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Boys Day Out

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: First Lady sends her favorite boys Jack, Axel, and Urban to the Chelsea game

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

Requested by: 1/3 of hot chips and bad decisions @hoodharlow 😘

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Hearing the doorbell ring, you checked the security cameras to see that it was Blanca and Jessica and quickly went to open the door from your spot on the couch that you had been sitting on.

Once they stepped into the house, they took notice of how quiet it was and looked at you confused.

“Where is everyone? Because I don't think I have ever heard your house this quiet.” Jessica whispered, ultimately waiting for her nieces and nephew to tackle her. Because she knew that it was only a matter of time.

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Blanca added as the two of them followed you into the kitchen as you poured all three of you a glass of red wine.

“Umm, Y/N? It's 9 in the morning.” Blanca called out to you once you had slid her glass in front of her seeing as you still haven't said anything.

“I'm fine, just taking it all in and it's 5 o'clock somewhere.” You said while sighing and immediately downing your glass and opting now to drink straight from the bottle.

“I-......” Jessica started to say as she and Blanca exchanged a look.

“Do we….”

“No, you do NOT need to call him.” You blurted out immediately knowing she was talking about Jack.

“We're going to have to disagree with you there.”

“I sent him, Ax, and Urb to London for the Chelsea game because they were getting on my last nerve. Not Axel, but the other two. I love them to pieces, but got damn. I needed a breather. Jack has been up my ass lately.”

“Uh? When is he not? That's your husband?” Blanca asked you not understanding because there was never a time that you didn't want to be around him.

“I'm trying to plan something for him that's really special and I can't do that when he is breathing down my neck. Now add three little people into that equation. I can't even pee by myself anymore without one of my four children, yes, I said four but I should have said five because Urban is my oldest banging on the door. Last night I was this close to sleeping in the bathroom with the door locked.”

“And Jack would have still broken down the door to get to you.”

“Correct.” You sighed while continuing to sip from the wine bottle.

“But where are your other two?”

“With my parents. I called my mom this morning and I was like you begged for grandchildren so come and get them.”

“I literally CANNOT.” Blanca exclaimed while laughing.

“I put Ivy and Autumn on the doorstep with their backpacks with clothes and toys for the entire weekend and I was like see you next week. I really wanted to say see you when you're 18, but that wouldn't have gone over well so now I have been sitting in silence and I am not complaining one bit.”

Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, and Axel had just landed in London and on the way to the hotel, Ax asked Jack for his phone.

“Daddy, can I see your phone?”

“What do you need it for, bubs?” Jack asked as he stuck his hand in his pocket to get it out.

“I need to talk to mommy.” Ax answered without missing a beat and Jack knew that it was only a matter of time.

“Hold on, let me facetime her.”

You answered on the second ring and all you saw was a fluffy head of brown curls.

“Mommy!”

“Hi my baby boy. Move the phone from your face a little. All I can see is your hair!”

Jack helped him adjust it so now you could see both of them.

“There's my two handsome boys. Well three because I know Urban is there somewhere too.”

“I still haven't forgiven the two of you for leaving me at wing stop.” Urban said while leaning over so that you could see him too.

“Urby! That was ONE time!”

“One time too many!”

“Wifey, what are you up to?” Jack asked as he saw you nursing a bottle of red wine. Little did he know, this was your second.

“Enjoying sitting in complete silence besides B and Jess.”

“I…. Not hot chips and bad decisions!”

“Yes, hot chips and bad decisions! Leave us alone!”

“Jack, stop getting on your wife’s nerves!” Jack heard Jessica say as he saw her walk past in the background.

“Jessica! And don't eat all my snacks either!”

“Well I have to because we came to watch the game with wifey and keep her company!”

“Baby? Since when do you watch soccer?” Jack asked while looking at you confused.

“Since today. And I always used to watch you play anyway.”

“Mommy, I miss you.” Ax piped up and you could feel the tugging of your heart strings.

“Ax… we literally just got here.” Jack said while shaking his head and Urban stifled a laugh.

“Daddy, you just said that you missed mommy before we called her.”

“I…. it be your own kids.”

“I miss you too bubs!” You said and saw him crack a small smile.

“But you don't miss your husband?!”

“Yes of course I miss my baby daddy, but you and Urby have been getting on my LAST nerve this past week.”

“Wait! NOW WHY AM I IN IT!?” Urban exclaimed while leaning back over into the camera and looking confused.

“Urban Henry… don't go there with me. You and your best friend act more like toddlers than my actual toddlers.”

“I… I'm going to get you for that when I get back.”

“Mm hmm, sure. Anyway, I love all three of you very much, but especially Axel Wyatt. And have fun at the game. And Axel?”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Be on your absolute best behavior for daddy and Uncle Urby. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Listen to everything that they say, okay?”

He eagerly nodded his head as you then focused your attention on Jack.

“I love you, smush.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Promise to call you later.”

The three of you were in the kitchen making snacks for the game when a picture suddenly came through on your phone from Jack.

Smush- I thought the shirt was fitting so I had to buy it. We're eating and then going to the game. Hot chips still got you in one piece over there?

You- I'm about to yell and you know why I'm about to yell but I'll give you a chance to fix it first. Send me a pic of Ax in five minutes and what I see will determine if I kick you and Urban’s ass. And yes I am in one piece, but you and Urby won't be if you don't fix what's wrong

Urban was sitting across from Jack and saw how his face got a confused expression and immediately asked what was wrong.

“Do you see anything wrong with the pic of Ax I took?”

“No. It looks fine.”

“Then why did she send me this?” Jack asked as he shoved his phone towards Urban who instantly rolled his eyes.

“Why am I ALWAYS in it!? And what in the world are we supposed to fix in five minutes!?”

“Your guess is as good as mine! Even though there's an entire ocean between us, I take her threats seriously.”

“Only a matter of time before she shows up if we don't fix it.”

Jack quickly sent you another text telling you how confused he was.

Smush- Baby, I'm not understanding 😕

You- You have three minutes

“URB! HELP!” Jack yelled while shoving his phone towards him.

“WHAT YOU YELLING FOR?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON EITHER?!”

“This is just as bad as when I thought I lost my wedding ring.”

“Had us both stressed out but she had it the whole time.”

“Bubs, finish up your food so we can get to the stadium and put on your coat.”

“But I'm not cold, daddy.”

“Ax, if we go home and you end up getting sick, your mother will not be happy with me so put it on. And put your hat on too.”

“So, you want me to be hot?”

“Axel, put them on and put them on now before I call her.”

“Fine.”

It was the middle of the game when the three of you were watching in your living room when the camera suddenly cut to Jack, Urban, and Axel and your eyes instantly went wide as you grabbed your phone. Jack still didn't figure out what was wrong with the picture of Axel that he had sent you earlier, but seeing him at the game without his coat on while Jack and Urban was wearing theirs had you instantly annoyed. The last thing you wanted to deal with was a sick Axel because he is literally Jack in a little kid's body and acted exactly how he did when he got sick.

“Why doesn't Axel have on his coat?” Jessica asked as your fingers were flying across your phone screen asking your husband the exact same thing.

“That's what I'm asking him right now.”

You- Jackman Thomas Harlow

Smush- 👀

Smush- Whatever it is, I didn't do it and neither did Urban because I know you’re about to throw him in there too

You- If our child comes back to Louisville sick, I will not be happy

Smush- Why would he come back sick?

You- He doesn't have on his coat!

Jack then turned to Axel who had once again taken off his coat after he had told him numerous times to keep it on.

“Bubs!”

“Yes, daddy?”

“Put your coat on! Why do you keep taking it off!?!? It is 40 degrees out here and your mother will kill me if you have so much as a sniffle when we get back. And where is your hat!?”

“In my pocket.”

“Axel Wyatt….”

“Yes?”

“You have five seconds to get your hat and coat on.”

This continued on and off for the rest of the game and Axel only kept his coat and hat on for a total of thirty minutes between Jack and Urban telling him to put it on.

The three of them were now flying back and Jack was praying the entire time that Axel wouldn't start sneezing or spike a temperature. He was currently laid out on Jack when he felt his forehead and it was slightly warmer than usual and he immediately groaned.

“She's going to have a damn fit.” He muttered to himself, but Urban heard him.

“Not your fault that he kept taking it off.” Urban responded while shrugging.

“Hmm, tell my wife that and tell me how it goes.” Jack replied as Axel shifted his position on his lap and cuddled closer to Jack.

Jack and Axel had been back for a few days when you heard several sneezes in a row from your husband and all you did was sigh as you walked in the direction that he was in which was your bedroom meaning that he was awake.

When he spotted you, he looked up at you with his eyes red as well as his nose.

“No. Don't you dare say it.”

“Say what, baby?” You asked him while coming up to hug him and reaching up to give him a small kiss which he gladly accepted.

Your immune system could handle it and typically while everyone in the house was sick, you weren't.

“Your son got me sick.”

“Oh, so now he's my son? Since when is he not yours too?”

“He's the one who didn't wear a coat for the majority of the time and I'm the one who gets sick. How does that work?!”

“Because kids are literally walking germs. That's why.”

Axel peeked his head into your bedroom and you motioned for him to come all the way in.

“Yes, bubs?” Jack asked and Axel sighed before letting out a fit of coughs.

“Daddy, you got me sick. I don't feel good.” He said as he reached up towards Jack so that he could pick him up.

“I did WHAT NOW?” Jack asked as he picked him up.

Axel didn't have time to answer, but instead sneezed on Jack who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“Seriously Ax? Bless you.”

“Sorry, daddy.” Ax answered as he did his best to cough into his arm.

“And mommy, I was so cold when we were at the game.”

“I….” Jack started to say but then turned back to look at Axel.

“That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy and you got me sick. Not the other way around.”

“I didn't start coughing until you did.”

“Okay, enough you two. Get in the bed, NOW.”

“Do we get cuddles from you?” Axel asked looking up at you hopeful as Jack climbed into the bed with him in his arms.

“For now, you're cuddling daddy because you are not getting mommy sick. I'll bring meds and food soon.”

Axel sighed as he looked up at Jack.

“You aren't mommy, but I guess you’ll have to do.” He said as he climbed on Jack’s chest and laid down while trying to get comfortable.

“Really, Ax?”

“Daddy, just try not to snore. I'm taking a nap, wake me up when the food is done.”

“As long as you don't kick me like you usually do we shouldn't have a problem.”

“Not my fault you take up all the space.”

“You little…”

“OKAY! Both of you lay down right now.”

Without another word, both of them did as they were told and you simply placed kisses on both the tops of their heads.

“Not another word out of either of you and Ax, the next time daddy says for you to put on your coat and hat in 40 degree weather, you do it.”

“But.. “

“Not another word, remember?”

This led to Axel getting a pout on his face and cuddling closer to Jack who simply laughed.

“So much for boys day out. Now the both of you are sick.”

Suddenly your phone went off in your hand indicating a text from Urban.

Urby Baby- Your son got me sick

You- Well according to him his father got him sick

Urby Baby- Can you bring me soup? PLEASE

You- I do something nice for the three of you and this is what I get in return? I have to take care of all three of you now that yall are sick!?! Do I have to do everything!?!?

Urby Baby- Come on Lil Bit, I said please!

You- Be over here in fifteen minutes 🙄

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urbanwyatt: and it was at that moment, jackharlow knew he fucked up lmaoooo

lilnasx: who was he texting? urbanwyatt: lilnasx as Axel likes to call her, the boss lol jackharlow: I was fighting for my damn life in those text messages. wifey going off and me not having any idea what she's talking about y/ninsta: and now all three of you got me sick smh jackharlow: y/ninsta that leads to ultimate cuddles from me and Ax y/ninsta: jackharlow so he can sneeze in my face like he did you? jessicakelce: now you do something nice for them and this is how they repay you? outta pocket y/ninsta: jessicakelce same thing I said smh urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my soup was good bestie. thank you 🥰 y/ninsta: jackharlow babeeeee my throat hurts jackharlow: y/ninsta I got a cure for that 😏😏😏😏 jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, baby why'd you lock the bedroom door?! not you leaving me and Ax outside y/ninsta: jackharlow when you say stupid shit like that, this is the result lilnasx: jackharlow what the boss says goes jackharlow: lilnasx not you too 🙄

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shina913 · 2 years

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Coquet, Part 10 | JJK

Coquet, Part 10

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; sexually explicit language; JK hair brush-up (if that's legitimate?); vulnerable confessions; heavy pining; angst (not super dramatic, though); discussion of relationship/commitment fears; alcohol consumption; tooth-rotting fluff; fingering; masturbation; OC and JK have such filthy mouths; the return of the devil suit; oral (F-receiving); clit play; nipple play; protected sex; dirty talk; praise kink; semi-clothed sex; riding; multiple orgasms; cuddling; bed-sharing; MORE tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Word count: 11,529K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is going to be another long one because it's the finale! First off, thank you to the best betas I could ask for: @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez. I appreciate every insight, comment, and suggestion that you've given in every draft. For swooning and thirsting over this Jungkook. It might be a while before I get over him, TBH. This fic wouldn't have been possible without your encouragement and constant words of affirmation while I agonized over storylines, suffered through several instances of writer's block. I love you both--most especially, you, @internetjunkdrawer. I have you to thank for one of the more significant quotes here--it was deep and I'm so happy that I saved it in my drafts somewhere and found a great spot for it 😅 Thank you for always saving me from my worst impulses 🤣 and keeping me in check.😘

To all of you who have stuck around 'til the end (or waiting to binge this), thank you for the reblogs, comments, asks--you've all given me life!!!💜

Lastly, for Queen Bey--for coming out with such a bomb album that pushed me to finish this. It's that Virgo energy!!! Everything just lined up...

And with that, I'll shut up and let you get right to it. It's wine o'clock!!!🍷

A week after your lunch with Jungkook, you both found the time to meet for dinner at the barbecue spot that you’d been texting him about.

You showed up 15 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You were feeling more relaxed than the last time you saw each other. If anything, you were really excited about tonight.

You took a menu from the host and sat in the waiting area to peruse it–even though you’d practically memorized it from cover to cover when you reviewed it online, in the days leading up to this. You’d already made up your mind about which meats and sides you would get. You were only trying to distract yourself because you were fidgety.

Did you actually think you were more relaxed this time? That’s what you kept telling yourself.

The pitter-patter against the window had you looking out to find the rain pouring. You had the obsessive habit of checking the weather every morning to ensure that you were dressed appropriately.

Glancing down at your knee-high boots, you breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the menu.

You were so caught up with the surroundings, and in trying to distract yourself, you barely heard the door of the restaurant open.

‘’Hey.”

Your eyes flick up at a soaked Jungkook. He sounded out of breath like he had been making a futile attempt at running away from the rain. At least he had a jacket on, you thought.

“Oh no!” Your stomach knotted slightly in concern.

He stood by the entryway shaking the excess water off his hair before brushing it away from his face.

Your stomach was still knotted…but for a completely different reason this time.

“Shit, sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said wearily.

“Not at all. I got here early because I wasn’t sure how the parking situation would be.” You stood up to try to give him a hug but he quickly put his hands in front of him to stop you. “A-are you sure? I look like a wet dog,” he chuckled.

You wave him off. “It’s just water,” you say and hug him anyway.

“How’ve you been?” He asks after you pull away.

“Good. You?”

“Better now.” His response makes you smile involuntarily. “Uhm–shall we get a table? Maybe the grill can warm you up?”

He laughs while you check in with the hostess, who guides you to an open table. You quickly ask if you could borrow a couple of clean dish towels so that he could dry himself, to which the host agrees to bring it back around.

He gave you a puzzled look. “What? I didn’t want you to get sick,” you say casually.

“Thank you,” he said quietly while you smiled at each other.

******

“Oh shit, turns out we did order too much pork,” he grins embarrassingly while you laugh after the server drops your platters off: pork belly, garlic pork belly, spicy pork belly, miso pork belly, galbi, bulgogi, gyeranjjim, and an assortment of banchan.

“I mean…the server warned us that there was going to be a lot of food. You’re the one who sounded like you hadn’t eaten in days.”

“I had a long shift,” he said in between laughs. “Besides, between you and me, I think we can finish this.”

You scoffed at him. “Excuse me? What do you take me for?”

“Ah, c’mon. You’ve got a healthy appetite.” He’s seen you polish off a plate of bacon and eggs and enjoy a good dessert or two.

“I’m not saying that in a bad way because I think it’s great. It means you appreciate good food.” You smile while you watch him adjust the flame on your grill.

You both grab your tongs and start loading up the grill with slices of meat.

“Is this weird for you?”

Your eyebrows flick up at his question. “What is?”

“Being out here with me?” He clarifies.

“Why would you think it would be weird? Didn’t we plan on getting galbi anyway?” You say with slight amusement.

He snorts. “Yeah…but, that was before…you know…” he trailed off while he proceeded to put more slices of beef on the grill.

You and Jungkook hadn’t revisited any of the events that had occurred. That was all in the past anyway. You were turning a new leaf. Starting with a clean slate…and all of those other metaphors and idioms synonymous to a fresh start.

“Well…” You gave a thoughtful pause. “Are we any different now from who we were then?”

Now it was his turn to pause, the sound of sizzling meat filling the silence between you two.

“Aside from the location and current circumstances–we’re still the same people, right?” You ask him.

He gave a satisfied nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay so…there’s no reason for weirdness. We’re just–” You thought about what the most appropriate way to describe this outing was. “We’re spending time getting to know each other, right?”

Warmth bloomed within his chest. “Yeah, we are.”

You smiled back at him. He goes on to put some cooked slices on your plate, you mouth your thanks to him. You move the piping hot claypot containing the gyeranjjim towards you and away from him when you notice his elbow hovering a little too close to it.

“Hey–we’re supposed to split that,” he barks.

“Sheesh, relax! I just didn’t want you to get any second-degree burns!”

He chuckles. “I’m just kidding. I knew that. Thanks for looking out,” he says.

You took a sip of your non-alcoholic drink. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get another night off,” you say. Since your last lunch 'date’, you’ve texted and called each other–it was mostly casual but every now and then, they bordered on flirty.

“I didn’t think so, either. I usually work the day shift, then I’m off in the afternoon unless I get asked to stay a little longer or if I’m on-call. I’m sorry it took me a while to find a free evening.”

“No need for apologies. It’s your job. It can be unpredictable.” You smiled at him.

“How ‘bout you? How’s work?”

“Oh, you know. We’re gearing up for a second-quarter campaign so–it just means more stress and headaches that I care to discuss off-site,” you bemoaned, giving him a tight smile.

“Ah,” he twists his lips. “I won’t mention work again for the rest of this dinner,” he laughed.

You laughed in return. “Why don’t you talk to me about your work instead? Any interesting patients or cases recently?”

“Oh! Well, since you asked…” He goes on to talk about one of his cases, sparing you from any potentially gory details.

He’s enthusiastic and animated about it all. You listened intently, throwing in an occasional question or sympathetic comment, especially when he veers into the topic of which specialty he wanted to go into.

“I’m choosing between internal medicine or pathology. Mayumi said I should do both since I seem to have a knack for either one… or at least lean towards subspecialties that overlap,” he chuckled.

“It’s nice that your friend is really supportive.”

He lifts a shoulder. “She’s also worked her way up like me. She knows the struggle. At least her fiance’s been very supportive.”

“Sounds like he’s a keeper.”

“Yeah, they’ve been together a while. She’s trying to figure out how to plan a wedding around our residency.”

“That must be difficult…trying to balance a relationship and work?”

He stilled, his gaze, perceptive and assessing. “If they figured out a way to do it, I think that we can, too,” he says softly.

You feel a flutter within your chest. You weren’t even alluding to your relationship. You hadn’t brought it up in any of your recent communications since you were afraid that it might be too soon…and you didn’t want to seem ‘presumptuous.’ But it seems like he’d decided to open that door. “You think you’d be able to fit me in? With everything that you have going on?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know…being a doctor is challenging and I’m sure it takes up a lot of your time.”

“That’s true. But I’ve always thought that if you want something bad enough, you’ll find ways to achieve it and work even harder to hang on to it.”

He stared at you softly, filled with a sudden tenderness that made your throat tight. You absorbed his words, struggling to find the right response.

“I’m happy we’re doing this,” you say softly.

“Me, too,” he smiles.

******

It was quite the feat–several empty plates later. You already knew that you needed to run a few extra laps around your building to work all that food off.

By the end of dinner, you had to be slick about settling the bill since he got lunch last time. He was upset when he found out that you went behind his back. He looked so adorable with his little pout when he said that he was only joking when he told you to get the next meal.

“Sorry! You snooze, you lose,” you laughed while you walked out of the restaurant. He offers to walk you to your car. “At least it stopped raining,” you pointed out.

“Yeah.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “So–when can I see you again?”

You paused, mentally running through your calendar. You had a big campaign that you were gearing up for—the one that you refused to think about during dinner. You might have to put in extra hours for those…including some nights and weekends. Even though you’d rather spend that time with him, you had other commitments.

With a slight grimace, you answer, “Can I get back to you on that? It’s just…work has been a little hectic so I can’t tell off the top—“

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

“Sorry, I just—“

“What did I say about apologizing?”

Your lips curved into a smile. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m not making time for you.”

Truthfully, you were afraid of losing momentum. Last time, you both had full access to each other—but that was in a bubble. You weren’t in it now. And just as things were falling into place… real life had to get in the way.

“I feel like things were easier when we were back at the beach.”

He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Your comment was meant to be nostalgic. Both of you could get to each other with ease. You were more accessible.

You turn to face him right when you arrive at your parking spot.

You sighed briefly. “I just meant–that we didn’t have to contend with different schedules and work our plans around that.”

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from before he smiled winningly at you. “That’s the thrill of it, right? We get to miss each other more.”

You smiled, wrinkling your nose. “Well…when you put it that way.”

“So, we’ll just call each other and…figure something out?”

“I guess so,” you answer.

He shifts in his position and takes a step closer. “So…this is goodbye for now?”

“‘Goodbye’ sounds so final. Can we just settle for ‘goodnight’?”

You see a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright. Do I…get a ‘goodnight hug’?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him. “We hugged earlier so–that’s fine.”

He laughs. “I’m just checking!” He says innocently.

His arms wrapped carefully around your waist and you snuggle into his hold. “Well, this is a weird hug,” you point out.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Well, yeah–because I wanted to get close enough to kiss you.”

You chuckle softly before he cups your face, tilting your head to the angle he wanted, and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that left you breathless and stars dancing in front of your eyes.

Pulling away, he took a couple steps backward. “Call me when you get home?”

You nod wordlessly, while you watch him walk away with that familiar confident, sexy stride that turns heads.

******

A week later, although he had work to keep him busy, he couldn’t help but fight the urge to bother YN about when they would see each other again.

They maintained communication but it was always ‘safe’ in a way where they kept it casual instead of obligating the other to set aside time in their day to make contact. She responded when she wasn’t in and out of meetings or conference calls. He texted back when he wasn’t making his rounds, completing patient post-op notes, or sleeping.

Jungkook felt miserable and useless. He missed her terribly. But he didn’t want to come on too strong for fear of scaring her off so he was treading lightly. Things are different now. They weren’t under contract or any time constraints. Relationships like these took time, just as Mayumi had told him and he had to accept that.

Feeling lost after one of his shifts, Jungkook sat in his car before driving home. He dials a number on his cell, hoping that the person would pick up on the other end.

“Hey…sorry to call you like this…No, no–I’m good. I just–needed someone to talk to. Would you mind if I stopped by?…Alright, cool, thanks. I should be there in 15 minutes…Great. See you soon.”

******

He parked his car in the lot at his destination and proceeded to walk up the front doors. Most of the lights were shut off and the ‘closed’ sign was turned over. He knocks loudly a couple of times until he grabs the attention of the person sitting by the bar with his laptop.

The man slid off the barstool to unlock the door and let him in.

“Jungkookie! Good to see you,” he smiled at him, giving him a quick hug.

“Sorry to just drop in like this, Jin-hyung.”

“Not at all. I was just looking through our end-of-week sales for the restaurant.” Jin gestures at an empty bar stool next to him, prompting Jungkook to take a seat.

“Want anything to drink?”

Jungkook declines. “I’m good, thanks, hyung. I’m driving and I still have work tomorrow.”

Jin laughed. “Alright, Dr. Jeon. I hear ya.” He took a sip of his red wine before getting down to business. “So–what can I do for you?”

Jungkook sighs heavily. “I have…this client. Ex-client now,” he quickly corrects.

Jin hummed, signaling that he was listening. He was no stranger to client stories. He was always there to offer a sympathetic ear. And even though Jungkook didn’t work for him anymore, his door was always open…especially for someone whom he considered as a younger brother.

“We had this…I don’t know…” He pursed his lips and made wide, slow gestures with his hands, trying to find the appropriate adjective for it, “…Intense chemistry while we were under contract. It started off very business-like and I tried to keep it that way but then…I started to like her…enough to pursue a relationship with her,” he finishes.

“Okay. Did you propose to see her outside of your arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“And did she turn you down?” It was sort of an unspoken rule that an escort should not date their client outside the arrangement. Developing feelings towards them or vice versa was also discouraged. Once there was a hint of emotional attachment, the arrangement had to be severed immediately. It was just bad for business.

But since Jungkook was decidedly moving away from the service permanently, he could very well do what he wanted, outside the confines of the contract.

He decides to spare Jin the whole pre-wedding drama since it’s pretty much irrelevant at this point. “Well, no. We’ve gone out a couple times.”

Sensing that Jungkook wasn’t telling him the full story, Jin tries to coax it out of him. “Now I know you didn’t drive all the way out here after working a 12-hour shift just to complain about a couple dates that you both agreed to.”

He exhales deeply and chews at his bottom lip to sort out his thoughts. “I want to see her again and—” Truthfully, after that kiss, he wanted to pull YN back into his car and drive back to his place, which was only a few blocks away.

“I don’t know if I’m trying too hard to control myself or…” he let out a frustrated sigh, unsure how to verbalize it. “I just don’t want to come off too eager.”

He cleared his throat before explaining further. “You once said that, when we’re with clients, you have to fawn over them…make them feel wanted—because it’s all about them. You want them to have the best experience.”

He chewed at this bottom lip when his thoughts shifted to YN. “I want to do all that for her. I want to cater to her…but…” he paused for a beat, “I don’t want her to think that I see her as another client. How can I let her know that?” When he finishes, he starts to have second thoughts about getting that drink.

He rubbed at his tired eyes and then looked at Jin. “I don’t know what it is, hyung. When I’m with her, it’s like, I have this compulsion to make her want me because that’s what I’m used to doing. I wanted to see her again but then she has work and…I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jin’s eyes shift, allowing for Jungkook’s words to sink in before he offers him any advice. “There’s nothing wrong with using a similar approach. It’s all about intent.” He refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. “What do you hope to achieve at the end of this? Do you want a big tip or do you want to be with her?”

“I want to be with her, of course,” Jungkook answers instantaneously.

“Okay, so show her that you want to be with her. Show her that you want her!”

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, though. I want to do this right, hyung.”

Jin threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Oh man—you’ve got it bad, huh?”

He dips his head, smiling sheepishly.

“Tell me, what’s different about her? What made you decide that she was going to be your last?”

He lifted his head to answer Jin. “It was all a matter of timing, really,” giving him a small smile. “I was feeling exhausted from work and starting to question my decisions. My friend convinced me to take a break; take some time to figure things out. Then…YN’s request came in.”

Jin’s brows knitted. “I recall…because I thought that you had deactivated everything.”

Jungkook’s mouth narrowed into a thin line. “I did. Or…at least I thought I did. I switched phones and…I think something got messed up with the syncing or whatever.” He shrugged, thinking about the day that he finally checked his email and saw the notifications.

“When I got the notification, I even thought, ‘Wouldn’t this be funny if I used this as a test run for a real date?’” He smiled crookedly. “I just wanted to see what it was like since…it had been a while for me.”

Jin snorted. “You doknow that our app is for them to find us, not the other way around, right?”

Jungkook laughed. “I realize how ironic that is, hyung. I didn’t know how to put myself out there. So…when I responded to her, I thought I’d start off by giving her my real name. We had the standard talk and…we were in business.”

“And you took her money?” Jin asked incredulously.

“No!” Jungkook answers emphatically. “I never intended on taking it to begin with. I just wanted to make her think that…which was why I didn’t charge her the full price. I was going to return the whole thing anyway in the end,” he mumbles.

Jin arched a curious eyebrow at that, to which Jungkook nodded at his unspoken query. “I paid the commission out of my own pocket, hyung. I told you that the decision to terminate the date was mutual but…” His fingers started fidgeting, “…In reality, she actually terminated the date.”

As in their existing business code, if both parties agree to terminate the date, the app keeps a percentage of the booking as sort of an ‘inconvenience’ fee. However, if the client terminates the date due to unsatisfactory service, they are entitled to a full refund.

“But she wasn’t just a test run. What I didn’t expect was…feeling all of this. For her. I wasn’t sure at first but after the last time I saw her–I think I knew. And now, I’m starting to question everything that I do or say because I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Aish, Jungkookie,” Jin shook his head, chuckling. “I think you’ve lost your touch!”

“What? No!” Jungkook jerks his head back in disbelief, resenting Jin’s comment. Not to be cocky but at one point, he was the app’s top earner. “I may have been off for a few months but…I’ve done this for a few years! I hardly think that I’m going through this use-it-or-lose-it situation,” he argued.

Humor and teasing danced in Jin’s eyes. “Bro, you’ve been off for close to a year. That’s hardly a few months. And…I’m not making fun of you or anything. I knew that when you decided to give it up that you had gotten all that you could out of this gig. It doesn’t serve you anymore and I get that so–I was surprised when you told me that you wanted to go for it one last time. I figured, maybe you needed some closure since your last client before this…really affected you.”

When Jungkook got into the business, Jin made it clear to him that he wasn’t locked into any sort of employee contract. None of the other escorts were. As long as they were respectful to clients and turned in a small percentage of their earnings, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

Jin leaned backward, feet propped on the bar stool’s rungs.

“I’ve always said that our business is built on the client’s wish fulfillment.” His expression turns serious. “But…I’m sensing that you have your own wishes that you want fulfilled, too. And something is holding you back. What is it?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to verbalize it. If he did, it would make it more real.

“Is it because you’re afraid of rejection?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted back to his hyung. Whatever instincts he had, he learned to hone them under Jin’s guidance. And right now, Jin was reading him like a book. Rejection was a rare feeling for Jungkook. Being an escort boosted his confidence–it helped him get through those first years of med school. And getting accepted into his first choice for his residency? That did wonders for his ego.

When it came to YN–it was a different ballgame. This wasn’t a controlled environment. There weren’t any set expectations and there were a lot of outside factors that could come into play.

“Ya! Come on! I thought I raised you to be more confident than this!” Jin jokingly scolds him.

Jungkook laughs, his nose crinkling.

“Okay, on a more serious note, I know that your situation with this woman has changed. But what have I always taught you whenever you have your first encounter with the client?”

Jungkook sighed as if repeating a mantra that he had carried with him through the years. “Ask them about the nature of their request, then be honest and explicit about what’s possible and what the escort’s limitations are.”

“Precisely. Tell me that doesn’t apply to your current problem.”

Jin took another sip of his wine and set his glass down on the bar’s surface. “If you want her, tell her and show her that you want her. There’s nothing wrong with that! The worst thing about this isn’t the fear of rejection–it’s not knowing. Ignorance isn’t always blissful.”

Although he’d already had half a bottle of wine at this point, he couldn’t be soberer while trying to get his point across. “And just like what we say in our business, if neither party isn’t forthright about what they want out of the experience, this won’t be a successful partnership. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair. It was a mix of exhaustion and a stark realization. He needed to get over his fear. It was that same feeling that he had before that first cut with a 10-blade. He just had to go for it.

“If you fulfill her needs, then–you get what you need, too.”

“What’s that, hyung?”

Jin gave him a knowing smile. “Her, of course.”

******

It’s been a few days since your last outing with Jungkook. You continued to call and text each other to check-in. Work has been a steady distraction and you were immensely grateful for it. You were afraid to admit that you were missing him a lot.

“So–no word on date number three yet?”

“His job is not a regular nine-to-five,” you tell Cristina. She furrows her brows as she distractedly sips on her glass of wine.

“Okay. Have either of you brought up the topic of dating exclusively?”

You clicked your teeth. “Honestlyyy…” you dragged out, “We haven’t exactly labeled it or said the exact words. But, based on all of our conversations, it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing anyone else.” You reach over the charcuterie board for some chocolate-covered almonds that she had just refilled since they were the first to go.

After some thought, her question began to worry you a little. “But do you think that’s bad? That we haven’t defined whatever this is?”

Cristina twisted her lips sideways and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t think so. You’ve only been out on a couple dates. As long as you’re telling him what you want, how you feel and he does the same–” she lifted a shoulder, “You shouldn’t worry about anything,” she mumbled while chewing on a cracker that had some brie on it.

She let out a sigh to offer another perspective, out of curiosity. “Do you ever think that he’s the type who gets everything he wants easily? I haven’t met the guy but I get the feeling that he’s used to bringing women to their knees. I mean, you guys did sleep together on what, the third or fourth day of your fake-date?”

Then she cleared her throat, suddenly remembering her own ‘boyfriend experience’. “Hmm…but then again, I suppose that’s relatively slow since my guy and I got down the first night.”

You grimaced. “I don’t want to think about it that way, Cris. So far, he hasn’t given me that impression. He’s talked about struggling through med school and even now, while he’s doing his residency. I mean…if he wanted things to just drop on his lap then he would have stuck to being an escort.”

You didn’t mean to come off defensive but you knew in your heart that Jungkook was different. He might have gotten things easily at some point in his life but based on what he’s told you before, there were also parts of his life that were far from easy.

She rested a hand on yours and gave you a compassionate look. “Babe, please don’t take my questions the wrong way. I love all this for you. Shit, I’m very happy that you’re finally putting yourself out there again after everything,” she sighed, “I love you and I’m only looking out for you.”

Cristina’s concerns were warranted. She’s seen through your post-Haru phase almost in its entirety. Although she was the last person to tell you what to do with your life, she would be the first to call ‘bullshit’ once she got a whiff of it.

You squeezed her hand in return. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate you. I’ll admit, I do feel a bit of pressure to keep things going but, I can’t control his schedule and I have my own life to keep up.”

In therapy, you’d learned to let go of things that were out of your control. It helped ease your anxiety on some days.

“I mean–if he’s not pressed, then you should just let the relationship grow naturally. You guys are vibing and communication seems to be steady so…”

You hummed.

“Do you like him?” She asks you outright.

“I do,” you answer softly. “I just think that my problem is, I have expectations. I can’t…help them.” You dismiss your thoughts and tilt your glass up to down the rest of your drink. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just rushing the process.”

You stare at the empty glass for a bit, wondering if you wanted to pour yourself another.

“Is it because you guys just fell so quickly for each other back when you were faking it that–it feels weird for you that you’re both taking it slow now that you’re back in the real world?”

“I’m not opposed to taking it slow. I mean, we kissed last time we saw each other.” You also couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for not inviting him back to your place for a nightcap…or, at least to dry off the rest of his clothes. You sighed, finally grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another glass.

“Are you sure you weren’t just into the whole idea of him being an escort? You know–like a fetish?”

You almost choke on your drink, widening your eyes at her. “Oh my god, no! No, that’s not what it is,” you say vehemently. “Just like your guy, we also had some deep, personal conversations. Even though I brought him there as a ruse, those conversations were real to me. I’ve never…” you blinked slowly, “I’ve never really talked to anyone about my real dad. Not even Haru.”

Cristina winces at the sound of he-who-shall-not-be-named but she knew that opening up about your dad was a huge deal for you. Not to mention the years of therapy that got you to that point.

“He’s had an idea of my insecurities and…all of these other things that make me question myself.” You paused, trying to come to some sort of conclusion. ”Even though whatever this is isn’t quite defined, the way I feel about him is clear.”

She stared at you pensively while you awaited her response. “I think that you two should really sit down and talk this through. If you would like to get into a relationship with him, then I think that you should tell him just that–exactly what you’re telling me. That’s your language. You need words of affirmation. You need to hear it said out loud because it helps you move along.”

You move your glass in small, circular motions and absently watch the liquid swirl in it.

“Maybe his language is more action-based…or physical.” You thought back to when you and Jungkook were together. He was awfully touchy then and he was also happy to do things for you. You remembered how happy he was when you ordered coffee to be brought up to the room at one point.

“It sounds like you’re somewhat on the same page, though.”

With that, you take a huge gulp of wine. You never thought of it that way but it made sense. You had to make a move. Enough of this waiting around to find out.

******

After your talk with Cristina, you thought about how you’d give Jungkook that little nudge to hint that you were serious about him and wanted to take things further. Apart from texting back and forth about your days, you hadn’t really said anything explicitly indicating that you felt a little more what you were letting on on the surface.

You sighed and picked up your phone. You thought about his most recent message this afternoon. He mentioned that he was on-call tonight. Normally, if he was on-call and it was a relatively slow night, you would text back and forth or talk on the phone until you had to tell him that you had to sign off for the evening.

Since he hadn’t texted you since this afternoon, you figured it might have been a busy night.

As your finger hovered on the keypad, you thought about what you could say that meant a little more than, ‘how’s your night going?’ You started typing.

[You] (11:15PM): I miss you.

And you meant it. After sending, you sink into your covers in your sleep clothes. They weren’t your usual silky pajama set but it’s been your standby since getting back from your trip–a pair of boyshorts underneath an oversized t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You happened to discover it mixed in with the rest of your laundry that you brought back.

It’s gone through a few washes since then but you could swear that traces of him still lingered in it. You shut off your nightlight and close your eyes. You weren’t expecting a response from him until the next morning.

******

And then your phone rings. You blindly feel for it on your nightstand and hold it up to check the caller ID. It was Jungkook. You barely register that it was just past 2AM.

“Hi,” you croaked out.

“Hey. Sorry I woke you.”

“It’s…alright,” you say drowsily. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Tonight’s been crazy–and then I realized it was a full moon.”

You chuckled softly. “Are you done for the night?”

“Not yet but, I just finally got my break.”

“And you thought about giving me a call?”

He laughs softly on the other end. “Well…this might be surprising to you but I was actually thinking about you right before I saw your text.”

“Y-you were?”

“Yeah. I think about you a lot, you know.”

You smile languidly into the phone and stretch out on your bed. “Do you now?”

“Uh huh. I especially think a lot about that time you tied my tie.” His voice was lower now, raspier.

You stilled, gasping softly. “Uh huh…” you say in anticipation.

“And then…I bent you over that dresser. Remember that?”

You inhaled sharply. You were wide awake now. “Y-yes.”

He hummed in pleasure. “I’m not usually one for quickies but that’s always going to be at the top of my list.”

You bit your lip. “It was good,” you say. Before you continue, you vaguely remember that he was still at work but it sounded eerily quiet on the other end. “Where are you? In a supply closet or something?”

“In the on-call room,” he laughed. “It’s just me. I’m supposed to be sleeping but…I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

“So you decided to call me at two in the morning to tell me that you were thinking about the time that you bent me over a dresser?” Your tone was teasing.

“Well…it wasn’t just that.”

“Oh, did you have other thoughts?”

“I have plenty of thoughts…especially when it comes to you.”

The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. You involuntarily press your thighs together.

“Shall I tell you about some of them?”

“Mm hmm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“I think about kissing your lips, my mouth moving down to your neck.”

You swallowed audibly. “…on your chest. Sucking on your tits.”

Your free hand moves of its own volition and slides down past your waistband to cup your mound.

“Dragging my lips down your stomach…Me spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you imagine feeling me there now?”

Your fingers slip between your moistening folds, rubbing while his words drip like honey on the other line. “Hmm…yes, but it’s not the same.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“You feel much better.”

“Mm…I’m sorry. I guess this will have to do for now, huh?”

“I’m not mad at it.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Mm…your head between my legs.”

“Yes…”

“And your tongue…slowly licking.” You stroke your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You hear soft, rustling sounds in the background but it doesn’t distract you.

He groaned softly. “I miss the way you taste.”

“Yeah?” You gasped out.

“Mm hmm… As much as I miss the way you feel. Always so wet for me.”

“Hmm yes…” you mewled as you dipped a finger into your cunt.

“Tell me how wet you are now?”

“Hmm…I’m soaked.”

“Shit. What I wouldn’t give just to get the fuck out here in my car and fly over to your place now.”

“But you can’t, though.” You pouted, knowing he’d get in trouble if he didn’t finish his shift.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I know.”

“Even then, you shouldn’t leave me hanging either.” Your fingers continued to rub circles on your clit.

His deep, sexy laugh made your skin tingle. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d lick every last drop off you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now. I wish you’d wrap your lips around my cock.”

The thought of his cock in you again sent another charge of electricity through your body. “Mm…I miss your cock. I loved it when it filled me.”

“That’s because you have a greedy cunt.”

Normally, you’d gasp when a man spoke so bluntly like that. Instead, it just made you wetter and hungrier for him.

“Hmm…I do but I know you love it when it milks you dry.”

At that point, you switch your phone to speaker mode and set it on the pillow, right by your ear. You pulled your sleep-shirt above your chest, the cold air making your nipples ache with need. You pinched and pulled on one with one hand while the other continued massaging wider, rhythmic circles on your clit.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to be inside you again.” His breathing matched yours, heavy and stuttered. Every part of your body, tightening as you feel your orgasm cresting.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” you whisper harshly.

“That’s a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name, baby…”

And just like that, your torso arches away from your mattress, cumming with a low, tortured cry, groaning his name while your walls pulsed from arousal.

He wasn’t far behind when you heard his muffled, drawn-out growls on the other line.

You listened to each other’s ragged breathing for a few seconds when he let out a chuckle. “Shit, give me a couple seconds.” You hear the distant rustling again. You figured he was scrambling to clean himself up before anyone walked in on him. You took the opportunity to wash up as well.

A minute later, he returns. “Sorry–I…don’t know what came over me.” It made you laugh. “Riiight,” you dragged out teasingly while you walked back towards your bed.

His husky laugh tickled your ears. “Uhm…listen, I know it’s super late, and in all seriousness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been going between us. I know we haven’t synced up our schedules and I want to make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say gently while you sink into your bed.

He hummed. “Yeah, but—I really want this to work. So I’ve decided to make that time so we can see each other again.”

Your heart fluttered while you shifted under the sheets, your interest piqued at what he had planned.

“Have you been to L’Atelier?” He asks.

It was a swanky, modern French bistro in the city and was notoriously difficult to get reservations at.

“N-no, I have not.”

“Good. Because I’m taking you there this weekend,” he says simply. It wasn’t a question, he had just decided for you.

“Uhm—are you…sure? I thought you told me that you were scheduled to work this weekend?”

“Yes, but I found somebody who can cover me so I just traded with them,” he says casually as if it was a non-issue.

“So, whatever you have planned, clear them, because I’m taking you on a date. And a really good one, I might add,” he says confidently. “You could also say that it would feel like a trip down memory lane.”

Your jaw falls open slightly, your brain wanting to argue but you’re speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll pick you up at 6 from your place. Wear something nice, okay?”

“Uh…o-okay,” you stammered. This reminded you of when you first met on the plane, when he told you to take a seat, or when he silenced your protests by just uttering your name.

“Good. I can’t wait! Now, I think that orgasm will actually put me to sleep for a few minutes,” he laughs.

“Right, right. I’ll let you go then. Get some rest,” you say to him.

“Good night…or, should I say, good morning?”

You giggled. “Good night, Jungkook.” As you settle back under the covers, you smile contently as traces of whatever worries you had during your conversation with Cristina slowly fade.

******

You groaned, looking at the mirror and turning from one angle to another. He said to ‘dress nice.’ You didn’t have a shortage of nice clothing but Cristina, ever the enabler insisted that you go on a quick shopping trip.

She vetoed each one of your picks–too mumsy, old-fashioned, ‘Babe, you look like you’re taking him to church or something,’ she remarked at one point. ‘Unless your whole goal is to get him on his knees?’

You roll your eyes at the memory. After several fittings, this is what you ended up with–a sapphire-hued bandage dress with a split back at the hem, and lace paneling in front. It was practically lingerie trying to pass off as a dress.

At first, you told her that you didn’t want to come off looking too thirsty–even though let’s be honest, you were.

You text her a selfie once you had your hair and makeup part way done.

[Cris] (5:25PM): Sesssyyyy mama!!! I’d be shocked if he didn’t start begging at the door.

You had to hand it to her, she was pretty confident. Your phone buzzes again with a follow-up text from her.

[Cris] (5:26PM): Hell, I’d do you! 😛

You cackle at her last text before continuing to fuss with your hair and makeup.

At 5:30, on the dot, you hear a knock on your door. You took one last look–smoothed your hair and checked your teeth for any lipstick stains–there were none, thankfully. With an audible exhale, you walked to your front door to greet your date.

“Hey–” Your brain instantly comes to a screeching halt when you open the door.

There he was…dressed in that fucking devil suit. Standing there, all sexy and delicious like it was nobody’s business.

“Shi…wow. You look…mm,” he pursed his lips, raking you in from bottom to top. It was the same look he gave you the day of the bachelor and bachelorette party.

Flashes of your recent naughty phone call came to mind and you were pretty sure he had the same thoughts.

He stepped forward and leaned in to give you a lingering but surprisingly chaste kiss. You had to applaud his self-control because it was clearly a losing battle for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you a warning,” you murmured against his mouth. Your tone was teasing when you opened the door wider to invite him in. If he can rock a devil suit, so could you.

He jerked his head sideways quickly then chuckled. ��I deserve that. Ready to go soon? I have us down for 6PM but with traffic and all, I’d rather get there early. We can always hang out by the lounge.”

“Sounds good. I just need to grab a couple things to put in my purse then we can go.”

“Sure.”

He looks around your living room while you scurry back into your bedroom to grab a couple of mints, your lipstick, and a compact.

When you walk back out, you find him staring at a few of the photos you had on your hallway table console. He turns when he hears your heels clacking on the floor as you approach him.

“You were a cute kid,” he smiled as he held up a frame of you, Taehyung, Jimin, and Mindi during one summer camping trip.

You smiled warmly. “Thanks. That’s one of my favorite memories.” You look longingly at the photo as well.

“Will you tell me all about it at some point?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to,” you say to him endearingly. “Ready?” With a nod, you grab your jacket before you head downstairs to his car and drive down to the restaurant.

******

By the time you pulled up to L’Atelier, you saw that it had a healthy crowd out front. He slid out of the driver seat and handed his keys to the valet attendant and rounded the front of his car to open the door for you.

You mouthed your thanks and walked hand-in-hand up to check in with the host, who immediately recognized him.

“Is hyung here tonight? He just told me that he’d have a table set aside for me but I wanted to say ‘hi’ and thank him in person.”

“I think I saw him hanging out in the back office earlier this afternoon but I’ll ask a manager to check in,” the host replies. “May I have your phone number so that we can text you when your table is all set?”

Jungkook dictates his number to the host, who keys it into their tablet. “Thanks. We’ll be at the bar whenever the table is ready.”

“Thank you, sir. It shouldn’t take too long.”

With your hands still linked, he guides you toward the equally luxurious cocktail lounge. The walls were a mixture of dark wood and a dark, hunter-green, almost black wallpaper. The ceiling was covered in an ornate, metallic sort of material giving the space an industrial and hedonistic look and feel, which was only softened by the dainty, white floral print on the walls.

The back of the bar was lit with warm lighting, enhancing the different types of liquor that they carried. There was plush seating around the bar and against the walls. Their upholstery complemented the same lush green and dark, woodsy color palette.

The weekend crowd was lively and you were lucky to find some vacant seating right by the wall.

“Glass of rosé still good for you or do you want something else?” You smiled and nodded, “Rosé is fine,” you replied, somewhat surprised that he still remembered.

“Do you have a preference?” You shrugged, “La Crema, if they have it. Otherwise, I’m fine with whatever.” With a nod, he walks away and approaches the bar. He motions at the bartender to place your drink orders while you settle in.

As busy as the bar looked, the drinks came quickly. He was about to hand his credit card over but the bartender held up his hand. You could have sworn he mouthed ‘on the house.’ He must be really tight with the owner, you thought. Jungkook smiled, thanked him, and left a tip before he walked over to you.

When he hands you your glass, you hold it up to your nose and take a whiff. It smelled fruitier than what you were used to. He sidles up next to you on the couch before raising his glass to you, silently proposing a toast. You clink your glasses and take a sip. You let out a hum of appreciation and held up the glass against the light.

“The guy said it’s Château Miraval…in case you liked it.”

You chuckled. “I’m usually skeptical about celebrity-hawked alcohol but–I might actually order a case of this,” you say before taking another sip.

He beams, happy that you were pleased.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this,” you say after you both take a sip.

“I know. But I wanted to…for you.” He looked at you intently.

You sensed some hesitation on his part before he decided to switch gears. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought that taking our time would help build that trust again. I also didn’t want you to think that I was hovering or anything. I didn’t want you to get tired of me–which is the opposite of what I hoped to achieve.”

He shifted in his seat and set his glass down on the tabletop. He leans in to reach for your hand. “I like you. And I want to spend every free moment that I have with you if I could. I’m not saying it to scare you but that’s how I feel.” He paused, chewing at his bottom lip.

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your lips pursed.

“I also understand that everyone operates at different speeds. So–however slow or whatever pace you want to take this, I’ll match it. I just didn’t want to go on without telling you how I felt.” He let out a soft sigh as if feeling some weight lifted off him.

You offered him a warm smile, squeezing his hand in return. “I really appreciate that, Jungkook. I want you to know that I’ve also been holding back because I also didn’t want to come off as a stage-five clinger,” you chuckled nervously.

“But—I’m not apprehensive about you. I don’t want you doubting my feelings for you either because–I like you, too,” you chuckled. “And I mean…really like you–which is why I was trying to be cautious.” You scoot in closer, closing the gap between you. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

He shook his head adamantly, brushing away wispy strands from your temple. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Your eyes flick downward for a moment and swallow hard before you make eye contact with him again. “What I feel for you is…so intense that it kind of scares me.”

Worry washed over his face. “Why would that scare you?”

After a beat of hesitation, you decided to come out with it. “Because it also means that it could hurt a lot more.” You whispered, worried at your admission.

His breath catches for a second before he pulls you tightly to his chest. You feel him sigh into your hair. “I would never.”

You pulled back, feeling slightly panicked. “I want you to know that it’s not because I’m comparing you to anybody. I know that you’re different,” you say in a rush. “But sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

You have lingering traces from the past. Even though Haru was long-gone and you were excited about a new relationship in your life, you didn’t want to jinx anything. Things were going well…too well, in fact. You were in a long-term relationship for a while, almost leading to a marriage before all that was ripped from underneath you.

Your experience with Jungkook was quick. The attraction was instantaneous. And although this was the complete opposite of the slow and steady buildup that you had with Haru a long time ago, the stakes were just as high.

Unfortunately, society equates the length of a relationship with the quality of it. Your fears were understandably warranted.

“I just want this to work so badly.”

“I do, too.” He says. “And believe it or not–I’m also scared–probably more than you,” he chuckled wryly. “I’ve been so used to going about dating one way that this is pretty much uncharted territory for me.”

For somebody who seemed to exude confidence and swagger, that came as a shock to you. You didn’t want to think of the other women he’s encountered. Otherwise, you’d fall into a rabbit hole and never find your way back. But you could feel his sincerity…it was the same, calming feeling that you had during your quiet talks at the beach.

“Remember what I said last time–about things being easier when we were back at the beach?”

He nodded softly, prompting you to continue.

You looked him in the eye to get your point across. “I want to make it clear that I didn’t mean that I preferred that experience or that version of you. You know, I see you in this suit and you’re talking about taking a trip down memory lane…”

Worry marred his beautiful face again. Had he made a terrible miscalculation? “I…just assumed maybe you wanted that guy instead.”

You shook your head gently. “I didn’t fall for this,” You gestured at his suit–even though he looked hot as fuck in it. “I fell for the guy who…said he was sensitive to smells; is a self-confessed dork; the one who calmed me down when I was anxious; the one whom I had all of those honest conversations with. I’m not some woman who needs their fantasy fulfilled. I just want you. The real you.”

“I’m real now,” he utters.

You smiled at him. “Can we just–be ‘us’ again? Just…chill and easygoing? I don’t need 'sexy, smoldering Jungkook'.” He threw his head back and laughed out loud while you tried to stifle your own laughs. “Listen–from this point on, can we just, I don’t know, speak freely? Say what we mean and mean what we say?”

He gave a cursory nod, then smiled broadly at you. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “So you think I’m sexy?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove on his chest while he laughed. Afterward, he lifts your hand, turns it over, and kisses your wrist.

“Okay, okay. But seriously–yes, from now on, we’ll be open to each other.”

Just then, his phone buzzes with a notification from the host, letting you know that your table was ready.

As soon as you take your seats, Jungkook’s eyes lift and he abruptly stands again to greet whoever was coming up behind you.

“Hyung,” he beamed. You turned in your seat and followed his gaze until it fell upon an equally attractive man, slightly taller than Jungkook. His hair was brushed back and had intense eyes that felt like they were undressing you with one look. He was also sporting a black suit, with a black, silk button-up shirt, sans tie.

Jungkook clasped hands with him and engaged in that standard backslapping and fist-bumping ritual of close male friends.

Your eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. Was this a devil suit face-off or what? Because…wow.

“Hyung, this is YN. YN, this is Jin.”

The man, whom you gather was the owner that Jungkook spoke of, turns to you.

You extended your hand and Jin brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Very, very, lovely to meet you.” His voice sounded as silky as his shirt looked. “H-hi,” you managed, seemingly flustered. “Thank you for having us,” you said.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, smiling at you while your hands were still clasped in his.

“Uh…hyung? Do you mind?” Jungkook bristles.

Jin laughed mischievously and released your hand. Jungkook cleared his throat. “Hyung’s been in the game a while so…he finds it hard to stop.”

Your eyes dart back to Jin, widening in realization. Your mouth falls open, stuttering. “Y-you mean–he’s–”

Jin shrugged his broad shoulders casually, answering your unfinished question. “I don’t go shouting it out from the rooftops, but yes,” he says, before flashing you that same look and smile that Jungkook greeted you with the first time that you met him.

You silently wonder if he knew Cristina’s guy…or if this was him.

Jin peels his eyes away from you and turns to Jungkook once more, switching from an intense stare to a more casual one. “Anyway, I wanted to stop by and say ‘hello,’ make sure that you’re getting quality service,” he grinned.

“It’s been great so far, hyung. Thanks for accommodating us.”

“Good. Well, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ve got a couple of meetings–the work never stops, you know?” Jin smiled ruefully before turning to you again. “I hope I’ll get to see more of you?”

“I-I hope so?” You mutter shakily before he takes your hand again to place a soft kiss on it, goading Jungkook.

“Alright, bro,” Jin turned to Jungkook. “We should catch up again soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

When Jin was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook in curiosity. “You have got to fill me in on what that was all about,” you tell him completely wide-eyed.

He pursed his lips, giving you a look of mock innocence and an almost imperceptible smirk.

After your conversation, it felt as if a cloud had lifted off you. You fell into step with him, perhaps even more synchronically than before.

Just like before, you’d chipped away at each other’s walls, letting each other in again. There would still be some lingering questions, sure–but after your talk, there were considerably fewer.

******

After your date, he drops you off at home. There happened to be an open spot right by your front step—which was a shocker since street parking in your neighborhood was always shitty.

He rounded the corner and opened the door for you—just as he did at the restaurant. You stood on the curb, facing each other.

“Tonight was really fun,” you say to him.

“It was,” he agrees.

“Easily one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to,” you giggled. You were more into cheap eats and only went out to nice places at Cristina’s insistence…and only if she was buying. Otherwise, you’d typically order takeout or cooked at home.

“I can bring you to a fancier one on our next date?” He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.

You cocked your head to the side and squinted one eye. “How ‘bout we mix it up for the next one?”

His brows rose. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking…dinner, at your place?”

“Mm—takeout?”

You laughed. “No, I’ll cook for you! I can bring all of the ingredients.”

His mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Alright…” He sounded doubtful and the look on his face didn’t help him either.

You gasped, slightly offended at his skepticism. “I’ll have you know that I am a good cook!”

“Oh, you are?” His hands now settle on either side of your hips.

“Yes. And I bake, too,” you say confidently. You tilted your chin up and linked your fingers behind his neck.

“Okay…” he says in that low purr that makes your toes curl.

“And I think I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll be making for you.”

“Can you give me a hint?” His face was closer now. You can feel his fingers flexing restlessly on your hips. The pressure and warmth of his touch so close to where you ached for him was a unique brand of torture you were all too happy to subject yourself to.

You bring your face closer, your noses touching. “Hmm…I don’t think so,” you whispered, teasing him in return.

“Will I be able to eat it off you?”

His lips brush yours and you feel his soft breaths against yours. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck.

You smirked through his mouth. “That’s the idea.” You nipped at his lower lip. Before you knew it, his mouth took yours. His tongue, tasting you in slow, deep licks.

When you pull away, your teeth sink into your lower lip. That familiar warmth was spreading quickly from your diaphragm, moving straight down between your thighs.

“Would you–” you paused as your heart started to race. “Would you like to come up?“

He stared at you wide-eyed. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of the right thing to say. “Are you...sure?” He asks slowly.

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You nervously anticipate his response. He chewed at his bottom lip–looking like he was trying to find reason within himself but surprises you instead. “Me neither,” he finally says after a long beat.

******

He was on you in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your ass, his mouth on you in a feverish, ravenous kiss. He wasted no time, tongue licking into your mouth.

You moaned and gripped his waist, pushing onto your toes to deepen the contact. He lifted you, urged your legs around his waist and moved towards the couch. The hem of your skirt hiking up past your thighs in the most indecent way.

He was hard and pressing against your core, urging you to grind into him. You were at the point of no return. The same position you put him in, that first night you slept together. When you held him at the precipice until he practically begged to fuck you.

“God, I want you so bad right now,” you moaned, your hands stroking down his chest.

He pulls away from you briefly, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

You were dizzy with lust at the sound of his challenge. The whole night was a lead-up to this moment. Taking his hand, you slid it between you two, lifting your hips slightly to guide it to your wet center.

“For me?”

You nodded and moved your panties to the side so he could have better access. He cupped your slick heat in his hand. His fingers parted you, stroking over your clit, before pushing two digits inside. You continued to grind your hips, aching to feel his cock sink into your tightness, knowing how amazing it would feel–and he craved the constriction.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to pull him out. You cupped his hefty cock in your palm and stroked, making him groan and curse under his breath. He pauses his assault on your clit to retrieve a condom from his back pocket.

He hands it to you and after taking it, you rip the package with your teeth. Once he was sheathed, you reached back, yanking at the hem of your dress, attempting to pull it up further past your waist. You both giggle when you hear it rip at the seams, but you didn’t give a fuck. Lifting your hips, you hooked a finger under your thong and pulled it aside.

Hovering above him, you stared into his eyes and kissed him briefly. “I trust you,” you whispered to him. With a nod of his chin, you sank on your hips down his length. Your mouths fall open almost at the same time until he bottoms out. You sat still for a few seconds, relishing the feel of him stretching you.

Slowly, you rocked your hips forward, touching your lips to his at the same time until you were locked into a kiss again.

He broke the kiss to move his arm to arch your back. He quickly slides the straps off your dress, pulls the front down, and lifts your bare breast to his mouth. You moaned when you felt him teasing the hardened point with his tongue.

You surged forward, draping your arms over his shoulders.

Gripping your hips, he supported you, meeting each rhythmic movement of your hips, taking him deeper. You kept your eyes on him as they grew heavy. A rumbling sound filled the space between you.

You clung to the back of the seat and rolled your hips. You could feel him pressing against the deepest part of you. You cried out and ground into him, moving on instinct.

“Yes…yes…fuck…” You gasped, slamming your hips into his, pumping your hips up and down the rigid length of his cock.

Jungkook’s face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. “I’m going to come so hard for you,” he promised darkly.

His head fell back against the seat, his chest heaving, harsh sounds of pleasure scraping from his throat. His hands released you, clenching into fists against the cushions. He let you fuck him the way you wanted to…the way you needed to.

Arching back, you came with a cry, your entire body shaking, your walls grasping, rippling along his cock. Your rhythm faltered, and your vision blackened. An endless moan poured out of you, the relief made your head spin.

Then, your perspective shifted and you were on your back, Jungkook rising over you. He quickly strips his shirt and bottoms off. In your post-orgasmic haze, you hear a distant sound of material ripping. Your thong never stood a chance.

He wraps his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked. You tensed up while completely surrendering to him.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “Your mouth…”

He spread you wide with his shoulders, tonguing you until you felt that familiar buildup within your core again. Your fingers pulled at his hair, goading him while you quivered around his tongue.

“Please…I need you inside,” you whined pathetically, completely lost in mindless pleasure.

He stops, lifting his head, and places wet kisses on your inner thighs before rising.

His arm hooked beneath your knee to lift it to his shoulder, pinning your other thigh down. He props a leg on the floor for leverage and slid himself back into you, thrusting hard again and again, sinking deep.

You writhed underneath him, the feel of him so good.

He kept you pinned, using you as you’d used him. Sweat beaded on his brows, his control out the door and replaced by the need to cum. His body pounded into you, driving his cock into your tender core. Your body quivered with the threat of another orgasm.

“Fuck yes…don’t stop,” you moaned, your nails digging into his flexed biceps.

He growled your name and started cumming, his teeth clenched, hips pressed tight against you. The feel of the rhythmic pulsing of him spilling into you makes your walls contract, setting off another orgasm.

“So good,” he groaned, rocking into the spasms of your core.

You strained together, grasping at each other.

He buried his face in your throat and collapsed on top of you. No other sound, except your ragged breaths, fill the room. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair.

Once your pulses steadied, he lifted himself off you. After he discards the condom, he sits down and gingerly pulls you upright, and settles you into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft, contented sound when you snuggle in.

“That was good,” you tell him, playfully tapping at his chest.

A throaty laugh escapes him. “Thanks, I try.”

You pried yourself from under him and regard him intently.

“Are you still sure that you want to do this with me?”

“Absolutely,” he answers firmly.

“And you won’t regret anything?”

He shook his head and brushed his thumb gently on your brow. “I don’t regret any of the decisions I’ve made in the past. Because, if I hadn’t done all that, it wouldn’t have led me to you.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“As long as you’re okay accepting my past, my present, and everything else that comes with it.”

“I want all of you. And I won’t accept anything less.” You promised him.

“Good,” he says before he kisses your nose.

You convinced him to stay the night. You showered together, surprisingly managing to keep your hands to yourselves.

You got out first, dried off, and got dressed in your bedroom.

When steps out of the bathroom, he stills when sees what you had on.

“I-is that—mine?” He points to his shirt.

You stifle a guilty grin. “I mean…I thought you gave it to me?“

He scoffs. “I let you borrow it after you passed out on me that time.”

It was getting too difficult to keep a straight face while you tried to argue. “Sorry! I…didn’t think you’d miss it. Plus, it’s all worn out so—why would you still want it back?”

He laughs softly, relenting to you. “Fine. You look better in it anyway.”

You smiled triumphantly as you both got under the covers.

You snuggle up to him again, just as you did on the couch. His arm wrapped securely around you.

“By the way, since we’re being open and all—I have to tell you that…I’m not really much of a cuddler,” he says apologetically.

“Actually, neither am I. I get too hot when I sleep,” you admit.

His chest vibrates against your cheek while he laughs.

“But…if it’s okay with you, can you hold onto me just until I fall asleep?”

He sighed into your hair. “I’ll hold onto you for as long as you want me to.”

You lifted your head, looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a soft peck on his lips before you went back into your nook.

Before you drift off, he asks, “So—can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Make it a full breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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