Oh My God! You Dropped This Queen

Oh my God! 😭 You dropped this queen 👑

The Mark of Yun-Ki

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Hybrid/ABO AU  • Royalty AU • Fantasy AU • Daechwita AU

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Word Count: 8600

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: ABO/Hybrid sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat sex

Content Notes: All flashback scenes are in italics. In this universe, being a hybrid has a distinctly spiritual/mystical connotation. 

Acknowledgements: This story was not easy to write, but… in spite of the (or perhaps because of it) I have never been prouder of anything I have ever written. It was definitely a new type of challenge and it took multiple people who are extremely special to me to bring it to life. 

To @ppersonna (Lindy) and @taetaewonderland​ (Donna) … You are truly beautiful souls. You encouraged me relentlessly, let me bounce ideas off of you, and continue to be such wonderful friends. You filled in the gap every time i doubted myself. You never let me think less of myself. I adore you. Thank you so very much. Truly.

To @lemonjoonah (Lemon) and @xjoonchildx …You saved this story. I grew frustrated with it so many times and you never ceased to provide brilliant insight into JUST what I needed to add or take away to really bring this world to life. You are lovely friends and the time you spent helping me build (and rebuild) this story have made it truly sparkle. Thank you for your care and fabulous friendship.

To @underthejoon (Fal) … You were a clear voice of wisdom and support when I began to face some significant challenges both online and in the real world. Your insight and advice have given me a much needed perspective time and again. Thank you for listening when I needed you. Thank you for supporting me when I struggled to write. And - most of all - thank you for you friendship. 

To my Angels in the BTS SMUT HUB… So many of you gave me ideas about this story and encouraged me to keep writing. When I really struggled, you sent me countless messages of support and love. You are truly my people and my heart is so full of affection for you. 

“Why is he blindfolded?”

The guard beside you shifted uncomfortably. 

“The Emperor ordered that his eyes be covered at all times.”

Your gaze traveled covertly over your surroundings, assessing the dimly lit chamber with practiced disdain. 

“Leave us.” 

“My lady, I cannot-”

“Do you know who I am, soldier?”

Your voice slashed through the air like an icy whip. 

“Y-yes, my la-”

“Then you know it is unwise to displease my family.” One jeweled hand came to rest dramatically on your chest. “Your daughter is not yet fifteen …it would be such a pity to orphan one so young.”

The soldier bowed almost too quickly. 

“I will be outside, my lady-” he bowed again and again as he backed toward the door, “I meant no disrespect-”

It slammed shut. 

Then you were alone… save for the notorious prisoner bound and blindfolded in the cell before you. 

He was clearly aware of your presence, but made no move or sound of acknowledgement, not even when your footsteps brought you to the very edge of his enclosure. 

“Prisoner AG-D2… name unknown… crime unknown…” your hand travelled up to your hair to withdraw a long silver pin, “no date of birth, no date of arrest…”

The prisoner jerked suddenly when the sound of your pin tripping the cell’s iron lock reached his unnaturally sensitive ears. 

His nostrils flared as an almost familiar scent - buried beneath a decade of fury and fear - curled through him. 

“Who are you?” he demanded.

The words were more of a growl than a question, but the only answer he received was the sound of his cell door creaking open. 

“Why are you here?” he tried again. 

Lonely silence greeted his query and he wondered idly if you meant to intimidate him. 

It will take more than that, pet. 

“I am here to tell you a story…”

The prisoner barked out an empty laugh at your strange reply.

“I love a good story,” he whispered bitterly. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit at his spirit. 

His clothes were worn, but well cared for and the body beneath them was sleek and strong. 

Wrists bound together, eyes covered… but still every inch the proud warrior. 

This was not a man accustomed to being bound. 

“You were not raised like the rest of our people… The tales of our customs and our gods were - deliberately - never taught to you…But it is past time that you knew of them.”

He grinned, granting you a wicked flash of razor sharp fangs.

“Are all the Emperor’s prisoners tortured with fairytales?”

“Charming,” you snorted, dragging a small stool from the corner of his cell. The prisoner’s ears flicked curiously at the sound.

“Aren’t you afraid of me, storyteller? What if I’ve been imprisoned for devouring beautiful women like yourself?”

You shook your head in amusement as you settled onto the stool.

“Have you devoured many beautiful women then?”

“Oh absolutely-” his grin took on a decidedly sinful slant, “but I doubt that’s why I’m here.”

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A Thriller Film

pairing: director!Jungkook x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere, smut

synopsis: Jungkook’s life is his movies, but people don’t know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you.

warnings: smoking, stalking, murder, solo masturbation, public fingering

word count: 5.4k

a/n: i don’t know why i put so much effort into this but we love to see it flop 🥰

Smoking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Jungkook noticed you for the first time when a cigarette was hanging off his lips, exhaling the stress from the process of organizing a new thriller film with a less than cooperative crew. Fresh out of high school, you were bright and skipping on the sidewalk in the early hours of the morning. What would such a young woman, applying for colleges left and right, be so happy about?

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JUNGKOOK’S EYESBROW PIERCING

summary. daddy and mommy issues all around made you feel bad for your son’s best friend. you just hadn’t realized the care you held him with while growing up was being greatly misinterpreted. much less would you realize the way he watched you, but you felt great catching the eye of a young college boy at such an age.

pairing. milf!yn x son’s best friend!jk

genre. yandere, stalking. smut (little piece but it’s smut!!!)

warnings. curse words, forced pregnancy, poking holes in condom, religious parents, mentions of abortion, birthing, cheating, riding, wet dreams, lots of talks of wetness, inexperienced jungkook, age gap, stalkingx voyeurism, unsafe sex, unprotected sex, cum talks, mommy kink, scenes with throw up, overall pregnancy, jerking off, CORRUPTION KINK!!! and i’ll put more if it needs any!

word count. 10k

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authors note. baeeeeeeeessss it’s finally here!!! my jk fic!!!! it’s quite a long one shot but i hope u all really really really enjoy it!! it’s not the hardest yandere but i think it’s along the lines!!!! thank u for reading!! pls try and reblog to get this to other ppl!! don’t be afraid to send me asks about any of my series or to just talk!! (and super sorry for any mistakes, im posting this at work and haven’t had the chance to proofread!)

You weren’t as old as you thought you’d be when you had your kid. You were at the ripe age of 24, which weirdly enough, your OBGYN said was common to begin. You didn’t want to begin so young. You loved to travel, be introduced to different cultures and embrace them with their people. Everyone had always been so welcoming in your travels— something you didn’t have in your small town.

When your college sweetheart had told you he wanted to go raw, you fought him on it. Time and time again did you have to remind him that you would not fuck him without protection, and he always argued right back with you. Your girlfriends were begging you to break-up with his sorry ass, and you had finally mustered up the courage to do so. So on that eventful Monday morning, you awoke, excited to be free from such a suffocating relationship. It just hadn’t set in until after breakfast how nauseous you really were. And like a riverbank that had bursted through a man made wall, did all you had eaten that morning and night before, hit you.

You felt groggy the rest of the day, an ache settling in your stomach. It was shrugged off as bad food, and at your cheap college, there was no doubt that you’d get sick anytime soon. And so the time came to break-up with Seokjin, your stomach still cramping at every second as you walked to meet him on the campus gazebo. You were out of breath once you got there, Seokjin holding you upright as the pain began to throb throughout your body.

The suffocating man had rushed you to the hospital, knowing deep within what you had met up with him to do. All of the signs were there, but he didn’t want to let you go. And he’d do everything to not let you. It’s exactly why a huge smile broke out on his face once the doctor came back into the room with your lab results. His plans had worked— and you wanted nothing more than to get rid of his child growing within you.

The doctors and nurses congratulated you, assuring you that your pains were completely normal, it was simply your womb expanding. You hated every second of your parents cooing at you, as well as Seokjin’s. If you weren’t suffocated enough before, you felt as if there was no room to breathe any longer. Your life was being sucked out of you and you had no way to stop it.

Your parents had sent you a hard smack at the mention of an abortion. They swore and cussed and yelled their holy scripture at you, as if they were emitting a demon out of your body. As if you weren’t your own person, capable of making decisions. But you weren’t strong enough to fight your parents on it. Everyone knew. It was too late.

Five months later, your huge belly made your back ache terribly. Even more so when you walked down the church aisle, ready to meet Seokjin at the end of it. The white dress cascaded around your body, red carpet adorning your path. Five months and you hadn’t made peace with the thing growing within you. You felt like a terrible person as the mother’s from your birthing and parenting classes explained the happiness they felt as their tummy grew bigger. You felt nothing but disappointment as your stomach began to stretch and leave behind red marks of the being within you. You didn’t want to be those neglectful mothers who resented their children, but at the pace you were going, that was exactly how it would end up being.

The hospital had to induce your pregnancy. You were postterm, the kid within you refusing to come out on it’s set date, having gone two weeks after. You were sure the shock that would course throughout you at a natural water breaking pregnancy would help your nerves, but alas, nothing went your way.

You cursed and you yelled and you swore to Seokjin that you’d divorce him as soon as the baby was out. All of which went ignored by every official in the room as your husband held onto your hand. You squeezed the life out of him as a human bursted out of you. You waved your arm at the nurse as she carried your son to you, you were far too tired to carry such a chubby baby. After the proper procedure of being cleaned up, you had fallen asleep quickly.

Awakening to a sleeping Seokjin and a babbling baby, you get up from your bed, a strong ache in your uterus, but you ignored it the best you could. The boy laid beautifully in his crib, eyes still shut as he was freshly born. He was making small babbling noises, a laugh coming from you as you watched him, you hadn’t read of a newborn making much noise, making you believe you had a smart kid. Perhaps it was the hormones that were still crazy inside of you, but carrying him in your arms made you silently cry. Watching him, tears in your eyes, heart swelling with love you hadn’t known you had, you were certain you would love until the end of your time.

—

It was clear to everyone how badly Seokjin wanted to leave his life. His wife no longer put out, only carrying for their baby boy, he was always in a rut at work and he was certain he wanted no more kids. Jimin was more than enough work for him, not that he did much for the boy but provided a roof over his head.

You spent every waking hour with your favorite boy in the world, letting him dance his heart away as he had wanted since he watched Dirty Dancing by accident. You helped him with his homework, you took him to his play dates, you bought him everything he could ever want— and you taught him so unbelievably well. Every teacher conference was spent talking about how well behaved he was, how friendly he was with others, and how smart he was. He was your entire life, which is why you felt like losing it when he came home with a bloody nose.

“What the hell happened?” You rushed to your eight year old, tissues at hand as you delicately helped him. The streaks on his face told you he had sobbed, but he no longer was, rather, there was a smile on his face.

“Mom! Remember that boy who wouldn’t stop bullying me?!”

“Baby, did he do this to you? That’s it! His parents can not let such a brat run around and hurt people!” You were enraged, rushing off to your landline, ready to call Jungkook’s godforsaken parents.

“Momma, no!” Your boy chases after you, looking like a complete maniac with a bloodied face and a smile on his face. “It’s okay! It wasn’t him! He stood up for me today! He told the other bullies that I’m his best friend and they can’t mess with me again!”

You look down at your short human, worry etched into your face. He was sweet. Too sweet for this world, clearly, smiling even when he should be crying at an injury. It terrified you how much he would get teased and how he would take it, “they’re just having bad days.” He’d explain to you, defending the bad people in the world.

You sit the boy down on the kitchen island, his short legs swinging joyfully. You shakily grabbed a cloth, running warm water over it. There were many times where you went momzilla and screamed your lungs out at the idiots in his school, which landed your boy to not talk to you for days. Trying your best from embarrassing him or pushing him further from your hold, you wipe his face down, praying to any god out there that those boys would get what’s coming to them.

“You know,” you sigh, holding the boy's face to look at you. His chubby cheeks were puffed out at you as he watched you. “You're entitled to feeling angry or sad.”

“But what’s the point?” He asks curiously, eyes shining as they usually did. “Dad tells me things won’t get solved if I cry or yell, I have to be a man and deal with it.”

“Your dad was raised to believe in such preposterous things but you… I’m telling you right here, right now; You can be sad and angry with me. All those feelings that people think are ugly— feel them with me, okay?”

“Don’t you want to see me happy?”

“Of course, but these feelings… they’re part of life, okay? When you feel sad and hold it in for too long… you’ll only get more sad. It’ll overcome you and that messes with your happiness. I know it’s too much for you to understand right now but… you will one day, and until then, don’t hide any of your feelings, okay?”

The boy shakes his head, still confused at the different things his parents taught him. You frown softly at the clear confusion in him, but you place a small kiss on his forehead. “Go get cleaned up, you’ll do your homework with your new friend and play after, okay?” You put the boy onto the floor when he runs off, earning him a scolding but he pays no mind as he excitedly continues off.

Hours had passed since Jungkook’s promised arrival time, but he was nowhere to be seen. Jimin was upset over getting ditched, but like the good mother you were, you helped him with his homework in your spacious backyard and played one of his sea monster games with him; and as always, you were the monster tasked with chasing after him. The hours were filled with laughter as you made sure to dodge him purposefully, setting off more excitement out of the kid.

“Hello?” A soft voice stops you in your spot, a joyful look still sprawled on your face. Your eyes land on a small boy, smaller than Jimin. He was shy, his eyes refusing to meet with yours or Jimin’s.

“Jungkook! You’re here!” Jimin rushes to the boy, tiny arms grabbing his arms, “let’s play over here!”

You watched the boys play, a loving smile on your lips. There was never a day when Jimin ever made you feel angry.

—-

“Kim Jimin!” You yell out for your son. He was now sixteen and sporting the most atrocious of attitudes. It was the fifth time that week that he hadn’t turned in his homework, earning him an ‘I’ in his English class. You hadn’t even known that an ‘I’ existed, but there you were, about to scold your son for going as far as getting an incomplete.

“Chill out, lady.”

“Lady?” You scoff, both you and Jimin turning at the sound of your kitchen fridge opening.

“Just… pretend I’m not here.” Jungkook tells you two as he grabs himself a snack.

You sigh and turn back to Jimin. “Why haven’t you been turning in your assignments? Do you know what your grades are right now? All F’s and an ‘I’, Jimin, how do you manage to get that?”

“By not turning work in.” He shrugs, plopping down across Jungkook who now watched Jimin with wide eyes. He didn’t want to get caught between this, but it seemed like it was inevitable. “Plus, almost everyone in his class has that grade! He’s so unfair! He makes us do things we haven’t even gone over!”

“So you say something! Tell me, the principal! Don’t just stand there and not do anything!”

“What the fuck is the principal gonna do? She doesn’t care.”

“Yeah well, guess what? Saturday detention with her until you’re at least at a C minus.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t do that! That’s, like, child endangerment!”

“Yeah, well, watch me.” You couldn’t help the stubbornness within you at his own. The two of you were outstandingly petty, neither wanting to back down.

“Jungkook also has bad grades!”

“Well he’s not my kid, is he?!”

“You are such a b—”

“Finish that sentence and you’re… you’re… you’re out of dance!”

“God, you psycho! You know what?! It doesn’t even matter, I left on my own last month!” The boys stormed off, another one of his tantrums causing the entire house to shake on its hinges.

“Good! Cause you’re not going back!” You yell right back up the stairs, storming back into the kitchen and slamming the chair back in its place. The anger seething throughout you was too much to bear, tears springing out.

“I-I’m sorry.” Jungkook’s voice brings you out of your pity party. You turn to look up at your son’s best friend, wiping your tears away and sending him a small smile.

“It’s not your fault. He’s just… he hasn’t been the same since his father…” in a flash, Jungkook’s eyes turn angry at the mention of your husband.

“Is he moving out anytime soon?” He asks softly, as if he was worried he’d cross a line.

You turn away in shame, afraid to tell a living soul what your decision was. “Are you… are you staying with him…?” The tips of your fingers nervously tap against the kitchen island.

“I am.” You nod but quickly shove away the embarrassment in front of the sixteen year old boy. “But that doesn’t matter, okay?”

“It does though,” he sighs. “Is it for Jimin?”

“It’s for a stable home.” You grab yourself a bottle of water. “I’m sure you know… Jimin wasn’t entirely planned… I was in the middle of my senior year at college. I left and married. Who knew a prenup would matter if he’s the one who impregnated an intern— I shouldn’t be telling you this. Can you go up and check on him?”

The boy nods, grabbing his book bag and walking off, but not before asking you one last thing. “Are you really not gonna let him continue dancing?”

You chuckle and shake your head at the concerned best friend. “He thinks he was withdrawn but… his teacher was worried and his father’s still paying… so it’s just a matter of when he’s ready.”

——

“Baby!” You’re brought out of your trance, having previously been enjoying the summer sun on your soft skin. “Why are you home so early? I was going to pick you up!”

“I know, I know.” Jimin laughs, holding you close. “I had extra time to kill so Jungkook and I made it a road trip.”

“Where is that rascal?” You giggle, looking back to see your child’s best friend. His toned body was caught in the sun, locks beautifully cascading on top of his head. He was squinting, hands trying to cover the rays from blocking his view of you. There were tattoos deliciously drawn on his arms, standing out with the way his arms flexed.

“Jeon Jungkook.” You smile at the boy, making him drop the bags he was carrying.

“Mrs. Kim!” The boy floundered over to you, wrapping you up in a big hug.

“Look at you two,” you pull away from the strong boy’s arms and look at them both. “College is changing you!”

“Mom…” Jimin groans at your teary eyes. “We said no crying during visits…”

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Jungkook wipes your fallen tears away. “It’s hard not to when my favorite men are so grown up already!”

“You sound old, mom.” Jimin whines as if he were still a kid, which you laugh off. You head back inside your home, Jimin by your side as he wraps an arm at your side, talking about his first year at his school. You could feel a strong and burning gaze on your back, your swimsuit revealing your well toned legs, but alas, you ignore it, deciding to put all of your attention on your favorite boy.

“By the way, are you staying over for a while?” You ask Jungkook as you prepare him and your son some lunch. Jimin had wanted to wash up, finally deciding that the stench he emitted during his trip needed to be washed away.

“Yeah, my parents are in Paris.”

“Lucky them.”

“Since campus is closing up, mind if I stay here for summer? They won’t be back for a while.”

“Sure, the guest room should be all set up right now. You know where the blankets are?”

“After years of fort building? Hell yeah.”

You laugh softly at the mention of his childhood years. He’d stay over at your house for days on end, his parents always off on trips. He always seemed so heartbroken when his parents upped and left, and your perceptive boy would try his best to make him happy. Pillow forts, camping in your backyard, trips to the mall— anything to make him feel better. He always seemed okay, but he’d crawl into your bed at night and sob his tiny heart out. You’d let him watch cartoons all morning and he’d be fine the next day for a brand new adventure.

“Why don’t you go out with Jimin tonight? I heard he’s meeting up with some high school friends.” You offer up to the boy.

“We didn’t really have the same friend group in high school…”

“But you’re still best friends, right? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Trying to get me out of the house?” He teases, but the way your cheeks flush answers his question. His jaw clenched in anger, knowing exactly what was going on in your dirty mind.

“I’m not! I promise! Just thought it’d be nice, you know?”

“I’ll go.” Jungkook nods, a small smile falling onto your face.

“I’m sure you’ll have a blast!”

—-

The first time Jungkook met Jimin, he knew he didn’t like him. Jimin was just so kind that it made him want to bully him. Which he did for a bit, but he got bored after a while— even going as far as inviting him for a play date during a bullying session. It irked him, but what could he do? Clearly bullying didn’t work for everyone.

The next time he saw Jimin, he was crying in his mother’s arms. He couldn’t see your face as you were facing away from him, but he could hear your soft and soothing voice. You whispered sweet and calming words to the hiccuping boy. His eyes trailed all around the boy’s figure for any sign of an injury but he was clean. Why were you crying if you weren’t in any pain? Jungkook thought as he watched the family moment.

“You know dad didn’t mean it, baby.” Your words caught his attention, bringing himself closer to the scene, the two of you too distracted to notice him. “He’s just… he’s stressed. He loves you so very much.”

“N-no he doesn’t!” He sobs harder in your arms, tears and snot falling down his face and onto your beautiful dark green shirt. “He… he said he di-di-didn’t want me! You don’t either!”

“That is not true, Jimin. I didn’t…. I didn’t have a life before you, bubba.” The way you held his face so gently had Jungkook reeling. His violent sobs made his head thrash around but you held onto him so carefully, so lovingly. “You are and will continue to be the only man in my life. Gosh, I can’t even explain how much I love you! Just like how you can’t explain how much you love to dance, remember when you told me that?”

The boy nods, sniffling harshly and tears still coming down. “That’s how much I love you! When you can’t find the words to explain it, so… wholeheartedly.”

“I don’t know what that means…” his sobs quieted down as you wiped his tears away.

You laugh at his words, leaving your boy smiling right behind. His eyes shone bright as you continued to assure him of how much you loved him. He watched the scene in front of him, curious. Curious as to what Jimin felt in the moment, what it felt like to be loved by those who brought you into the world. It seemed unattainable because in Jungkook’s eyes, no parent ever truly loved their kid, but for some reason unknown to him, he believed you. He could see from the tiny crouch you were sitting in and the way you comforted him back into laughter, you truly loved Jimin.

Mrs. Jeon used to believe in fate. She would tell her only son of the fateful night she met Jungkook’s father, who just happened to meet at a bus stop, then a grocery store, and finally at a tiny bar where they got the guts to speak to one another. She spoke of how madly in love they were. It was an epic romance, one that made Jungkook so unbelievably happy. That is until his father was arrested for fraud— which his mother bailed him out for. His family was never rich, only his mother’s family, which she left all behind for Mr. Jeon. They were never the same after that. You had heard your mother speaking to her best friend on the phone once, “I sold my soul back to my family. I can never forgive him for that. But it was Jungkook. I can’t raise him on my own.”

Not that they ever truly raised him, seeing as how both his parents began to work for hours on end for his grandparents' company. They were gone most of Jungkook's life, which Y/N knew of. He knew you felt pity for him, which was masked by concern mostly, but he lathered in it. Befriending Jimin had got to be the best decision he had ever made, not only did he make a best friend who listened to him and understood his twisted desires (or at least tried to nor did he judge), but he also got you. You watched over him like no other, took him shopping for school supplies, new clothes for the new school year, and kept him company when he’d be lonely at home.

It was a bit confusing to decipher his feelings for you at first— you were Jimin’s mother and you were practically raising him as well. Wouldn’t you sort of be a surrogate mother? That’s creepy, is it not? He was also only just sixteen, his hormones were messing with his head, so he tried to shake it off. That, of course, didn’t stop the way your beautiful tits bounced in his face as you rode him, or the way you slurped up every ounce of his cum in his dreams. He’d wake up with the biggest hard-on’s of his life, blood rushing to not only his dick, but his cheeks as you whistled in the kitchen of your home. The home you invited him into with open arms.

It dawned on him how much he truly loved you when he caught you in bed with another man. It didn’t even matter that you were technically cheating on Seokjin, he just hated seeing you with Mr. Min. Neither of you had noticed the boy as Yoongi drilled you from behind. You were moaning so loud, sure that neighbors could hear every single thing. He could still remember the sound of slapping as he came in his fist at the memories playing through his mind. The next day, Jungkook had left a note on his history teacher's desk— warning him to stay away from you or he’d never see the light of day. And he listened, only because he thought it was Mr. Kim, and it was far too much drama for him to deal with.

He would watch you in your bedroom since then, watching as you dressed, cried, talked on the phone with your sister, came undone by your own hand, checked your body out after a shower, danced naked in front of your mirror— and just about did anything that a person did in their own space. In fact, there wasn’t a day that Jungkook hadn’t felt as if he had used up all of his jizz limit for a lifetime, finding such pleasure in watching you. But he didn’t feel bad, not one bit. How could he when he felt so close to you? He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to touch you, so this was what he stuck with.

The thought of leaving you behind to go to college made him sick. He’d spent countless days bedridden, afraid to look at you for even a second. There were stacks upon stacks of accepted college letters sitting on his coffee table, but none of them were close to you. His best friend was worried of course, no one was able to get in touch with the teenager, and so Jimin sent his incredible mother to check on him.

And she did. She headed straight to Jungkook’s home, and when no one answered, she did the only thing she could do— she called Jimin over and made him help her sneak in. Jimin didn’t want his psycho mother to do such a thing, but in the end, he listened and helped her up into the window, shoving her in. The only reason Jungkook had known was because of how loud the pair were. You were cussing like no tomorrow and he was scolding you for every bad word that was uttered. It made him laugh, but he wiped it all away as you walked into his bedroom.

“Thank goodness.” You sigh, a weight of worry falling off your shoulders. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering? Are your parents home? I saw all of these.” You hold up the unopened college letters. “Why don’t we open them together?”

“They’re all acceptance letters.”

“Okay, you’re either way too cocky or… you’re manifesting acceptances. Which I guess both are fine.” You chuckle, walking closer to his bed. He suddenly felt self-conscious as you trip over some of his dirty laundry. You had never been in his room before, which was because you felt far too uncomfortable doing so, in the end, you weren’t really his mother— just another middle aged woman. He knew you weren’t sick like that but she couldn’t risk anything with the people in town. “Look… I get how terrifying it is opening these… It feels like a great part of your future lies within a few words. In some ways, it does but you can’t let a rejection stop you.”

He watches you as you take a seat on the edge of his bed. He knew he looked a mess, he’d been crying for days, ignoring his hygiene all the while. He just couldn’t find the will to care as he imagined all that he could do to you in the comfort of his bedroom. “It’s not that,” he clears his throat, hoping to get rid of such nasty thoughts for a while. “I just… I know I don’t have a family. I know that. But I… I can’t help but feel like I’m leaving something behind…”

“Okay, first of all. You do have a family. I’m sorry it’s not the one that should cherish you first and foremost, but you do. And I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say, because I don’t want to dismiss your problems, but I know this feeling. It’s the “college is too far from everything I know and love” feeling. And it’s terrifying, without a doubt. But you know what helped me feel so much better?” She asked him, and she took the way he hung onto every word that she could comingue. “Knowing that there was a home to come back to. And Jungkook, you do have a home to come back to. With me and Jimin. The Kim household loves having a Jeon, don’t you forget that.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile like a dork. He just loved you so much and although it was such motherly type of advice, the same type she had given her own son, he couldn’t help but want to kiss her.

“What school did Jimin get into?”

“Seoul University. Why?”

“Just…” he trails off softly, looking back down at all the letters in your hand. Spotting Seoul’s letter, he grabs it quickly and stares down at it. He sits silent for a while, staring at the letter, as if glaring it down will assure that he’d be accepted.

“It’s okay… you can open now, later today, or never. Whenever you want to.”

“I… I’m ready now.”

“Okay then, let’s go ahead and open it.” And all of his prayers were answered as he read those soothing words. There was no way he’d ever let go of Jimin now— not when all he’d have to do is come back home whenever he did and you two would be reunited.

Which left him in your home now. Nineteen years old, heading into his second year of college after summer break. He was laying in the guest bed, strong winds outside, which was reoccurring weather in your town during its hot days.

He had told you he’d go out with Jimin, but he backed out at the last second, not feeling up to getting drunk with his stuck-up friends. You weren’t home, having gone out for drinks with your husband, supposedly, which he knew wasn’t the truth. The two of you were only binded by law, nothing more, nothing less. It was irritating the way the man strolled around as if he didn't have a care in the world, all while he had a different family across the world— which he paid off to leave. Nonetheless, it was good that he was home often, because no matter how much Jimin swore he hated his father, he always wanted a relationship with him— and weirdly enough, Seokjin was fighting to build a bond with him.

“Shh! You can’t… you can’t make too much noise, okay?!” Jungkook sat up at the sound of your voice, you were clearly drunk out of your mind with your supposed whispering.

“I thought you said no one was home!” A man’s voice is heard followed by his giggles.

“There isn’t! But still… shh!” You laugh along with him.

Jungkook was quick to get up out of bed, getting closer to the bedroom door, hoping to hear all.

“Think Seokjin is hating his life right now?” The guy asks in laughter.

“God! I can’t believe he thinks I’m gonna sleep with you! You’re like… the gayest person I know.” The two of them fall into an even bigger fit of laughter, as if it was the funniest conversation you two had ever had.

“I told you this chasing thing would be fun!”

“He’s never paid this much attention to me. It’s crazy.”

“But hey, at least he’s trying, right?” The man slurs out. Jungkook listens intently at the mention of your “husband.” His chest tightened with the topic at hand, fearing what you were speaking off. “I mean… he’s not the worst looking. And his dick? Huge!”

“Hoseok! He had a kid with another woman! He poked holes in my condoms! I don’t think his big dick is gonna change anything.”

“Right,” the man scoffs. “Did that just, I don’t know, leave your mind yesterday?”

You sigh, a small giggle coming after. “He does know how to fuck me. But who cares? A lot of men know how to fuck! Doesn’t mean I should get back with one who betrayed my trust time and time again!”

“Look, I’m not saying he’s a saint. Or forget his past mistakes, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this devoted. I mean, look at him and Jimin!”

“I know…” you sigh for the umpteenth time. “He’s just… there’s just… it’s too much history. And I am thinking about Jimin. Do you know how long he’s wanted his parents together? It’s the kid's lifelong dream… but if he reverts back to his old ways? It’ll just be Jimin getting hurt.”

“He’s not eight anymore, he’s nineteen. He’s in college, partying and studying it up. Believe it or not, he’s creating a whole world, one that won’t revolve around you— hell, some of it won’t even involve you. You have to think of yourself now.”

“Why do we get so philosophical after a few shots?” Jungkook pulls away from the door as he hears you and your friend walking into your bedroom.

“I don’t know. Hey, I know I’m into men but you look so good right now.”

“Gasp, do you wanna fuck?” The distant chortles of laughter only brings Jungkook back to reality. How could you? Thinking of getting back with the man who only caused you so much pain… It was ridiculous. How could you go for such an old man like Seokjin when you could have anyone you’ve ever wanted? And hooking up with him? You could do so much better! Could the old man even fuck? It was insane how hard he got at the thought of trying out so many new things with you. But it was enough wishful thinking— he needed to do something now. He couldn’t let you fall back into Seokjin’s trap.

—

You awoke that Sunday morning with a pounding headache. You were clad in last night’s clothing, smeared mascara beneath your eyes. You felt silly. You weren’t a college student anymore. For god's sake, you were 43 years old and acting like there weren’t any consequences to your actions.

The scent of food caught your attention in the middle of showering, sweet music being heard. You rushed the rest of your routine, rushing to see what was happening in your beloved kitchen. Wrapping a simple towel around your body, you rush out, water dripping off your hair and onto your body.

There stood Seokjin, apron around his body as he whistled to the tune of his favorite song. “What’s going on here?” The man turns around to face you and the sound of your face. Your eyebrow was raised in curiosity, amusement coursing throughout you at the sight. “Our son also got home drunk last night, so I’m making the greasiest breakfast.”

“How’d he even manage that?” You grab the cup of coffee that Seokjin handed you. You take a sip of the warm drink, feeling euphoric as you lathered in its comfort.

“Don’t know. Probably has a friend with an ID.”

“Should we, like, get him in trouble?” You ask the man, the two of you looking at each other in confusion. The man shrugs, and you respond with one as well.

“Do you think he’ll listen to us?”

“Probably not.”

“Then… a light scolding?” He suggests.

“I should probably do it…” the room tenses for a second at the mention. It was no secret that Jimin continuously pushed his father away. Why wouldn’t he? He spent his entire life avoiding his father, and now he just wanted an in? It was only a healthy response with his trauma.

“That’s fine. I’ll reap what I sowed.” You almost felt bad as he turned right back around. And as angry as your past self would be, you now were thinking of forgiving him. It made you feel like an idiot, he wasn’t ever a good man before. Why would it be different now? His sudden change caught you off-guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention.

“Hey,” you walk towards the man, grabbing his wrist and making him turn to you. “He’ll come around, okay? Jimin… he’s… he’s kind. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll get in. It’s going to be a long and hard process but I can see how hard you’re working… just don’t stop.”

The two of you stand there as he soaks up your advice. He nods softly, accepting every word you spoke. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“The other night… we… I hadn’t felt that way in such a long time.”

Now was your time. You could either shut it down, or accept it. Would you be a fool? Yes, you would. But how could you say no? He’s what you know. Nineteen years together, even if it wasn’t romantic nor healthy at all times, it was scary having to start all over again. And you were selfish, you didn’t want to start all over again.

“Me… uhm… me either. You… I missed you.”

The smile that washed over his features made you smile. It couldn’t be the worst decision, right?

“Can I… can I kiss you?” The way he stutters nervously makes you laugh, nodding your head, he dips forward, capturing your lips with his. A kiss is shared between the two of you after fifteen years, not counting the drunken one from two nights ago. You were unsure as to how you felt as you pulled away, his forehead leaned against yours, as he sighed in happiness.

You spent the rest of the day with Jimin and Jungkook, enjoying their days back at home. It felt good to have them home, making you reminisce to the days you made them snacks and took them to the park. Jimin was being his usual self, trying his best to ignore your coos and hand holding. Jungkook, on the other hand, was being clingier than usual. You had gotten used to him as he grew up, and you always played it off as major mommy and daddy issues, which you didn’t mind. You felt bad for the kid and wanted to give him the best childhood possible.

Something felt… different though. He hugged you a bit too close, his hands always dangerously low, he fed you his food in such an intense manner— even going as far as shoving a man and telling him you were on a date in the next town over. You had scolded him and assured him you could take care of yourself, which he pouted at, in return making you feel bad and buying him a few shirts. Jimin was oblivious to it all as he let his mom spoil him, most of his attention on the clothes he yearned for throughout the school year.

“Be back home by midnight! We’ve got to head to grandma’s tomorrow!” You call out after Jimin and Seokjin. The two were heading out for dinner, where Seokjin would drop him off at a friend’s. You were certain Namjoon wasn’t just a friend, having spotted the hickies on his neck just yesterday, which you ignored. How were you supposed to ask your boy if the bruises on his neck meant he was dating? It scared you honestly, he was still a baby in your eyes.

You were ready to lounge around at home, Netflix ready with a couple of snacks. You felt like such a mother as you downed cups of red wine, which to be fair, you were. You just weren’t feeling the best. You were no longer the young thirty-year old cool mother, rather you were the 40 something year old mom whose kid was embarrassed to be around. And being viewed as an old person made you feel… gross. You had spoken to your mother about it but she shrugged you off, “you’re overreacting.” she had told you, in which you replied, “Yeah, probably.”

The sound of grunts brings you out your thoughts. The confusion swarming your mind doubled as you looked towards Jungkook’s room. You had almost forgotten that the young boy was home, too enthralled on your night off. Either way, you were unsure as to what was happening, but you were scared. He had been prone to panic attacks and his labored breathing sounded as if he could be falling into one. Putting your cup down, you tie the silk robe around your body, walking towards his room. The grunts and hard breathing were a lot louder as you got closer and closer.

“Jungkook?” You call out, gently knocking on his door. It was to no avail, as he continued to make his noises. You softly turn the doorknob, pushing the door open a tiny bit. It all sounded a lot louder and you were stuck in your spot at the sight ahead of you.

The sweet and innocent boy you once knew was no longer, not as he laid in his bed, dick in his hand as he moved his wrist up and down. He was throbbing, the tip a dark red, yearning for release. His pants were so loud, whiny moans filling your ears. It looked almost comical, he was such a big guy, one who you wouldn’t believe could make such noises. You wanted to apologize for disrupting such an intimate moment, but you didn’t want to reveal yourself, ready to leave.

“Y-Y/N.” The way he moaned your name made you believe he knew you were there, and while he did, that wasn’t why he spoke your name. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, yearning to hear you moan on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You drive me crazy.” Your cheeks were flushed red at the sound of his frantic speech, but you quickly shut the door, taking a few steps back.

You were completely shocked. It had never dawned on you how he pined after you, sure he once told you he’d marry you— but he was ten years old. Ten year olds say ridiculous things. You’re. sure he asked you if a worm pees that day as well. You sprinted to your room, hoping to wash the last few minutes away. You wanted your innocent Jungkook back. You hid under your blankets, trying to think of anything but the boy pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You awoke in a flush, your dream plaguing your mind. Your panties felt wet, breath labored. The silk robe stuck to your skin, having forgotten to take it off before falling asleep. You felt shame washing over you in a wave of heat at the wet dream you had just had. The feeling of Jungkook’s tongue all over your body was enough to get you soaking, which was completely insane. No one had ever made you feel so dirty.

“Is it really that crazy?” You jump at the sudden voice. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you turned to look at Jungkook who was sitting on the empty chair in your room. He was clad in a white tee, grey sweats wrapping around his luscious thighs. “You’ve never once thought of this? Of fucking me? Letting me eat your sweet pussy?”

“J-jungkook… what are you… stop this.”

“Cause I have. God, I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. I want you to come on my tongue. My dick. My face. I want to take you everywhere we go. Everything you do is so fucking hot.”

“I won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just go to bed.” And you didn’t want any of it. You wanted to go back to bed, wait for Seokjin to jump into bed with you.

“Hearing you moan my name… god, I just about came in my pants. Can you believe that? You’re making me act like the horny sixteen year old that came at the sight of you bending over.”

“You’re insane.”

“Who cares, love?” He stood across from you, hand traveling to the back of your neck. His eyes were dark, traveling all around your figure. Your palm felt sweaty at the close proximity. The strong grip of your hair made you groan, the pain throbbing throughout your head, but it felt so good. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

“Jungkook… no, we can’t do this.”

“Yes we fucking can.” The way he roughly placed his hand over your wet shorts had you reeling. The moan that you released only made his pants tighten more around him. “Tell me you want me.”

“Jungkook, n-no.”

“Say you fucking want me.” The way he rubbed the palm of his hand around you made you want to rub up on him even more. “I-I know this feels sudden… but I-I want you so bad… and I know you want me too.”

“Jin’s al-almost home.”

“I want him to hear us. I want him to hear how fucking wet you are for me.” The boy shoves you back onto the bed, pulling your panties off harshly. There was no time to lather in the beauty of your purple underwear, not when his fingers were quick to dip into your folds. And he was right, you were sopping wet, his fingers dripping as he rubbed for a second and pulled away. The throaty whine you let out was enough to answer Jungkook— you wanted him just as he wanted you.

“M-Mrs. Kim…” he whines as he watches you writhe beneath him in pleasure. His fingers were going at a much quicker pace against your clit, every single sensation making your toes curl. It had been a long time since someone had fucked you real good, albeit you did sleep with Seokjin not too long ago, but as big as he was, he had lost his touch. He was no longer the man who could go hours on hours making you cum again and again— he didn’t have the stamina for it. Jungkook on the other hand, he seemed nervous and clumsy, but he hit every spot deliciously.

“Do you know how hot it is… your pussy is just tight enough for me.” Jungkook growls into your neck as he continues caressing you. “It almost makes me nervous. You-you’re so experienced.”

“‘M… doesn't matter.” You gasp between his kisses. “Make me feel good, baby.” It was his final straw— the same name you called Jimin, was being used on him. Just as it happened in his dreams of you, it felt unreal.

He was quick to flip you over, sitting you on top of his hot body. The blush tinting his face made him all the more cuter, something you hadn’t known you were into. You felt so powerful on top of him, his strong form feeling so weak beneath you.

“I-I want you to fuck yourself on me.” The nervousness to his tone overpowers the confidence he wanted to show you. His stutter made you laugh, a pout forming on his face.

“Jungkook…”

“Don’t call me that.” The grip he held on your wrists frightened you, but you shrugged it off, your arousal trumping all.

“Baby…” you groan as he softly humps himself on you. You were sitting directly on his clothes member, the friction against you overwhelming your senses. “Are you… are you a virgin?”

The whine he let out was delectable. “I-I’ve been waiting for you.” Your face went flush at his revelation, but you felt so good. How could such a beautiful boy be so attracted to you? You had taken notice of what the passing years were doing to your body, your boobs were a lot less round as they used to be, and the hair you liked to wax into a Brazilian, was growing those familiar grey hairs. You hadn’t felt sexy in a long time— but watching the boy slowly go crazy over your body, it made you want to keep going, no matter how fucked up it was.

“You’re such a good boy.” You coo at the boy, in turn having his ears turn red at the praise. “Do you want m-mommy to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please. God, please make me feel good, mommy.” He was on the verge of tears at how hard he was. He was throbbing beneath you, pulsating at your every move. “I want to feel you. Please, please…” he pleads. “R-ride me…”

“Okay, baby, let me grab a—”

“No, no condom… I want to feel you. Can you do that for me?” The way his chest rose up and down made you feel even more weak for him.

“Okay, anything for you… to make your first time special…” you nod, lifting your night dress over your body, tossing it off to the side. The way he watched your tits, with so much want, as if you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes upon— it riled you up. “I don’t think you can hold out my mouth, so I want you to cum in me, and I want you to enjoy yourself— don’t hold back.”

“I-I won’t.” He stutters out. And just like that, you lay him back down against your fresh duvets, clambering over him. Your slick traveled down onto his cock at the smallest of touch, leaving him dripping wet alongside you. The lengthy moan he released as you sat yourself on him, makes you clench. He was sputtering out random words, mind enthralled on your warm pussy. He slid in easily, and you wondered if it was a turn-off for him— how wet and easy it was to do so, but the way he shook beneath you answered your question. He didn’t care that you felt used up, he didn’t care that you were far older and had gotten around for quite some time. He just wanted you. And that’s what pushed you to move your body on him.

It made you feel so good seeing him whine and moan beneath you. To know that you were the first person to corrupt his mind, making him filthy with you. Your arms were placed up against his chest as you rode yourself on his cock, both of you making the loudest of noises at every move. You didn’t expect much from his first time, which is why he came inside of you five minutes later— but you continued to ride him. The overstimulation was almost too much for him, begging you to keep going but stop all at once. It was gratifying.

“I-I…” he lets out a lengthy groan. And with a couple of more soothing movements, you pull off of him. You had no release, but seeing him pant and dazed off at fucking you was enough pleasure.

You laid beside him, hand on his moving chest. A layer of thin sweat coated your hairline, your mind felt empty yet so full all at once. The boy you watched grow up had just cum inside of you. It was wrong. Completely wrong for you to love corrupting him.

His muscle filled arm is draped over your body as he drags you closer to him. His nose nudged into your neck, breathing in your smell as deeply as he could. “You smell like me.” He continues to rustle about with you, talking about his school life. At some point throughout the hour though, it dawned on you just how screwed you really were.

—

The past four weeks were stressful— you spent most of your waking hours away from your home. At the gym, at Hoseok’s home, or at the bar you frequented. Any second in which you had to spend time with Jungkook was quickly evaded, an excuse about your busy mother life being used. You couldn’t look him in the eyes— it felt as if you had taken advantage of him. But you were four glasses of wine in and he looked so good, and he thought you did too with the way he ate you out the next morning— which was done in the kitchen of your home as Jimin showered. It made you feel sick now, acting like a hormonal teenager with one, which he technically was. He's a nineteen year old college student, how could you? You watched him grow up. How could you ever face his parents? Your son? Your husband?

“Mom, let’s do something today.” Jimin sighs as he drops himself onto your bed. The sheets you had damaged were long gone, having bought new ones the next day.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hmm… I don’t know.” He lays his head onto your lap. “Are you feeling good enough to go to my favorite seafood place?”

You shake your head, feeling the bile at just the thought of seafood. “Maybe a park? Have one of those picnics you used to love.”

“With the red velvet cake?” He asks with a hopeful look as you sift through his soft hair with your gentle hands.

“Are you kidding? It’s not a picnic without it!”

“I’ll grab the sunscreen, basket, and blankets!”

“I’ll grab the money!” You laugh as your son jumps around, excited to spend time with you. Although you often found yourself frowning at the way he tried to “act manly” and ignore you, it was nice times like this that made you so grateful for him. His rebellious phase was long gone and now was a sweet hard working boy who thanked his mother for where he was now. It made you tear up as you remembered his class president graduation speech. He spoke of the hard times he went through at the start of his high school career and how you hadn’t thought for a second to give up on him— and he mentioned his best friend. The only other person in his life who understood him, who stood by his side and told him when he was being the worst person he could be. Thinking of it made you sad, Jimin would be so utterly hurt if he found out what you did with his other half.

“Should we grab this, too?” He points at the huge rotisserie chicken spinning on the heated display.

“Think we can finish it?”

“Hell yeah! I’m a growing man, mother, I can do it.”

“Okay, big boy.” You laugh him off, continuing down the aisle of food. You continued to skim around the shelves, in search of the sweetest snack you could find. There were no more cinnamon balls that you munched on during your pregnancy, which is what you had been craving for a good while. You cursed out the person who discontinued such a yummy snack as you grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. It was the closest you would come to.

Walking out of the breakfast and baked goods aisle, you were met with the fresh meat department. The red and bloody sight made your stomach churn with disgust. The smell seemed to hit you a lot harder than usual, clearing your throat in hopes of ignoring the way you wanted to upchuck. But getting the smell of the cut up fish on display was the final straw, your mouth blowing up as your bile made its way up. Ignoring your cart full of snacks, you rush to the bathroom, pushing a young girl out of the way to get into her stall. You gagged as it came out of you, the girl ignoring her anger and turning worried at your sick self. You continued to throw out the contents of your previous meal, an ache growing in your stomach.

“A-are you okay?” The unknown girl asks as she helps you by holding your hair out of your face. You could tell how grossed out she was, but she mustered up the courage to help, making you feel grateful as she put your clean hair down afterwards.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Bring you some medicine?” You shake your head, hands shaky at the suddenness of the moment.

“I’ll be fine. Just… been feeling queasy for a while.” That’s when you take notice of her pretty belly. It was beautifully round with a kid inside of it, making her frame look tinier. It always left you in awe at how pretty those pregnant bellies looked.

It wasn’t until the strong ache in your stomach hit once more that you realized it all. The pains you had been getting were so familiar. The pain filled moments felt like the ones Jimin put you through as he stretched out your womb, your sudden cravings for the sweetest snacks you could find, and the nauseating feeling at the smell or thought of seafood. It was all you had felt whilst pregnant with your boy.

“Actually…” you look up at the young woman. “Could you buy me a, uhm… a pregnancy test? I’ll pay you back. I just… I can’t go out there.”

“Of… of course!” The woman storms out of the restroom as if she weren’t carrying a human inside of her. It almost made you feel jealous as to how much energy she seemed to have— you could barely handle walking up a flight of stairs when you were that big.

You sat in the women's restroom, nervous as you awaited her. You couldn’t be pregnant— you’re forty-three years old! You were either the most fertile woman on the planet or you were overthinking. You hoped it was the latter.

The girl wasn’t hasty with it, quickly handing you the test. She waited alongside you, talking to you about the most random of things, having sensed the stress you were feeling. Your leg bounced up and down repeatedly as the test faced down the sink. You glared at the stick, wishing for a negative. A negative would solve your issues, you’d be safe. You’d tie your tubes as quickly as you could when it came back negative.

The two lines staring back at you knocked the air out of your lungs. You were quick about the abortion plan, but the thought of it made you sad. You hadn’t wanted to abort the first with all your might, but as you laid your eyes on him for the first time, you were so unbelievably happy with your decision. What if it was the same with this kid? The only other problem was, who’s kid is it? Seokjin or Jungkook?

—-

You had decided that the answer didn’t matter. You slept with Seokjin once again, in hopes of letting him believe he was the father. Which again, you weren’t sure of. Jungkook and Jimin left back for school, making you tear up at the sight of your boy leaving once more. Jungkook had tried time and time again to talk to you, but you kept it short and curt. You could tell how hurt he was by your change of heart, but you needed to put up boundaries.

You had made your appointments just fine, Seokjin going to every single one to hold your hand. He swore it was a sign that you two were meant to be, what with the ages you were both at. And maybe it was. You saw the change within him, and although you raised Jimin on your own, you knew he’d step up for the second. You didn’t have a hard life ahead of you. Even Jimin was excited, despite being a bit worried at first.

It was certain that Jungkook knew, but you continued to stick by the fact that the baby you were carrying was Seokjin’s. And when she was first born, you couldn’t tell. Seokjin was too in love with his daughter to notice anything off about her. It wasn’t until her skin began to build stronger, and her eyes were brightened that the looks began to kick in. She didn’t share any features with Seokjin. Not that anyone cared nor noticed, but it was all too weird for you as you stared down at your daughter and saw no one else but Jungkook in her.

It wasn’t until you got back home from a doctor's appointment that you felt more scared than ever before. Jimin was sleeping on the couch of his home, all while you could hear the familiar sounds of your giggling girl. You thought nothing of it until a familiar voice made you rush into the kitchen. And there stood Jeon Jungkook, holding your daughter, making her laugh and caressing her soft features. Standing so near her only brought their shared features out a lot more— the two were practically twins.

“She’s beautiful.” Jungkook speaks, making you jump in your spot at his soothing voice. Not once did he take his eyes off of the tiny girl, smiling lovingly at her. “Looks nothing like your husband.”