Eight Years

Eight Years

[Summary]: Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.

[Theme]: MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon.

[Rating]: fluff, smut, 18+ content

[Word Count]: 2,493

[Author’s Note]: I wanna say this is probably the first fic I have ever written? I could be wrong but I am almost positive. So glad to finally share it though…this is one of my favs.

[Materialist]

"Let me sit on your lap," You demand from your husband.

Namjoon looks up at you with wide eyes as he stops chewing, his cheeks stuffed with food. He looks too good, even with a mouth full of greasy hamburger. Dark green t-shirt, fluffy hair, and, of course, gray sweats — you absolutely have to cuddle him. It is not an option. You must.

"I'm eating," He says, but you're already lifting his arm up and sliding onto his thighs.

"Keep eating, then," You reply, shoving your nose into his neck. He smells clean, like fresh laundry. And his hair is soft as you play with the ends of it at the nape of his neck. You can't get enough of this man.

Namjoon continues chewing as he lets you sit on him.

"I'm not understanding this behavior," He says, mouth full.

"You don't have to,"

"But I want to,"

"Just accept it and move on,"

Namjoon shrugs and stuffs the last piece of his hamburger into his mouth. His chewing is obnoxious, and you're sure that there's grease all over his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss the fuck out of him right now anyways.

He leans back on the chair as he drinks his water. His warm palm comes up and rubs at your back. They're so big and strong; you can't help but melt into his palms as he holds you. His touch creates a reaction within you, like a heater touching an ice cube.

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you.

"Yeah, it was okay," You mumble against his neck. "How was yours?"

"It was good. Couldn't wait to come home, though,"

"Why?"

"Don't know. Kind of wanted to see my wife."

"You're seeing her,"

"No, I'm seeing her back."

With that, you bring your head from the crook of his neck to look your husband in the eyes.

"Now I'm seeing her," He smiles. "Hello, angel," He hums, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

You reciprocate, enjoying the softness of his lips before you pull away, an antagonizing grin plastered on your lips.

"You taste like beef,"

"Well, you insisted on sitting on me while I was eating."

"Never said I didn't like it,"

"Didn't know you liked the taste of beef and spit. Well noted,"

"I like the taste of you," You coo, giving his cheek a pinch.

"Tch," He snorts, giving you another kiss.

This time, you tuck your lips into his firmly. Your hands caress his jaw and neck as you move your lips against his. Namjoon sighs against you, confidently sliding his hands up your back as he tilts his head into yours. He hums into you, enjoying the way you kiss him so surely.

After a few more kisses, you pull away, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

“I missed you today" You confess.

“I did, too,” your husband kisses the inside of your palm before his eyes flicker up to yours hurriedly, as if he remembered something.

"Guess what, babe," He starts, hands firmly holding your waist. He doesn't give you time to respond, though, immediately continuing his sentence afterward. "When I was riding to work this morning, I decided to take the same route we used to walk down before we started dating. They're putting it under construction."

"What?!" You exclaim, your heart dropping in your chest.

"I know. I was really upset about it," He sighs, rubbing circles into your hips. "It made me think all day, though. That place holds so many memories."

"It does," You frown, remembering your early days with Namjoon at the spot. "That's where I kissed you for the first time."

"That's where I kissed you for the first time." Namjoon corrects, smirking.

You sigh. "Namjoon, we have gone over this,"

He chuckles as he kisses the bridge of your nose. He finds enjoyment in antagonizing you.

Looking back on it, you both leaned in at the same time. But it was you who took the first step towards him, deciding on whether or not you wanted to kiss him right then and there. You guessed you both had the same battle going on in your heads at the time.

"I can't believe they're putting it under construction," You frown. "We wouldn't be married if it weren't for that path."

"Well, it's been like what? Eight years since we started walking down there? Married for 3, dated for 4, friends for about 1-2 years... yeah about eight years. It probably just needs to be renovated. It was all torn up, even when we met there."

You laugh at that. "God, that makes me feel old. Eight years..."

"I know," He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'll be sad if it looks different." You pout.

"Don't be sad. We still have a lot of places where we experienced our firsts at. Like that bridge where I asked you to be my girlfriend. Or that restaurant by the ocean we had sex in for the first tim—"

You playfully hit his shoulder. Your husband just laughs as he wraps his arms around your waist. Namjoon kisses your cheek as you try to act annoyed at him for bringing up the shameful place you both had your first with each other. But, alas, you can never truly be annoyed at him. You love him too much.

"Don't kiss my face, your mouth is covered in grease," You whine, pushing him back softly by the shoulders.

"Why don't you lick it off then," He smirks.

You raise an eyebrow at your husband.

"What is it, babe? Are you taking back your words? Do you not like the taste of me?"

"That's not what I meant," You roll your eyes.

"What did you mean, then?" He taunts you.

"You know what I meant,"

"No, baby," He grins. "I don't think I do,"

You know he knows what you meant. He just wants an excuse to hear you say it.

"I like the taste of your cock, is what I meant." You give it to him.

Namjoon gives you the most fuck boy smile you've ever seen after that. It gives your pussy a shameful heartbeat like it always does whenever he flashes his teeth at you like that.

"Shut up," You shy away from him. But Namjoon grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him as he cuddles your hips closer to his.

"Did you eat today?" He asks, changing the topic while giving your jaw a kiss.

"Mmhm," You hum as he sensually drags his lips down your neck. You know what he’s doing. Trying to get you to focus on a thought while he teases the living hell out of you has always been a kink of his. However, you’re too needy not to play into his antics today. It’s kind of fun playing this game, anyways.

"Was it good?" He bites at your sweet spot. You gasp, your hands firmly grasping his shoulders for support as he effortlessly turns you on.

"So good..." You moan as he licks the soreness of the bite afterward.

Namjoon's big hands cascade up your shirt, slowly making their way up to your breasts. He massages them firmly as he rolls his hips up into yours.

You force your hips to grind down into his, begging for some friction down south. You hate how he does this to you in literal seconds — makes your pussy aching and wet for him with just a flash of his teeth.

"Yeah? Can you tell me about it, sweetheart?" He grins before sucking a fat hickey just above your clavicle.

"Ahh—I-I had pasta," You moan. The very thin material of your pajama shorts does not make the situation any easier for you.

"Yeah?" He antagonizes you further, lifting your — his — t-shirt over your head. He hums at the sight. "Was it just how you like it?"

Namjoon kisses down your chest, stopping at your nipple before giving it a gentle lick. You gasp at the contact, your nipples extremely sensitive to his touch. He licks it again before encasing the bud completely in his mouth, sucking and gnawing at it as he waits for your answer.

"J-Joon—" You pant, your fingers immediately tangling in his locks. His hand rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, causing you to jerk your hips harshly into his. Namjoon moans at the friction, squeezing your hip as he motions the sway of them harder and faster against him.

"'C'mon, baby. I wanna hear about your meal," He grins, his teeth scraping your nipple as he does so.

"You tease," You moan, tugging on his hair.

Namjoon flashes another signature smile at you, and if it weren't for the jello filling your legs, you would slide down to your knees and suck him until he forgot his last name. But as much as Namjoon would love that, he kind of wants to fuck his wife into the sheets right now.

"S-Stop smiling at me like that," You shy.

"Or what, baby?" He hums, kissing down your torso. "How will you punish me?"

"I-I'll—"

He slides a hand down your pants.

"I'll—"

His fingers delicately slide up your folds, his middle finger gently circling your clit.

"I'll—ffuckk," You whimper, eyes focused on his hand in your pants.

"You'll fuck? Fuck what, babe?" He coos, circling your opening gently, gathering your juices on his fingertips, before he continues. "Me? Hmm, I don't think so. Fucking is my job this evening."

"Joon—," You cry, rocking your hips into his fingers. "Do it,"

"I will." He promises. Namjoon's strong arms manhandle your thighs, securely wrapping them around his waist before he walks the two of you to the couch. He gently tosses you on the cushions, ripping off his clothes before he joins you. He tugs your pants and panties down your legs, spreading them wide for him after he tosses your clothes on the pile with his own.

Namjoon slides between your thighs, pressing his cock hard against your entrance.

"Hello, beautiful," He coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Hi," You reply, giving his lips a kiss.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you now. Is that alright?"

His word choice makes your thighs tremble as they wrap around his waist. You nod at him, situating your arms under his shoulders securely for what's to come. When Namjoon says he's going to fuck the shit out of you, he's gonna do it with all he's got.

"Alright," He smiles before giving your forehead a quick peck.

He rubs his tip up and down your cunt a few times before sliding in with a sharp jerk of his hips. He fucks you hard after that — so damn hard and so fucking fast, brutal in his pace. You can feel him hit your cervix while the heat of friction burns your walls. You know you're not going to be able to walk properly for the next few days, but it feels way too good to ask him to slow down. You don't want him to slow down.

"How are you still so damn tight after I've fucked you for so long, huh?" Namjoon pants above you. His hands harshly grip your hips, pinning them down to the cushions as he fucks you deeper.

You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your husband never relents in the bedroom and you love it. You love it so much, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and sweat cascading down your face and chest. "Eight years and every time — fuck — every time it's like I'm fucking you for the first time."

"Ahhh—Fu-J-Joon!" You cry, wet tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Namjoon responds to you with a grunt as he quickens the movements of his hips. His pelvis claps against yours with every thrust, filling the room with lewd noises.

"Aghhh, baby, keep clenching like that," He demands. Like you can even help it at this point. You're so close to your high, your legs literally shake against his hips.

"Joon, I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, digging your nails into his back.

"Not yet. Don't cum until I say so," He instructs, biting your shoulder as he struggles to keep his release inside his balls. As badly as he wants to cum, he wants to enjoy this more. He gets to see you every day. He gets to shower with you and cook with you and go on walks with you and fuck you every day. But he can never take a moment with you for granted. He wants to savor all of it, just like he has for the past eight years, and just as he will for the rest of his life.

You squirm beneath him, trying your hardest to keep it all in. But he's so good. He feels so good, and you don't know how much longer you can control your orgasm.

"Namjoon," You whine, scratching at his neck and back.

"I know, sweetheart. Just a little while longer," He compromises.

"I can't...!" You gasp. Namjoon grabs your thighs and hikes them over his shoulders before ramming into you again. The couch is scratching against the hardwood, moving with him as he fucks you in this position. He hits you in all the right places, fucking you just as hard, fast, and deep as before. But this time, you can't control it. This time, the man on top of you looks fuzzy, and you wonder why he moans your name over and over again as your neck falls back against the pillows. You can definitely feel his dick twitching, though. And the unnecessary amount of wetness pooling at your core and thighs.

There’s a moment when nothing registers to you. You're just harshly breathing as all you can see is white, until Namjoon's voice wakes you out of your trance.

"Baby...y/n," He calls your name. But you're too exhausted to give a response.

Namjoon kisses your cheek as he slides a hand under your neck. He tilts your head up at him.

"Look at me," He demands, and you do. He's clearer now, but your eyelids feel like bricks as you attempt to blink. "You just squirted. All over me."

You laugh at that, as does Namjoon. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours before giving it a firm peck.

"Fuck, that was so hot. I love when you do that," He chuckles. "I love you," He says, showering your face in kisses.

"I love you, too," You sigh, finally able to catch your breath and look at your husband properly. God, yes, you do love this man.

"No, but really," He says, gathering his t-shirt from the ground and wiping up your thighs with it. "What kind of pasta did you have?"

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

tonight i present to you, namjoon and his thick cock.

a man as beefy as namjoon has a thick cock, and maybe he gets a little feral over the way it splits open your pussy. he loves missionary, solely because he can watch how stretched out you are with every back pull, unashamed with the filth that spills from his lips as he rocks back into you. perhaps even a little enamored by how creamy your pussy becomes, thick ring of white clinging to the base of his cock.

and maybe sometimes he gets a little carried away, pulling your legs off the bed, stomach con-caved slightly. perfect for him to see his cock through your tummy when he’s fully flushed inside of you.

it would turn into somewhat of a kink for him, watching as he pulls back, only to push in and that little bulge to show once more. his head would tip back, a low groan rumbling through his chest.

maybe the second time he notices it, he gets a little more bold. gentle as he splays his fingers over your stomach, feeling each time he pushes into you. thick cock sliding beneath his hand. his hips picking up their pace, and his desperation growing tenfold; that he pushes down on your tummy.

the both of you moaning in unison, because holy shit you can feel him inside your stomach. so deep, and so thick your legs start to quiver.

“one more time” he’d beg, even after the both of you come down from your high. anything to feel that pure euphoria once more. anything to see as he punches into your stomach, one more time to fully ingrain the imagine of him so visually deep inside your cunt.

and to be a slightly more filthy. maybe he curls his hand around the bulge of his cock in your tummy, squeezing ever so slightly, extremely gentle— as if he was jerking himself off, as your walls milk him.

hello!! so glad to see you back IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR UPCOMING WORKS :-))

I was wondering if you could write smut for heechan and/or seungho because they felt possessive over the reader?

thank u :))

pairing: hwang heechan x fem!reader

warnings: slight dumbification, smut, profanity, toxic fan behaviour, rough sex, protectiveness and possessiveness from heechan, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, drool, fingering, marking, hickies, mdni!!!

a/n: k its like 3 am and I need god💀Don’t even wanna proofread anything so if there’s mistakes, just ignore them🙏

“Heechan! Over here! Give us a smile!”

You timidly moved to the side, flashing a reassuring smile to your boyfriend Heechan as you felt his hand rest on your lower back, guiding you through the hectic airport security and eager fans that tried to sneak a glimpse of the world renown football player. 

You just happened to be in the way. 

Having your boyfriend be such a celebrity was intimidating sometimes. Just like now, with the lights of cameras flashing throwing you off, and the loud shouts from both female and male fans. It can be a lot to take in, but having Heechan hold you close to him by his side, makes you feel much more safe. 

“Are you alright?” he asks you quietly, looking into your eyes and immediately showing an apologetic look for what you have to experience as a result of his career. You chuckle, holding his hand in yours. “Don’t worry idiot, I know the cameras are all for me anyway” you quipped, making Heechan smile like a fool and look down. 

He didn’t want to smile too big for the cameras. That was for you only. 

“Hwang Heechan! Could I get your signature please?” a desperate looking fangirl shouts, pushing herself through security’s arms. 

Heechan unfortunately is used to this, so he isn’t surprised, but he does squeeze your hand in his, asking you if it’s alright that he signs this one thing for his fan before you two go through security and on to board your flight. 

You smile softly, nodding as you let him make the fangirl’s day better. 

You watch the girl almost flirt with your steel wall of a husband, with Heechan declining and respectfully keeping his distance with the fan. Your husband’s responses almost made you laugh out loud. 

“Are you doing anything later, Heechan?” the girl pouts, showing off her keychains and jersey.

Heechan doesn’t even mind looking up at her, instead signing her shirt and nodding his head. 

“I’m boarding a plane.” he says monotone. 

“I hope you’ll see me at the airport when you come back! I’ll be waiting for you!”

“No thank you” Heechan replies curtly, making you chuckle. 

However, it isn’t until you feel a tug on your sweater that makes you jump just a bit closer to your boyfriend in fear. 

A male fan pushes through there, practically shoving his recording phone to your face as well as a pen and notepad. 

“Hi Y/N! I’ve been watching all of the videos on the internet that have you in them” he boasts eagerly, making you furrow your brows from being uncomfortable.

“Oh. Thank you.” you said, trying to bow your head in respect and declining giving out your personal signature, before walking forward with Heechan. 

The fan takes it a step too far when he grabs onto your wrist harshly, making you step back and almost tumble due to the amount of fans surrounding you two.

“You can do better. You can be with me and I’ll show you how a real man treats his lady” he whispers chillingly and disgustingly into your ear. You would’ve tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but Heechan is already right by your side in less than a second, prying the man’s hands off of you. 

“Please do not touch people without their consent. You might be able to invade my privacy, but please don’t invade my girlfriend” Heechan says cooly to the fan, sending him a harsh stare and grabbing onto his wrist. Fans surrounding you two whisper in shock and awe, making you become a bit embarrassed. 

“Babe..” you said softly, tugging on Heechan’s sleeve. “Let’s keep going” you suggested, finally making it out of the public eye and heading near your flight. 

Heechan looks pissed right now, whispering something to the security that was protecting you two, before holding your hand tightly on his own and bringing you two to a secluded, single washroom. 

“Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did he do anything else to you? My fucking god I swear if they continue to invade your privacy and space like that-”

Heechan quickly spits the words out, placing his hands on his hips before taking your wrist in his hand and massaging it soothingly.  You mutter softly, looking down at your wrist. 

“It’s okay, I’m not hurt”. You felt a bit embarrassed back there for some reason, feeling that the media and netizens would criticize your boyfriend for being too harsh back there. You knew what he said was totally right, but of course, there are such things as haters and trolls. 

Heechan locks his jaw, staring down at you intimidatingly before he sighs, pulling you in for a protective hug. 

“I’m so sorry my love. If you don’t feel like going, we can just go back home. I can rent a private cottage up north and we can-”

“No!” you quip up, looking up at Heechan. “Baby, it’s fine I still wanna go on our vacation” you whined, trying to assure your worried partner. 

You stand on your tippy toes, giving him a small kiss to the cheek and corners of his lips. 

“Let’s go board our plane” you smile, finally getting him to sigh and intertwine his fingers with your own. 

And so you two boarded your plane and arrived at your vacation spot that you had wanted to visit for a while now. It was only a night after arriving at your hotel that you could sense a bit of tension with Heechan. 

It was nighttime, and you were getting ready to snuggle next to your boyfriend who was already lying down in bed, eyes shut but not actually sleeping. 

Turning off the lights of the bathroom, you quietly tiptoe to the edge of the bed, wearing only a thin silk nightgown that Heechan loved, before opening the covers enough to straddle your husband laying down. 

Heechan’s eyes are closed, but his hands roam your soft thighs, his member starting to get hard when he realizes you’re wearing just the nightgown and no panties. 

Heechan sleeps bare as well, only wearing his boxers and opting to go shirtless when he sleeps. That gives you plenty of room to roam your hands across his sturdy and broad chest, feeling up your boyfriend's muscles and leaning down to press kisses on his lips. 

Heechan smiles into the kisses, opening his eyes and taking your face in both hands. He then swiftly switches your positions so that you’re now lying down and he’s on top of you, kissing you hard, and feeling you up with his large hands. 

You moan when Heechan starts to circle your wet cunt with his fingers, both of you looking down to see the tip of his hands covered with your slick. The sight makes you smile, looking back to Heechan and sucking small light hickies on his neck. 

But for Heechan, ever since that male fan had harassed you like that, he couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of possessiveness over you, feeling like he should protect you from anyone now. 

You can sense how stiff Heechan is, making you pull apart and link your arms around his neck, asking softly. 

“Something wrong, baby?”

Heechan blinks out of his trance, looking down at you and wanting nothing more but for him to be the only person able to ruin you and make you his. 

Heechan quickly removes your nightgown, watching as your plump breasts become hard at the tits, running his fingers to pinch them and make you arch your back into the mattress. 

“Heechan,” you replied, eyes shut as one of his hands massaged your tits and the other continued to poke at your entrance, rubbing circles and applying pressure. 

“Say who the fuck you belong to” he mumbles, low, deep, and commanding. 

When you don’t answer immediately due to the pleasure, he sends a slap to your cunt, making you whine and clench around nothing. 

“I said, who the fuck do you belong to” he replies dark and menacingly, peppering kisses by your neck and collar bones to make up for the pleasure mixed with pain. 

“You.” you shuddered, whining even louder and burying yourself into Heechan’s shoulder when he slaps your pussy again.

“Say my name baby girl” 

“Daddy” you whimper softly, trying to hide your red cheeks into the pillow. 

Heechan finally brings down his boxers, letting his weeping cock to brush back and forth on your folds to mix your precum together. 

“How would you like it if one of my fangirls touched me like that” he whispers in a low voice. 

You shudder, thinking of how you felt that possessiveness and jealousy so many times when you saw him with his fans.

“Hate it. Hate it, Daddy” you groan, crying out his name when he finally slips his tip in, stretching you out and making you clutch onto him for support. 

“Fucking shit” he mutters under his breath, giving you no mercy and shoving his fat cock to let you adjust to his size. 

“That’s how I fucking felt with you and that asshole”

You panted, sweat beading in the valley of your tits, bouncing with every hard thrust Heechan made. You clawed at his happy trail, leading up to his abs. “Don’t know what you’re talking about Daddy,” you moaned, a tear almost escaping when Heechan grabbed your hands and intertwined his own with your, making you unable to grasp onto anything now. 

“Oh fuck,” you screamed, trying to raise your head so that your boyfriend would reward you with a kiss, before his simply leaned down and peppered one onto to your temples. 

“That fucking asshole at the airport. He doesn’t fuck you like this does he?” he asks, smiling when you shake your head obediently. 

“Only you, heechan” you tell him the truth, making it now his turn to groan as he could feel your cunt clench around his clock from just you saying his name. 

“Do I turn you on babygirl? Make you fucking crazy for my dick?” he mumbles softly, kissing you feircly and protectively. 

You could only pant a trail of yes’s and high pitched whimpers, telling Heechan that you were close. 

“S’too much” you whined, shaking your head and feeling the way your tits bounced with every hard motion made by Heechan. 

Then, it all comes crashing down with the most intense orgasm you’ve had since you left home. Heechan made sure to take his time with you when you two had sex, but this time, it was somewhat better with how protective he was of you. 

Heechan sits back, looking at your spread legs, leaking, puffy looking cunt, and the way some drool pools out of the corner of your mouth. 

He hovers over you, making you squeal when his fingers come to play with your mixed cum. 

“That’s right. It’s only me.”

[do not translate, repost, or claim as yours!! ]

✧˖ ?!— ALWAYS WITH YOU ౨ৎ . - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 𝜗𝜚 : " i want to cum in you every way possible ?? "

summary. your husband spontaneously realizing he wants to have kids with you, was most def. not on your bingo cards!

notes. teeheehee, i need husband! jk injected into my veins!! no but fr might just do a few drabbles of dad kook cause he rly is daddy if you think bout it (+ this is for my dearest pookie, you know who you are!!)

warnings/includes. (017 / breeding), talking about having kids (duh), tit play, overstimulation perhaps??, after care :), he's just so smitten rly

he wanted to get you pregnant.

maybe that sounded to forward and it probably was considering you despised kids- okay, perhaps didn't despise but not necessarerly a fan either. but god did his heart tight in his chest when he saw you with kids, the way your voice tone instantly shifted to something more sweeted, the way you fixed their hair, smiling innocently not knowing all the fucked up fantasies in the head of your husband.

as he observed you, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother you would be. Would you soften, your edges rounding into tenderness, or would you retain that fierce independence that he had fallen in love with?

and the more he thought about the further did his mind wander: you both the bringing the kids to school, a little family on the dinner table, the bedtime stories you'd both tell to bring the kids to sleep, the first steps, heck- the first words.

regardless he knows you'd be a good mother, a great one at that (and a hot one but we move)

admits all the cute fantasies there was all the fucked up stuff leashed under it, the thought of seeing you belly-full was strangely endearing to him that he could take care of you even better then he already did, that you'd just carry something of his, a teny tiny mini mix of him and you.

"god, i can't believe she's making me look over her son, he's a cutie but a menace nonetheless," you shrugged after setting your sisters son up with some other kids, "earth to jungkook" you waved dramatically in front of his face as he seemed still rather zoned out. "i want to have a child with you," he blurted out instantly.

to say that your jaw was on the floor was an understatement, you never thought that jungkook out of all people would want kids so early on, you'd always seen him as a free spirit, doing whatever- whenever but a child meant commitment for a lifetime.

you moved closer to him, removing one hair strand that was losely hanging behind his hair, his gaze unfocused, eyes never settling as if he was scared of what you'll answer, "i want to have kids with you but i don't wanna plan things out if it happens, it happens and if it doesn't right now, it doesn't- let's take it slow"

you saw his expression shift not necessarly sad but still a bit dozed, you ran your hands through his hair as if to cheer him up, squeezing his cheeks after, "you're the only one i could imagine making a family with"

you did in fact not take it slow- not even in the slightest.

"wanna have everything with you, do anything, fuck- you'd be such a hot mom, baby" he groaned out, lips against your skin, gently biting and licking the fragile skin.

"everything just feels so right with you," Jungkook whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he peppered kisses along your jawline. "I never imagined wanting this until I met you"

your mind felt dizzy, hazy even and you could damn well feel your panties getting ruined solely by his words and what did you do? mentally blame it all you being 'drunk' when you knew that you only had one drink during this whole evening - no, the thought of having his children couldn't possibly have this big of an reaction on you, could it?

"i want to cum in you every way possible," he caresses your hair innocently till pulling just a bit harder, gaze dozing off like he didn't just propose his want for ruining you as a whole, slowly kissing all the bare skin of your upper body till stopping at your chest, "have i ever told you how much i love your tits?"

"huh-" he didn't give you a lot of time to think, licking and nibbling like he had been starved of your company and body for months, leaving a few dark hickeys behind, mouth going back to your ear mumbling something almost inaudible about being 'so hard' for you, only you.

you didn't know how much stamina this fucking guy had.

the sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and sobs having have filled the apartment for damn long, you were sure you heard some sorta banging against the walls from your neighbours - certaintly wouldn't be the first time.

whenever he came in you, he watched the cum drip out of you even going as far as tasting the release of of his fingers himself, his hips almost like moving on their own after everytime reaussuring you "just to make sure"

whispering sweet nothings into your neck, cock slapping in and out of you, how you'd make the "prettiest fucking babies" and how he'd "always be there for you"

and after he's done with you, he'd help you clean up, softly washing you, gently placing tiny little kisses over your shoulders, getting you all wrapped up in bed later, clinging onto you like you were about to fade.

your eyes barerly open as his hands brushed over your hair, so slowly like he was luring you to sleep, "you're so important to me"

you fall asleep with a smile on your face, the one he so adores.

CLOSER ✰ KIM NAMJOON

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

word count: ~4,158 words

genre: established relationship ✰ smut (18+ pls)

tags: unprotected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); handjob; disgusting amount of fluff; sooo much teasing; aftercare.

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the first rays of the sun gradually made their way through the curtains casting a warm, golden light into the bedroom. you were lost in a profound slumber, enveloped by a serene and tranquil dream when an unexpected tickling sensation on your neck stirred you from your rest. a small, barely-there peck drew your attention to the area. then another. and another.

slowly coming back to the world of awareness, you discover, much to your delight, that it was none other than namjoon showering tender kisses all over your neck and arms. slowly, he traces his lips along the contour of your shoulder and places a series of tiny pecks on each part of your exposed skin. the warmth of his breath as he sighs contentedly against you entices you further into wakefulness.

his voice, still laden with traces of sleep, breathily whispers into your ear, "i missed you."

namjoon's lips proceeded to gracefully dance across your skin, akin to gentle butterflies fluttering around. they trace a tender path from your shoulder onto your collarbone before finally landing on the sensitive area just behind your earlobe. your breath catches in your throat as he murmurs against your skin - each enunciated word sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs softly with a loving tone that began to ease you out of sleep even more.

as namjoon presses his warm naked torso against yours, you couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly soothing his touch was. his presence was like a furnace, filling the room with an almost tangible heat. his body curved around yours with perfect symmetry and his arms were securely wrapped around your waist.

even though you enjoy every second of namjoon's gentle affections, the growing warmth ultimately became too much for your groggy state. whining softly from a mixture of discomfort and longing for more unencumbered intimacy, you shift restlessly in his embrace.

namjoon's sudden silence takes you by surprise. he pulls away slightly – just enough to gauge your reaction – and looks at you with eyes full of hurt and confusion. "after all that time i spent away on tour," he says defensively, sulking as he frowns at the sight of the distance between you two, "you're really going to reject me now?"

biting back a small grin, you turn on your side and reach out tentatively to cup his cheek gently in your hand. "no one's rejecting you," you murmur softly. "but it's just really hot in here." you couldn't help but let out a snort-laugh at his exaggerated sulkiness and reach out to affectionately tousle his unkempt hair – an action that never fails to elicit an endearing scrunching of his nose that you loved so much.

the corners of his mouth gradually curve into a smirk before he crosses his arms stubbornly across his chest. "well, if that's all it is…" he sighs theatrically, though you notice playfulness sparking in his eyes once more as he adjusts the sheets, allowing cooler air to circulate between your entwined bodies. as namjoon leans back and allows you some space, you study his familiar features – the sincerity in his gaze, the soft curve of his lips, all painting a picture of a man who radiated love and warmth. "there. better?"

the moment you give him a nod of approval, namjoon smiles warmly and pulls you back into his embrace. this time, with the sheets adjusted, it's much more comfortable. as your bodies meld back together, you intertwine your legs with his, pulling him as close as possible.

slowly, almost hesitantly, you lift your head to meet his gaze, and time seems to pause just before your lips touch.

your eyes flutter shut as your noses brush against one another, and the gentle pressure of his mouth against yours is like a taste of heaven. the kiss begins tenderly, understated but full of emotions that words could never express. it deepens gradually as the fire within both of you ignites; namjoon threads his fingers through your hair with a firm yet delicate grip, pulling you closer and making the intensity of the kiss grow.

a soft sigh escapes from between your lips as namjoon's large, warm hands find all the spots that make your pulse race – stroking along the curve of your hip, dipping into the small of your back, and brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, spreading goosebumps across your skin like wildfire. soon enough, the sweet passion between you escalates – a subtle ache surging through your body as you feel his length harden against your thigh. the weighty evidence of his desire only serves to coax a quiet moan from you in response. namjoon himself is hardly silent, which is something you never get tired of. the sounds he produces are like music to your ears – first soft sighs and ragged breaths escalating to eager gasps and throaty moans. you can't deny how much they turn you on; there's just something primal about hearing his desire so plainly laid bare in the sounds he makes that it sends shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

his exploring hands drift lower until they reach the waistband of your panties. with a teasingly slow motion, his fingers slip beneath the fabric, gradually daring to venture further. his touch is featherlight, teasingly gentle as he traces your folds.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as his fingertips make contact with your slick arousal. his touch is both tender and firm, his fingers tracing maddeningly slow circles around your clit. namjoon's touch is a delicate dance, his fingers caressing and exploring, mapping out the contours of your most sensitive areas. he pays attention to every subtle reaction, his touch adjusting and intensifying with each trembling breath and hitched moan that spills from your lips. with each revolution, he applies just enough pressure to drive you to the edge, only to pull back and leave you yearning for more.

"does that feel good? tell me, baby," namjoon whispers softly but demanding into your ear. his deep voice reverberates through your trembling body.

the overwhelming pleasure clouds your thoughts, making it difficult to string together coherent words. despite this challenge, you manage to breathe out through a lust-induced haze: "yes… yes, namjoon. fuck, so good." your hand instinctively reaches for his arm—fingers digging into his skin as if driven by primal force—to anchor yourself in the present moment. just as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice, he somehow senses your impending release and withdraws his hand, leaving you gasping for more.

wide-eyed, you meet namjoon's gaze, your desire mirrored in his darkened eyes. wordlessly, namjoon brings his slick, glistening fingers to your slightly parted lips. parsing the unspoken invitation immediately, you eagerly take his offered fingers between your own parted lips and indulge in taste of your arousal. your tongue swirls languidly around his digits as if drawing patterns against them—eliciting deep groans from namjoon that hint at just how much he's enjoying this interlude as much as you are.

the fleeting moment of stillness is suddenly broken as namjoon's lips forcefully collide with yours and his tongue eagerly makes its way into your mouth.

breaking the kiss, he swiftly pulls your his shirt up and over your head, his gaze fixated on your exposed breasts, your nipples tantalizingly perked from the cool air. namjoon's lips trail a scorching path down your body, hands squeezing your breasts while his lips leave a trail of wet kisses and nips. with every inch he traverses, the heat between your thighs intensifies, aching for his touch. with a flick of his fingers, he effortlessly removes your panties, discarding them carelessly on the floor. his hands guide your thighs apart, and he settles himself between them, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue emerges from between his lips, wetting them in a teasing display as his gaze locks with yours. then, his tongue ventures forward, delicately tracing along the folds. he explores your entrance, his tongue circling the perimeter, before plunging deep inside you, eliciting a moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.

"namjoon—," you gasp, your fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him to continue. your fingers curl in the sheets as his tongue ventures deeper. namjoon manipulates his probing tongue expertly—flicking, swirling, occasionally letting it linger—masterfully alternating between subtle grazes and intense pressure as if he's attuned to the rhythm of your pleasure. his ministrations are both a slow, torturous tease and an intense rush of ecstasy.

"p-please, namjoon," you mewl. you writhe beneath him, your hips instinctively rising to meet his mouth, seeking more. namjoon's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues his relentless assault on your senses. he knows your body so well, every secret spot and hidden desire, and he uses that knowledge to drive you closer to the edge.

with every stroke of his tongue, he brings you to the brink of climax, only to ease back and prolong the pleasure. he teases your entrance again, his tongue dipping inside briefly before returning to the swirling motions on your clit. the sensation is maddening, a delicious torment that pushes you to the edge of sanity.

incoherent babbling spills from your lips, fragmented words and moans blending together in a symphony of pleasure.

in a moment of lucidity amidst the dizzying sensations flooding your body, you manage to whimper out a plea to namjoon: "wait… please wait. i-i don't want to come just yet." confused by your request and with a glistening trail of your arousal lingering on his chin and nose, he gazes up at you with questioning eyes as he continues to grip your thighs firmly in place.

"i want… i need…," your voice quavers with an overwhelming mixture of emotions as you confess, "i want you inside of me."

namjoon's eyes widen for a second before a grin spreads across his face. a deep chuckle escapes him at your admission; the sound reverberates through you like waves in a calm sea. maintaining eye contact with you, he offers a teasing reply: "now who said that i couldn't give my baby multiple orgasms?" his fingers leave gentle trails on the inside of your thigh, embodying an ironic innocence given the serious and sinful nature of his words.

consciously ensuring that he remains at that tantalizing edge and not allowing you the full release just yet, he plants tender yet frustratingly sweet wet kisses on the delicate skin of your inner thighs along the path to your glistening core. it takes all of your willpower not to squirm under his touch, your body yearning for the climax that he holds just out of reach.

"joon," you whine, the sound escaping your lips in a breathy plea. you bite your lip and paw at the sheets, your fingers curling and releasing in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of control. his chuckle deepens while a sly grin unfolds upon his lips, clearly enjoying the effect he holds over you.

as you teeter on the brink once more, he lowers his head again, his lips latching around your swollen clit. the moment his tongue intensifies its assault, sucking gently and lapping at your sensitive bud, your entire being trembles with pleasure. the sensations wash over you in waves, igniting a delicious ache deep within your core.

but namjoon isn't satisfied with just his mouth. his hand slides between your parted thighs, his finger poised at your entrance. slowly, he eases his finger inside, the slick warmth of your walls enveloping him. as he plunges his finger deeper, a moan escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively toward him.

his finger curls inside you, expertly stroking against your velvety walls, searching for that perfect spot that will drive you wild. his tongue never ceases its fervent assault on your clit, alternating between delicate flicks and firm, relentless licks. the combined sensations send electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, coiling your muscles tighter and tighter.

your breathing becomes erratic, your moans growing louder and more urgent. the intensity builds within you, threatening to burst free at any moment.

with one final, tantalizing swirl of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his finger, he sends you hurtling over the edge. a strangled cry escapes your throat, your body convulsing in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm.

namjoon, ever attentive, watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. he revels in the sight before him, your body quivering with pleasure, your eyebrows drawn together and your lips parted as you pant in ecstasy. the raw, uninhibited beauty of the moment leaves him momentarily breathless.

as the last remnants of your climax ripple through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless, namjoon slowly withdraws his finger and eases himself up, a triumphant and satisfied smile gracing his lips. crawling back up your trembling body, namjoon captures your lips in a searing kiss, feeling the taste of your arousal.

as your body gradually starts to settle, namjoon gently pulls away from the kiss, gazing upon your face with tender concern. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before planting a soft peck against your forehead, as if attempting to smooth out the slight creases that formed. his eyes twinkle with warmth as he lets out a breathy chuckle before asking, "okay?"

you hum in response to his question. "want more, though." as your gaze drifts downward, you can't help but notice the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of namjoon's shorts. a smile plays on your lips as you lower your hand, deliberately palming him through the material.

namjoon inhales sharply, his eyes widening with surprise. a low groan escapes his lips as he leans into your touch, his hips involuntarily rocking against your hand.

encouraged by his reaction, you slip your hands beneath the waistband of his shorts and underneath the soft fabric of his boxers. you skillfully lower the fabric, throwing it haphazardly to the floor, exposing his throbbing shaft to your hungry gaze. namjoon's length stands proudly with a bead of glistening pre-cum adorning its tip. the warmth of his skin greets your touch, your fingers wrapping around his length. a sharp intake of breath escapes namjoon's lips as your hand starts to stroke him, your grip firm yet gentle.

his eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back slightly as a low groan escapes his parted lips.

moans escape both of you as he aligns himself with your entrance, slowly pushing inside. you gasp at the delicious stretch, feeling him bottom out within you, his size filling you completely. whimpering his name, you cling to him desperately, the world around you fading into blissful oblivion.

hungering for more closeness, your lips meet namjoon's in a feverish kiss. breathless moans fill the room as both of you lose yourselves to the passionate embrace. fingers entwined in one another's hair, needing and wanting more; it's impossible to tell where one of you begins and the other ends.

"fucking love you," namjoon breathlessly murmurs between heated gasps for air, punctuating each word in rhythm with every powerful thrust of his hips. "i've wanted this…wanted you, for so long."

with each calculated movement, namjoon hits that specific spot within you that makes your vision blur with pleasure, the sensations sending bright, dazzling specks of light dancing before your eyes. the intensity of it all causes tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as you cry out involuntarily.

unable to hold back any longer, you finally respond to namjoon's confession, raw emotion coursing through every last syllable that leaves your mouth as the words tumble out. "love you too, baby. so, so much," you whisper, breathless and in awe.

as if spurred on by your response, namjoon reacts by tightening his grip around your legs. he lifts them gently and wraps them securely around his waist before steadily increasing the force of his thrusts. he firmly pins your arms above your head, weaving his fingers delicately through yours. this change in angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, intensifying the sensations that ripple through your core.

your eyes flutter shut in the midst of overwhelming pleasure, but namjoon's voice, thick with desire, draws you back from the brink.

"look at me, baby," he coos, his voice dripping with desire.

his intense gaze pulls you back from the abyss of pleasure, and you obediently open your eyes, meeting his hungry stare. "there we go. so beautiful like this," he murmurs, "so responsive, so eager for me."

effortlessly, his hand slides between your entwined bodies, fingers deftly seeking out your swollen clit. moving with unhurried precision, he delicately traces circles around the ultra-sensitive nub with the pads of his fingers while planting a trail of warm, wet kisses along the curve of your neck. your other intertwined hand is still clasped tightly together, fingers turning white from your vice-like grip.

as if namjoon knows exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of you, he continues to speak. whispering dirty words of encouragement and praise that only serve to drive you closer to that coveted edge. his voice is smooth as velvet but dripping with sin as he urges you on, "that's it, baby." he gauges how close you are when he asks with a breathy tone in his voice, "you're so close, aren't you? you going to come for me?"

in response, you nod furiously between shallow breaths and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan – the sheer amount of pleasure makes speaking almost impossible at this point. without any conscious decision on your part, your hips begin to buck against him. in tandem with his deep thrusts and precise movements against your clit, a cascade of moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. you can feel the familiar coil of release tightening within you, ready to unravel.

and with a final thrust and swirl of namjoon's fingers, you cry out his name as your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper. namjoon's body tenses, and a deep, guttural moan rips from his throat. in that moment, you feel his release, warm and pulsing, painting your insides.

then stillness.

the room fills with deep breaths and the warmth emanating from your connected bodies. namjoon collapses onto you and immediately buries his face into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving with exertion.

you become aware once more of the sensations around you: the smell of sweat and cologne that fill your nostrils and the sounds of punctuated breaths intermingling in the quiet air. your limbs still wrapped securely around him—arms encircling his shoulder blades like a hug while legs retain their position firm around his waist—you bask in the shared afterglow.

heavy breaths mingle, and your heartbeats gradually slow, bringing you back to the reality of the room.

after a moment, you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your skin as he lifts his head to look at you. his eyes soften as they meet yours, and he can't help but smile as he breathes out a simple "hi."

you can't help but shyly giggle at the simple greeting, feeling a wave of love for this man wash over you as you reply with a matching, "hi."

he brings his lips down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips - each touch impossibly gentle in contrast to what had transpired moments prior.

"when did you get back? i didn't even hear you come in."

namjoon grins before explaining, "the company van dropped me off around 4 am. i didn't want to wake you." feigning annoyance but unable to suppress your grin, you reply with a teasing tone, "well, you should have."

eventually, namjoon gathers enough strength to carefully withdraw from you. once free from your embrace, he pushes himself up off the bed and strides across the room. your gaze falls upon his strong naked back – toned muscles rippling and glistening with beads of perspiration. you feel your face rush with warmth as your eyes hungrily trace his form, leaving your heart racing even more than before.

he returns promptly with a warm damp towel slung across his shoulder, a water bottle, and fresh sheets.

with gentle hands, he begins to clean you up as you take turns having sips of water. the soothing touch of the fabric against your skin elicits a contented sigh from your lips. thanking him as he finishes cleaning you, namjoon suggests, "you should go to the bathroom while i change the sheets, love." you pout and let out a playful whine, feeling too comfortable to move.

he shoots you a skeptical eyebrow lift as if daring you to contradict him further but conceding to your unwillingness to move, begins to reach around you, determined to carry you to the bathroom despite your resistance. upon his first touch, a sudden surge of laughter and half-hearted protest arises, and you squeal in response to his intentions. "i can go by myself!" you manage between bubbles of laughter.

with a playful swat to your naked behind, namjoon pulls back and encourages you onward. you wobble slightly under his touch, as the surprising sensation momentarily sets your legs off balance. namjoon laughs at your reaction, rushing forward to catch you before you stumble further.

"careful there," he teases with a glint in his eye, his hands firmly supporting you. you shoot him a playful glare in response.

"you think this is funny?" you retort, feigning seriousness as a giggle betrays your attempted facade. "you're definitely going to pay for that."

namjoon kisses your temple lovingly. "i look forward to it."

once you reach the bathroom, namjoon steadies you and places another tender kiss on your forehead before retreating to change the sheets. you take a moment to pee and freshen up before making your way back to the bedroom. the sound of crisp linen being smoothed over the mattress drifts through the slightly ajar door.

as you enter, you find namjoon diligently finishing up with the fresh sheets. his naked form is a sight to behold, causing a faint flutter in the pit of your stomach.

namjoon turns to you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you returning. "all done," he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

you playfully stick out your tongue. "you're so efficient," you remark, earning a chuckle from namjoon.

once you're settled back into the soft embrace of fresh sheets, namjoon joins you, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

lying down next to each other in the scented sheets, you both turn to face one another, allowing your eyes to lock on each other's.

namjoon brushes a strand of hair away from your face, studying its texture between his fingertips before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. it's slow and tender before it gradually begins building into something more passionate and fiery.

he breaks the kiss momentarily, resting his forehead against yours as both of you pause to catch your breaths. "so how are we planning on making me pay?"

a grin spreads across your face as your hands glide downwards toward his torso playfully. "well," you muse innocently at first with slight mischief coloring your tone, "there are always massages if we want to take things slow." you let silence briefly fill space between your words before adding with a sly grin: "but i think we can be more creative than that – don't you agree?"

namjoon's laughter rings through the room. "i'm always up for a little creativity."

feeling a slight shiver run down your spine due to a mix of exhaustion and slowly cooling sweat, you realize just how spent you truly are. however, the warmth of namjoon's embrace keeps the chill at bay and provides a sense of security that envelops you like a protective blanket. as if sensing your need for further comfort, he pulls the sheets up and around the two of you, the soft fabric cocooning your sated bodies.

as you lay there nestled against him, namjoon guides your head to rest on his chest – your ear pressed against his warm skin, allowing you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his arm remains draped protectively around you, while he gently traces soothing patterns with his fingertips over your exposed back and shoulders, massaging away any lingering tension. feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep, you fight to keep them open. however, namjoon reassures you with a soft whisper.

"go ahead and sleep, my love. i'll be right here when you wake up."

Way Back Home | jjk | Prologue

pairing: jungkook x reader

au(s): exes to lovers, single mom reader

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: parents au, single parent, coparenting, chaebol jungkook, ceo jungkook, assisstant reader, angst, pregnancy, jungkook's dad is a dick.

authors note: hey guys! here's the prologue to the new story! i surprisingly finished it much faster than i thought, but here you go! let me know what you think.

Next | Masterpost

“Congratulations! You’re 9 weeks pregnant!” The doctor states as he rubbed the probes around your abdomen. 

You felt your heart drop in your chest as you looked at the screen. You knew, God of course you knew. You took 6 tests and every single time it came out positive. But for some reason, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

You were pregnant. 

“And look here, there are two sacks.”

“That means…”

“Yes, you’re having twins!”

You felt your eyes tear up as you looked at the two little black and white peas in your uterus. You were pregnant, with twins too. You would’ve been surprised but honestly, since you’re a twin…It’s just inevitable. 

You felt your nerves kick in. Would Jungkook be happy?

The two of you have been together for almost four years now. And you’ve never been happier with the man of your dreams.

You haven’t been able to tell him because you only recently found out a few days ago. Jungkook is currently out of the country for business. His father is the CEO of one of the biggest food manufacturing companies in Korea. 

Jungkook so happens to be the heir to the company, getting ready to take over for his father. 

For a chaebol, he was probably one of the most humble and caring people you’ve ever met. He doesn’t gloat, he doesn’t flaunt. He wants all of his successes to be his own.Although the company is being passed down to him, Jungkook went to university to learn everything there is to know about the business community. 

He wanted to be good at his job, to make his father proud. 

So, aside from school he’s been learning the ropes from the ground up.  Starting off as an intern, to a regular worker. 

He’s doing it all so he can do well, and you admire him for that.

Now that you guys are in your last year of university, he’s getting ready to take over for his father.

So he’s been quite busy, he tries to talk to you as much as he can but since he’s currently on the other side of the world, you guys miss each other pretty often. 

He still texts you good morning and goodnight, and tries to contact you as much as he can during his day. 

But it’s sad, because you find out you’re pregnant with his children and he isn’t here.

You understand though, this is important to him and he wants to do right by his family. Who are you to stop him from achieving that? 

So, here you are at the OBGYN looking at your twins who sit at the bottom of your belly. 

You felt happiness burn within your chest as you gazed at the monitor. You can’t wait to tell him.

You were currently sitting at the bus shelter, waiting for the bus so you could go to your afternoon classes. You were wondering how you'll tell everyone about your pregnancy. 

Of course, you’re scared out of your mind. How can you not be? You’re 22, working at a cafe for a part time job, and you're still in school. 

You know Jungkook will be here every step of the way, this man is constantly telling you about how he wants to marry you and make a family with you one day. He even teases it during…ehem…that he can’t wait until you’re pregnant with his children.

Deep in thought, you notice the bus roll up in front of you when suddenly you get a call. 

You look at the caller I.D to only be surprised. 

Jeon Estate is calling…

You sucked in a breath and answered the call.

“Uh, hello?” 

“Hello Y/N” Jungkook’s father says. 

You felt your heart stop. Jungkook’s father was probably one of the most intimidating people you’ve ever met. When you first met him, you knew he didn't like you from the start. 

Jungkook’s mother unfortunately isn't in the picture. His parents got a divorce while he was still in high school but he’s still on good terms with her. 

He told you if he had the choice, he wished he could've stayed with his mom instead. But his father ended up getting him while she moved back to Busan.

Anyways, every time you saw Jungkook’s father at either company parties or dinners that Jungkook had to attend and took (dragged) you along. 

You saw the insincere smile on his father’s face and the mirth behind his eyes.

“Hello Mr. Jeon, how come you’ve called?” You asked, nervously. 

“I would like you to come to the Jeon Estate, there is something I wish to discuss with you.” He replied. You looked at the time on your phone and noticed you had class in an hour.

Knowing you didn't really have a choice, you knew you had to spare some time. 

“Alright, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” You told him as you got onto the bus, scanning your bus card. 

He hung up the phone without any goodbye. You nervously chewed on your lip as you sat down on the chair in the bus. 

You gazed out the window as you made your way to the Jeon Estate. 

Why did he want to meet you? Does Jungkook know about it? 

You wish you could call him but he's currently sleeping and you don't want to wake him up after the long day he’s had.

You fidgeted in your seat as the bus halted at your stop. Getting up with a breath, you made your way out and started to walk into the rich neighbourhood that held almost all the most important figures in Korea.

You’ve been here a few times, but each time you're in awe over how large and beautiful these houses are. 

“I wonder how many packs of ramyeon I can buy with the amount of money they spend on these houses…” You mumbled to yourself.

You felt more nerves kick in the second you saw Jungkook’s childhood home come into view. There was a security guard outside in a booth at the gate.

You slowly made your way to the security guard with short steps. He gave you a small smile as you approached him.

“What can I help you with, Miss?” He asked.

“Uhh, my name is Kim Y/N and–”

He suddenly pressed the lock that buzzed open. You looked at him in surprise.

“He’s expecting you.”

He gave you a pity look before opening the door wide for you. This is definitely not good.

You felt your hand shaking as you raised it up to ring the doorbell. “Come on, Y/N” You pep talked.

Suddenly someone opened the door revealing Mrs. Cho. She was the one who took care of Jungkook when he was younger after his mother left. She basically became the mother figure for him while she was away.

“Mrs. Cho” You said warmly. She gave you a smile before leaning in for a hug.

You embraced the woman, her hand rubbing your back soothing your nerves. 

“You should head upstairs to Mr. Jeon’s office” She said as she let you go. You nodded your head before making your way up.

Standing in front of the big oak doors, you had a strong feeling something was about to happen and you know it can't be any good.

Screw it, you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. You silently waited for a few seconds before hearing Mr. Jeon granting you access to come in.

You made your way inside his office and stood at the front of his desk. You bowed down as a greeting before standing straight. 

Jungkook’s father was clad in a white dress shirt and trousers. He was staring at you with a blank expression as he sat on his chair behind the desk, not saying a word. You fidgeted in place, uncomfortable with the silence. 

“Uh–”

“Would you like some whiskey?” Jungkook’s father interrupts. He stands from his desk to walk towards the mini bar he has full of different alcohols on the other side of the room. You just watched him in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

He looks at you, expecting an answer. 

You shook your head no, knowing you can’t have alcohol anymore. Luckily, you weren’t much of a drinker so it won’t be that big of a change. He shrugged and made his way back to his chair with a whiskey glass in hand.

He sat down and swirled the brown liquid in his cup. Taking a small sip, he pointed to the chair beside you, urging you to sit down. 

You sink yourself down into the chair, feeling small under his scrutinizing gaze. 

He put down his glass and looked straight at you. He gave you an unwithered glare. This was definitely not good. 

“Let me cut to the chase.” He started. You looked at him, but you couldn’t keep eye contact for long. This man was just so intimidating and you know that he’s not your biggest fan. “I want you to break up with Jungkook.”

Pause. Pin drop.

What?

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, baffled.

Mr. Jeon only raised a brow at you before taking another sip of his whiskey. “What’s not to understand? I want you to break up with Jungkook.” 

You felt your eyes burn. “Wh–Why?” 

“Jungkook is about to begin his career as the CEO of the biggest food manufacturing branch in all of Korea.” He states. “He doesn’t need a distraction right now, and he definitely doesn’t need someone from your kind to be with him.” 

What the fuck? A distraction? How the hell are you a distraction when you’ve not only been the most supportive person and the most encouraging. You don’t come from much, your father dying when you were 12 and your mother owning a bakery here in Seoul.

You don’t come from much, but you've had all the love and support you’ve needed growing up. 

Much more than what this pathetic excuse for a father is. How the hell is Jungkook even related to this man?

Taking a deep breath, you furrow your brows at him. “And if I don’t listen?” You threatened. 

He scoffed. “Trust me, if you don’t want your life or Jungkook’s to be a living hell. You will.” 

Rolling your eyes you stand up. “I’m sorry but I love Jungkook too much to just give him off like that, and I know he would say the same thing.” You stated before turning around to leave. You didn’t bother bowing, he didn’t deserve your respect.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned. Something about his tone of voice brought shivers down your spine. Glancing back at him, he had a smirk on his face before opening his drawer to take out a stack of papers.

He slammed it down on the desk only for you to find out that it’s not papers, it’s photos. 

Photos of you from today, leaving the OBGYN.

You felt your eyes widen in fear. You look at the man startled.

He grinned at your panicked expression. You could see it all over your face. He knows you’re pregnant. 

He leaned over his desk, placing his elbows on the wood. “If you know what’s good for you and for your child, you’d leave him.”

You felt your heart drop down to your stomach. He’s really threatening your children right now. Luckily he doesn't know you’re pregnant with twins, at least he doesn't know that much. 

“Why are you doing this?” You question him, tears streaming down your face.

He rolls his eyes. “Does that matter? You said you love Jungkook–then leave. We don’t need this scandal to ruin our reputation.” 

You hold the picture of yourself leaving the building with a bright smile on your face. The day you find out about your babies growing in your belly will also be the day you lose the person who means most to you in this world.

Sucking in a trembling breath, you look at him with dead eyes. 

“Fine.”

You have to do this. For Jungkook. For you. But especially for your unborn children.

You’re currently sitting at another bus shelter. How long have you been here? You have no idea. You just left the Jeon Estate with a miserable heart and tears in your eyes as you slowly made your way to the nearest bus station. 

You’re pretty sure you’ve been here for a long time. The sun is starting to set and you know you definitely missed all your afternoon classes.

You looked down at your hands and felt your chin tremble. 

You don’t want to let him go. 

The man you love with your whole heart.

But what other choice do you have? You need to protect your babies.

Taking all the courage you can muster, you digged out your phone from your trench coat pocket and went to the call log. 

You scrolled down to pick on Jungkook’s contact and with shaky hands you pressed the dial. 

You waited a few seconds. Hoping he won’t answer and you’d never have to do this. But luck wasn’t on your side, by the time it reached the last ring you heard the sweet melody of his voice booming through the phone speaker.

“Hey, baby” He says. You sucked in a breath at the sound of the familiar nickname. “I was just about to call you, I just got out of the shower.” 

You were silent. You felt your chin tremble at the sound of his voice. The voice that lulled you to sleep with his beautiful singing. The voice that comforted you even in your darkest nights.

“Baby?”

“Huh? Yeah, that’s good.” You said, absentmindedly. 

“What’s wrong?” He questions at the sound of your tone. You felt a sob bubble into your throat but you held it back. You need to do this.

“You know that I love you, right?” 

“Huh? Yes, of course I do. I love you too. What’s up?”

More tears started streaming down your face. “I–”

“Y/N, what’s going on? Talk to me please?”

“I want to break up.”

SIlence. He went quiet on the other line and all you wanted to do was take back the words you said.

“You don’t mean that” He said with a broken voice. Of course I don’t mean that, I love you too much to do something like this. 

“Why are you saying this? What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…I don’t see us working out anymore. You’re always busy, we barely make contact with each other and I get it’s because of the time difference but what happens when you actually start your real job, huh?”

You were spewing out nonsense. Jungkook was the type of guy who would do anything and everything to make you happy. He was so caring and considerate. It’s what made you love him that much. 

“No no no, you don’t mean that. Please, baby. I’ll be better, I’ll do better. Please, just don’t leave me.” He pleads, his voice muffled with tears. You wanted to scream that you don’t mean it but you can’t.

There’s no use.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook” And you mean it, you’re sorry you can’t tell him. That you have to hurt him. That you love has been personified into two beautiful young souls. 

You know he would make a great father. And the thought that he won’t know about it breaks your heart.

“Baby–”

“Make sure you eat well, you get good sleep and take good care of yourself. Hm?” You say. You can hear him calling out your name but you press the red button on the phone, ending the call.

You bury your face into your hands as you wail out. This is so hard. 

Why does this have to happen?

You cried your heart out for god knows how long. But you know you can’t just stay there. So you got up once the next bus came and made your way onto it. 

You had to go back to your college dorm but you can't go back there right now. You can’t go back to an empty room with your missing roommate who spends more time in her boyfriend's room than staying in her own dorm.

And knowing Jungkook, he’ll probably catch the next flight back here to try and get to you as soon as he can.

With that thought, you knew there was only one place left to go.

You got back to campus not long after and made a b line towards the other dormitory where your twin brother stayed. 

Taehyung was Jungkook’s best friend. But you and Taehyung have always steered clear from interfering in each other's lives, so nobody, not even Jungkook knew you were twins. You guys wanted to have a life where the term twins didn’t follow you both around all the time. Even though you guys love each other to pieces, two halves of the same whole, you guys wanted to be your own person too.

Of course, being Jungkok’s girlfriend–or ex–you’ve hung out with his friends a bunch of times, including Taehyung. But ironically, even though you guys are twins, you don’t look that alike as long as people don’t study you like weirdos. 

You walked up the stairs to the third floor, not bothering to wait for the elevator. You make his door and just as you’re about to knock it swings open to reveal your brother staring at you with wide eyes.

“Jesus christ” He sighs in relief. “I woke up from my nap because I got the most random urge to see you.” 

You gave him a sad smile before walking into his embrace. Ever since you guys were younger, you both just knew when you needed the other. It was like intuition. You just knew.

Taehyung was slightly startled at your sudden hug but he brought his arms around you as ell. “Are you okay?” He asked, worriedly. 

You shook your head before walking into his room. He closed the door and followed closely behind as you sat on his bed. He sat on the floor right in front of you as you silently fidgeted with your hands. 

He sighed and got up to stop you from peeling the skin around your nails. A nervous tell you’ve always had.

“What’s wrong?”

You sighed out before looking at him with tears welling up in your eyes. “I broke up with Jungkook.”

Taken aback he sits down on the bed and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You place your head on his shoulder as you cry. “Why would you do that?”

“Jungkook’s father threatened me to break up with Jungkook.” You told him honestly. Startled, Taehyung looks at you to see if you’re fuckign around with him but with the way you look so empty. You are definitely telling the truth.

“Why the fuck would he do that?” He asked, angrily. He never liked Jungkook’s father, even when he met him this one time he was at Jungkook’s apartment with Jimin and had the most unpleasant encounter with the man.

“Because he said someone like me is a distraction to Jungkook.”

“Well that’s bullshit, you know that’s not true. Jungkook would never agree to that.” He said exasperated. “Come on, Y/N-ah, you can’t just give up on him that easily. Jungkook would never let you.”

You sighed. You know he wouldn’t, that’s what you’re afraid of.

“I thought you love him?” He asks you. You look at him with wide eyes and an angry scowl. 

“You have no idea how much I love him, Taehyungie. But I have to do this.” You told him, sternly. Taehyung only shook his head. 

“You have to tell him.”

“I can’t, his father already threatened to take away his career and ruin our lives, I can’t do that to him.”

Taehyung let out a sigh as he stared at you. “You know Jungkook would drop anything to stay with you. Why do you think I’ve been okay with you guys together this entire time? Jungkook isn’t like that.”

You nod your head. He has a point. Taehyung was actually very happy to hear that you guys were dating. Although its been four years, he was finally ready to tell him that you guys were twins but now…

“I can’t…”

You grab your bag and pull out the ultrasound pictures you got earlier. You nervously bit on your lip and handed it to Taehyung. His eyes widened in surprise. 

“Are you–”

“His father threatened my babies…I can’t–”

He hushed you before bringing you back into his arms. He held you close as you buried your face into his shirt. 

“That son of a bitch” Taehyung mumbled. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

You shook your head before breaking away. “What do I do?” You question. Taehyung looks at you with sympathy. He knows this must be hard for you. And knowing what you’ve gone through, this is probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

But now he understands. It’s not just for Jungkook. It’s for the children you’re holding. 

“I have an idea” He told you.

You were sitting at the seaside a few days later. Your mom left to get you some food while you stayed and watched the water. 

You were right. You stayed with Taehyung for the night and got multiple calls from Jungkook. You turned off your phone so you didn’t have to see that.

Taehyung told you that your roommate, Miyeon, told him that Jungkook came. Of course, you couldn’t see him. It’ll be too much for you to handle and you know you can’t get even more stressed than you already are.

Miyeon was the only person who knew you and Taehyung were twins. She knew the second she looked at your faces. 

But she didn’t care and noticed that you guys barely talk about it, so she kept it to herself. 

Luckily, Jungkook left because Miyeon said you didn’t come home last night. Taehyung grabbed the majority of your clothes and packed it into a bag. He drove you to your mother’s house and told her what happened.

Next thing you knew, you were on a flight to Jeju Island with your mother while Taehyung stayed behind to handle things from there.

You were on autopilot. 

You didn’t realize what was going on. You were so heartbroken and sad that you just went along with what everyone said. 

But you’re glad that they did this for you. You know you’ll start showing soon, especially with twins. You can’t hide that while you’re in school. So it looks like you’ll have to postpone that for now.

So now, you’re living with your mom and her sister who fortunately lives here. 

You glanced down at your phone in your hands. You changed your number so Jungkook would stop calling you, but you just wish you could hear his voice. One last time.

But you knew you had to do this.

You looked out into the sea with a sad smile. This was your choice, so you’ll have to live with it. You have to be strong, for your kids.

“We’ll be okay. Eomma, will be fine.” You said as you rubbed your stomach.

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