Apologies.

Apologies.

Hey everyone.

I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive on here for such a long time... I wanted to explain why, as my followers I owe you that much. For the past two or three months I have been struggling with depression. Don’t worry, I am okay and I am safe. But, I have had little to no desire to write. A sickening side-effect of depression is losing enjoyment out of doing the things you love... It really makes me upset, and I want to blame myself... But I can’t because it isn’t my fault for being the way I am. So, I want to tell you that there will be writing coming, but I can’t tell you when. I care for you all so much and I appreciate you all for joining me on the blog of sin and shit posting. Please, if you are struggling with mental illness, seek help. I have, and I know there isn’t necessarily a cure for all I have (depression only being one), but I can live a happy life regardless. And so can all of you. If you aren’t comfortable talking with a stranger, talk to me. My inbox is always open if you feel the need. 

Stay safe guys.

Into Eternity is so beautifully written! From the moment I started reading the latest to the end I was glued to it. Thank you for sharing your writing! And it's ok to take as long as you need. I understand life is crazy...

Thank you so much! I had it written for a while, but I didn’t get the time to type it up. Hopefully, the next update won’t be so long of a wait.

Hurt Me... Please.

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

HEAVY DOM!JUNGKOOK THEMES.

SLOW BURN.

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

ATTENTION, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE INSIDE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED OR SENSITIVE TO SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR ACTIONS.

IF YOU ARE SUFFERING, PLEASE CONTACT 1-800-273-8255.

STRAP YOURSELVES IN. YOU’RE IN FOR SOME ANGST. SOME SMUT. SOME TEARS. AND TRIGGERS SO PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO ACCOUNT.

*LOVE YOURSELF GUYS, KEEP YOURSELVES HEALTHY. KEEP SEX SAFE, SANE AND CONSENSUAL! ~ JESSIKA*

Being with Jungkook was like being with a volcano itself.

He was passionate. He was lust. He was sin embodied into a fleshed out being.

Jungkook was an incubus. In order to keep him in line and away from the general population, he’d set up a system of women that would come and please him whenever he wanted. Of course, he would never force any women to do anything with him. Sometimes he just seduced them while they were sleeping and then nine months later people had a giant mess on their hands.

So, to keep the greater Seoul area from suffering a supernatural disaster, a group of female wizards decided to send in you, and about seven other girls with different dimensions, personalities, things of the like to keep Jungkook from dicking down the whole city.

You were his submissive. He called you when he wanted to take the fucking world out on you. The other girls had offered to show signs of submission to Jungkook, but never gave him full control over them. They didn’t feel comfortable. You, on the other hand, let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to your body.

Since Jungkook is a demon, he doesn’t really understand human emotions very well. He likes pain and watching others be in pain. But, he knows that pain can be an inconvenience to him, especially when he’s trying to fuck someone. However, with you... Oh with you he could do anything he wanted and you’d thank him for it.

He could pull all your hair out and cut you with ten million knives and you wouldn’t give two shits. You were extremely vanilla before meeting with Jungkook for the first time.

You’d actually lost your virginity to this man, willingly. You remembered a few years ago you heard about someone going insane because of an incubus attack... If you could keep them at bay, even if it was just one... You’d do it to help others live their daily lives.

You were rewarded handsomely as well. You were paid by the government to keep Jungkook from boning the city, and you got a good fuck session out of it.

However, these things took their toll on you.

First of all, it was physically demanding to keep up with the motherfucker. He had stamina for days and would fuck you till you passed out or begged him to stop because you were certain your pussy would be wrecked for weeks afterwards.

You don’t know how many times Jungkook had sent you home with cum dripping down your legs and tried snot and tears on your face. Sometimes it was too much to handle. Being nothing but an object for someone else to use whenever they wanted made you feel worthless at the best of times.

The other girls you’d met had jobs outside of what they did for Jungkook. They had families that cared about them and thought that what they were doing, albeit weird, was courageous.

You, on the other hand, had no family.

As far as you knew, they were dead when you hit the front steps of an orphanage. No one claimed you, because no one wanted you.

That’s why being with Jungkook was so difficult. Because he gave you all these emotions you normally didn’t have access to. Lust, longing, desire, being needed... As fucked up as it was, you knew he could never love you... But you loved him. And that was enough for right now.

You can remember when you once had to go to the hospital due to dehydration. Jungkook had sent you flowers with a note saying that he didn’t mean to go as hard as he did. He hoped you had a quick recovery and that you two could fuck again soon.

Of course it always came back to him fucking you.

That’s what the government was paying you to do anyways.

Being with Jungkook was physically demanding...

However the mental toll it took on you might be even worse...

You cared deeply for the man that you gave your innocence to. Others saw him as cruel and mean, but you saw him under that mask. He doesn’t actually like killing people. Some demons get a kick out of murder, but Jungkook saw it as wasteful. If he killed someone after having sex with him, then he couldn’t hit that again. See? Wasteful.

That’s why he always pushed you to get plenty of rest. Plenty of nutrients. Because he needed you to be in your peak of physical condition.

Mentally, however, you were fucked up. It was almost like Stockholm Syndrome. The more he abused you and wreaked havoc on your body, the more you wanted it. The more you needed it.

You were often disgusted by how little he needed to do before you were drenched and pleading for him to continue with his assault on your body.

Like a spider that had seduced an insect into its web, Jungkook had wrapped you around his finger and had you bending over backwards to please him. You’d do it again and again and again if that meant he’d praise you for it.

Even if that was wrong of you.

You wanted to please him more than you wanted to breathe. And some of your friends noticed that.

“You know he isn’t capable of love, right Y/N?” your friend Hoseok asked you when you went out for coffee one Tuesday morning in late autumn.

“I’m aware,” you clarified, taking a sip of your scalding hot Americano.

“Then why do you keep going back expecting something to be different? You always come back home bruised, battered and sometimes bleeding! It’s tearing me apart to see you like this... I really want you to stop doing this,” he whispered, holding your hand across the table.

Hoseok had come to you at a bad time in your life. You’d been pushed out of yet another shelter and Hoseok found you outside a liquor store with an empty bottle at your feet. He’d taken you home and cleaned you up, introducing you to his boyfriend Namjoon as well.

After that, you had two friends. Kind of. They were travelers and often left town for long periods of time, so whenever they came back and found you  in your room passed out with bruises littering your body. Hoseok had confronted Jungkook that day and demanded that he leave you alone. Jungkook merely responded with:

‘I’d leave her alone if she wasn’t so thirsty for my dick.’

He certainly had a way with words, that was for sure. But he wasn’t wrong. You’d do next to anything to get him to fuck you. Beg, cry, mass murder. The possibilities were endless.

“Hoseok, you know that it’s my job,” you said, removing your hand from his. He tried his best not to look hurt, but he failed.

“I know it’s your job, but that shouldn’t mean you come home from work looking like you got the shit beat out of you. I hate that smarmy dick for doing this to you... I worry about you so much. I can’t help but wonder how long he’s going to put you in the hospital for next time... And you’d just thank the motherfucker for hurting you... Y/N, it’s not healthy,” Hoseok rationalized.

Just as you were about to respond your phone started to ring.

And you only had two contacts.

One of them happened to be sitting with you.

The other...

“I can’t believe he’s calling you right now...” Hoseok whined as you picked up.

“Hello?” you asked into the phone.

“You have caller ID. You also have a very limited contact list, why are you saying hello like it’s a question?”

“Sorry, Jungkook,” you said, automatically getting submissive just by hearing his voice.

“Jungkook? Who said you had the right to call me by my name?” he growled over the receiver.

“Sorry, master,” you said, bowing your head on instinct. Hoseok rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink.

“I’ll see you later Y/N,” Hoseok announce before standing up and pushing his chair in.

“That’s a man’s voice, Y/N... You know I don’t like my pets hanging around other people,” he whispered dangerously calm

“I-I’m sorry master,” you muttered. “I-It was Hoseok, you remember him, don’t you?” you asked. You wanted to smack yourself however.

“Did you just give me an excuse?” he questioned. Your heart began to race.

“I-I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t anyone to worry about. I’d never do that to you, master,” You were kissing his ass, but you were trying to save yours as well.

“Mmm, you know I don’t like excuses kitten,” he purred. “But, I guess you could make it up to me,” he offered.

“Anything,” you whispered, already getting excited at the thought of seeing him again.

“I love it when you get like that. I can hear your obedience. If I told you to start rubbing yourself where you are, would you do it?”

He loved games like this.

Games that made him feel like he had complete and utter control over you...

The sad part is, he did.

“Yes,” you answered.

“What if I told you to leave your panties on the chair where you’re sitting, would you?” he asked another daring question.

“Would you like me to?” you responded.

“Oh fuck, baby, I need you here with me. Get your ass over here in fifteen minutes if you want to cum tonight,” he said before hanging up.

You quickly set some money on the table and ran off, heading in the direction of Jungkook’s apartment building.

Getting in a car would only slow you down. You wanted him close to you again. You wanted to kiss him and hold him in your arms. You wanted him... So badly.

Your feet hit the pavement harshly as you powered yourself down the city streets. A stupid smile had etched itself onto your face without your permission, but you allowed it to stay.

Just for now you could believe you were running to your boyfriend. He’d been gone for a long time and wanted to see you...

‘Ah, Y/N... You look just as good as I remember... I missed you while I was away. Come here, please my love.’

You wouldn’t be able to resist that... You ran into his waiting arms as he kissed your head and face tenderly. He’d hold you in his arms and keep you safe. Safe from the world outside, but most importantly, safe from yourself...

There was honking and beeping, but you could’ve cared less. He desired you, and there wasn’t anything bedsides death itself that would keep you from him.

You checked your watched for a moment and before you knew it you were eating concrete. The sharp stinging on your palms and your knees was apparent. A few people helped you up, whom you thanked in a haste as you took off once again.

‘Almost there... Almost there...’ you thought to yourself.

You made it to his apartment complex, the doorman already aware of who you were.

“Hi Yongsuk!” you announced as you blew past him and into the front doors.

“Wait! Miss Y/N! Jungkook is-!”

You couldn’t hear anymore. You were too excited at this point. Would he dominante you so hard you would be leaving the building crawling. It was all so much. The throbbing between your legs kept you going as you made it to Jungkook’s floor.

It was legitimately his floor, he owned the whole damn thing.

You smiled as you made it to his door, bringing his house key out of your pocket. The clicking sound of the lock opening sent a new rush of exhilaration through your veins. The door eeked open, and you stepped inside.

“I’m here, Master!” you announced into the air.

You looked at the clock and smiled.

“Master, I made it with three minutes to spare, don’t you think I deserve an award?” you tested, seeing if he would bite.

“Fuck...”

A moan echoed throughout the apartment. Your head twisted to the direction of Jungkook’s room. A sense of dread fell in the pit of your stomach. He had said he wanted to there in fifteen minutes, right? You hadn’t misheard him?

“Ah! Jungkook!” a girl’s screamed pitched out across the empty and stifling air.

You knew that Jungkook had other women, it was mandatory. Just having you would never be enough... But you’d never had to seen any of the other girls before... Now, they were being dangled right in front of you.

And she got to call him Jungkook in the bedroom. It was either Master or Sir for you. Unless he told you otherwise. Generally you got to call him Jungkook before you were in his house. But once you stepped over that threshold, you became his property... His alone.

However, as it so appeared, he was not yours alone.

“Fuck, take my cum,” you heard Jungkook groan. A chord struck in you. You thought you were the only one where he came inside... You felt sick to your stomach.

The girl let out another high pitched screech and then you assumed it was over... You wanted it to be. You wanted your entire life to be over.

You stood at the door, looking out the window until Jungkook came out in his dressing gown.

“Oh, kitten, how good to see you. You did make it under the fifty minutes allotted. How long have you been standing there pet?” he asked, walking over to you.

So it was fifty minutes... Not fifteen like you’d heard.

“For twenty-seven minutes, master,” you said, feeling hollow inside.

“You made it here that quickly? Does pet want her master’s dick so badly, that she ran here and waited by the door like a bitch in heat?” he stated, using the tone that usually got you so riled up.

“Yes, master,” you answered.

Jungkook wasn’t stupid, however. Your answers weren’t pleasing him. You weren’t as desperate as you usually were... And you wouldn’t fucking look at him. He didn’t like that. He wanted to see the raw torture in your eyes when he denied you something. You were so good for him.

So...

Fucking...

Good.

“What is it pet? Something wrong?” he asked, coming around and placing his hands on you. Normally, you’d be overjoyed at him touching you. Although, all you could think about was another woman putting her filthy limbs on him. Her hands giving him pleasure and not yours. You flinched at the sensation. Jungkook noticed right away. “Has something happened to you? Did someone hurt you?” he asked, walking around you and holding your chin in his hands.

“No, master,” you answered immediately.

“Then what the fuck is your problem? You sounded so excited over the phone when I called, what’s up your ass now? You’re really ruining my hard on...”

“You can always call someone else... I’m not the only pet you have, master,” you said.

Ah, so that’s what this is about... Jungkook thought. He knew you were so fragile. It was one of the things he loved most about you. Watching you shatter was such a beautiful display. However picking up the pieces was less entertaining.

“I suppose that’s true, but you’re my good girl. My precious kitten... No one is ever as eager to play than you, my doll,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. Your body was reacting on its own accord. You couldn’t stop yourself from arching into his touch.

“Because I love my master,” you stated, what he always wants you to say.

“Mmm, tell me how much you love your master,” he purred, dipping his hands across the expanse of your stomach.

“I love master more than my life,” you whispered.

“Do you want to play tonight, kitten? You know master would never force his precious doll.”

You were in a bit of a volatile state. You’d never seen him with the other girls before, and he didn’t like when his toys interacted. Sometimes they get too clingy and Jungkook has to send them away... He should’ve done that with you after your first hospital visit, just out of expenses... But, you were the best submissive. Anything he asked of you, it was done without question. That was one of his favorite things about you. Even if it was extreme, like blood-play or choking... You’d let him do it.

“Yes, master, kitten wants to play with you,” you whispered, holding his hand on your stomach.

“As a treat for my kitten, we’ll role-play tonight. You were here so quickly, that makes master happy. Why don’t we play pretend? I’ll be the daddy, and you’ll be the mommy. Daddy wants to get mommy pregnant... What do you say? Do you want to have daddy’s baby?”

“Yes master-”

SMACK! A harsh blow was delivered to your ass.

“You may call me daddy tonight. And I will call you mommy... How does that sound? Do you want to be pumped full of daddy’s sticky cum? Do you want daddy to fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes, please daddy... I want a baby,” you moaned.

“Then let’s play, mommy... Remember, if you break character, it’s twenty hits with the rubber paddle. It’s new, I haven’t let anyone use it yet. Only master’s favorite pet can use certain toys.” he growled in your ear.

He was lying, of course. He’d hit plenty of girls with that paddle before you... But you didn’t have to know that. If it secured your sanity for the time being, then he’d say just about anything.

“Yes daddy, mommy will be good,” you whined, backing up against his body eagerly. Jungkook moaned as your ass bumped against his hard cock. He’d just fucked someone not even an hour ago and he was so ready to go again... That was one of the many things he loved about you. No one could rile him up quite like you. Sure he liked to be submissive once in awhile. Sure he liked to have some vanilla sex every now and again. But the sex he had with you... It was always one of his favorites....

“Then come to bed mommy,” he purred, pulling you towards the other side of the apartment. He didn’t want you in the room he’d just fucked another girl in... That would be certainly off putting for you. He couldn’t care one way or the other, but if it got him laid...

Slowly, he lead you through the apartment, not letting his eyes leave yours. They were almost black because his pupils were so blown from lust. You could feel your wetness travelling down your thighs. Jungkook almost never did daddy and mommy play. He said it got too personal. But one of your kinks was impregnation... He must be trying to appease you from earlier...

It hurt still, but he was only focused on you now... You had him to yourself. You could pretend again. No other girls existed... It was just you and Jungkook.

“Did you wear something sexy for daddy?” he asked as he brought you into the bedroom.

“Mommy always wears something special, just incase daddy is to call,” you feed him what he wanted to hear.

“Let daddy see... Let me see,” he groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing you between his thighs.

Slowly, you pulled your shirt over your head and revealed the white lace bra you were wearing underneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw the beautiful lace laying against your skin perfectly.

“Oh fuck, mommy is so good to daddy,” he complimented, running his hands over your hips and molding his hands against your chest. You moaned against his roughness, but revelled in the feeling of him caressing  you.

“Mommy loves being good for daddy. Always and forever,” you said, leaning down and connecting your lips together in a molten kiss.

Kissing Jungkook was like kissing a fire. The heat spread throughout your body as if it were devouring you. You wanted him to devour you, to take you. You’d accept the pain for hours if he’d only look at you as if you mattered to him. That would be all you’d need...

You yanked your pants off as Jungkook undid your bra. He damn near choked you with the fabric, but thankfully had an ounce of patience left within him. The only remainder of your clothing covered what Jungkook desired the most. He glared as the panties sat over your dripping mound as if they were his worst enemy in the world.

“Come closer to me,” he ordered, placing his hands on the back of your thighs to push you forwards. “That’s it...” he said as he lowered his mouth to your skin. He kissed your stomach, licking and biting at the skin as he slowly made it to your panties. “You know, I love eating your pussy,” Jungkook groaned as he bit your panties and pulled them down as he got on his knees before you. “If I could live just from eating your delicious cunt, I would... I would in a fucking heart beat,” he moaned, diving forward into your wet heat.

The way Jungkook spoke about you in the midst of sex always made you think afterwards. It was rare that Jungkook would get on his knees for anyone. Maybe he was apologizing for earlier. However, Jungkook wasn’t one to apologize for anything.

“Ahh... Feels so good,” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. Jungkook ate you out like a man possessed until you were certain you wouldn’t be able to stand any longer. He felt your shaking knees and decided that he would relent...

For now.

“I think I’ve got you ready enough, do you think you could take daddy’s cock right now?” he asked, cupping your breasts and kissing each nipple delicately.

“I want it so bad...” you pleaded. You felt Jungkook smirk against your skin. He loved it when you begged, when you lowered yourself for a fleeting pleasure. He thrived off of that degradation. You were surprised when he came up and kissed your mouth slowly, deliberately.

Kissing wasn’t Jungkook’s favorite thing in the world. It seemed unnecessary to him during most of his sessions, but he loved how responsive you were. The little gasps you’d let out after he’d gone after your mouth for long periods of time. It gave him such a rush to feel your delicate fingers gripping onto his shoulder as your lungs pleaded for air, but you’d never break a kiss with him. You loved the pain too much.

Finally, Jungkook released your mouth and pushed you down on the bed. You relaxed and relished in the sensation of the expensive fabric rubbing against your skin. He hadn’t slept with you in so long. Or so it felt like.

It would never be enough for you. You always wanted more of him, even when you’re poor womanhood was sore and bruised. After countless amounts of tears, sweat and even blood have been shed... If he asked for another go, you’d give it to him in a heartbeat. If it kept him with you for just a moment longer, then you’d do it.

You brought yourself up to your elbows as you watched Jungkook. Slowly, almost agonisingly slow, he pulled his dressing gown sash open. The beautiful silken material falling to the floor with an expensive sound.

He was naked before you and your center throbbed with pure need. You saw his skin was still smooth and unmarred, thank God. If you had seen another woman’s teeth or kiss marks on his flesh you certainly wouldn’t be able to take it. All of these thoughts were unhealthy, you were aware of that fact. But you couldn’t find the ability to give a damn as Jungkook rubbed himself against your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me... I bet I could just...” he trailed off as he pushed into you “Perfect fit, like always,” he winked before beginning his thrusts.

The sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls felt so good. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his pace slowly became faster. Jungkook wasn’t one to be patient for long.

“Oh, fuck! It feels so good mas-daddy!” you screamed, almost breaking character.

“You saved yourself there mommy, wouldn’t want you shouting another man’s name in our bed, would I? Imagine how devastated I would be,” he teased, licking your throat and pinning your hands to the bed.

“I would never, only you can fuck me like this,” you moaned out. A low growl came from Jungkook’s chest at your statement.

“I damn well better be,” came his reply, partnered with a particularly hard thrust. You wondered briefly if he meant that. Would he be bothered if you got yourself a significant other? Would he even notice? Probably not. As long as you came around to fuck him when he wanted, he probably wouldn’t care too much.

It was so hot in this position. Jungkook was practically smothering you with his chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Daddy, let mommy do some of the work,” you tested, pondering if he would relinquish control to you for a moment.

“Does mommy want to ride my thick cock and put on a show for me?” he asked, pinching your nipples for good measure.

“Yes, please, let me ride you,” you begged. Jungkook gave a soft chuckle as he rolled the two of you over on the ridiculously large mattress.

He managed to slip out of you in the process and you whined at the loss. When he was settled on his back you quickly adjusted your legs into a comfortable straddling position. You pumped his length a few times and guided him back to your entrance.

“Get to work,” he grit out.

“Yes daddy,” you complied, sinking down onto his girth with a strained little yelp. Jungkook placed a hand on your hip to aid you as best as he could. When you were settle on his cock he traced his hand from your hip to your ass, giving it a little slap. You jumped a bit, easing yourself off of his throbbing erection a small fraction. Jungkook gave you a wicked smile before thrusting up into you.

“Come on mommy, I want to get as many babies in you as I can,” he winked. A whole new sensation rushed over you. You’d never felt something like this in all of your sexual encounters with Jungkook. You felt dirty, and not in a good way. The way he joked about children made you feel almost as dry as a bone. “I can feel you trying to force me out, did I say something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, sorry, caught up in my own head for a second,” you said, trying not to think too much. He was doing all this for you. Because you couldn’t handle another woman being with Jungkook. You were far too possessive, but you couldn’t help it. Jungkook had showed you so much attention when you have been starved of it your entire life. The touch of a man and the ‘love’ of a partner.

“It’s fine, do you want to stop? I could just tit fuck you and call it a night,” he said.

“No! No no! I want to keep going,” you practically begged. You shifted your hips a little, trying to find a more pleasurable position. “K-keep talking to me, daddy, tell me more... Tell me how I feel, please, I want to know,” you whispered, starting a slow pace to help ease you back into the more sexually driven mood of before.

Jungkook seemed to relax a bit more and fell back into the rhythm of your session. “Ah, so you want me to talk to you? How you feel to me? How your sweet little pussy is absolutely squeezing the life out of me right now? Fuck, you are so amazing. I love feeling every breath you take go straight to my cock,” he coaxed.

The mood shifted back to the lustfully clouded sex fog that was familiar to you both. Jungkook grasped your thighs and ground his pelvis into yours, wrenching a moan from your reddened mouth. He watched in amusement as you gripped at his hands desperately as all the sensations rushed your mind.

“That’s it, you want it so badly don’t you? I’ll cum inside you so hard that you won’t be able to move or it will come spilling out of you. I won’t let any fall out of you, not a single drop. You’re going to look so good all fucked out and pretty on our bed. Absolutely a vision,” he breathed.

You kept going faster and faster as his heated words flowed through your body.

“I can feel it. I’m going to cum, I’m gonna cum so hard. Fuck! Fuck me harder, please! Give it to me, I want your cum so bad!” you screamed. Jungkook quickly grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed and began to pound into you. His pace was brutal and you knew there was no way you would be able to keep up, so you let him have his way with you. It was agonizing, but it felt so good you couldn’t care less about the pain.

“Me too, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck... Shit, here it comes, I’m going to give you that baby you want so bad. Right here, take it,” he moaned out as white hot pleasure rang through your body. You saw white flash behind your eyes...

Then you made a grave mistake.

“Jungkook! I love you!”

---

You were sat in your kitchen, cooking breakfast. It was sunny again today. The trees lit up with the orange glow from the rising sun outside your window. A soft breeze came in through the open window before you. It was so beautiful outside, you knew that it was going to be a good day.

There was a small tug at your calf. Slowly, you turned around and saw the bright, wide eyes of a child staring up at you. He had your nose, but those weren’t your eyes. They were Jungkook’s eyes.

“Ma! Up!” he demanded with his hands outstretched. You smiled softly and complied with the small voice. Carefully, you hoisted him up where he fit perfectly on your hip.

“What are you doing up so early? Your sister didn’t wake you, did she?” you questioned, looking at his tired face.

“No, daddy woke me up! He said I had to come downstairs and stale you!” he smiled widely.

“You mean stall?” you questioned.

“Maybe,” he laughed.

“Should we go sneak up on daddy?”

“Is that a part of stalening?”

“You mean stalling?”

“Sure.”

The two of you couldn’t help the giggles that rushed forth from you.

“What’s all the commotion down here?” Jungkook’s voice rang out from the stairwell. Your eyes drifted up, following the voice of your husband.

“Did I stale mom good enough dad?” your child asked, looking towards his father for approval.

“I keep telling him it’s stall, however that might have been apart of his evil plan!” you gasped, attacking the child in your arms and making him erupt in a chorus of laughter. Jungkook smiled and approached you, a sleeping babe wrapped tightly in his arms.

She was very pale, something the doctors had said would level out after some medications were prescribed. It made your heart clench with a fear you’d never felt before, but you knew with Jungkook it would be okay. She was almost ready to walk, quickly showing signs of wanting to, but stumbling with every attempt. However, Jungkook was there to catch her every time.

Jungkook’s voice brought you from your thoughts.

“It think you did wonderful,” Jungkook agreed, kissing his child’s head with approval. The small boy beamed up with so much joy it made your heart tremble with joy.

“Speaking of this stalling, why was it necessary in the first place?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at Jungkook. He gave a little impish smile.

“Well maybe someone’s anniversary present wasn’t wrapped up quite yet, and someone else might’ve needed a bit more time to get it together. But those are only things for you to think about later,” he silenced you with a kiss before another word could pass your lips.

A little ‘eck!’ brought you two from your intimate embrace as your son wriggled inside your arms, desperate for escape. He managed to wiggle free and jump onto the ground and out of the room. Jungkook chuckled softly and laid your sleeping daughter into her small cradle near the table.

“So about this present,” you started. You heard your husband laugh as he approached you with a small box in his hands. A soft peck served as your thank you before you began to open the delicate package.

A very detailed rose colored necklace sat on a soft cushion inside. You gasped in surprise as you held it before your eyes.

“Jungkook, it’s so beautiful, I don’t know what to say!” you smiled. He shared your happiness as he took it from your hands and wrapped it around your neck with a tenderness that warmed your soul.

“For the woman I love who blooms with each day that passes,” he stated.

“That was gross, but I’ll accept it because the necklace is beautiful,” you teased, leaning in for yet another peck. A peck that quickly turned into something a little more than appropriate for having children in the house. “Hang on, I have a present for you as well,” you stated. Jungkook’s eyes held disappointment for the interruption, but curiosity of having a present for himself.

“Really? What is it?” he asked.

“Close your eyes.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered shut. You grinned as you took his hand and slowly guided it to your stomach. Jungkook moved his fingers for a moment before his eyes popped open and looked down.

“You’re stomach... what does that-wait... Are you?” he asked, hopefulness brimming in his voice.

“Found out yesterday,” you smiled. Jungkook gave a small whimper before bringing you in for a hug.

“You’re sure? Let me see the test! I’ll have to call my brother! We’ll have another up on him! He and his wife need to get going you know, before her ovaries shrivel up. That’s why we’re so good...”

You listened to him rattle on as you placed your hand on your stomach.

“Just listen to him,” you said down to your unborn child.

“We can’t wait to meet you.”

---

The room was deathly quiet. Jungkook had pushed you off him quickly after your little outburst. You couldn’t believe you said it. You didn’t mean to! You were so caught up in the moment and...

He had left just a few minutes ago, pulling on his robe without a word. You held your hand to your lower regions, not wanting any of him to leave you. You knew you were in trouble, but maybe this might lessen your punishment.

Jungkook came back in, clothes draping his body. You gazed at the selection, before looking up to his eyes.

“Y/N, you know you broke one of my core rules, correct?” he stated in a cold voice.

“Yes, I am aware of that master,” you answered.

“Mr. Jeon, if you please,” he demanded.

Mr. Jeon? He only used that with people he didn’t know.

“Sorry, Mr. Jeon,” you responded.

“I called you a taxi. It’s late and Hoseok is probably worried about you. I’m assuming you’re still staying there with him?”

“Yes, but what is going on-”

“Alright, the cab will be here in about fifteen minutes. That should be enough time to get you cleaned up and on your way. I’ll have the governmental office send you the dischargement papers soon. Please, delete my number when you have sent me a text saying you have returned home. Please, do drink lots of fluids for the night. You have a history with dehydration,” he rattled on.

“Wait, dischargement papers? What am I being discharged from?” you asked. Jungkook sighed.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to say it outright, but, I’m letting you go,” he said, as if he were letting you go from a normal office job.

“L-letting me go? F-for breaking one rule? Can’t you just punish me? Put me on probation? Something?” You pleaded, feeling your heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Y/N, you broke my number one rule. Don’t fall in love with me. As cliche as it sounds, it just makes everything very messy. I should have let you go after your first hospital visit... However, it was my selfishness that kept you around. I enjoy being adored and put on a pedestal, as long as there are no feelings attached. I know about your obsession with me and being submissive to me, but I can’t have you acting like you did today after seeing one woman with me. You knew you weren’t going to be the only one. I’m sorry, Y/N, but this can’t continue. It won’t be good for either of us,” he said, sounding disappointed.

“I can be better,” you whispered, feeling the tears starting to fall.

“I know you can be, but it’s gone on way too long as it is. I’ll take responsibility for that. Feel free to hate me and cuss me out. You’re no longer under any contract to me,” he said, waiting for your response.

You felt very cold and very exposed... You reached to the side and pulled your shirt on, wincing as you felt some of Jungkook’s cum leak out of you and onto the bed. You turned and saw Jungkook watching you intently.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to satisfy you master,” you said as you pulled on your panties.

“Y/N, it’s not about being good enough or satisfying me... It’s about your sanity, it’s not healthy for you to be with me, I may be a demon but even I’m starting to feel a bit guilty,” Jungkook commented.

“It hasn’t been healthy from the moment we started this. From when I gave you my virginity to now. It’s been two years of my life that I’ve been waiting for phone calls, or text messages. Something... Anything so that I didn’t have to feel alone anymore,” you said softly.

“You have Hoseok and Namjoon, they’ll be good to you,” Jungkook tried his hand at being comforting. But it wasn't in his nature. And acceptance wasn’t in yours.

“I guess,” you stated.

A ringing sounded throughout the apartment. Jungkook looked on his phone.

“Your cab is here... Do you have everything?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Jungkook nodded and stood there, waiting for you to leave. But your feet were glued to the carpet. It felt like you couldn’t move. This would be the last time you’d see him like this...

“Y/N, it’s time for you to go now.”

“I know, but I can’t move,” you whispered, feeling the tears falling down your face and onto the ungodfully expensive carpet beneath you.

“Y/N, get out.” he said, much more firm than before.

Slowly, you lifted your feet and began to walk out of the room. One foot in front of the other.

When you passed by Jungkook, you leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for having me, I hope you continue to be happy.”

---

You weren’t sure when the last time you ate was.

Was it yesterday?

But yesterday was Monday... Maybe you had the ramen on Saturday or Sunday?

You couldn’t find it in yourself to eat. You felt so sick.

You stared at Jungkook’s number in your phone. The one you refused to delete incase he changed his mind. Even after all the papers had been signed and a month had passed. But, maybe he would call you.

Every time you tried to eat, the smell of it cook would make you gag or sometimes vomit up bile. You probably had the flu or something like that. It’ll go away eventually.

Hoseok and Namjoon would be returning in a week or so, they had to be...

When did you text them last?

You found yourself extremely tired this last week, napping during the middle of the day only to get twelve hours of sleep at night. It was ridiculous.

You checked your calendar out of sheer boredom and noticed your period was late. However, that wasn’t uncommon for you. The stress of your job-old job, would make you miss it frequently.

Maybe you really should schedule that doctor’s visit, just to be double sure nothing is really wrong with you. Again, that idea seems unnecessary considering your history with aunt flow.

A short buzz with your phone made you jump. Your heart went to your throat as you went to your messaging app.

799-0: You have reached your monthly data limit for this month, ending on...

Just a reminder.

Not Jungkook.

These would be your days. Long hours filled with the dark embrace of sleep and the naseauting loneliness that now encroached on your heart.

You would have to grocery shop soon.

There was next to nothing left in the refrigerator. Plus, your period could sneak up on you at any moment. You grabbed your wallet and keys and slowly walked down the steps of your apartment building.

The walk to the small grocery store was uneventful, the most thrilling thing happening being watching a granny feed a bird that she kept thinking was her old dog.

Depressing.

You finally made it to the store and you grabbed a cart before heading towards the different aisles. You walked towards the food section and grabbed very plain food that wouldn’t be upsetting your stomach. Something in your mind also made you snag a few bottles of flu medication that was on sale. Wouldn’t hurt you if anything else.

Eventually after making a few stops in different locations you made it to the feminine hygiene section. You randomly snatched a few boxes and threw them in your cart, not really paying attention to them before heading towards the check out.

The lady’s monotone voice annoyed you as you paid for your items and quickly shuffled out of the store.

As you filed through the large crowd of people, you noticed that they all seemed to be too close. It was so suffocating to be around so many people. Did others always walk this close when you were just trying to get home?

The sound of your groceries hitting the table was satisfying as you stretched out from carrying the heavy items all the way here. There was a blinking light on the machine, meaning a message was waiting to be heard.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s Hoseok! Just checking in! We haven’t heard from you in a while and thought we might want to get in touch! We’ll be home soon, okay? Just about four or five more days and we’ll be able to eat ice cream and cuddle on the couch. Namjoon, shut up I’ve cuddled you plenty on this trip. Anyways, see you soon dear!”

The mention of ice cream made your stomach turn and you really considered cracking into one of those bottles of flu meds. However, you decided against it and went to work at putting everything away.

It was all very dull until you felt a sharp pain in your side.

You held your side and felt a stirring in your stomach.

Must be that time.

You were glad you had the foresight to get some stuff. You grabbed one of your boxes and headed to the bathroom.

The cold porcelain made your skin rise in chills as you opened the box of pads you purchased. Something plastic clattered to the floor. You saw a white stick with a small note attached to it.

FREE SCREENING TEST! WILL BE ABLE TO DETECT SIGNS OF FUNGAL, YEAST AND OTHER INFECTIONS FOR YOUR MOST DELICATE AREAS! ALSO ABLE TO DETECT PREGNANCY UP TO THREE WEEKS!

A screening test?

Never hurts to make sure you’re healthy, especially with the way you feel right now. You relaxed and did your business, setting the stick to the side and got yourself squared away, walking into the kitchen to put the rest of your items away.

---

This must be some kind of cruel joke... You thought to yourself as you sat in the bathroom.

You were on the pill, there’s no way this should’ve happened...

The bright pink + sign stared you in the face. Almost mocking you.

KEY:

- Pregnant

No Line - Not pregnant

Blue - No diseases detected

You didn’t pay attention after that. It was all starting to make sense in your head... The late period, the sensitivity to smells, nausea, fatigue...

You were pregnant, with Jeon Jungkook’s child.

“Oh no...” you whimpered, curling in on yourself and beginning to cry.

What did you do? Jungkook certainly wouldn’t believe you, and Hoseok and Namjoon weren’t going to be home soon enough. What the fuck did you do?!

You had to try to call Jungkook and tell him. That was the only thing you could think of.

You reached for your phone and froze... One of the last instructions from Jungkook was to delete his number, if you called you would certainly be in big trouble with the law. Couldn’t you call the apartments and see if that could work? Maybe the governmental office?

Finally, you gave up and just called from your cell phone. You were already in enough trouble as it were. Carrying an Incubus’ child.

“Thanks for calling, I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message, I’ll talk to you soon.”

BEEP.

“J-Jungkook... I-It’s Y/N. I know I was supposed to delete your number, but... I’m sorry. I-I’m in a bit of trouble. If you could call me back, I would greatly appreciate it. Goodbye.”

What are you going to do?!?! If the governmental office gets ahold of that message they’ll come storm your house! An incubus child is not something to mess around with.

You held your stomach in fear of what might happen to you and your baby. Did you want to get rid of it? Should you call it an it? That seems a bit rude.

Your phone lit up and you squeaked in fear. You peaked at the caller ID and noticed it was Hoseok. You hesitantly picked it up and answered with a timid, “hello?”

“Hey! You answered finally! I was beginning to wonder if something happened,” he said, sounding worried.

“O-Oh? No... I’m, fine?” you said, more of a question than a statement.

“What’s wrong? You sound weird.” he mentioned.

“N-Nothing’s wrong. I’m good,” you said, trying not to break down and cry.

“You sound strained, were you crying?” he asked.

“Hoseok... what do I do?” you cried.

“Y/N? What’s going on?! What happened?” he asked, sounding more and more worried.

“Hoseok.... I-I’m pregnant,” you wailed.

“P-pregnant? You’re sure?”

“I took a test.” you replied.

“Those aren’t always one hundred percent. Is it just a late period or are there more symptoms?”

“I’ve been exhausted and really sensitive to smells. Also feeling sick and nauseous,” you commented.

“Fuck. Hang on, Namjoon! Hey! Get over here!”

Panic rose in your throat. You had to do something and fast. You stared at your medicine cabinet and noticed the flu medication sitting there with it’s warning label flashing bright red at you.

“Y/N? Still there? It’s Namjoon, tell me your symptoms and with more description please,” he requested.

“Medicine...”

You trailed off as you began to formulate a plan...

It wouldn’t be painful... Just like falling asleep, right? Drink too much and you’ll just feel really tired, right?

“No, don’t take any medicine, your baby is in a very vulnerable state right now you don’t want to-”

“I’ll take care of it... Don’t worry... Goodbye Namjoon, Hoseok.”

---

“Fuck! She hung up!” Namjoon screamed.

“No no no!” Hoseok yelled, grabbing his phone and throwing it on the floor. “Namjoon, keep trying to call her. What did she say?”

“She said something about medicine and that she was going to ‘take care of it’. Hoseok, don’t tell me she might...”

“Keep. Fucking. Calling her.”

Namjoon rushed to grab his own phone as Hoseok ran to his laptop.

Jeon Industries, daily hours.

Phone Number: XXX-XXX-XXXX

Hoseok’s finger’s flew over the phone from their little apartment in England they were currently using while on a work trip.

“Jeon’s Industries this is-”

“Yeah, is Jeon Jungkook there today?”

“Mr. Jeon is extremely busy today, can I take a message?”

“No! This has to do with one of his ex-woman. It’s life or death, I’m serious.” Hoseok almost yelled into the phone.

“One moment please.”

Hoseok felt sick as he waited. The longer he was kept on the line, the less time you had.

“Go for Jeon.”

His annoying voice filled Hoseok with fury.

“Jeon fucking Jungkook,” Hoseok growled.

“Hoseok? Is that you?” he asked with curiosity. What would he be calling for?

“Listen, I don’t have time for all this bullshit. But you’ve got to listen to me, it’s Y/N,” Hoseok rushed out.

“Sorry, I can’t do anything about her anymore. She’s not signed to me. I’m a little pissed you’re calling me for one of her tantrums to be completely honest with you,” he snarled.

“You cocky motherfucker! She’s pregnant and trying to kill herself!” Hoseok shouted into the receiver.

It was silent for a few moments before Jungkook inhaled sharply.

“You better not be fucking around with me Hoseok, are you dead serious right now? Did she tell you she was pregnant? Do you think she’s lying?”

“Why the fuck would she lie about something like that? Jungkook, she sounded terrified! Can you imagine? You pretty much fucking threw her to the wind because she said she loved you! You fucking asshole you know how sensitive she is! She hasn’t been the same since! I tried to get her to go to counseling but you know how well that goes with her. Jungkook I’m worried she’s going to commit suicide, please... Please find her...”

Silence again.

“I swear to fuck that girl is going to be the death of me.”

---

Jungkook’s never felt fear like this in his life as he drove through the busy mid-afternoon traffic.

“She’s pregnant!”

That statement kept ringing through his mind. All of his women were supposed to be on the pill. Did you skip yours on purpose?

No, disobeying wasn’t like you.

Jungkook finally pulled up to your apartment complex and ran up the steps quickly, finding your apartment with ease. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

“Y-Y/N, it’s Jungkook! Listen, I need you to let me in please. We need to talk,” he tried. “Kitten? Will you let me in please? Will you be good for me?” he asked softly.

Nothing yet again.

Worry coursed through him at an alarming rate. Being a demon he was very unfamiliar with human emotions, but seeing as how he had a human mother, he was able to feel such emotion. Albeit was often buried within him.

He tired the door handle, and by sheer luck it was open. He walked in and looked around.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you?” he asked, eyes scanning everything.

The house was quiet.

Did you go somewhere?

Jungkook smelt something that was very potent coming from the bathroom door he discovered wide open.

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” he shouted, running over.

There you were, laying in a pool of alcohol and flu-medicine.

“Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Wake up! Hey! Fuck fuck fuck,” he growled, picking up his phone and calling 9-1-1.

The responder told him to remain on the line until help arrived.

“Kitten, please, don’t do this... I’m not worth all of this,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against yours. He glanced down to your hand and saw a piece of white plastic sticking out from your fingers. He managed to pry your fingers open and gaze at the plastic with a lump in his throat.

It was the very pregnancy test that you had taken only an hour before...

But the only person to blame was him. He didn’t use a condom and he didn’t pull out. This was his fault... The governmental center would not be pleased with him... Should he take responsibility? Would they even let the child live? Would they let you live?

Jungkook felt numb as he stared as the test in his hands. This was his doing... He did this to you.

How could he do this knowing that you had so many problems with him already? He should’ve let you go sooner... But he loved to control you and to fuck you so hard you couldn’t remember anything but him... It gave him such a rush that he’d never felt before...

But was this worth it?

Your life and your potential child’s life?

Jungkook placed his hand on your stomach and rubbed the tender skin there.

“What have I done to you?” he asked.

The EMS arrived shortly thereafter, collecting you and heading towards the hospital.

Jungkook sat in the ambulance, clinging to your hand with his other placed firmly on your stomach, fear eating him up as he waited for someone to help you...

---

The first thing you registered was being stupidly thirsty.

You groaned in distaste and pried one eye open.

“SHE’S AWAKE!” you heard someone shout.

The dull sound of a heart monitor started to pull you from your stupor.

Hoseok came flying in the room with tears and snot running down his face.

“Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU STUPID BITCH YOU SCARED ME SO FUCKING BAD WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?!” Hoseok screamed while a teary Namjoon held him back.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Namjoon said, giving you a smile.

“Wa-wat-err,” you croaked out. Namjoon nodded and rushed to help you drink something. You took greedy gulps as the water soothed your cracked throat and lips.

“Oh, honey,” Hoseok whimpered, rubbing your head.

Everything rushed back to you.

Jungkook... The baby... The medicine...

“M-My baby,” you asked, looking at their eyes for a sign of anything. Namjoon gave you a soft smile.

“Hang on, someone wants to talk to you besides us, he’ll be able to tell you more,” he stated.

“Oh no, that fucker is the one that started this shit, like hell I’m letting him near her,” Hoseok growled.

“He has a right,” Namjoon said, pulling Hoseok out of the room.

You were alone again... You looked around the room and saw a beautiful set of daylilies. They were in a perfect arrangement that sat on your bedside table.

“It’s supposed to be the chinese emblem for mother, but that was just from a google search so don’t quiz me later,” Jungkook’s voice rang throughout the room. Your head snapped to the side as you took him in. He was just as breathtaking as the last time you saw him.

“Tell me, do I still have a baby? Did I have a baby to begin with-Jungkook I’m so sorry, I-”

“You are pregnant, and the baby is fine. You threw up a majority of the medicine before we reached the hospital,” he explained.

“We?”

“I was the one that called the ambulance.”

“But-Hoseok and Namjoon?”

“They were in England at the time. They called me and asked me to check on you... I found you laying on the ground with... with this...” he said, presenting your pregnancy test.

“Oh...” you trailed off. Jungkook walked towards you and handed it back to you. Unconsciously you took it and held it to your chest tightly. Your hand wandering to your stomach in relief.

“Y/N... What the fuck were you thinking?” he growled.

“What was I supposed to think Jungkook? The way you ended things, I didn’t know what to do... I had no idea if I was going to die or what... I couldn’t think of another way out,” you whispered.

“What did I do to you, Y/N? I destroyed your body more than once, but that was something we both enjoyed... But I was destroying your mind as well. Something I had no right to touch. I shouldn’t have let you go the way I did. I should have done it sooner. Get you away from me as fast as I could... It’s my fault that you’re like this, Y/N, and I can’t apologize enough,” Jungkook said, bowing his head on the floor in front of you.

Jungkook bowing was not something you’d ever see from him...

“Jungkook?” you asked, peeking at him from atop your bed.

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head back up.

“Are you okay?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“No... You’re pregnant and it’s my fault. You almost died and it’s my fault. Y/N, I’m no good when it comes to feeling things. You know that. But, I’m trying... I really am. The governmental center said... Well, they aren’t too happy about it. Let’s just put it that way,” he explained. You held your stomach with panic. Jungkook took notice and gave you a soft smile. “But, they don’t have any legal grounds to take the child away from you or to force you to get an abortion, the baby is safe,” he soothed.

You sighed in relief and looked up at Jungkook with curiosity.

“A-Are you going to make me get rid of the baby?” you asked, turning your stomach away from him defensively.

“No! No no no! I-uh... Actually I want to help, if you’ll let me,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. You thought about it for a moment.

Jungkook’s eyes in that vision of yours. Looking at his children with such joy and love it made your heart quiver.

“T-that would be fine... I think,” you said, biting your lip.

“Really?” he asked, almost in shock.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you said. “I don’t think you’re a bad person, Jungkook. Just don’t fuck with my kid and we’ll be fine,” you reasoned.

“Of course not! I-I want them to be safe and healthy, just like any-uh... Any... Well...”

“Father. Any father,” you helped.

“Yeah, that,” he winced.

“You could say dad or daddy if that makes you feel better,” you offered.

“Please don’t call me daddy, that’s what got us in this place,” he said, resting his hand on his forehead. You chuckled. Seeing this side of Jungkook was exciting for you. This was a new side to him you’d never seen before, and you wanted nothing more than to explore.

“Sounds fair, but, uh Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I was just wondering what we do now?”

“We wait around nine months until you pop a baby out?” he asked.

“Do you even know how birth works?”

He was silent for a few moments before answering.

“I can learn, with you, if that’s okay,” he questioned.

“Sure, I think that would be alright,” you said yet again.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you said, looking up at Jungkook. He looked red in the face, almost embarrassed.

“C-Could I, uh... Touch your stomach?” he asked, looking like he was bracing himself for something.

“Sure,” you answered, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards you and placing his hand on your stomach gently. Jungkook froze in place, looking at his hand on your stomach.

“O-Our baby is in there right now.”

“Mhmm,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“Hi baby,” Jungkook whispered. You reached out and touched Jungkook’s head gently. He relaxed as he spoke to your stomach quietly.

You knew deep down that he was terrified. So were you. Only a month ago he was ready to leave you behind... But now? Well...

You were in it together. Jungkook would try his best...

Life can suck sometimes, but if you have a partner... Sometimes it can suck a little less.

GAHHH IT’S 4:11 in the morning someone help.

Me as fuck.

Your writing is fantastic! I've read everything I could find (my favorites being 'out of work, 'Into Eternity', 'The girl who never cries', 'Birthday sex', 'Vanilla Ice Cream', 'You're gonna kill me' and ALL of your Jungkook fics, and he isn't even my bias. They are so good though!) and I'm seriously addicted. You are now one of my favorite writers and I can't wait for more:) thank you for blessing us with your talent.

You’re so sweet! Holy crap Jungkook is so sneaky when it comes to me. He’s lurking when I’m trying not to pick favorites. That little shit. But, we love them all without leaving one out! Thank you so much for the kind words, it really motivates me to keep going. (Into Eternity is one of my favorites to write, I love Jimin’s character in that one). 

Please send me messages guys! I love to talk to you! Thanks again for sending me the love, it makes me so happy!!

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