Not really, Y/N’s sick. Like really sick. Yeah. I don’t know… Um okay, one sec-,” He looks over at your tired frame, visibly growing more and more concerned, “How many times have you been sick? In the last 24 hours?”
You can’t help but scoff at this. You have no idea, it’s all starting to blur into one. “A lot.”
“More than ten?” He swallows, edging his way over until he’s sat on the edge of the bed with a palm resting on your bent leg.
You nod. It’s definitely been more than ten.
“More than ten times,” He repeats, hanging onto every word the Dr says over the phone. “Yeah okay. No that’s no problem, thank you. We’ll see you soon. Thanks bye.”
Jungkook is quick to make his way over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants and a plain baggy t shirt of the same colour and places them on the bed. He gets you some clean underwear and a sports bra, presumably because you’ve been complaining about how much the underwire in your usual style of bra has been killing your sore breasts. He piles everything together and fishes through his weekend bag for his own clothes, glancing over at you with a tight frown.
“Are you going to be okay getting dressed? Dr Kim wants to see us as soon as possible.” His voice is quiet, oozing fear when he messily throws a navy blue supreme t shirt onto his frame.
“Mhm.” You groan, sitting up, head spinning.
Despite the fact you told him you’re capable of getting yourself dressed Kook helps you into your clothes with gentle hands. Soon he’s guiding you to his car before opening the passenger door for you. He even reaches over you to click in your seatbelt, all while watching you closely. And before long he’s speeding down the streets of your hometown to the doctor’s office.
When you arrive you bolt out of the car, the journey having set your sickness off even more. You barely make it to a nearby dustbin before you’re vomiting again. You’re so embarrassed, even more so when Jungkook literally sprints over to you to rub your back, car keys still in his hands. This isn’t right, you were never this bad with Seol. Is it your age? Are older women more prone to this kind of morning sickness? You’re coughing, spluttering and cursing under your breath with each massing moment.
“Hey it’s okay…” Jungkook coos, holding your hair back with one hand, patting your back with the other. “Dr Kim will know what to do. Can you walk okay?”
“I’m pregnant Jungkook, not incapable of walking.” You half-groan half-laugh, still head first over the dustbin, “My legs work fine.”
At this chuckles lowly, “I don’t mind carrying you.”
“I’m fine.” You reassure him, albeit not very convincingly.
When you finally make it inside Dr Kim’s office he takes your blood pressure and weighs you. To your surprise you’ve actually lost 8lbs in two weeks – though it shouldn’t be surprising really. Considering you can’t keep anything down. When Dr Kim advised you that you’ve lost weight Jungkook’s features washed pale and clammy, it’s clear as day how worried he is and you think back to your conversation last night.
Maybe him moving back in would be the best option after all… If he hadn’t physically dragged you here you probably would’ve still been in bed right now, it’s obvious he has yours and the baby’s best interest at heart. But what about Seol? You don’t want to confuse or upset him. Are you even ready for Jungkook to move back in yet? You’ve gotten so used to your own space...
“What you’re experiencing is HG.” Dr Kim’s voice pulls you from your daydream, both you and Jungkook hanging onto every word he speaks. “Or Hyperemesis Gravidarum in medical terms, severe nausea and vomiting. It’s really important that you take care of yourself and drink plenty of fluids, women who experience HG are more at risk of being dehydrated.”
“But Y/N’s okay? The baby is okay?” Kook finds your hand resting on your lap and grips it, lacing his fingers with yours when he tucks his hair away from his eyes to get a better view of the doctor. “Is it normal to lose weight while pregnant?”
Dr Kim nods slowly, “Women with HG do lose weight in the first trimester, but with you having this I need to make you aware that you are now what we consider to be a high risk pregnancy.”
“High risk?” You choke, instinctively holding onto Jungkook a little tighter.
“HG has been proven to increase the risks of complications within pregnancy. Preeclampsia, preterm delivery, and in the most severe cases… Stillbirth. But don’t worry, we’re going to take good care of you and make sure none of that happens.”
“Well is there anything we can do to get rid of it?!” You’ve never seen the intense look blanketing Kook’s face before, it’s an expression you can only describe as pure terror. “Or ease it somehow so she’s not as sick?”
Dr Kim looks almost guilty, “Unfortunately not… I’m really sorry. You’ll be closely monitored from here Y/N. And the symptoms of HG to tend to die down after the first twenty weeks—”
“Twenty weeks?!” You gasp, eyes animatedly wide. There’s no way you can handle feeling like this for that long, and there’s no way Jungkook can watch you go through this for that long either.
“I know it’s unsettling and I can only imagine what you’re feeling right now, but my other patients who have had HG carried to full term, and delivered healthy happy babies.” Dr Kim’s smile is apologetic and reassuring all at once, softened by the dimples either side of his plump lips.
Jungkook’s rubbing his thumb to your skin when he speaks, but his eyes are fixed to the doctor opposite you behind his desk. “…Is the baby okay for definite?”
“I’m sure baby is fine Mr Jeon, but why don’t we take a look while you’re here?”
It’s been a long time since you were lying flat on your back in a doctor’s office with clear jelly spread on your abdomen. You flinch a little, forgetting how cold it is. Of course Jungkook is right by your side, squeezing your hand with both of his while eagerly watching the small ultrasound screen next to you.
“Ahhh… That makes sense.” Dr Kim smirks, and Jungkook snaps his eyes to him instantly.
“Is everything okay?” His voice is shaky and riddled with concern when the hold on your hand tightens.
The doctor nods, moving the device over your stomach before pointing to the screen. Winning you and your ex-husband to look at it closely. Your heart races inside your chest, breathing uneven when you register what you’re looking at. A little baby lentil, so tiny yet so beautiful even if the picture quality is grainy and hard to make out… And something else.
“Congratulations mom and dad. Looks like you’re having twins.”
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Stay With Me | Forgotten Memories
exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, smut, fluff
Word count: 3.2k
Two years after your divorce you still struggle with the realities of co-parenting. Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of divorce & relationship breakdown
MINIERIES COLLECTION
The drive to your ex-husband’s new apartment is always something you dread. Jungkook lives almost forty minutes away by car, you’re a little over halfway now and thankfully your son Seol is far too invested in something on his phone to notice your distain.
Jeon Jungkook, where do you even begin?
It was a classic tale of love at first sight, except the two of you were actually dating other people when you met. Jungkook had been with his girlfriend Pearl for almost three years at that point, they were high school sweethearts who moved in together for college. But it wasn’t all sunshine and romance, in fact, Pearl had been cheating on him throughout the course of their relationship with almost all of his ‘friends’ he played football with. He didn’t know that the night you met though, nor did you.
As for you, that fateful night you were in your first year of college – two years younger than Jungkook. You were shy and quiet, still adjusting to the lifestyle being a student had to offer. It didn’t help that your boyfriend Yoongi went to a different college, more than six thousand miles away from your new life. In a dark yet comedic twist of fate it turned out that Yoongi had also been unfaithful, but again, you weren’t aware of that when you initially met Kook, nor was he.
The memory of your first encounter with Jungkook still plays clearly in your head, even after all these years. You were in the library one Wednesday night trying to find a book from your reading list, you can’t even remember which class it was for now. There you were, skimming the shelves with brows pinched together in concentration until you found it, the large leather bound book dusty beneath your fingertips when you gripped it. Except you weren’t the only one hoping to check out that book.
From the other side of the shelf Jungkook looked for the biggest, heaviest looking book he could find, one that looked old and dusty so he could be certain nobody would want to check it out any time soon. He needed a new spider killer, giving that he’d lost the previous book he used. It’s funny really, how a man so muscular and fierce looking could be absolutely terrified of spiders. But he was, he still is. His method of getting rid of them is a little unorthodox, throwing the heaviest, biggest non-breakable object he can at them and praying it crushes them so he doesn’t have to deal with it at a close range. Hence the desire to take the enormous, heavy duty looking book you already had your hands on.
“Oh-,” You remember his surprise to find someone wanting the same reading material as him, “I’m sorry this ones taken...” He’d said with the faintest smirk, you could barely see him through the row of books but you sure do recall those big, chocolate doe-eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the person he’d labelled as the book thief. A nick name that stuck throughout your fifteen year relationship, twelve of which being married.
“I’m sorry… I need this for my assignment. It’s due next Friday, can I have it until then?” You were so painfully shy back then, hands growing clammy at the prospect of being a burden to someone, “I can give you it when I’ve finished my paper… I won’t need it for long. Just a couple days.”
It was like time itself stopped, the world stood still and the faint voices of other students became nothing more than white noise. Your heart hammered inside your chest, breath hitching in your throat when the owner of the voice made his way round the shelf with big, tattooed arms folded over his chest.
“You promise? Just a couple of days?” His voice was honeyed, there was something about his demeanour that softened as soon as he looked at you. He was stunning. At the time you felt guilty for finding another man attractive, giving you had a boyfriend, but Jungkook was… Something else. His hair was long enough to tickle his hooded eyelids, his big body towered over yours but in a non-threatening way, and his face and muscles looked as though they were carved by horny angels.
“Promise.” You nodded with a coy smile that made the man weak at the knees.
He smiled, a breath taking, panty-dropping gorgeous smile, “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”
“Y/N… I’m a first year so I haven’t been here long…” A bashful chuckle escaped your lips, “What’s your name?”
“Jungkook. I’m a third year... So what’s your major?”
The day before your wedding Jungkook had sent you a video of himself, kind of like a vlog but not in an obnoxious ‘hi guys welcome back to my channel’ way. He was sitting in his college apartment, one you recognised straight away. It was recorded barely an hour after your first interaction with him. The final year student was tipsy, flashing his signature bunny-like grin to the camera wearing khaki pyjamas that were almost sheer.
“Hi Jungkook,” He nodded with confidence toward the camera, proceeding to tell the time and date, “I know this is crazy, but I just bumped into this girl… She was…” He sighed with an open smile, shaking his head in disbelief, “She was amazing. A little shy but I’m sure her and I are going to become good friends one day… I can’t explain it, ahh. She was like… I don’t know. All I do know is that I feel drawn to her, yknow? Not like that I would never cheat on Pearl… Well, maybe like that? She was beautiful. I mean she is beautiful, unless she died in the last hour… I don’t know why I said was. Y/N is beautiful. Y/N... Maybe I’m just lonely and overthinking things since Pearl and I aren’t in a good place right now. I’m drunk, I’m not sure why I’m even filming this… I just know that I wanted to,... But Jungkook listen to me, this is serious. That girl is going to be special to you one day, I just know it.”
And special you were, because the day after you watched that very video you officially became Mrs Jeon.
And now, after the hardest heartbreak you’ve ever faced – Mrs Jeon is no longer who you are.
“Are you coming inside?” Seol asks innocently when you pull up to Jungkook’s apartment complex, dragging you back to the present, “My bag is kinda heavy since I brought my Playstation.”
You stop yourself from rolling your eyes with a small smile, Seol is always trying to get you and his father in the same room together one way or another, “Okay I’ll carry your bag up for you.”
“Yesss!” He grinned, clambering outside the car with a little too much enthusiasm.
Every other week you and Jungkook swap parental responsibility. Even after two years of co-parenting, it’s still painful. You hate being away from Seol, and Jungkook presumably feels the same way when Seol is with you… But this is the new normal, whether you want it to be or not. Two years since the divorce and yet when he swings his front door open wearing a plain black t shirt and jeans of the same colour, everything comes rushing back. The laughs, the cries, the love, the hurt. Everything.
“Y/N…?” Jungkook grins, quickly clearing his throat in an attempt to hide the pleasant surprise washing his features, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You inhale, lifting the large bag Seol has packed for the week, “Playstation’s heavy.”
“Oh here I’ll take that.” Your ex-husband pries the weekend case from your grip, “You want a coffee? Or a green tea? …Or any drink?” He’s frowning, awkwardly biting down on his lip, clearly embarrassed of his attempt to lure you inside.
“Please mom?” Seol slips past you, the pair of them grinning widely at you with identical expressions – like they’ve been copied and pasted.
“I should really be heading back… I’ve got—” You cut your sentence short with an apologetic smile, truth is you have a date this evening and need to start getting ready as soon as you can. But you don’t have the heart to mention that in front of your son, or your ex-husband. “You know what, sure, I’ll have a quick drink.”
“Okay!” Kook ushers you quickly into his home, and you’re sure it’s so you can’t change your mind.
You’ve only been inside his apartment a handful of times, usually during the pick-up/drop-off hand over of your son. The last time you were here was Seol’s birthday. Every year since he was a little boy you and Kook made him funfetti pancakes for breakfast on his birthday, and despite the divorce that’s one tradition you’ve at least manage to keep. The apartment it small, two bedrooms – his and Seol’s. It’s mostly open planned but compared to your big beautiful home it feels… lonely.
“So do you have plans for this weekend?” Jungkook asks when you perch yourself on a stool in front of the breakfast bar. Seol has already ran off to his bedroom, presumably to unpack for the week.
Nodding slowly you meet Kook’s gaze, he’s looking at you intently as though there’s a million things on his mind, “Same old really…” You lie, twiddling your thumbs. It’s not that you feel guilty for dating, you’ve been divorced for two years now – but he doesn’t need to know. If he were to openly discuss his personal and sex life with you it would make you feel awkward, and so you treat him how you expect to be treated and keep him in the dark, “Nothing much, how about you guys?”
“One of those Tiktoker’s he watches is doing a meet and greet tomorrow, I’m being forced to take him.” He chuckles, folding strong, heavily tattooed arms over his chest.
“Rather you than me.” You laugh, thinking fuck that.
“So I’ve got coffee, green tea or coke.”
“Any diet coke?”
“Why would I buy diet? Tastes like shit. Still don’t understand how you can drink it.”
You roll your eyes jokingly, “Green tea it is then.”
Once you have the steaming mug of tea in hand Jungkook sits next to you, nursing a coffee. Black of course, you’re smiling – some things never change, even down to the way he likes his drinks.
“So—”
“How have—”
You both apologise for speaking over the other with a breathy laugh, and he insists that you go first, his chocolate doe-eyes trained to your face.
“How have you been? How’s work?”
At this your ex-husband nods, taking a sip of his coffee, “Good yeah, everything’s good… You know me, always plodding along. How’re things with you?”
“Good thanks… Things are good.” You mirror his movements, the herbal tea is warm and you realise he’s used the fancy teabags you like.
“Have you met someone?” His question catches you off-guard, especially since he asks it so casually as though he’s speaking about the weather.
There’s a lump in your throat all of a sudden, perhaps it’s guilt, maybe even a little sadness. Truthfully tonight is only the third date you’ve been on since the divorce. But you’re finally in a place where you feel ready enough to move on with your life and meet someone new to share it with.
It’s not that you divorced Jungkook because you fell out of love with him, hell when you admire the features on his chiselled face there’s a part of you that still loves him even now. But marriages need more than just love to work; they need support, mutual understanding and even compromises. All the things your marriage lacked, and ultimately the reason you filed for divorce.
You swallow, choosing your next words oh so very carefully, “Not quite… I am going on a date with someone from work though so, yknow maybe.”
“I see…” You don’t miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes, the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, or the way his jaw tenses in discomfort.
“How about you—”
“Nah,” He sighs, almost sounding in pain, “Still gotta work on myself before I even consider getting back out there.”
You tense, knowing exactly what he’s referring to, “I see…”
Jungkook is many things but he’s not the ideal husband or father. He can be selfish, very much so. He’s spoiled and argumentative when he doesn’t get his way. And you disagree on the way you think your son should be raised, that being the biggest contributor to the end of your marriage. Sure he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever known. He can be romantic, he’s sexy, sophisticated and funny… Any woman would be lucky to have him, as soon as he’s finished ironing out his flaws.
“Mom!” Seol unintentionally breaks the tension by jogging into the kitchen somewhat out of breath, much to your relief.
“What’s up?” You turn to him with loving eyes, admiring his cute little face which is only growing more and more handsome by the day. He looks so much like Jungkook sometimes it catches you off guard, especially when his round eyes crinkle from his bright smile. He’s his father’s double.
“Okay, so my friends are all going to the beach and hopefully staying there overnight next weekend for the carnival and I want to go with—”
“Oh do you now? Whose parents are taking you?” You don’t mean to sound blunt, it’s just that there’s only a handful of his friends’ parents that you trust. And something tells you he’s not going to be chaperoned by them, rather the ones you don’t trust.
“Well…”
“Seol?” Jungkook tongues his cheek, clearly sharing your same fear.
“…Actually I was going to ask if you could take us all.” Seol looks between you and his father with eyes swimming in hope, shifting his weight between his feet while waiting for an response.
“Mmm…” Your lips purse, “How many of your friends are planning to go on this mini vacation you’ve planned?”
“Well there’s me plus five of my friends…”
“I can’t possibly keep an eye on six of you Seol… It’s a bit much.” You hate disappointing him, and you despise the disheartened huff that draws from his chest, but there’s no way you can chaperone six children at a carnival. For starters you won’t fit them all in the car, “If you can make it you and three friends I’ll take you and we’ll get a hotel. Is that fair?”
Compromise. Parenting is all about compromise and respect.
“But mooooom!” Another dramatic sigh comes from your son, “We all want to go, please please please?”
You shake your head gently, finishing your green tea, “I can only fit four of you in the car, I’m really sorry… Maybe one of your friend’s moms can take the other two? Actually it would be nice to have some adult company if I’m taking you guys to—”
“I can come with you.” Jungkook interjects, surprising both you and Seol who wear the same dumbfounded expression, “We can pack up the Mercedes, it’s big enough for the six of them in the back and you can ride up front with me.”
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Seol’s jumping up and down on the spot, his Iron Man socks nearly causing him the slip on the floor tiles, “Mom please can dad take us?!”
“Only if your mom comes with us,” Kook reiterates with a chuckle, rubbing his big bicep with inked fingers, “I can’t possibly watch six of them, like you said… It’s a bit much.”
“Mom! Pleeeaaaase?!”
“Or I can ask my brother to come with me if you’d feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I’d want to make you feel.” Jungkook notices your internal struggle before it happens, but you find yourself speaking before you really have time to process what you’re agreeing to.
“No it’s okay I’ll come with you,” You offer your ex a warm smile, a smile he reciprocates and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looks almost excited by your words, “But I’ll need to speak with everyone’s parents first. Deal?”
“Deal!!!!” Seol dashes off into the corridor, so fast that he almost slips on the floor again.
Kook notices this too, adding “Go careful! Watch where you’re going!” As your son disappears into his bedroom.
“...I should really get going now, thanks for the tea.”
“Right… Big date and all that.” He’s tonguing his cheek again, gazing in a different direction.
You frown, “I never said it was tonight…” It is, but you know that you didn’t tell him that.
“Sorry I just assumed,” He gestures to your body with his fingers, eyes lingering on the bend of your waist in your shirt dress before they finally settle on your face, “You look…”
Standing, you clear your throat before an awkward snigger bubbles your chest, “Well I hope the end of that sentence is good at least.”
Jungkook’s smile reaches his eyes before it tugs his lips, and for a split second you forget how to breathe. After saying goodbye to Seol Kook walks you to the door, opening it for you but you can see there’s a part of him that doesn’t want you to leave. It’s always like this. Tense, a little awkward, so many unspoken truths clouding the air between you. The memories of his lips on yours always fight their way to the front of your mind, especially when his tongue darts out to wet them when he says goodbye.
“I’ll see you next weekend then?” You reach for your car keys, giving him a small wave.
“Beautiful.” Jungkook leans against the doorframe, looking obscenely large against the entrance to his home.
You can’t hide your surprise, brows raised with a cocktail of equal parts confusion and shock when you fiddle with your keys. His eyes bore into your soul, reaching depths inside you that are long forgotten about. Parts of you that ignite for him, and only him.
“You look beautiful.”
x
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Stay With Me | Secrets
exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, fluff
Word Count - 5.5k
Maybe this could work after all. Warnings: swearing, light drinking, very emotional, explicit smut, 18+ content
MINISERIES COLLECTION
It’s almost midnight and you’re still sitting on the worn leather sofa in Jungkook’s apartment, two beers, half a pizza and several nostalgic family conversations later. It’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s warm. There’s a move playing on the tv but nobody’s been paying attention to it, far too engrossed in each other’s company to care. Right now your son’s fighting with his own heavy eyelids to stay awake beside you.
“Seol… Are you tired sweetie?” You nudge him playfully with your elbow, to which he frowns and shakes his head softly.
Jungkook sits at the other side of your son wearing a bunny-like grin, his tattooed arm is draped over the back of the sofa and his fingertips are secretly toying with your ponytail behind Seol’s back. His gaze is fond when it meets yours, his doe-eyes bright and sparkly with something indescribable that compliments his smile.
“No mom. M’fine...” He mumbles, head bobbing with the threat of impromptu slumber.
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed… I’m gonna head out now anyway so you’re not missing much. Just dad snoring.” You chuckle.
When Jungkook shoots you a quizzical frown you shake your head gently, being sure Seol doesn’t see. Truthfully you have no intention of leaving any time soon, there are still so many unspoken words that need to be said between you and your ex-husband.
So you say goodnight to Seol, slip your shoes back on and stand in the hallway until Jungkook comes back out to grab you and sneak you into his bedroom. It’s stupid and childish and you feel similar to how you felt when Jungkook snuck you into his student apartment for the first time back in college. His roommate and life long best friend Jimin caught you an hour later, his eyes blown wide with shock upon entering Kook’s bedroom and seeing your legs high up in the air with his best friend between them. You’re silently giggling to yourself in the hallway when you recall the memory clear as day, it’s funny how things have a way of circling back around.
“Pssst…” Jungkook slowly opens his door, you can just about make out his sharp jawline through the tiny gap in the door, “Take your shoes off cause otherwise he’ll hear. Why do you even wear heels? They’re so unpractical.”
“I went out tonight.” You remind him softly, “I had to dress up.”
“You never have to dress up for me.” Kook smiles genuinely, sending a swarm of butterflies to your stomach, “But seriously take them off or we’re done for.”
You roll your eyes, but oblige. Slipping back into his home as quietly as possible, making sure to grab another beer from the fridge before being shoved into your ex-husbands bedroom. You’ve never been in here before, it’s strange. The décor is monochrome and simple but to be perfectly honest you expected nothing less from Mr Minimal. His bedsheets have been haphazardly thrown onto his king sized bed, the curtains are drawn and the smell of vanilla stains the air.
“So…” Jungkook closes the door behind him, being sure to lock it just in case. “What happened with Hoseok?”
“Doesn’t matter.” You shake your head with a kind smile, taking a seat on the bed. “He was nice, but it was never going to work.” And that’s the truth, Hoseok is nice, but he’s not someone you can envision spending the rest of your life with.
Kook nods, biting back his own somewhat smug grin, “What makes you think it wasn’t going to work out with him?”
You inhale, exhale, inhale, pause for a moment, exhale… It’s now or never.
“It was never going to work with Hoseok… because he’s not you.”
From the doorway Jungkook’s heart stops beating. Did he just hear that right? A bright heartfelt smile blankets his sharps features. He looks at you, looking at him, and digests what you’ve just said. Sitting in your black strapless dress you look nothing short of stunning, he was a fool to let you go the first time and he’s sure as hell not going to repeat his biggest mistake.
“I-, I guess I understand why you walked out on me last weekend…” You sigh, “But if we’re gonna make this work, if we’re going to try… We have to start communicating better.”
“Is that what you want?” Hope drips from Kook’s tone, his legs carry him over to where you’re perched on his bed before he can stop himself. “You’re sure? You wanna try again? With me?”
You’re nodding, shaky nervous breaths escaping you when he kneels in front of you, cupping your face between his warm inked hands. He’s gazing up at you with so much adoration that you’re seconds from crying but thankfully manage to keep the tears from spilling. He’s so handsome, so effortlessly handsome that your heart skips a beat.
“If you’re willing to.” You exhale, stare fixed to his. It’s like time itself stands still when he sighs, his eyes glassy and swimming in his past mistakes.
“That’s all I want Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He admits with a quivering lip that tugs on your heartstrings, he tries to laugh it off but you don’t miss the few tears cascading down his cheek. “I love you, I’ve always loved you, I never stopped… Not for a second. It’s always been you and it will always be you.”
That’s when your own emotions betray you and you have to smile through the quiet sobs leaving your open mouth. “Kook…” You sigh, softly placing your hands over his, “I love you, I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that.”
“And you’re sure you mean this? I’m not going to wake up to an empty apartment tomorrow?”
“I mean it.” You nod again, reassuring him, “But we need to set some ground rule—”
“Anything.” He cuts you off with breathy laughter and a soft head shake, “I’ll do anything you want me to Y/N, anything.”
You’re giggling now too, removing his hands from your cheeks to hold them gently on your lap, fingers laced with his for what feels like the first time all over again. “First of all Seol can’t know… not yet, not until we’re sure this is going to work.”
“Oh it’s going to work I promise you.” He kisses your hand, tucking his lip between his teeth to stifle the huge smile he’s still wearing, his hooded doe-eyes stuck on yours, “But that’s a sensible idea, we don’t wanna confuse him.”
“Exactly… and we need to start communicating better. Like a lot better.” Your thumb grazes the back of his hand, you can’t help but notice he feels right under your touch. Like he was made for you. Like you were made for each other.
Jungkook is nodding in agreement, “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, staring now.” He uses your joined hands to wipe away his salty tears, “I really want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.” You flirt, and he feels like the hole in his heart is finally being filled.
“I just have one request first…” He grins, happiness and relief oozing from his body when he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs on himself, holding his weight above your frame with two strong arms. “Say it again.” He beams.
Your brows furrow, but it doesn’t rid your face of joy, “Say what again?”
His forehead rests against yours, the bend of his nose flush with your own, lips so threateningly close to yours that one movement would cause you them to touch. His breath is warm on your skin, dark eyelashes dust the tops of his cheekbones when his eyes flutter shut, his voice merely a whisper.
“I love you Y/N.”
Your hands find purchase on his cheeks, using your fingertips to toy with the silver hoop earrings he always wears, you’re grinning like an idiot, as is he, “I love you Jungkook.”
When he kisses your lips you sigh contently against his, this should’ve been the first time you kissed after the divorce. The kiss itself is like magic, like fireworks exploding in every nerve, every square inch of your body when his tongue slips into your mouth. He kisses you so sweetly, so gently as though he’s afraid of breaking you. But the passion is undeniable, you’re pinned to the bed, head kicked back in bliss, hands exploring the exposed artwork on Jungkook’s arms.
“You have no idea…” He chuckles, lips peppering open-mouth kisses to the flesh of your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbones. “How many times I’ve thought about this moment...”
Your voice sounds similar to a whine, completely and utterly lost in the familiar tingles of desire, “Me too…”
“Is there a rule on taking things slow like... physically?” He’s kissing and kitten licking your neck just below your ear, your ponytail exposing every bit of sensitive skin below your face. “Cause’ you’ve got about thirty seconds before I completely lose my mind and show you just how much I’ve missed you…” He admits hopelessly, a shaky whimper leaving his lips when he grinds his clothed core against yours.
You’re in a love drunk daze, already pushing your hips up needily to meet his movements, “I-, I don’t know…” You admit, you want this so bad, you want him so bad. But is it too soon? “What do you think? I-, I mean I want to do this…”
“Yeah?” He pulls back with messy hair and pink kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile, “I want to too. Fuck, I really want to baby… I’ve never stopped wanting to.”
The forgotten pet name sends a wave of heat coursing through your veins, you’re smiling, panting, nodding, pulling his face down to meet yours in a frenzied messy kiss. You’re both grinning so much that your teeth clink together momentarily, before lust takes over and he swirls his tongue against yours again, this time paired with a low moan that has your head spinning.
“We’re gonna have to be quiet though.” You remind him with a whisper, stifling your own needy whimper when he attacks your chest with lewd kisses and licks that should be illegal.
At this his brow quirks, amused, he’s smirking, “Who are you telling? If memory serves me right…” He lowers his head, dragging one hand up the bend of your waist until it’s at the neckline of your strapless dress. In one swift movement he tugs it down, the black material pooling your middle when your bare breasts spring free. “You’re the one who’s gonna have a hard time keeping it down…”
“Jungkook.” You say sternly. Your eyes roll playfully before they settle on his face, staring at your naked chest like it’s a work of art designed only for him.
His brows furrow when he wets his lips, still completely enthralled by the sight of your breasts. Even after all these years you’re perfect to him, you’re beautiful, you’re a goddess in his eyes and he’s struggling to keep it together and not flip you over and fuck you seven ways to Sunday right now. But he wants to savour this night, wants to take his time and treat you exactly how you deserved to be treated.
“I’ve really fucking missed these, did they get bigger?” One hand holds his weight above you, the other comes down to knead the swell of one breast and you groan at the sensation. “Oh they definitely got bigger…” He affirms with a satisfied nod and low chuckle, “What did we just say about keeping it down?”
Your ears are ringing, body hot and desperate for more, you don’t have it in you to argue with him right now. And you’re sure you’ll have plenty of time to scold him in the future. “Jungkook please, do something.” You exhale shakily, nails digging into his clothed shoulder blades.
At this he pulls back to his knees with another dangerous smirk and rids himself of the oversized grey shirt standing in your way, exposing every tanned bump and lump, muscle and tattoo that he has to offer. He tosses it behind and sinks back down to your body, taking a hard nipple into his mouth before gently sucking, swirling his flat tongue over the sensitive area that has your back arching from the bed.
“Fuck-, oh Kook…” You whisper, mouth falling open into a silent ‘o’ with your eyes squeezed shut.
“Mmm…” He groans, moving onto the other one to claim it with his mouth, “Baby… Never forgot how sensitive you are.” He grins, taking the swell of your breast in his large palm where he massages it, thumbing over your nipple all while lapping up the other one.
If he wasn’t between your legs right now you’d be clamping them shut to relieve the throbbing sensation happening down there. You’re already obscenely wet, your slick spilling onto your lacey thong with each and every lick and squeeze he’s providing. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this, truthfully nobody but him has ever made you feel like this.
“Please…” Your head flies back into the pillows, hips buckling up to grind against the very noticeably large bulge in his sweats. He almost chokes from the contact, quickly losing himself to the feeling.
“If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow my load in my pants.” He warns you with a quirked brow, “It’s been... a while.” He laughs mostly to himself, quickly finding the zipper of your dress before discarding it to the ground along with his shirt. The way his eyes roam the shape of your body is enthralling, like he’s pulling you under his spell with his sinful stare.
“How long are we talking?” Truthfully you fucking hate the idea of him being with another woman like this, even though you probably have no right to feel that way. He’s kicking his sweatpants off when he cocks his head to one side nervously, ruffling his dark hair.
“Two years and four months now.”
“What?!” You sit up on your elbows in astonishment. He hasn’t had sex since… The last time you slept together. You figured he would’ve had at least a few drunken fumbles in the time you’ve been apart. That being said, it’s been the exact same amount of time since you had sex too.
“Shhh…” He laughs, “Let’s not get into that right now…” He shakes his head, lowering himself to your already wrecked panties with a smirk, “I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
And just like that you’re free of your underwear and lying on the bed completely naked. You don’t miss the way Jungkook visibly ogles you in all your glory, eyes hooded and darkened with lust and adoration. He starts with a finger, slowly dipping it between your sopping folds, dragging the wetness up to your clit where he gently presses the swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god Koo—!”
“Shhh... Be quiet remember.” He giggles lightly, as though he’s not teasing your pussy and making you a writhing mess on the sheets right now. It’s when he lowers himself to eat you out that you lose the will to live. It feels fucking amazing. Each dizzy lick of his tongue has you muffling moans with the back of your hand. He’s slow, then fast, then light, then hard, spiralling around your clit with varying pressures and speeds as though eating you out is his second language.
Your hips push up to mirror his actions, shoving your pussy closer to his multitalented mouth, but his hands come up to grip them and slam you back down onto the mattress, holding you in place. It’s like you’re struggling in his grip, all you want is to feel more of his tongue but he is simply not playing ball.
“Wanna take my time with you.” He murmurs against your sensitive skin. It’s then that he hooks his arms over your thighs, pinning you in place with his forearms before his thumbs spread your folds apart. His tongue meets your clit again, only this time it’s mind blowing and you can’t keep yourself quiet.
“Shit! Jungkook…” You groan, you’re nothing less than a panting mess, heartbeat in sync with the quick flicks and slurps of his lips.
Jungkook smirks to himself when he peers up at the wreckage of a woman you’ve become, your hands deep in your hair tugging at your scalp. Eyes squeezed shut while you concentrate on exactly what he’s doing to you. Your back arches from the mattress again when he delivers one particularly harsh suck to your nub. It’s insane, how quickly he can make you come undone and how much he loves to do it. He buries his face deeper into your folds until his nose and chin glisten with your juices, until you’re holding a pillow over your mouth to muffle your screams.
“Fuck! Jungkook, Jungkook please-, don’t stop!” He can just about make out your words through the heavy duck feather pillow you’re crushing with your hands, “Don’t fucking stop!”
As the edges of a warm, sweet release starts to envelop your senses Jungkook snakes a hand down to your entrance, slipping two fingers inside effortlessly and you let out a loud, deep moan.
He smirks again, he’s got you exactly where he’s always wanted you. The same place he had you many, many times before now. The same place he plans to have you many, many times from now too. He hums, satisfied with the sinful noises you’re making.
“Feel good baby?” He asks, as though the answer isn’t spilling out onto his palm and chin right now.
“Feel good?” You scoff, only to be cut off my another throaty groan, “It… feels amazing.” You’re breathless, painfully so, especially when he curves his fingers, speeding up. “Oh… Don’t stop… Please, don’t fucking stop!”
Nothing will wipe the shit-eating grin from his features, absolutely nothing. He remembers how to push your buttons, so he carries on doing exactly that. Your walls tighten around him and he sucks your clit slowly, contrasting with the quick assault of his dripping fingers. And just like that it hits you, all that pent-up frustration, all the emotions, all the love, all the relief, all the passion. It all crashes down on you in a rush of euphoria that has high pitched wines escaping you.
After you come you feel delirious, you sigh, you laugh, you shudder.
Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand, thinking to himself it’s a fucking good job that Seol is a heavy sleeper and is in a room at the other end of the apartment. He knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and he revelled in the fact it was him that made you all sweaty and breathless. He crawls on top of you, kissing you feverishly with the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.
“Mmmm…” He moans quietly, rolling his hips to meet your soaking core. His cock is rock hard beneath his boxer shorts, screaming for attention in a way that has his whole body tingling. “So how are we gonna go about this?” He chuckles, licking down to your chest where he attacks your nipples with tiny kisses and playful bites.
“Want you to fuck me good, like you always did.” You exhale with a lazy smile, hissing between your teeth when he sucks your breast harshly, leaving his mark.
“No promises.” He comes back up with a smile until your noses press together, “Probably going to last sixty seconds if that.”
You kiss him, fingernails raking down the spans of his muscular back, “Better make them count then honey.”
Honey. Jungkook’s heart feels close to exploding from his chest. Mirroring the way his cock feels right now straining against his cotton boxers. “I’ll try.” He laughs, never breaking the kiss when he slides his underwear off with one hand, kicking them off the bed. “Wait, are you still on the pill?”
Your eyes snap open with realisation, “No…do you have condoms?”
“I haven’t had sex in over two years, what do you think?” He sighs with a pained frown, dropping his head into the crook of your neck in defeat.
“Oh I have one in my purse! It’s in the zip pocket!” You gasp excitedly and Jungkook throws himself off you at lightning speed to retrieve the YSL bag he gifted you four Christmases ago.
When he finds the foil square in question the date on the wrapper catches his eye, his head kicks back in frustration and his voice drips with disappointment when he speaks. “Y/N… this went out of date two years ago.”
No. No this isn’t happening to you right now. “Are you sure?” You’re frowning, propping yourself up onto your elbows on the bed when he shoves the condom in your face, fingers angrily tapping the expiry date. He’s right.
Truthfully you haven’t slept with anyone since… Well since Jungkook. There’s been a few opportunities but you haven’t gone the whole way with anybody since him. Maybe one day you’ll both look back on this and see the funny side of the situation, but right now, fuelled by nothing than desire, it’s no laughing matter.
“Or I could take care of you with my mouth…”
“You sure? Don’t get me wrong I’d love to fuck you-”
“Actually you can just pull out!” You blurt and Jungkook flashes you the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him wear, as if to say ‘are you being serious?’. “Yeah… pull out, it’ll be fine. Or I can always go to the store tomorrow and take a plan B.”
His lips purse, his frown deepens, but then he catches sight of your naked body splayed on his mattress only for him and he caves. “You sure?”
Nodding frantically you smile, “Positive. It’ll be fine. Come here.”
“Ready for the best thirty seconds of your life?” He wiggles his brows knowingly with a low chuckle before making his way back over to the bed, holding himself on top of you.
You snort, kissing his jaw to reignite the mood, “What happened to sixty?”
“Fucking you raw is gonna be…” He shakes his head laughing, “You’ll be lucky to get ten seconds out of me baby.”
You muffle his amusement with your mouth, kissing him hungrily as though you’re starving and he’s your favourite meal. And just like that he’s moaning, hard cock slipping between the wetness of your folds, teasing and prodding your entrance and clit with every movement. It doesn’t take long for the familiar carnal desire to return, you’re both panting into the kiss along with whispered profanities.
“Fuck me Jungkook…” You whisper, snaking your hand down his taught torso to grip the base of his shaft. He hisses against your lips, taking them between his teeth before tugging them back roughly.
“Let me show you just how much I missed you.” His voice is barely audible, so emotional and raw.
“Mmmm, ooohhh—”
You both groan when he pushes himself inside. He’s so long. He’s so wide. You feel so full. And so heavy with excitement, weighed down by lust and greed. He begins to thrust, pulling back and pushing forward, slowly, tentatively, until your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you’re a moaning shell of the woman you once were. Again.
“Fuck-,” Jungkook’s breaths are heavy and ragged, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving your face. “I…” He kisses you again, softly, in sync with the roll of his hips that continues you stuff you repeatedly and brush against your sweetest spot. “Y/N I…”
“Mmmm?” You gasp, raking your fingers up his sides, feeling every part of his body beneath your palms. He’s clammy and hot, muscular yet soft. And in this moment he’s all yours.
Jungkook feels overwhelmed by love, his head is spinning and his balls are hot and already threatening to explode. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to disguise his quivering chin. He’s missed you so fucking much. Finally, fucking finally, you’re his. He’s not going to lose you this time, he can’t. That’s just not an option. His breath is hot against your collarbone when he continues to make love to you, slow and deep, dragging out the pleasure for as long as he can.
“I love you… I’ve missed you so much.” He breaks, swallowing his cries and passing them off as grunts. But you know him like the back of your hand, you can feel his lips tremble each time he presses them to your skin and soon enough your own emotions betray you and you’re crying too.
“I-, I’ve missed you too honey.” You choke out, smiling, quickly wiping away your tears with his broad inked shoulder.
At this Jungkook can’t mask his sniffles anymore and so he chooses to crash his lips to yours, you already know he’s crying so there’s no point trying to mask it anymore, all while rolling in and out of you at a leisurely pace. The kiss says everything he’s too breathless to get out. It’s raw, it’s emotional, it’s passionate, it’s messy yet sweet, and it holds every promise he’s ever made to you. The promises he swears to keep until the day he dies.
You hum softly into his mouth, breathing heavy and full of equal parts sin and love.
“We’re gonna make this work….” He pants, snaking a hand down to your clit where he rubs it gently, completely and perfectly in sync with the caring thrusts of his hips. “I promise. I-, I can’t lose you again...”
“I’m right here…” You press your forehead to his, quiet noises of pleasure rolling from your tongue, the intensity and heartfelt confessions from your ex-husband further adding to the slow build of heat in your body that’s threatening to wash over you. One hand rests on his side, the side where your birth flower is permanently marked on his skin, the other cups his face, “I’m right here Jungkook… I’m not going anywhere.”
He nods, a single tear spills from his hooded eye and directly onto your cheek that makes your heart swell and shatter all at once. “You’re amazing… This feels amazing.”
“Mmm, I know… Jungkook…”
“Baby… I fucking love you baby.”
“I love you Kook...”
The combination of his lazy thrusts and gentle rubs has you seeing stars already, your ears are ringing and your body warm. But it’s the sound of Jungkook’s low guttural moan that drags you over the edge, agonisingly slowly, your orgasm pulls you into a sea of ecstasy that’s so powerful you feel as though you could drown. You groan, you gasp, you shake, and your noises swallowed are by meaningful kisses.
When your walls pulse and throb around Jungkook’s length he cries out louder than he anticipated, mesmerised and drunk on the sensation. You’re quick to kiss him again, hard, rougher, hungrier, your hand nestled in the depths of his hair when you pull him closer. It’s not long before his own orgasm hits him harder than a tonne of bricks, he’s so invested and dazed by the way you feel around him that he bottoms out with a pained growl. Pushing every hard inch of himself deeper into your soaking core when he comes.
“Fuck… shit, shit, Y/N…” He groans, body still writhing from pleasure, “I’m sorry, fuck I- I’m so sorry.”
You giggle airily beneath him, playing with his hair while you continue to ride out your own high, “It’s okay, it’s okay…” You coo, shushing him reassuringly, “I’ll go to the store tomorrow and take a plan B. Honestly it’s fine honey.”
Begrudgingly Jungkook pulls out quickly to roll off you and lays beside your shaky body. He’s trying to steady his breathing when he tugs you into his strong arms without a second of hesitation. Your back is warm against his chest, he pushes your hair to one side to nuzzle his head to your shoulder.
It’s silent for a while, save for the heavy breaths staining the air. You’re grinning, completely lost in the way his fingertips dance across your sternum, he’s drawing hearts and your initials amongst other cute dainty little patterns onto the skin. His touch is so featherlight that it tickles, you’re squirming beneath his touch when he chuckles from behind.
“So with us communicating better now… I feel the need to tell you this…” He presses his lips to your ear, kissing it sweetly.
“Mmm?” You peer back at him, his eyes are swimming with love and his face is still flushed from his orgasm. He looks breath taking, hair slightly damp and sticking to his forehead. The smile he wears is heartfelt, warm and kind. “What is it?”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever cried during sex. I’m pretty embarrassed.”
“Don’t be, I cried too.” You remind him with a sigh when you roll over to face him, nestling your head atop the bend of your elbow to gaze at him fondly. “So what happens now…?”
“Glad you asked cause I’ve worked out a masterplan.” He winks, “We’ll tell Seol you couldn’t get a taxi home and slept on the sofa, so before he wakes up we’ll set an alarm and make it look like you actually slept on the sofa… And then after that I’m not sure.”
You snort, playfully shoving his shoulder, “Some masterplan, you’re a genius.”
He shuffles closer to you, brushing the hair back from out your face, “Lets just see how this goes… I don’t want to put any pressure on this. It’s been a long time since we broke up but we’ve already been married, raised a kid… There’s no need to rush putting a label on this, not until you’re ready. I’ve waited this long and I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
You’re flabbergasted. Staring at him with wide eyes and brows hiked so far up your forehead you’re sure he’s just given you a wrinkle. Since when was Kook so… mature? He really has been working on himself, he really has changed for the better. Your heart skips a beat when he laces his fingers with yours, tugging your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss them.
“Thank you.” You smile, “That’s… pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted to hear you say.” You admit albeit rather sheepishly, which earns you a chuckle from your ex-husband stroke secret boyfriend now.
“Well I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve lived with you and I’ve lived without you… The latter nearly destroyed me, so I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work Y/N.”
“Me too. God, you know I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us…”
Jungkook is frowning, nervously chewing his lower lip when his gaze flickers to the window behind you, “Not that I’m worried, cause I’m not. I’m really not.” He laughs awkwardly, “How affective is the plan B?”
You giggle, jokingly rolling your eyes when you scoot closer to him, until your head rests on his chest, “Really affective, I know at least ten women that have used it and didn’t get pregnant.”
Except you’re not one of those ten women.
But we’ll come back to that later.
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a collection of my fics from april 2022 onwards. all writing has 18+ content, minors dni. pre 2022 fics can be found here on my old masterlist. banners by the very talented @koorie - thank u so much!
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Jeon Jungkook x Reader Series
Over The Odds | ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
smut, angst, fluff, drama, rich au, series completed
Against The Odds | ceo!jungkook, attorney!taehyung
smut, angst, fluff, drama, love triangle, ongoing
Stay With Me | exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook
angst, fluff, smut, drama, co parenting au, completed
Her | bestfriend!jungkook, tattooatrist!jungkook
angst, fluff, smut, drama, friends to lovers au, ongoing
Ride Or Die | mafiaboss!jungkook, slightyandere!jungkook
smut, angst, fluff, drama, toxic relationship au, ongoing
To Be Damned | demon!jungkook, witch!reader
smut, angst, fluff, drama, fantasy au, college au, temp hiatus
Pi Gasu | vampire!jungkook, blooddonor!reader
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Happy Birthday Loser | roommate!jungkook, 8k [M]
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Stay With Me | Hope pt.1
exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, fluff, smut
Word Count - 3.5k
Your would’ve been wedding anniversary has always been a difficult day. Warnings: swearing, oc is v bad with technology, alcohol consumption, one mention of vibrators, heavy angst
MINISERIES COLLECTION
Today is a particularly hard day for you, giving that it would’ve been yours and your ex-husband’s wedding anniversary. Thankfully your son Seol is sleeping at a friend’s house this weekend so you have the space you need to mope, though truthfully some company wouldn’t exactly go a miss. It’s nearing five pm when you decide to give Hoseok a call and see if he’s free, but maybe that decision has been influenced by the three glasses of wine you’ve downed.
“Hey, you okay?” Hoseok’s voice makes you smile, you’ve been on all of three dates with him at this point and if you’re being honest he has real potential.
He’s a single father too, he has a nine year old daughter and he’s been divorced for almost one year now. It’s not been mentioned why he and his ex-wife got divorced, but having said that your exes rarely come into conversation when the two of you go out.
“Hey Hobi…” An affectionate nickname people at work, including you, call him. “Everything’s good, are you free tonight?” You chew your lower lip with anticipation, you’re yet to sleep with Hoseok but if he fucks anything like he kisses… You know that you’re in for a treat.
His chuckle is deep on the other end of the phone, “Not tonight I’m afraid, I’m on dad duty this weekend. You sure you’re okay? You never call me.”
“Ahh…” Your disappointment is evident, but you understand entirely. Children come first one hundred percent, you can’t be mad at him for being a good father. “No I’m fine honestly, my son is sleeping out tonight so I just wanted some company I guess, but I completely understand that you’ve got your daughter.”
At this Hoseok makes a tsk sound between his teeth, followed by a dangerous panty-dropping frustrated sigh, “Trust me I would love to come over and keep you company Y/N, but I can’t tonight. I’ll make it up to you another time.”
“Looking forward to it.” You hum flirtatiously, smiling like a school girl.
He chuckles again and you can practically see his big grin through the phone, “Me too, I’ll text you tomorrow.”
It would appear that the stars are not aligned with you tonight, everybody you know is busy, absolutely everybody. Your friends either have parental commitments or have other plans already. It’s okay though, you figure it’s probably best to spend tonight alone in a hot bubble bath having some self-care time rather than getting wild with one of your besties. Though after you’re forth glass of wine you’re halfway there already.
After a soak in the tub you’re feeling pretty buzzed from the alcohol, it’s almost seven pm and you decide to get changed into a pair of red silky pyjamas that always find a way to boost your confidence. Eye mask on, more wine poured… Music, you need music.
“Alexa… play that’s what I like by Bruno Mars.”
Playing marry you by Bruno Mars from Spotify.
“No, no! Alexa! Play that’s what I like by Bruno Mars!”
Playing when I was your man by Bruno Mars from Spotify.
“No! For fucks sake…” You groan, flicking the cap on the wine bottle into the unknown, even technology wants to remind you of what today should’ve been. Fuck Alexa. Fuck everything. Fuck…you? Maybe a few rounds with your vibrator would take your mind away from today’s date, and since you’re home alone… Why the fuck not?
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,
Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same.
The sound of Bruno singing his about his sorrows drowns your house through every speaker, flooding your senses and causing your heart to ache just a little bit more than it already did. Who are you kidding? You’re not in the mood to fuck yourself right now.
Fifteen years ago today you married the love of your life, the father of your child, your best friend, truthfully the only man you’ve ever wholly loved. Ever since your trip to the beach with Jungkook you’ve been confused about where you stand with him, now more than ever. Do you miss him? Yes. Do you regret divorcing him? Yes, wait. No. Do you accept his apology? Yes. Would you ever take him back?
I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand,
Should’ve gave you all my hours, when I had the chance.
…Maybe.
“Alexa! Stop! That song just makes me think about Jungkook…” You admit with a pained sigh, downing wine straight from the bottle. It’s ridiculous, you divorced him. You’ve no right to miss him, you’ve no right to wonder what your life could be like with him if you ever gave your relationship another chance… No. Exes are exes for a reason, it’s just because it’s your anniversary. Would’ve been your anniversary. That’s why you’re wallowing in self-pity right now.
Calling Jungkook
“What?! No! No no no no no, nooooo!” You sprint to the nearest home speaker, almost slipping on the tiled floor of your kitchen, “Alexa! Stop—”
“Hello?”
“Alexa! Stop!”
The sound of breathy laughter leaving your ex-husbands lips echoes through what was once your shared home, “Trouble with technology Y/N?”
You groan in return, snorting mostly to yourself, “Is it that obvious?”
“So… is this a completely random call or were you talking about me and Alexa decided to let me know?” He’s giggling, he always found it so funny that you’re more than just a little useless when it comes to technology. Even after your divorce there’s been times where you’ve had to contact him for your account passwords and login details for various apps and devices.
“I’m home alone so rest assured I wasn’t talking about you.” You half-lie, technically he was mentioned but nobody save for Alexa heard it. That bitch betrayed you good, as soon as this call is over you’re putting her straight in the trash.
“That’s good to know. Where’s Seol?”
“He’s at a friend’s house for the weekend, hence why I’m here alone.” You sigh, taking another gulp of wine when your throw yourself up onto the marble countertop.
There’s a brief silence as though he’s contemplating what to do with that information, but finally after what feels like way too long he speaks, “Well… I hope you have a good night whatever you decide to do. It’s been nice talking to you, but I guess I have Alexa to thank for that.” He laughs again, you just know he’s shaking his head in disbelief right now.
“Sorry if I disturbed you—”
“Not at all, I’m just in the store buying some wine actually… Rough day.”
A pained smile tugs your lips, a bittersweet feeling coursing your veins. At least you know it’s not just you who is affected by the date. Should you invite him over? Would that be a complete disaster? Because right now it doesn’t sound like a terrible decision. It does beat drinking alone, and things aren’t awkward between you it would be fine. But there is the incident of your almost kiss in the hotel room—
“You still there? Or has Alexa fucked you over again?”
You grin, playfully rolling your eyes, “I’m still here.”
“Alright…”
Fuck it. Why drink alone when you can drink with someone else who happens to know exactly what you’re going through?
“Hey Kook…?”
He sniffs, you can hear glass bottles clinking in the background, “Mmm?”
“Would it be weird if I invited you over for a drink tonight?”
The silence is deafening, your heart is pounding and you’re about to tell him to forget you ever said anything when he clears his throat down the line.
“I mean it does beat drinking alone… Which is all I had planned for tonight anyway.”
You’re smiling again, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
After a quick outfit change you’re back in your kitchen wearing an emerald green smock dress, it was the first thing you could find in your wardrobe and you figure it’s much better than answering the door in sexy red silk pyjamas. You’re nervous, and dare you admit it a little excited to see your ex-husband. Why? You’ve no idea. What you do know is that when you open the front door and you’re greeted with Jungkook wearing a simple oversized white t shirt, ripped black jeans and boots of the same colour, you’re happy he’s here.
“Hey… I see you’ve started without me?” Jungkook’s heavily tattooed arm gestures to the almost empty bottle of wine sitting atop your kitchen unit. His smile is playful, gorgeous even when you sigh in defeat and nod.
“Shit, you caught me… So did you bring more wine?”
“Mhm, the good stuff too.” His hum is chipper, he’s looking down at you with a fond gaze that makes your chest swell with something vaguely familiar. “I brought soju as well, good job really cause I’ll need some shots to get on your level since you’re already drunk dialling people.” He winks, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.
You point at the home speaker in protest, “Hey she’s the one who drunk dialled you! I had nothing to do with it!” Except you kind of did, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Jungkook makes quick work of getting a glass for himself along with two double-sized shot glasses from the cupboard. Muscle memory takes over, he remembers exactly where you keep everything because heaven forbid he ever put something back in the wrong place when he lived here. Your organisation skills could win awards. It’s not long before he’s topped up your wine and poured himself a glass too, as well as two shots of peach soju – which just so happens to be your favourite.
“So…” He hands you a shot, when his inked fingertips graze yours you struggle to bite back a coy smile, “To us I guess?”
Your brow quirks, “To us?”
“You’re gonna make me say it aren’t you?” His eyes squeeze shut in feigned embarrassment for a second but he carries on, looking you dead in the eye for a moment you will never forget, “Happy kinda anniversary Y/N.”
Oh shit. That.
You swallow thickly, clinking the tiny glass against his with an apologetic smile, “Happy kinda anniversary Jungkook.”
It’s ten pm when you realise you’re beyond wasted, as is Jungkook. You’re both dancing together in the dining room, there’s distance between your bodies but you can still feel his warmth even from here. His cheeks still have the cutest tinge of pink to them when he’s drunk, and he’s far from coordinated when he sways his hips from left to right in sync with the beat of the music.
“Alexa!” You slur with a lazy grin, near empty glass of wine loosely in your grip, “Alexa! Play that’s what I like by Bruno Mars!” Whether the home appliance likes it or not, you are listening to that song one way or another.
Kook claps excitedly, mirroring your haphazard smile, “That’s such a good song! Nine out of ten, well done!”
Nine out of ten, your smile drops for a moment. Ever since your first date you and Jungkook got into the strange habit of rating things that didn’t need to be rated. Song choices, food, tv shows, outfits, cars, even children’s names when you were pregnant… You name it you guys rated it. It was the first of many inside jokes and quirks you shared throughout your relationship, and it suddenly dawns on you that he never stopped doing it.
Playing when I was your man by Bruno Mars from Spotify.
“No, no no no!” You yell, “Play that’s what I like by Bruno Mars!” But it’s too late, the song has started and the lyrics hit you harder than ever.
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,
Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same,
When our friends talk about you all it does it just tear me down,
Cause my breaks a little when I hear your name
Jungkook takes a beat to listen to the lyrics of the song before scoffing humourlessly with a small head shake, finishing his wine in one swift gulp that looks borderline painful. His stare is fixed to your face, you’re looking back uncertain of what to do next when your ex coughs, shouting loud enough to be heard above the music.
“Alexa! Play that’s what I like by Bruno Mars!”
Playing that’s what I like by Bruno Mars from Spotify.
As soon as the preferred song choice kicks in you’re both screaming along to the words, god help your neighbours. Jungkook even going as far to make up impromptu dance moves that have you folded over in fits of hysterics, drunkenly pointing to and grinding on nothing. Sometimes you forget how hilarious he is, he can make you belly laugh at the drop of a hat.
“Kook stop!” You wheeze, “I’m gonna pee!”
But he doesn’t care, his animated facial expressions have you howling with laughter when he gets up on the dining table in one swift jump. He’s snapping his fingers to the beat, bobbing his head along to the song. It’s when he drops his weight in a messy slut drop that you cave, running to the downstairs bathroom before you actually piss yourself laughing.
The realisation of how drunk you are hits you when you’re sitting on the porcelain throne, as it usually does. It’s so nice that you and Kook can have a good time together without it being awkward, in a way it makes you nostalgic of how things used to be between you before it got bad.
You let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing your temples. Why did things have to get bad? God Jungkook is the perfect man in almost every single way… You miss him so much. You miss your drunken escapades together. You miss waking up to him in a morning. You miss going to bed with him at night, and you definitely miss the way he made you feel in bed.
When you return to the dining area Kook has already poured more drinks, thankfully he’s back on the ground and he’s wearing his signature bunny-like grin that causes your heart to flutter. He’s so fucking handsome. And that’s not the alcohol talking either, he really is breath taking.
“Another shot?” He winks, albeit very exaggeratedly.
You jog over to him with a bright beaming smile, “Thought you’d never ask.”
“This is fun right? We haven’t been drunk together in a while…” Kook playfully cocks his head to one side, watching your reaction closely.
“Yknow I was just thinking the same thing…” You admit rather sheepishly, “This is fun. I’m glad we can do this.”
The atmosphere shifts to something less messy and more familiar, perhaps even fringing on romantic when he closes the distance between your bodies, loosely gripping your waist, “Me too. Alexa! Shuffle music. Come on let’s have a proper dance...”
Playing your song by Elton John from Spotify.
Your heart stops beating. Jungkook’s heart stops beating. Fifteen years ago to the day this was your first dance song that was played at your wedding. It’s like technology itself is screaming at you, constantly reminding you both what today is. Jungkook is the first to move, he tugs your body closer to his, swaying his hips from side to side when you drape your arms over his strong shoulders. It’s familiar, it’s romantic, it’s nostalgic… And in an ironic twist of fate, It's perfect.
It's not long before your head rests against his collarbone, he still wears the same spicy cologne you notice. His fingers dance along the base of your spine when you move with him, a content hum rattling his broad chest quiet enough to almost go a miss.
“Now this song has always been a ten out of ten.”
“Kook…?” You whisper, mindlessly toying with the dark hairs gathered at the nape of his neck.
“Mmm?”
You know what you want to say, but you also know that there is absolutely no way you should say it. You want to tell him you miss him, you want to apologise for everything, hell you want to get onto your tiptoes and plant a soft kiss to those lips that made you fall in love with him. But you can’t, you’re drunk, he’s drunk, it wouldn’t be right… Even if this moment is the most content you’ve felt in years.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to watch your profile curiously, his tongue darts out and wets his lips, drawing more attention to the area you’re already thinking too much about.
“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, he’s still languidly swaying left to right with you between his arms but his full attention is fixed on your eyes. If you had the power to freeze time you would, because this is it, this is the moment you finally admit to yourself that you still love him.
You’re nodding slowly, gaze never straying from his big brown doe-eyes that are hooded and slightly reddened from wine and swimming with something that can only be described as hope.
“I-, I’m fine.”
He stills his movements, in turn stopping you from swaying while your wedding song continues to play in the background, “Are you sure? Do you want me to leave?”
As if on instinct you tip toe to be closer to him, his breath is warm against your face, “…No, I don’t want you to go.”
“Y/N…” He whispers, bringing a hand up to gently cup the back of your head, “As much as I want to kiss you right now… We can’t.” When your face visibly drops he continues, “Because it would mean something very different to me than it would to you.”
“Kook…” You’re blinking rapidly, trying to find the words you want to say.
“I should go.” He admits with a light sigh, one filled with pain and regret.
You’re cupping his jaw, completely infatuated with the way he’s looking at you, “No… Please don’t leave.”
“I have to.” He swallows, resting his forehead to yours, “Because if I don’t, I’m gonna end up kissing you.”
You wet your lips subconsciously, brushing back a wayward strand of his hair that’s fallen into his eyes, “Then stay...” You breathe, heart hammering inside your chest.
Jungkook walks you backwards until the swell of your ass hits the dining table behind, his arms cage you in either side of your hips. The way he’s staring at you… With so much adoration, so much hope yet so much sadness. It’s enough to make your heart race and break all at once.
“What are you saying Y/N?” His voice is low, his right hand comes up to your chin, tipping it upward and angling your face to his.
“Don’t go... Please don’t go.”
His lips ghost yours, they’re so painfully close to yours that if you move even just a tiny bit you’re certain they’ll touch. “Are you sure...? What do you want me to do?”
Your eyes flutter shut in preparation for what’s about to happen, the next words that leave you are barely audible but Jungkook catches them when he’s gently tracing the front of your chin with his thumb.
“Stay with me.”
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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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Stay With Me | Take Two
exhusband!jungkook, dad!jungkook, EX2L, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count - 2k
Drabble 1 - Things between you and Jungkook take an unexpected turn. Warnings: swearing, illness, panic, mentions of sex, high key very cute. Important note: this is now a series and not a miniseries
SERIES COLLECTION
One month into your rekindled relationship with Jungkook and things are going better than you could’ve ever imagined. He’s romantic, tentative, compassionate and kind. The Jungkook you’re dating now is the best version of him you’ve ever known. But it’s tricky sneaking each other in and out of the other’s home when Seol is around, giving that you’re yet to tell him that his parents have decided to give their relationship another go.
You and Jungkook are falling madly in love with each other all over again. It’s exciting and fresh and sensual and makes your bones tingle with a new love and respect for the man each and every time you see him. Staying up all night on FaceTime like teenagers, fucking like pornstars, making new memories together and enjoying every moment of it. So hiding your relationship from your son seems like a very small price to pay all things considered. You don’t want to confuse him. You and Kook have spoken about it at length by this point and you’ve agreed that you’ll find a way to tell him in the coming weeks. It’s not like there’s any rush.
It's a normal Wednesday morning and Seol is already at school, you’ve called in sick to work today since you’re feeling a little under the weather. Which is a good thing really, because it means you’re home for the delivery man when he rings your doorbell at almost 10AM.
“Oh? Hi.” You grin, opening the front door with a slight confused frown.
“Morning! Can you just sign here please? Thanks.”
The delivery man looks no older than nineteen and can’t wait to get off your porch, leaving you stood at your door in silky champagne coloured pyjamas with a huge box. It’s not too heavy when you bring it inside and it takes you less than ten seconds to find a knife and tear it open.
A huge bouquet of flowers in varying shades of pink. You smile, reaching for the card.
To the only woman I’ve ever loved, thank you for giving me a second chance. Here’s to take two. – Jungkook
You don’t have long to bask in the glory of his romantic gesture because soon you’re throwing up in the kitchen sink albeit rather violently and unexpectedly. You feel like shit. Your back is in agony, your head is pounding, these past couple days you’ve felt constantly nauseous and your breasts are sore. So sore that you’ve had to ask Jungkook to stop touching them during your intimate nights with him, much to his disappointment.
You tell yourself it’s probably because your period is due soon, you do feel a little emotional and you’re due in… Actually… Your eyes widen when you’re hunched over the sink, hand coming to cover your sick-stained mouth in shock.
You’re a week late.
It’s lunchtime when you show up unannounced at Jungkook’s place of work with his favourite steak salad from a small café he frequents. He’s been in the same job for years and you already know all his colleagues, receiving a myriad of ‘hellos’ and ‘so nice to see you Y/N!’ from them when you arrive. It’s his best friend Jimin that lets you in the building, making small talk with you about ‘how happy Kook has been recently’ as he guides you up the stairs. You feign an enthusiastic grin when he speaks, smoothing down the material of your simple burgundy dress when you reach Kook’s office.
Jimin has always been nice to you, even when you and Jungkook initially divorced he never berated you or made you feel like an evil bitch for breaking his best friend’s heart. He’s Seol’s god father too, giving that Kook has known him since college and considers him to be his closest friend. You’ve always liked him, you have a lot of time for him and his wife Ava.
“He’s in here, nice of you to come surprise him at work I’m sure he’s gonna love it.” He winks, flashing you a devilish smile. “It’s really nice to see you Y/N. We’ll have to catch up soon, yeah? Maybe the four of us can double again now that... Well yknow!” Jimin’s voice is hopeful and light, mirroring his bright smile, the complete opposite of how you feel in this moment.
Terrified. Weighed with concern. Trying to hold yourself together.
“Yeah definitely. Tell Ava I said hello, and it’s good to see you again too.” You nod, taking a breath before slipping inside your ex-husband stroke new boyfriend’s office.
Jungkook spots you immediately. His doe-eyes are sparkling with joy and surprise when you make your way over to his desk. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt and black tie, paired with tailor fitted trousers of the same colour and Oxford shoes. He looks good, handsome as always. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows, flaunting his permanent artwork.
“Y/N? To what do I owe the pleasure? Did you get the flowers?” He grins, gesturing for you to take the spare seat opposite him.
“Hey…Yeah I did thank you, they’re beautiful…” You sigh shakily, “Brought you some lunch.”
“Thank you, that’s so thoughtful.” He hums, “How come you’re not at work?”
“Uhh, actually I’m not feeling great.” You admit with cautious eyes, holding out the bag of food. “Can you take this please? The smell is making me…” You grimace.
“Oh yeah sure.” Jungkook stands, taking the meal with pinched brows. “Thank you for bringing this. Are you okay?”
You pause. Internally screaming. You were careful, you were safe. Except that one time you wasn’t but still you took the plan B less than twelve hours after it happened. This can’t be happening. You sigh, eyes squeezed shut.
It’s not like it’s confirmed but you’ve only ever felt like this once before, and the outcome of the nausea and aching breasts was the birth of your son. Oh god, childbirth. You sigh again, this time the sound laced with anxiety. It’s when you finally take a seat that Kook makes his way round the desk and perches himself on the furniture in front of you, taking your hand in his before bringing it to his lips where he gently kisses it.
He’s frowning, smile fading. “Y/N are you okay?”
Communication. All you need is communication. That’s all you’ve ever needed.
“Um-, is there any chance you can take the afternoon off?”
Jungkook nods, sweetly tracing his thumb back and forth on your hand. His brows are still knitted together when he nervously gnaws his lower lip, gaze never leaving yours.
“Of course I can yeah, that’s no problem but… Why am I taking the afternoon off?”
“I need you to come to the doctors with me.” You don’t know why you’re crying, but you are. It’s all a little overwhelming. You have a twelve year old son, he’s almost thirteen. He’ll be almost fourteen by the time… When you… If you are… Shit. More tears spill down your cheeks, so much so that your breath hitches in your throat.
“Hey hey hey, shhh…” Jungkook’s quick to sink to his knees on his office floor next to your chair, gripping your trembling hands. He’s looking up at you with hooded eyes brimming with genuine fear and worry. “The doctor? Baby are you okay? Tell me what’s going on please... you’re scaring me.”
Baby. You sob.
“I-, I think…”
The way Jungkook hangs onto your every word with concerned features breaks your heart. He’s going to freak out so much. You’ve only just got back together, and he was the one who said ‘let’s not rush this, let’s not put pressure on this’ and here you are, sitting here potentially carrying something that’s going to do exactly that. You can’t do this alone, he has to know. You swallow, blinking away the tears and averting your stare to the corner of the room.
Your voice is merely a whisper, “Kook… I think I’m pregnant.”
There’s a brief silence, it’s deafening.
“…Okay.” He nods once with a neutral face, “Call your doctor and make an appointment for this afternoon, we can take my car. Hey, please don’t cry…”
“Y-you’re not… You’re not freaking out. Why aren’t you freaking out?” Your lip quivers when you speak, messily wiping away your cries with your free hand.
How is he so…okay right now? Here you are, his ex-wife, girlfriend of one month, in your mid-thirties with a near teenager at school who doesn’t even know that you’re back together. Sitting in his office having a fucking mental breakdown that you’ve just sprung on him out of nowhere.
“Why would I freak out about this?” His tone is calm, mirroring his body-language and closed smile. “This is going to be fine, whatever happens you’ll be okay I promise. I’m here, I’ve got you. Come on let’s go, call your doctor. You’re not gonna throw up if I eat this in the car are you?”
For the first time today you manage to choke out a tiny chuckle, “I can’t promise anything...”
“Congratulations. It’s positive.” Dr Kim smiles in his office, confirming your suspicions.
Jungkook sits beside you, squeezing your hand tightly. From the corner of your eye you see his wide grin, his pearly white teeth contrasting against the tanned glowing skin of his chiselled face. He looks… genuinely thrilled.
Whereas your chest feels tight with fear and uncertainty. So many thoughts are whirling round your brain right now. Are you ready to be a new mother again? Do you want to be a new mother again? Babies are such hard work. You were a lot younger last time, not to mention you were married and now you and Jungkook are just barely partners and oh look at that you’re almost crying again. Pregnancy hormones. Great.
“This is your second pregnancy isn’t it?” Dr Kim’s voice is smooth and professional, he’s watching your reaction to this news with understanding and relaxed features. “Forgive me for assuming, but you seem surprised?”
You swallow thickly, lips trembling when you open your mouth to talk. “Second pregnancy yes… And yes uh-, my first pregnancy was planned but this one… not so much.”
Jungkook lifts your hand to his lips and plants a sweet kiss to the back of it. “Our first pregnancy was planned, our son is almost thirteen now so as you can imagine we thought we were done having babies a long time ago.” He chuckles, still grinning, his next sentence catches you off-guard and you turn to face him, stunned. “But this is the best possible surprise I could’ve ever asked for.”
It suddenly registers with you that you’re actually pregnant.
You’re going to have another baby.
Kook’s hand rubs yours reassuringly when he speaks, “We’re around four weeks, right? One month? That’s the only time we didn’t-, well it has to be from then.” His cheeks must ache from the wide smile he’s still wearing, eyes shimmering with excitement.
“We can’t give you the exact dates until your first scan appointment, but the hCG levels in Y/N’s urine and bloodwork look good, nice and steady. Blood pressure is normal. Everything looks great Mr Jeon. So I need to refer you to a midwife who’ll be in touch with you to discuss what’s going—” His words fade into white noise while you digest the fact this is really happening.
So it turns out plan B is less affective when the woman is ovulating, you don’t track your monthly cycle but you guess you don’t have to now. You’re pregnant with Jungkook’s baby, another baby Jeon in the making in the depths of your uterus. You’re completely zoned out of any conversation, feeling simultaneously numb and overly emotional all at once.
A second pregnancy. A second child. A second chance for love.
Here’s to take two.
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