Kimyishin - YiYi

Way Back Home | jjk | Part Three

pairing: jungkook x reader

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

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: parents au, single parent, co-parenting, chaebol, ceo jungkook, assistant reader, jeon twins, one of the babies has a weak heart, jungkook's dad is shit, tears, crying, jayeon finally had surgery, angst angst angst, they finally spoke wooow

word count: 6k

authors note: hey guys, i'm like barely functioning because seven got me down bad for a man that don't even know i exist but its fine. ITS FINE. I'M FINE. stream seven guys :)

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You and Jungkook decided to go to a nearby cafe while your brother took care of the kids. After everything he said, you knew for a fact that you had to speak to him. There’s a high chance things might result in an argument but you know one thing. You want Jungkook to be present for your kids, even if it doesn’t include you because god knows you don’t deserve his forgiveness. But after seeing your daughter hug Jungkook for the first time…You just knew you needed him here.

The two of you sat in silence with your warm drinks in hand. It was weird. There was never a moment when it was awkward between you guys. Back then, you and Jungkook weren’t the bestest of friends. Although you bickered, you guys still enjoyed the company you shared. And it doubled in comfortability when you guys got together.

But sitting across from the man you once deemed the person you loved most in this world, you weren’t sure where to start. 

Jungkook was on the same boat. After all the anger he’s felt over the last week finally diminished from his heart, he’s just left with guilt over the way he’s been treating you. He hated feeling that way, you were someone who he loved with his entire being and feeling those emotions towards you didn’t sit well with him.

Plus, he’s always been a laid back person. Of course he tends to get emotional sometimes which led him to act the way he did, but you were patient with him.

All you wanted was to explain and he never gave you that chance. And after visiting his father, he knows you should.

“Look…” You started, finally speaking against the tense atmosphere. “This might not mean much to you, but I truly am sorry Jungkook.” 

He let out a sigh before nodding his head. “I know…I get why you did it now.”

You look at him a little bit concerned. You knew he spoke with his father but something about it makes your skin crawl. You knew how the man was, but Jungkook hasn’t. You’re just afraid of him believing something that wasn’t true.

“I told you I visited my father. I was talking to Jimin and he told me to talk to him.” He started. You sucked in a breath, knowing this could go one way or another.

Jungkook drove up the street towards his childhood home. He barely visited this place. He mostly sees his father at the office or whenever there’s a meeting but never at his house. This place was always void of any love. Especially after his mom left, the entire place was just empty.

He was so glad he was able to live in a dorm during his college years, at least he felt more welcomed than here. And when he finally reached the age where he could properly move out, he never once looked back.

He reached the security gate and saw the familiar looking guard at the front. Rolling down his window, he caught the attention of the man in the front “Hey Hyung” He said. The security guard gave him a wave before walking towards his car.

“Hey Jungkook-ssi, what brings you here?” He asks with a smile. 

“Ah, I came to discuss something with my dad” He told him. The security guard nodded his head before walking back to his post to buzz him into the house. 

Thanking him, Jungkook drove to the front of the mansion. He inhaled a deep breath, hoping that after this conversation, he’d finally get some of the answers he needed.

Jungkook walked into the house, only to be greeted by Mrs. Cho.

“Oh my boy, you’re so big now” She said, giving him a hug. Jungkook giggled as he held her close. He missed her. After his mom left, she was the only person that kept him sane. She cared for him and loved him like a mother would. 

“I came to talk to dad” He said. She gave him a nervous look before looking around, hoping nobody was around.

“About what?” She asked. Jungkook hesitated to tell her at first but he knew he could tell her anything.

“Jimin told me that he may have something to do with why Y/N left me” He said. He noticed her eyes widen at the sound of your name. She raised her hand to her chest.

“Oh that poor girl, I’m guessing you met her again?” She asked. Jungkook nodded his head but he suddenly heard someone at the top of the stairs. He looked up to see his father looking down at him with a blank look.

“I heard you were here” He said. Jungkook cleared his throat before nodding at Mrs. Cho who gave him a sympathetic smile. He made his way up the stairs and slowly made his way to his father.

“I came to speak to you” He said, once he stood in front of him. His father gave him a questioning glance before walking towards the direction of his office. 

Jungkook took a deep breath before following him. The two men walked into the large office. He watched his dad sit on his chair while he sat on the chair in front of his desk. 

“What do you want to talk about?” His dad asked him with a smile. “Is it about the company?” 

Jungkook shook his head, trying to find the courage to ask him. 

“Then what is it?”

Knowing what he needs to do, Jungkook looked his father right in the eyes. “Did you have something to do with Y/N leaving me?”

His father raised a brow at him before leaning back in his chair. “Why would you ask me something like that?” He questioned back.

“You were the last person she spoke to apparently” He lied. He wasn’t completely sure if you indeed talked to him but it was worth a shot.

“Yeah I spoke to her. She came to me asking for some money so she can leave.” He stated simply. Jungkook felt his heart drop in his chest. You came to him asking for money?

“She found out she was pregnant and wanted an escape. Said you weren’t fit to be a father so she asked for money and ran.” He said. Jungkook narrowed his eyes on the man.

“And you gave her the money?” He questioned. His father gave him a stern look.

“You weren't even the CEO of the company yet, and you decided to knock up some chick. Do you have any idea what that could’ve done to the company? Of course I gave her the money.” He said. Jungkook sucked in a breath. His father always looked out for him. But this was something else. 

“So you knew Y/N was pregnant this entire time and never told me?”

His father scoffed out a laugh before digging into his desk drawer. “I found the DNA tests of your kid, you’re not the father, why else do you think she wanted to leave?” He said. 

Jungkook felt his breath hitch in his throat. He took the papers and scanned them closely. His DNA didn’t match.

Getting up from his chair he walked out of his fathers office without a word. He stormed past Mrs. Cho, who was about to bring them coffee but he paid her no attention. 

She looked back at him concerned before making her way into her boss’ office. She set down the tray before bowing her leave. She quickly made her way outside and asked the guard where Jungkook went off to.

He told her he just sped off. She looked into the distance worried. She went back inside and went to her room to grab her purse and discreetly made her way out of the mansion. She knew there was only one place in this world where Jungkook would go when he needed an escape. 

She wasn’t sure what went down in the room, but she knew she needed to comfort him.

He was her boy.

She took the bus to Yeongdeungpo-gu. Jungkook often went to the park here with his mom to look at the beautiful view of Seoul at night. It was currently dusk, the sun was slowly setting in the distance.

She made her way up the path towards Yeouido Hangang Park. She glanced to the side to see Jungkook’s car parked in the shade of a large cherry blossom tree. 

She hurried her steps to find him. She looked around to see if she saw the familiar looking boy. Until she turned a corner and saw him leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his hand as he stared at the view. 

She slowly walked towards him. He didn’t notice her at first until she stood beside him. He looked at her startled. “Eomeoni” He said, surprised. 

“How did you know I was here?” She gave him a smile before looking into the distance. 

“Ah, Jungkook-ah, I practically raised you. I know you more than you think.” She replied. Jungkook let out a sad chuckle before blowing out some smoke away from her. She tsked before taking the cigarette bud from his hand and dropping it on the floor to burn it out. 

“I was using that…” Jungkook said with a pout. She lightly slapped his shoulder. 

“I don’t want you dying before me, so no more of that.” 

The two of them stood in silence as they looked at the horizon. She didn’t mention it, but she saw the way his eyes were red and puffy. His nose had a slight red tinge, indicating he was crying. He’s grown up a lot, but there are small details that she can see of the little boy she cared for.

“What happened?” She asked after some time.

He let out a sigh before grabbing something from his pocket and handing it to her. She read the words carefully and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“What’s this?” She asked. Jungkook shook his head. “Is this the DNA test of–”

“Dad handed me that after telling me Y/N left me for money.” He said. Mrs. Cho let out a scoff before handing it back to him in disgust. 

“Well clearly that isn’t true” She said, angrily. She made the man look at her and she gave him a stern look. “I spoke to Y/N before she left the house that day, you’re the kids father.” 

Jungkook sadly chuckled. He looked down at the paper before putting it back into his pocket.

“Yeah I know. Y/N was pregnant with twins, and this shows the DNA of only one child.” He choked out. She watched as his eyes glossed over with tears “Why would he lie to me?” 

Mrs. Cho placed a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jungkook-ah. But whatever your father told you…It’s not true.” She told him softly. He looked at her in confusion before she let out a sigh. She sat down on the bench that was behind him and urged Jungkook to join her.

“The day Y/N came to the house, your father called her over to discuss something with her.” She started. Jungkook listened intently at her words. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I was sweeping the hallway when I overheard their conversation. He urged her to break up with you, saying she was a distraction to you and she wasn’t worthy of being with someone like you.” 

Jungkook looked at her in bewilderment. She saw his expression change from surprised to angry. “What the hell? Why would he say something like that?” He asked, frustration edged in his tone. She shook her head and looked at the boy with a sad smile. 

“I don’t know what runs through his head, but all I know is that she refused. He threatened her and you. But even then, she didn’t agree. She said she loves you too much to let you go that easily.” 

Jungkook was crying now. He blankly stared at the concrete floor as he quietly listened to her words. “Then why did she leave me?” He asked, brokenly. 

Mrs. Cho let out a sad sigh. “He threatened your children, well child at the time. He didn’t know she was pregnant with twins.” 

Jungkook looked up with furrowed eyebrows. 

“What do you mean threaten?” He asked. She shook her head before looking down at her lap.

“She came running out of the room and I caught her leaving with tears running down her face. She looked so broken, Jungkook-ah.” She said, sadness seeming through her at the memory.

“I tried to stop her but she just bolted out.” 

Jungkook buried his face in his hands. “She could’ve come to me, why didn’t she–” 

“That’s something you need to ask her yourself, Jungkook-ah. I don’t understand what happened, but she did what she thought was right…You can’t blame her for hiding them from you.” 

A day later, Jungkook found himself at a bar. He was drinking a lonely glass of whiskey when a woman came up to him. Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to deal with this, he had too much on his plate.

She was trying to flirt with him but Jungkook wasn’t budging. He wasn’t sure if she was clueless or just plain desperate because she wasn’t getting the hint. Suddenly a familiar person came up behind her with a smile.

“Sorry, Hun. But he’s taken” Taehyung said. She looked at him confused before looking back at Jungkook. Her eyes widened in realization before scurrying away. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his drink. Great, now she thinks he’s dating Taehyung. As good looking as the guy is, he’s just not his type.

“You’re welcome” He heard his friend from beside him. 

“Eh, you got rid of her so thanks I guess” He shrugged. Taehyung ordered a mimosa for himself before looking at his best friend.

“How are you holding up?” He asked. Jungkook let out a scoff before turning towards him.

“What do you think?” He asked bitterly. Taehyung nodded his head before accepting his drink from the bartender. 

“How’s Jayeon?”

Taehyung looked at the man with a sad smile. “He’s okay, his surgery is this Friday. I know Y/N already told you, but you should visit him.” He said. Jungkook sucked in a breath.

He knows he should but seeing his son lay lifelessly on a bed hurts him more than anything else ever did. And it hurts even more to think of the possibility that it’ll be his only memory of him.

“Taehyung-ah” He asked softly. His friend hummed in acknowledgement. 

“Did she really not have a choice?” 

Taehyung looked at his friend in confusion, not knowing what he meant. “Y/N, did she really have no other choice but to leave me?” He asked, sadly. Taehyung let out a sigh before nodding his head.

“At the time, it was the best decision to make. She didn’t want to, god you should’ve seen how she looked when I saw her, it’s like all the light completely drained from her eyes.” He replied. Jungkook looked down at his glass, deep in thought. 

“How was she? During pregnancy?” 

Taehyung hesitated a bit. He took a sip from his glass before speaking. “She was stressed. She worked everyday at the bakery and even took up a part time job as a waitress to help make some money.” He started. “Our mom lived with her in Jeju where our aunt lives while I stayed here.”

“She finished school alongside doing all that. She put her body under large amounts of stress and it got to the point where the doctor made her go on bed rest or else she would’ve lost the babies.”

Jungkook felt his heart twist in his chest, if he was there you wouldn't have to struggle so much.

“The kids…They came out a little earlier than they should’ve, when she was only 34 weeks.” Jungkook closed his eyes as he let Taehyung speak. As hard as it is to hear it, he knows he needs to. He deserves to know.

“Jiyeon came out loud and proud, she was ready to come. But Jayeon…He gave Y/N a little bit of a hard time. Her heart rate dropped drastically and they needed to perform a vacuum extraction to help her. But when he came out, they found him having an abnormal heartbeat and he was in the hospital for 2 months before Y/N could take him home.” 

Jungkook’s eyes glossed over with tears imagining the things you had to go through alone. He wished he was there. You shouldn’t have gone through that alone.

“He nearly didn’t make it but I came to visit them a few days before he was discharged. I heard her telling Jayeon to be strong like his Appa.” He said, tears in his own eyes. “And a day later, he was in stable condition.” Jungkook let out a sob.

Taehyung put a hand on his shoulder as he comforted his friend. He knew that Jungkook would have a hard time grasping all of this but as his friend, he owes him this much. Especially after everything he’s gone through over the last week.

“I’m not justifying her decision because at the end of the day, it was her choice to make. But I was the one who sent her to Jeju the second I noticed her unwillingness to even function. She was a mother, who cared about those kids more than anything. She needed to be strong for them and if leaving helped her to do that, then that’s what she needed to do.” He told him. Taehyung was someone who knew you more than anyone, and if there was someone who can help Jungkook understand your thinking process, it would be him.

“I can see in her eyes the regret and doubt. I saw her cry her heart out when her kids needed something and she was too overwhelmed to know what it was. I saw her work her ass off to provide for them to make sure they had food on the table. All because of that decision she made.” 

Jungkook let out a sad sigh. “All of this because my dad got in the way.” He quietly stated. 

Taehyung looked at him surprised before clearing his throat. “Jungkook-ah”

“I know what happened. My dad tried lying to me and said she left me because of money, even faked a whole DNA test to make me believe it.” He angrily said. He took another swing of the whiskey, allowing the strong liquid to burn his throat. “But even I can see just by looking at those two children, that my blood runs through their veins.”

He buried his face in his hands as he let out a few more tears. “Would she have stayed? If my dad didn’t get involved?” He asked his friend. Taehyung looked at him sympathetically before nodding his head.

Taehyung has always admired how much love you had for Jungkook. Call it a twin thing, but he knows those feelings don’t magically disappear. 

“Jungkook, you were it for her. Of course she would have. But she chose to leave for not only the sake of your kids, but for you too.” He said. Jungkook let out a scoff.

“That’s bullshit” He said angrily. Taehyung let out a sigh and grabbed Jungkook’s glass before he ended up drinking too much. Jungkook grumbled, angry that people keep taking his glass full of the amber liquid.

“Jungkook-ah, you’re literally the top CEO in the country right now. Your brand is literally everywhere. You accomplished everything you ever wanted and that’s what she wanted for YOU” He said to his friend. Jungkook looked at his friend with red rimmed eyes.

“But she was all I ever wanted.” He admitted.

Taehyung looked down at his glass, the mimosa was basically done. “Look, Y/N has made a lot of sacrifices and I get why you were angry, I don’t blame you at all. It’s been six years and you've been left wondering what the hell happened. But you’re here now and I know that Y/N wants you to be there for the kids.” 

Jungkook felt his heart spike in his chest at the thought of getting to know the kids. If Jayeon’s surgery does indeed go well, he wants to get to know the twins. He wants to learn every mannerism and every little detail about the two of them. 

He wants to forgive you.

Jungkook glanced at his friend, wondering if what he’s saying is true. “They’re just like you, in many ways. Both of them. They have qualities from the two of you that you will get to discover the more you get to know them.” Taehyung said. “It’s your choice now, Jungkook-ah” 

You listened as Jungkook told you his story. You felt your throat close up at the thought of being accused of leaving him for money, but you’re glad Jungkook didn’t believe him. This made you hate his father all the more.

“Y/N…” Jungkook started. You looked at him with a sad smile. “I’m sorry for everything my dad put you through.” 

You shook your head. “No, Jungkook, it was out of your control. I should’ve came to you, I should have—”

Jungkook softly hushed you before giving you a soft smile. “What’s done is done, all we have to do is go from here” He told you sincerely. You nodded your head before looking out the window. Jungkook was right, everything that happened over the years was already in the past.

You knew eventually Jungkook would come back into your life. And all that matters is what happens from this point on. 

“Do you think…” He started and cleared his throat. “After Jayeon recovers, do you think I can see the kids more often?” He asked, a little nervous about what you would say. But he felt his tense muscles deflate at the sight of your fond look.

“You don’t have to wait until he has to recover, you know. Jayeon is shy, but he’ll be happy to know if Superman was there.” You replied. Jungkook let out a beaming smile, completely identical to both of your kids, his bunny teeth coming out and everything. 

“Do they know about me?” He asked. You sucked in a breath at his question. You often told them stories about Appa and how cool he was. How he had a building that reached the sky and a heart full of love for the two kids. 

They always asked if they could meet him and of course, you couldn’t say no to them. So you always replied with yes, they could, she just has to talk to him first because he’s such a busy person that he would want to spend as much time with them as possible. They always dreamed of how they would spend their day with their dad. On those days, you would always fall asleep crying into your pillow, wishing the same man was there right then and there.

“They do. But Jungkook, we have to go at their pace. I’ve spoken about you to them a few times, they know you exist but they just don’t know who you are specifically…But they’ll know once they get to know you, trust me.” You replied. Jungkook nodded his head. He allowed himself to ponder your words, there are still a lot of things you guys need to work through but he knows it’ll start from here.

He knows you’ll do everything to earn his trust back just as he’ll do everything to earn yours. The two of you sat there for a little while longer, talking about the last few years. Just catching up on small things before your phone suddenly started to ring.

You look at the caller ID to see your brother calling you.

“Oh, Taehyung-ah is everything alright?” You asked. 

“Yeah, Jayeon wants to see you though.” He replied. You looked at Jungkook who was giving you a questioning glance before you nodded your head. 

“Alright, we’ll be there.” You said before hanging up. You looked at Jungkook with a smile.

“Jayeon is asking for me, do you want to see him?” 

Jungkook sucked in a breath before nodding. The two of you drank the rest of your coffees before heading out side by side. The coffee shop wasn’t far from the hospital, only a 5 minute walk so the two of you arrived there in no time.

You guys rode up the elevator to the floor that held your son. You saw Jungkook nervously shifting on his feet. You put your hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry” You told him. You saw Jungkook glance down at your hand that was still on his arm before you flinched back, you awkwardly cleared your throat. Luckily the elevator arrived on the floor before things could get more weird.

You weren’t sure why you even did that, you guys just had your first proper conversation in 6 years. Being familiar isn’t on the plate right now. You mentally scolded yourself before making your way to your son's room.

You glanced back at Jungkook and gave him a reassuring smile. Opening the door you see your kids and Taehyung look up at you guys. “Eomma, you’re here!” Jayeon said with a smile. You giggled and walked over to your kids, giving them a peck on the forehead. 

You heard Jiyeon let out a soft gasp. “Look Jayeon-ah! It’s Superman! I told you he came!” She excitedly told her brother. Jayeon looked at Jungkook who was hesitatingly standing near the door. You urged him to come in.

Jungkook slowly walked towards the bed where Jayeon was sitting. “Superman?” He asked. Jungkook gave him a lopsided smile before nodding his head. Jayeon furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation.

“Cool!” He said with a smile. He then turned towards you and Taehyung. “Don’t tell him that I think Iron Man and Spider-Man are cooler though.” He whisper yelled. Jungkook overheard his words and looked at you guys with wide eyes.

“Did he just–”

You and Taehyung looked at each other before letting out laughs. You know Jungkook’s obsession with marvel. Especially with Iron Man and Spider-Man. You remember getting him the Iron Man helmet and the Spider-Man mask for his birthday…And let’s just say he refused to remove it. Your brother got up and stood beside his best friend, giving him a pat on the back. 

“Told you” He said, giving him a fond smile. Jiyeon walked up towards Jungkook with a frown on her face.

“Hey, what about me? Pay attention to me” She pouted, looking like you when you sulked. Jungkook let out a laugh before picking her up.

“Is my little niece jealous?” Taehyung asked. Jiyeon raised an eyebrow in response. 

“No, I just want attention too.” She stubbornly denied. Jungkook looked at you with a teasing smirk. 

“She’s just like you” He whispered. You shook your head before paying attention to your son. 

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” You softly asked him. Jayeon nervously glanced at you.

“I’ll be okay, right Eomma?” He asked. You gave him a sympathetic smile before nodding your head. It hurts you to know that he has to go through this.

“You will, bug. I promise.” 

He nodded his head before looking at Jungkook and Jiyeon who were having a small conversation together. “Jiyeon-ah, Superman!” 

They both looked at him at the sound of their names. Jayeon smiled before pointing at the T.V.

“Come on! Let’s watch Avengers!” He said. Jungkook walked towards you with Jiyeon in his arms. Your daughter let out a groan in protest.

“Not avengers againnnnnn…” She whined. You let out a laugh before taking her from Jungkook and placing her on your lap. 

“Awww, come on Yeonie. How about we watch Avengers first and then you pick out the movie after?” You offered. She gave you a smile before climbing onto the bed beside her brother. Jungkook sat beside you while Taehyung made himself comfortable on the floor.

You put on your Disney+ account and quickly searched for the movie. 

The five of you watched the movie in silence. Halfway through the movie, you noticed the twins fell asleep cuddling each other. You tucked them in and gave them a kiss goodnight. 

You turned to speak to Jungkook and Taehyung only to find them sleeping too. Taehyung was leaning against Jungkook’s leg whose head was leaning on the backrest. You giggle to yourself before grabbing another blanket and tossing it over the boys. They snuggled into it while you rolled your eyes at them.

You turned off the movie and made your way to your bed on the side of the room. You glanced at your family with a fond smile, knowing Jungkook will fit right in, before letting sleep take over you.

For the first time in six years, you never felt so happy.

It was the morning of Jayeon’s surgery, he was going to be sent into the operating room really soon. You were nervous, anyone can see that. You got Taehyung to bring Jiyeon back to your house where she could spend the day until Jayeon finished. Jungkook stayed, you told him to go home too but he refused.

He wanted to be there. And you were grateful.

The nurse came in with the anesthetic and you nervously glanced at Jungkook. He gave you a reassuring nod before the two of you made your way over to your son.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you watched your baby boy. “Eomma, will you be here when I wake up?” He asked. You nodded your head at him. 

“Of course, bug. I will be here the second your eyes open.” You told him honestly. You can’t even bring yourself to step out of the hospital room, let alone the building. 

You need to know he’s okay. 

He then looked at Jungkook with a nervous smile. “Will you be here too?” He asked. He was already fond of him and he hadn't found out he was their father yet. But you can see in his eyes, the exact replica of Jungkook’s, that he really likes him. 

“Of course I will, buddy. I promise.” He said sincerely. Jayeon nodded his head, the medication slowly making him feel drowsy.

“Keep Eomma company please!” He said, before he fell into slumber. 

They rolled Jayeon out of the room and made their way into the operating room. Jungkook looked at you with a smile. 

“I got the best pediatric surgeon working for Jayeon, don’t worry. He’ll be okay.” He told you. Nodding your head, you sat back down on your chair.

Now all you have to do is wait.

6 hours. 6 excruciating hours, but Jayeon was finally done. You and Jungkook were sitting in the waiting room when the doctor came in. The two of you stood up.

“Mr and Mrs. Jeon, I suppose?” He asked. You and Jungkook nervously glanced at each other but didn’t correct him, that’s the least of your worries right now.

“How’s our son?” You ask. Jungkook felt his heart spike in his chest as the sound of you saying “our”. 

The doctor smiled. “The operation was successful. He did go into mild cardiac arrest because of excess bleeding but we were able to stabilize him. His heart is fully functional now. Although he will have some slight restrictions, but with time and mediation he will be fully healthy.” He told you. You and Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you, thank you so much” You told the doctor with tears in your eyes. After the doctor told you more details about Jayeon’s condition, you sat down on a chair and cried your eyes out. You never felt more relieved in your life. Jayeon will be okay.

You felt someone's arms around you, and judging by the familiar scent that came through your nostrils, you knew it was Jungkook. 

“I told you it’ll be okay, remember?” He asked. You nodded your head and basked in his embrace.

“Come on, let's go see him.” He told you. Taking a deep breath, you wiped the tears from your face and made your way to Jayeon’s room. There he was, silently sleeping. The nurse told you he’ll wake up soon.

You look at Jungkook who was gazing at Jayeon with longing. “You know…Between Jayeon and Jiyeon. He’s the most like you, not only in looks but personality too.” You started. Jungkook looked at you in surprise, wanting to hear more.

“I didn’t even need to do anything, he just did it on his own. Even though you weren’t here, I saw you everyday in him and in Jiyeon.” 

Jungkook let out a sigh. “Do you think they’ll like me?” He asked nervously. 

You give him a nod before looking down at your son. “They already do, I don’t know if you can tell. Even in this small amount of time, they seem fond of you already.” You told him sincerely. 

“Eomma?” Jayeon suddenly said. You looked at your son. His eyes slowly started to open, revealing the same chocolate orbs you were just looking at.

“Hey Jay Jay, how are you feeling?” You asked him. He nodded his head at you.

He looked to the side and saw Jungkook, his face breaking into a large smile. “Superman!” He exclaimed.

“Hey buddy, you did so well. You’re a strong guy, huh?” He said. Jayeon giggled.

“Does that mean I get ice cream?” He asked the two of you. Jungkook chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“How about dinner first before ice cream?” You offered. Jayeon pouted and saw on the side, Jungkook having an identical pout on his face. You turned away, knowing you'd give in if you saw it.

“Did someone say dinner?” You heard from behind you. You look up to see a box of pizza in one of Taehyung’s hands while he holds Jiyeon in the other. “Eomma! Jayeon-ah!” She said excitedly. She hopped down from Taehyung’s hold, much to his surprise before running towards you guys. She hopped on Jungkook’s lap and tried to climb onto the bed.

You and Jungkook widen your eyes before stopping her. “No no no, not right now, Jiyeon-ah. Your brother just got out of surgery and he’s still in a little bit of pain.” Jungkook explained to her. She pouted a little before turning to Taehyung with a frown.

“You said it doesn’t hurt him!” She accused. Taehyung shrinked in fear and looked to you for help. You rolled your eyes at your brother before grabbing the pizza box from his hand and placing it at the foot of Jayeon’s bed. You opened it to reveal the mouth watering smell invading your senses.

“I am so hungry” Jungkook said. You quickly grab two slices and hand each to your kids but for some reason, the two grown men thought it was for them and took it instead.

“Yah!” The twins said at the same time. You look at the boys with a disappointed look. They looked at each other in confusion before shifting their gaze towards the twins. 

“Eomma, they’re stealers…” Jayeon said. You giggle at their antics as the boys tried to make it up to the kids. 

You silently ate the pizza as you watched them bicker with each other. 

Suddenly you got a knock on the door. You looked down at your phone, wondering who it could be. You looked at your brother and he shrugged in response.

Getting up you walk over to the sliding door and open it to reveal two people you weren’t expecting to see.

“Eomma?”

“Mom?” 

You and Jungkook speak at the same time. You looked behind you and saw his eyes widen in astonishment.

This is going to be awkward. 

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this is us ~ jjk | 19

✨ title: this is us | ongoing series (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: y'all, we're getting closer and closer to the ending of their story :( :( there's one last chapter and an epilogue T_T i'm sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out. i was stuck on it for the longest time bc ya know, i suuuuck at writing seggsy things, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway. there were a few words left for me to use, so you'll see them in bold (we also have one more line, but we'll save that until the end hehe. iykyk). and as always, please like, reblog, scream (or not) at me, send me asks. i love it all. i hope you're all doing well.

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chapter nineteen ~ together again | wc: 9.7k warnings: we’re back to fluffy, domestic shit 😭 (finally), they love and miss each other so much, again—lots of talking and conversations (with yoongi, yuna, namjoon), bamie is a big boy and goes on a flight, lots of hugs, kisses, touching (what else is new), our TIU babies are being grown ass adults and sharing their feelings (whutttt—who are they? like the character growth? i’m sobbing), references to jk’s weverse lives, mentions of death, language smut warnings: i am sorry (not sorry) for all the seven references, protected sex (they haven’t been with anyone else since they broke up, but they’re being safe, and to our surprise, it’s kook’s suggestion), jk is a lil dommy, use of lube, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering (from the front and behind—don’t judge me), titty sucking, kissing, groping, overstimulation (i blame his weverse live), one small convo during seggs, a lil pussy slapping, lil spanks, light light light anal play (don’t judge me—he just puts his thumb on it….), jk wants to savor every moment with oc, but she's needy af

~ Three weeks later ~

The Netflix meeting in LA was a bust, but you wouldn’t let it bring you down. At least Kenji was courteous enough to call you and apologize about his friend. He thought he was doing you a favor but hadn’t realized how slimy Zach was.

The brunch tradition continued with Hyunie, Tae, and Yoongi, but this time, Hyunie didn’t want to host and suggested going out. You didn’t mind at all. It would be nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air.

And as usual, the married couple was running late. You greeted Yoongi, taking a seat beside him. His hair had grown a significant amount since you last saw him. It suited him well, you thought.

“Nice ring,” he said, gawking at the diamond-encrusted jewelry on your fourth finger.

You still needed to get used to it—sometimes, you forgot you had it on. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled, tucking your hand underneath your thigh. This was the first time you saw Yoongi since leaving for LA, and you were sure he would crack down on what happened.

“I’m guessing you didn’t want to live with the ‘what ifs’ and called lover boy.” He smirked, and a light chuckle left his lips. Honestly, he called it—knew you couldn’t resist, was too lovesick over him just to give up so easily.

“Actually, I didn’t call him. We kind of just—found each other.” And you weren’t lying! You didn’t reach out to him, had no idea you’d bump into him.

Yoongi holds the butter knife upright in his hand, pushing the tip into the blush pink napkin. “Found each other, huh?” he said with disbelief laced in his tone as he looked at you.

You hummed in agreement when your eyes met his. He slowly nodded, not believing a word coming out of your mouth.

“What?” you asked, annoyed at your friend.

He shrugged, putting the butter knife down. “I didn’t say anything.”

You deadpanned. “You didn’t have to. Your face said it all.”

Before your LA trip, you were wavering between what to do and ultimately decided not to call Jungkook. It wasn’t your fault you happened to be at the same hotel at the same time. One might call it destiny.

He wanted to humor you. “Okay—what did my face say then?”

You gawked at him. “That you think I’m dumb for going back to someone who cheated on me.”

“Damn, I’m kind of harsh,” he laughed.

You pursed your lips and nudged his shoulder. “Just be happy for me.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I didn’t say anything, and you’re putting words into my mouth.” You wave him off. “Didn’t I tell you that whatever decision you made would be the right one? You obviously chose one way, and the universe chose another.”

You couldn’t help but dramatically gasp, hand on your chest. “Does Min Yoongi believe in destiny? What’ve you done with the grumpy grandpa persona?”

His upper lip raises in annoyance. “He didn’t go anywhere. He’s still here.” He straightens his blueberry milk grandpa-colored cardigan.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” you said, sipping your water. Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just grunts. “You’ll like him; you will.” He grunts again, finally breaking into a smile.

“I’m happy for you. I’m glad you guys are back together.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, so I can fucking stop hearing about you complain and be all googly eyes for him all the time.”

You playfully shove him. “Shut up. I did not talk about him that much.”

“You shut up, and yes, you did,” Yoongi spat back, cocking his head.

The two of you continued to bicker, nudging and shoving until Kim Taehyung interrupted, “Yah, yah, yah! What are you two fighting about?”

“Nothing!” The two of you said in unison.

If there was one person’s opinion you came to respect within the last year, it was Yoongi’s. You appreciated that he was always willing to listen, even though you sometimes felt he didn’t want to—regardless, he was still a good friend and did it anyway. You loved how straightforward he was and didn’t have many friends who could be gentle, supportive, and direct. You were happy he had unexpectedly come into your life when you needed someone the most.

The remote had become your best friend these last few days. You didn’t want to start a new drama in case it disappointed you, so you opted for your favorite: Start-Up.

Almost a year later, not having watched it. You had forgotten how much it made you kick your feet, giggle, and cry an ocean of tears. Rewatching these episodes just made you fall more in love with Bae Suzy and Nam Joo-hyuk, and maybe you were feeling all mushy gushy because you and Jungkook rekindled your romance.

The tissue you had in hand had become damp when you wiped away your tears again. It was the fifth one, and you were only halfway through the episode when your phone started buzzing.

When you saw ‘boyfie’ light up on the screen, you wiped any mascara that smudged and fixed your hair before answering. You didn’t want him thinking you were crying because of him.

“Hello?”

The screen is fairly dim from Jungkook’s end. All you could hear was him groaning before he croaked out a ‘hi.’

You giggled, checking the time on your phone. “Isn’t it early for you?”

“Too early,” he replied, carding his hand through his fluffy hair to get a better look at you. He moves the phone closer, narrowing his eyes. “Are you crying? Why are you crying?” He shifted into an upright position against the headboard.

“I’m just watching Start-Up. I promise. No one made me cry.” He had a look of relief on his face before he slumped down onto his pillow. “Kook, go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jungkook shook his head and pouted. “I’m fine, baby. I missed you. That’s why I called.” He slumped further down the bed, pulling the duvet underneath his chin. “I’m pretending this blanket is you.” He nuzzled his face into it.

He missed you that much, huh? Well, you missed him and couldn’t wait to be with him again. You didn’t know how people could have long distance relationships, three weeks was really too long for anyone to be apart.

“You’re such a dummy.”

“Your dummy?” he asks with a close-lipped smile.

You hummed. “My dummy.”

Seeing Jungkook so cozy and snuggled up made you want to do the same. You grabbed a throw blanket that was settled into a basket next to the couch. Your attention went back to Jungkook, who looked like he had fallen asleep. You rolled your eyes because you had told him just to sleep.

“Boyfie?”

Jungkook groaned and inhaled a deep breath before popping up with sleepy eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

You weren’t going to lie. Him calling you baby and you calling him boyfie was making your insides all tangled up. “Go to sleep. Dream some good dreams, okay?”

“My dream is right in front of me. I don’t need to dream.”

You shifted your position, leaning back on a throw pillow, legs spread across the couch. “Were you always this cheesy?”

“Only when I’m with you,” he mumbled into the blanket again as he dozed off.

At this point, you were happy you didn’t have anything lined up for you because your new job was making sure this baby star candy didn’t fall asleep with a candle lit or something. But good thing you also had Bamie on your side. He would surely come to the rescue of his owner and their crazy antics.

“Baby,” he grumbled, looking at his screen.

You answer softly, ‘Yeah’, snuggling yourself into the blanket, the little screen of your boyfie in front of you.

“I put in my two weeks' notice at work and told my landlord about breaking my lease.”

He had discussed moving back, and you felt guilty for him having to do so. It would’ve been easier for you to move out there, granted, LA was the place to live if you wanted more writing opportunities, but he insisted he wanted to be near family and friends.

“I feel bad,” you admit.

Jungkook perks up, shifting against his headboard again. “What? Why? Please don’t feel bad. I want to move back.”

“I know, but I feel like I’m taking you away from your life, and then you have to bring Bamie on such a long flight too, then you’ll have to start over—find a new job, a new place.” You could continue listing many things, but you decided to stop overthinking.

“I’m not worried about finding a new job. I’ll probably talk to my old boss and see if they have anything open for me. And in terms of a new place, I could just stay with you.”

You visibly gulped when he said that. “Like move in with me?”

Jungkook pouts, nervously toying with his lip ring. “Do you not want that?” he asked with apprehension in his voice.

“I, um, I mean, don’t you think my place is too small for Bam?” You have had your apartment for the longest time since graduating college. Even when you were with Kenji and U-jin, you were always at their place because it was bigger, but when you were with Jungkook, it always felt like home, just big enough for the two of you, and you didn’t think Bamie would like how small your place was. He was a big pup and deserved something better than your dinky little apartment.

“We could just get a new place together,” Jungkook suggested nonchalantly, like there was no weight to his words.

You squint your eyes. “Jeon Jungkook, is this your subtle way of asking me to move in with you?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I can’t get anything past you, huh? But yes, it makes sense, right?” He had been sitting on the thought since discussing wanting to move back. It wouldn’t make sense to go back and forth between two apartments.

“I mean, yeah, you were practically living here anyway, and I’d want Bamie to have someplace where he could have more space.” Bamie was a big boy, and you wanted him to be comfortable too.

“So,” Jungkook’s smile grew, “We’re moving in together?”

You stared blankly at your boyfie. “You technically didn’t ask me yet.”

He cleared his throat. “Babe, baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. Will you move in with me?”

Love of his life, hmm? You could get used to him saying that. You sighed. “I don’t know. You’re kind of a messy guy,” you teased.

Jungkook scoffed. “Me? Messy? Have you seen my apartment? It’s spotless—”

“Kook! I’m kidding. I know you’re the cleaning and laundry fairy—and yes, I would love to move in with you.” You knew moving in with Jungkook would mean you wouldn’t be allowed to clean or do your own laundry again. But that was a good trade-off, right?

He giggled, slumping from his sitting position onto his side. “I can’t wait. This’ll be so much fun.”

Although Jungkook had slept at your place almost 24/7 when you were together, you wouldn’t be aware of his late-night cooking and karaoke sessions until much later.

You purse your lips and roll your eyes. “I’ll start looking for places today, so everything will be ready by the time you arrive.”

“Perfect.”

Moving in together was a big step, and you didn’t want to overanalyze this choice. If you and Jungkook were still together, you figured at one point or another, the natural progression in a relationship would be to move in. This decision felt good, it felt right.

You were moving the last of your boxes, ensuring everything would go smoothly before Jungkook and Bamie’s arrival. Your phone ringtone goes off; of course, it’s the boyfie.

“Hey,” you answered. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I, um, I couldn’t sleep, so I called.”

You knew he had an early flight returning to Seoul in a few hours and wondered why he was still up. “Too excited, hmm?” you chuckled.

His soft chuckle made it seem like something else was on his mind. “Something like that.”

“I’m kidding, boyfie. Tell me what’s on your mind,” you asked as you sat on the floor against the empty white wall. The apartment seemed spacious with nothing in it but you and a few boxes.

Jungkook sighed. “This is gonna sound stupid.”

“Come on, you can tell me. We talked about being open, right?”

“Um, remember when you were here, and we were talking, and you said you almost let someone you know in a bathroom?”

You didn’t mean to laugh aloud, but you couldn’t help it. “That’s what’s keeping you up? A distant memory of me almost sleeping with some guy?” You shuddered thinking about that moment–boy, you were really unhappy, weren’t you? But you understood where he was coming from, though. You were sure he was just curious.

“Yeah…”

“You’re adorable,” you teased, shaking your head and wanting to kiss him through the phone.

“Shut it,” he grumbled, burying his face into his duvet.

“You’re so cute. I just wanna pinch your cheeks. I’ll be sure to do so when you get here. My cutie patootie wittle bunny is jealous I almost slept with someone,” you giggled. You always knew Jungkook was the jealous type. He wouldn’t even let Namjoon help you with peeling a perilla leaf–what a weirdo.

“Okay—I’m hanging up now,” he said.

“No, no, no. I’m kidding. What about it?” His little spurt of jealousy was too hard not to joke about.

“Um, have you slept with anyone else since we broke up?”

“No,” you answered quickly. Even if you wanted to, your mind and heart was full of Jeon Jungkook and no one else would even be able to take your mind off him. “He was the closest thing to me sleeping with anyone, but other than that, I haven’t slept with anyone. What about you?”

“Oh, no—you were my last,” he says confidently, like it was a flex.

“Oh—” It’s not like you were expecting him to say Alex, but you were expecting him to say Alex. It only made sense since you thought she was a big reason for him leaving. You had convinced yourself he had run back to her.

“What?” he asked, piquing his interest.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just thought—”

“You just thought I would’ve slept with someone?” There were plenty of opportunities at company functions or when he was out with Jimin and Lana, but it just didn’t feel the same for him. He didn’t want a one night stand. He wanted to be in love, have one person consume every single fiber of his being, overtake him, and if none of them were you, then no one could have him.

You didn’t want to name names and Jungkook already mentioned that Alex left the company. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, have you seen yourself in the mirror?” Obviously, you wanted to jump his bones the moment you saw him in LA, and it was so fucking hard not to tempt him into staying at the hotel with you that night.

He laughed. “Well, I just hope that means I can fuck you when I see you,” he confessed, licking his lips and winking.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

“What? I know you’re thinking the same thing. You’re the one that wanted to tear off my clothes.”

Now you wish you didn’t say anything to him about that. You mumbled something indistinct, not clear enough for him to hear. “Good god—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about my dick in your tight little cunt,” he said in such a confident tone.

You gasped because cocky, bratty Jungkook was back and in full swing. “Okay—goodbye—go to sleep! You have a long day of travel ahead of you!”

Jungkook couldn’t help getting in a few last words. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on your—”

You quickly ended the video call. Your pussy clenched around nothing, just thinking about Jungkook being inside you again, having his lips on your waist, his hands tracing your lines. Fuck. You might just have to break out the vibrator tonight.

Not a moment later, you received a text.

boyfie 11:35 PM you didn’t let me finish…

you 11:35 PM i’ll let you show me when you get here.

you 11:36 PM goodnight! see you soon.

Jungkook gazed at the airport’s glossy marble flooring, staring off into space while holding a bouquet of white and yellow chamomile. His flight landed earlier than expected, and picking up Bam from baggage claim was effortless. He sat in a trance, wanting to pinch himself. Was this real? Was he sitting at Incheon airport waiting for you to pick him up?

He must’ve done something good in his past life, had an angel looking out for him, or after making wishes on shooting stars, his own finally aligned back to you.

How he missed home so much. The familiarity of the city was indelible. No way to remove it from his body–he was made for Seoul.

Bam sat beside Jungkook, waiting patiently, watching people pass them by. He would show excitement whenever Jungkook mentioned your name–his tail wagging, tongue out, and panting. He was just as eager as Jungkook to see you again.

You cursed the car that took your spot even though you had signaled, indicating you were there first, but you wanted to avoid getting into an accident or tussle before picking up Jungkook and Bamie–it was the last thing you wanted.

When you walked through the sliding glass doors and up the escalators, there he was, Jeon Jungkook—the love of your life, the one who made your heart flutter, the one you couldn’t live without. He was here in the flesh, and this wasn’t a dream you’d have to wake up from.

You stood, not moving an inch, wanting to capture this moment. The pair of you had gone through so much to get to where you are, and mistakes were made along the way, but you believed the best was yet to come.

He was sitting, daydreaming like usual, with a bouquet in hand, and when he finally broke out of his daze, he stood, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot in love. Bam stood on all fours looking up at Jungkook, waiting to see if he’d give him the okay to go toward you, but Jungkook never did.

The two of you stood smiling and smitten, enamored, being in this place of a love that was never lost but only put on pause. It was like a scene out of a movie, where the long, lost lovers finally reunite and get their happy ending.

You raced to him, jumping into his arms, making him drop the bouquet. Cupping his face, you placed kisses all over. All the while, Bam barked in excitement at the sight of you.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

“You have no idea.” You leaned down, capturing his lips with yours, pulling him closer, inhaling all of him, wanting to give yourself as an offering, but remembering that you were still in public and it’d have to wait.

Bam whined, looking up with his big doe eyes. Jungkook set you down. You kneeled to him, cupping his cute face. “I didn’t forget about you, Bamie,” you said before he licked your face.

You stood to kiss Jungkook again, wrapping your arms around his neck, not giving two fucks who was around or if anyone was watching. The love of your life was back, and no one could stop you from showing your devotion to him.

“God–I missed you. These last few weeks have been torture.” You’d spend every waking minute thinking about what he was doing, counting down every second until you’d see him again.

Jungkook giggled. “I could get used to this. You telling me how much you love and miss me.” He quite liked the attention and affection.

You suppose you were never the type to show this much adoration in public, but you were ready to stand on top of a building and shout to the entire world how much you loved this man. Be one of those girlfriends who captured every moment of their partner and gushed about them on social media during every made-up romantic holiday.

“I love you,” you whispered, your chin digging into his chest as you looked at him.

He hummed. “I thought I’d never hear that again,” he admitted. Since leaving for LA, he had given up hearing those three words from you.

“You’ll hear it as long as you’ll have me.”

Jungkook pulled back, both hands gently cupping your face, his starry eyes staring into yours. With a soft smile, he uttered, “I want you forever.”

Blindfolds had become a running joke between you, and you couldn’t help but continue the silly tradition. You wanted to surprise Jungkook with the new apartment, and blindfolding him was the only way to keep this secret, right?

Jungkook shuffled down the hallway, his hands out in case he ran into anything, and Bam followed his parents, tilting his head at the curious pair. Bam alarmed Jungkook by barking when he almost ran into the door.

When everyone was through the threshold, you took off his blindfold, ready for him to hopefully love this new place where you’d be creating new memories together.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, peering around the room—from the floor to the ceiling to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. He knew you made some good money but not this good.

“How—how did you find this place? It couldn’t have been cheap, baby.” He walked around the living room, picking up a frame that held a photo of you, him, Yuna, and Namjoon at their wedding. It was one of your first photos together as a couple.

“I know someone,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

When you mentioned having to look for a new place to the brunch crew, Yoongi swooped in to save the day because he had a friend who was a realtor, and they happened to have a vacant place ready for move-in.

“Are you sure we can afford this place?” he asked.

You chuckled at his hesitancy. “I got a good deal on it. Don’t worry.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and huffed. “Come on, let me show you around,” you said, holding your hand.

This place was enticing due to the enclosed balcony, nearby restaurants and shopping, plus the orangeade lavender skies at dusk pretty much sealed the deal for you.

You had set up the perfect little area for Bam, ensuring it would feel like home with cozy new toys and his favorite chews. He didn’t even make a fuss and walked straight into his crate, snuggling up in his soft blanket.

“Well, that was easy,” you tease, thinking it’d be harder for him to adjust. But maybe the jet lag took a toll on the big guy.

“I’m gonna shower. Wash the long day off of me,” Jungkook said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You uttered a soft ‘kay,’ letting him go on his way.

While he was singing away in the shower, enjoying the warm steam from the waterfall shower head, you were running around the bedroom to find the perfect outfit for bed. You didn’t know his plans, but you were ready to fuck him—every hour, every minute, every second for the next seven days. Anything was possible with Jeon Jungkook.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you had finally chosen your outfit. It was minimal and easily discardable. Jungkook opened the bathroom door, ruffling his damp hair with a white towel, beads of water falling onto his honey skin, trailing down the expanse of his broad chest toward that silver piece of jewelry still pierced into his nipple. It took a moment for him to realize you were ogling him.

Your eyes never left his as he walked to you, sitting so prettily on the bed in one of his oversized t-shirts with nothing but lacy panties underneath. Pointing your toes, you swiveled your feet in front of you, pretending to play dumb, your hands leaning back on the bed. “So…”

You feel the softness of the white towel hanging so fucking low on his slutty waist when he knocks into your knees, spreading your legs apart. Your desire grows when you feel the heat radiating off his leg—it pierces straight to your core.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes, letting out a small breath as you leaned into his touch. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, scanning your features, thinking how beautiful you are. “So—what should we do now?” he asked, lifting your chin so you could focus on him.

Your eyes flutter open, peering through your lashes at this drop-dead gorgeous man. With a small grin, you asked, “Mm, I don’t know. What should we do?” Your hands flew to the towel, tugging it so his waist was more visible. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his waist, hoping it would ease his mind, alluding to what you wanted–him.

Jungkook’s hands become entangled in your hair as you gently unravel the towel from his body and trail kisses toward his navel. His heart races, his skin tingling all over his body when your lips lead further to his growing erection.

Just as he thinks you’ll continue, you cease all contact, flashing a smirk as you look at him. “Weren’t you gonna show me what you were gonna put your mouth on?” you teased, licking your lips.

He grinned, leaning down, forcing you to lay on the bed, legs spread as he slotted between them. The warmth from his body radiated as he hovered, his hand gripping your waist and the other propping himself up. He couldn’t wait to explore you again, wondering if you were still ticklish when he kissed your shoulders or if he traced your lines, would your skin create goosebumps from his touch?

“Are you gonna show me or just stare at me all night?”

“Both,” he said, kissing your lips, then your cheek, trailing down the column of your neck. He slid his hand underneath the oversized shirt covering what he wanted, pushing it up to reveal the black lacy panties and your bare chest. You helped him by pulling the shirt over your head, exposing your naked body to his lust-filled eyes. Hands traveling across the expanse of your stomach to your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His tattooed hand kneads the soft mound, eyes never leaving you.

As he advances to the already wet mess between your legs, your body arches into him. You had been thinking about fucking him all day and even felt tempted to pull out your vibrator, but who fucking needs that when you have Jeon Jungkook to get the job done?

His eyes flickered up, and he wasn’t doing much to you, but he had missed hearing your sweet gasps and whimpers.

The anticipation of what he’s gonna do has you spiraling into a deep abyss, and you’d keep falling if he didn’t bring you back. His lips pressed kisses into your thighs, his hands spreading your legs wider to access that pretty pussy he’d missed so much. If he could, he’d spend hours exploring, teasing, and riling you up, but as much as you needed a release, so did he.

Jungkook spent too many sleepless nights thinking about you. How you’d wrap your legs around him, whine and moan as you rode him, his hands guiding you, spanking you, gripping each and every part of you.

“Kook,” you mewled, almost out of breath. He looked up and hummed. “Do you even remember what I like?” you teased him.

He chuckled. “Let me show you how well I remember.” His finger toyed with the lacy fabric, looping through, pulling it higher to see your pussy peeking through it. “Fuck—I can’t wait to taste this pussy again.” He was practically salivating. His cock is so fucking hard he swears he would come if his mouth touched your lips.

He kissed the spot just above your clit, making your body squirm beneath him. Moving your panties to the side, he spread your folds with his fingers. His wet, warm tongue lay flat, licking from your entrance to your clit. Gently, he sucked on the nub, switching between sucking and licking. Repeating this over and over. Every lick, every suck, every kiss dissolves pleasure into your body.

You could feel your arousal mixed with his saliva dripping down your ass and onto your sheets. You may have to change them out seven days a week if he keeps going like this. Your hands raked through his hair, tugging him closer into your pussy, wanting more of him.

Jungkook pulled away, making you groan at the loss. “Turn around, baby.” You do as he asked, flipping onto your stomach. He admires your backside, drooling at your arousal and his saliva glistening between your legs. His hands tug off the lacy panties, tossing them aside with no care in the world. Now your ass was on full display, ready for him to pounce on and devour like the starved man he is.

He crawls onto the bed, gingerly sitting on your legs. His hands knead and massage the soft flesh of your cheeks. He leans down, kissing your shoulders, making you shudder and whimper as he trails more kisses. His hand reaches underneath you to squeeze your breast, his other hand moving toward your entrance. Jungkook inserts his middle finger, causing a soft groan from you.

“You think you can handle one more?” he whispered into your ear, and you hum in agreement. When he inserts another finger, you muffle your moan into the bed. He moves your hair out of the way. “Mm—I need to hear you, baby.”

“Please,” you begged, trying to rut back onto his fingers. “Please, I need more.”

“I don’t remember you being so needy, baby,” Jungkook teased as he lay beside you. He wanted to watch you come undone because of him. His palm makes a sharp sound against your ass as his fingers curl harder and deeper into your pussy. He’s in knuckle deep, and you’re nothing but a moaning, whining mess. You squeezed your eyes tight, mouth slack, small gasps escaping every time his fingers fuck you harder.

Jungkook removes his fingers from your entrance, gliding back and forth along your slit, just teasing you, wanting you to fucking beg. But he wouldn’t be so mean—he just wanted to take his time with you. Letting every single sensation you had not felt in over a year just wash over you, send you into another plane, another dimension. He wanted your vision to fade to black, let this orgasm be earth-shattering, explosive, making you never forget only he could make you feel this way. No other person would ever come between you again. He’d die before he’d let someone else have you. You were his and his only. He wouldn’t make the mistake of not fighting for you again.

He crawled further toward your ass, pushing your cheeks together so he could slot his hefty dick in between. The sensation makes Jungkook release a guttural groan. He had no fucking idea why he was also teasing himself at this point. He needed to feel his cock being squeezed by your tight walls. Needed to feel like he couldn’t live another day without being inside you.

His leaking tip unexpectedly slips, brushing against your entrance as he’s gliding. The two of you whine in unison at the softest touch. You just want to beg and plead, asking him to fuck you already, but knowing him, he’d tease you even more, prolonging what you really wanted. You’d just have to play along and let him do what he wants—you preferred it anyway.

Jungkook’s tattooed hand guides your waist to shift your position onto your back again. He couldn’t not look at you. Wanted to see you writhe, squirm, fall apart. His fingers are like a magnet, going straight to your pussy. Not one, two, but three fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out, getting you ready for him. You almost think you can’t take it anymore. It’s been too long since you’ve felt him inside you.

He hovers over you again, marking your neck, his free hand fondling your tit, thumb circling your pebbled nipple. All your senses go into overload when he envelopes your other nipple, licking and lapping like there’s no tomorrow. He trails kisses down your center, navel, then to your clit, sucking on it. Switching between circling and making figure 8s, all the while finger fucking you. He looks up, and you’re a mess, just like his saliva dripping down his chin and down to your ass. It’s a lewd show of how much he’s missed your pussy, like it was designed specifically for him.

You clench around his fingers, everything becoming too much for you. Your hands are balling up the sheets as he elicits moan after moan. Lifting your hips off the bed, you rut forward into his hungry mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook pulls away and smiles. “I know, baby.” He always knows when you’re close. He could never forget.

Your moan grows louder and louder as he intensifies his speed. The fire pooling in your belly is ready to snap. He had been teasing you for too long, and you couldn’t take it anymore. A surge of waves ripple through your body. You’re quivering, knees shaking, closing in on Jungkook’s head, but he just goes deeper, not stopping. Your pussy is pulsing as he continues to overstimulate you.

You gently push him away, and he tries to go back in. “You thought I was done?” You whine and pout, closing your legs, trying to close off access to you. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling you toward him. “Just one more baby, you can do it.”

You’re still trying to settle yourself from the first orgasm. You don't know if you can handle another, but you don’t deny him. You’ll just be a crumbling mess throughout the rest of the night.

Jungkook pushes your legs up and buries his head between them again. Your body jolts at the first touch of his lips on your swollen clit. He laps between your folds, and you guide his hand toward your hole, to his surprise. You look down, and his doe eyes are wide, silently asking are you sure? You nod and smile—you know he’s wanted to for the longest time. Reaching the bedside table, you open the drawer handing him a bottle of lube.

He looks between your legs; this is everything he’s wanted. He would live here if he could, set up camp, and never leave. He squeezes a small amount onto his fingers, spreading the lube around your hole. Jungkook’s thumb is pressed lightly onto your hole, causing you to mewl. And as much as he’s wanted this and even dreamt too often about it, maybe he just liked the thought of playing with your hole.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when he stopped. You didn’t think you’d enjoy anything related to anal play, but here you were, relishing in the new sensation. It was definitely something you’d want to explore further with him.

“I, uh, you caught me off guard,” he responds.

You chuckled, never thought you could surprise Jeon Jungkook. “You don’t have to put your finger in, but I like having your thumb against it.”

“You do?”

You hummed. “It feels really good. You can just keep doing that. We can try butt stuff another time after we’ve talked about it more.” There was a look of relief on Jungkook’s face. It was good to know you could still find ways to surprise him.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed.

You shake your head. “Don’t be sorry, boyfie. Come on, I thought you said you weren’t done with me.”

Jungkook grinned, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He dives back in, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He kissed your clit, and then like you wanted, he put his thumb on your hole, causing you to gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the lightest pressure against it. Your heart pounds obscenely in your chest. Your hands card through his hair, becoming entangled, pushing him further into your pussy.

His warm, wet tongue ravishes this delicacy he’s been missing for over a year. His nose nuzzled into your clit as his tongue delved into your entrance. The combination of his mouth, tongue, nose, and thumb is sending shockwaves to the rest of your body. Your legs are shaking, becoming weaker minute by minute as he continues. You’re intoxicated, dizzy by his devotion to making you collapse.

Jungkook groans against your pussy when he feels your walls contracting. You bite back a moan, knowing you’re close to reaching your peak. You set your legs down when he pulls away, inserting two fingers into your pussy. Saliva is running down his chin, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He has a smug smile on his face as he makes eye contact with you. You’re so delectable. He could spend hours just like this.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he questions while working his way up to you. He’s still knuckling deep in your cunt, wet sounds filling the room. He hovers, leaning down to kiss you. You can taste and smell yourself on him, which pushes you over the edge.

He places his forehead against yours, eyes still open, watching as your hand travels to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles to speed along the process. Second orgasms always took a lot longer for you to reach.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, mouth latched onto your neck, licking and sucking subtle marks. It’s to show the rest of the world you’re his. All the while, your pussy is swallowing his fingers. You’re on the brink of losing all dignity, all composure. The fire in your belly finds its release as your walls spasm and contract around his fingers. Your legs are trembling and quaking beneath Jungkook, an overwhelming sensation floods from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You’re seeing galaxies overtaking your existence as you finish.

As the pleasure subsides, you try to catch your breath. Jesus Christ, you haven’t even had his dick in you yet, and you’re already wiped out.

Looking over, Jungkook is lying beside you, very pleased with himself for making you come twice already. He turns to you, “Condom?”

You shook your head. “Want you raw.”

Jungkook raised his brow. “Baby,” he trailed off. Of course, considering your last scare and health issues, he wanted to feel all of you. He didn’t want to take any risks because the two of you were horny.

He gazed into your eyes. “Condom,” he said firmly. You groaned and pouted, reaching back into the side table drawer for the box of condoms. He couldn’t help but giggle. He had surely missed your eagerness to tempt him otherwise.

You didn’t think you’d find yourself back with Jungkook. You thought destiny had different plans, but everything that happened last year led you back to him. The two of you were different now—more grown up, actually talking and communicating like adults. Telling each other your wants and needs, and you really need him right now.

You’re watching his every move as he rips off the foil, his biceps flexing while rolling the condom on. “Boyfie, what’s taking so long?”

Jungkook smirks, making his way on all four towards you. He props his arms, hovering over you. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, how much he’s missed your touch, your body, the beautiful sounds you make because of him.

He brings his erect cock to your entrance, brushing against your pussy, making you whimper. He slides up and down between your folds, your arousal coating him generously. He watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth slack, soft whines escaping your sweet mouth. He holds his length, slapping it against your sensitive bud.

“Kook, please,” you plead, opening your eyes. You’ve waited long enough.

He places himself in front of your entrance. Your pussy is soaked and slick, ready to go. He gently pushes in the tip, barely scratching your walls, and he pulls out, repeating this torture until you’re squirming, writhing, pulling the sheets. You have to bite your bottom lip to not let out a sob.

Jungkook leaned down. “Wanna hear you beg for it,” he whispered into your ear before biting on your earlobe. His tip is positioned at your sex, ready to penetrate, but not before he has you whining, pleading, imploring for his dick.

You cupped his face, gazing into those starry doe eyes, pulling him down for a kiss. You don’t feel like begging again. Instead, you’d rather make him melt. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

As much as he was so fucking horny at this moment. Those three words would completely destroy him in his most vulnerable state.

“I love you too,” he repeats your words.

He decided enough was enough, and there was nothing else to do but actually fuck you. He watches your face overtaken by pleasure as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch.

Fuck—you forgot how fucking big he was and how full he made you feel. Jungkook thrusts slowly, looking down as his dick disappears into your soaked cunt. He takes your tit in your mouth again, licking and flicking. Then he props himself onto his knees, shifting you forward, raising your legs to rest on his shoulders so he could penetrate deeper. Your tits shimmy in sync with his thrusts.

Jungkook bites down on his lip. “God, I missed this. Missed you—this pussy—always so fucking tight for me.” He continued rutting into you persistently before he halted.

Your head pops up, your arms propped on the bed. “Is everything okay?” Maybe he hadn’t fucked in so long. You were wearing him out.

He smiled. “Yeah—I just—I’m enjoying this a little too much. I don’t wanna come yet.” He leaned to kiss you.

“Can I be on top?”

He showed off a bunny smile. Low-key, he loves it when you’re on top. “Be my guest.”

He sets your legs down on the bed, and he happily lays against the headboard, his cock softening just a bit. You straddle his legs, hands reaching for his cock, stroking to make him erect. You eased yourself onto him, the stretch filling you up. You began rolling your hips in a fluid motion, slowly and provocatively. You could feel sweat developing behind your knees and on the nape of your neck, but at this point, you didn’t care; you’d fuck him all night if you needed to.

Jungkook props himself up, eyes filled with lust as he watches you riding him. You hold onto his shoulders for leverage, throwing your head back. You continue rolling your hips back and forth, letting every inch of his dick leave your pussy, only to put right back in. He grabs your waist, putting more pressure between you.

“Fuck—that’s good, baby, just like that,” he encouraged as he bit down on his lip, eyes focused on your pussy swallowing his cock. His tattooed hand spanks your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the room and the lewd sounds of hips snapping against each other.

You flashed a smile as your head was lolled back, and he repeated it again. Another hard spank. Your tits are in his full view, and he can’t help but reach for it, pinching the hardened nub. Leaning forward, your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and marking him. His arms wrapped around you as he began to thrust from underneath, his dick almost slipping out from the lust-filled frenzy of his movements.

You’re flush against him, chest to chest, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he rams hastily from below. Your gasps and moans encourage him to reach for his climax.

God, he fucking wishes he could have you raw, but you guys would have to discuss that at a different time. All he wanted at this moment was to find his sweet release.

His hands are gripped tightly onto the soft flesh of your cheeks, making you stroke his dick back and forth. His teeth are digging into his bottom lips, ready to bleed at this point.

“Come for me, Kook,” you urged.

His cheeks are burning, his heart racing beneath you. The muscles in his abdomen tighten, heat spreading under his skin. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into the condom. His chest is heaving. His breath is shattered as he lets out a whispered, fuck.

The two of you smile like complete idiots when you hold yourself up to look at him. You pull yourself off to lay beside him.

He turns to you. “Wanna go again?”

You playfully smack him across the chest. “Don’t you dare come near me.”

“Aw, come on, one more time for me.”

You shook your head. “I swear to God, Jeon Jungkook—you really will be the death of me.”

The night before felt like a fever dream. Your body aches everywhere, even in places you didn’t know existed. But you loved the familiar weight of Jungkook’s tattooed arm draped over you. You definitely didn’t mind that.

You flip over to see the big sleeping baby. His light snores and whistling are music to your ears. His wavy, disheveled hair asks you to run your hands through it. The little freckles on his cheek are like a constellation guide, waiting for your fingers to trace and place kisses.

You lean in, kissing his nose, and he doesn’t budge. You do it again, this time lightly biting it too. He grumbles, removing his arm to tuck under the pillow.

Shifting closer, you wanted to wake him up. “Boyfie,” you whisper, inching forward. With his eyes closed, he hums. “Are you up?” He doesn’t respond and hums again.

Jungkook opted to sleep shirtless and pantless, sporting only his black CK underwear underneath the sheets. Your thumb grazes the silver jewelry pierced into his nipple. No sign of life. Then your hand travels down further, palming his soft dick.

“Boyfie,” you say again, your palm pressing harder, cupping his growing erection. “I know you’re up.”

“Mm, not awake. Still sleeping,” he mumbles into the pillow, trying to hide his smile. “Keep going, though. I won’t stop you. Please wake me up.”

You chuckled softly. “We have to get up and get ready. We’re hanging out with Yuna and Namjoon today.”

Jungkook finally opened his sleepy eyes. “But I am up,” he joked, alluding to the erection poking you.

“You’re such a boy.”

“And? I wouldn’t mind a little wake-me-up,” he said, drawing you near him.

“Nuh-uh. They’ll be here in a bit, wondering why we aren’t answering the door!”

“So? They can wait.” Jungkook kisses your shoulder, trailing down your arm.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” you protest, pushing him away, slipping from his grasp, making him pout. “We have forever to keep fucking each other.”

“Forever?” He perked up, but you already closed the door to the bathroom.

Having everyone together again felt right. With Jungkook by your side and your best friend across from you, you couldn’t forget Namjoon. He was always the level-headed one, encouraging you when needed.

You half-expected baby Indie to meet her bestie, Bamie, but Yuna left her with her grandmother. So, it was just the four of you, just like old times.

“So, how’s everything?” Yuna asked as she closed the cabinet door storing plates and bowls.

You cleared your throat. “It’s great. We’re all just getting settled and adjusting to living together.” The two of you hadn’t even had 24 hours together in this new place yet. It was hard to really gauge how you and Jungkook were feeling.

Yuna hums. It’s the same tone you recognize when she has something else to say but doesn’t want to risk hurting your feelings.

You sighed. “It’s so easy to tell when you have something on your mind. Just say it, Yuna.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Fine—keep it to yourself. Let it stew all day until you’re ready to burst. I just hope I’m not there for that,” you stated, taking the bowls from her grasp.

She groaned, quickly looking at the guys on the couch with a beer before turning to face you. “Okay, okay. I’m obviously happy that my brother’s back and that you’re together again…”

“But?”

“I just—I love you, and I love my brother, and I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt again,” she finally confessed.

You hold your arms out for a hug, and she slowly walks into your embrace. You squeeze her before she pulls away. “I know. Jungkook and I talked a lot, and I don’t think we will give up so easily. He’s my person, and I will choose him every day, even when it’s hard and I just want to give up. I love him, Yuna, and I’ll continue choosing him until the day I die.”

Yuna’s lips thinned. She was caught in the middle, and seeing both sides almost tore her apart. There wasn’t much she could do but support the both of you as best as she could.

You hug her again. “Don’t worry so much, babe. We’ll be okay. We’re taking it one day at a time. That’s all we can really do right now.”

“It’s good to have you back, man,” Namjoon says, clinking his beer can against Jungkook’s.

“It’s good to be back. I really missed you guys.” He looks back at you and Yuna, hugging and whispering away.

“You getting all settled in?”

“Yeah, we are.” Jungkook scratches Bam’s ears, and he looks up at him with his big doe eyes.

Namjoon looks at the two of you over his shoulder before leaning toward Jungkook. “So, uh, are you guys doing okay?” Jungkook’s eyebrows stitch together in confusion, and he nods. Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief. “I love you guys, but damn, I felt like I went through this rollercoaster of a relationship too. It was pretty brutal.”

Jungkook laughed, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hyung, we made it out alive on the other side. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

“You, uh, still thinking about your ‘future’?” Namjoon asked, alluding to their conversation when he and Yuna had their housewarming party.

He smiled and nodded. The only dream he had was a future with you, and he was ready to spend the rest of his days getting to know you again, experiencing new things with you, finding new ways to love you, surprise you, excite you.

After Yuna and Namjoon leave, you and Jungkook relax on the couch with Bam, discussing the married couple.

“Were they acting weird, or was it just me?” Jungkook asked, hooking his arm around your neck and kissing your temple.

You chuckled. “No, they were definitely acting weird. But I get it, though. They’re just looking out for us.”

Jungkook hums. “Do you have any other skeletons in your closet I should know about?” he asked half-jokingly.

Well, there was one thing you hadn’t told him about—your mom. And you can tell that your silence makes him worried. “Erm,” you pulled away to face him. “Just one.” Jungkook intently listens. “You know all that stuff with my mom that happened when we were dating?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, we argued, but then I discovered she’s really not my mom. My dad had an affair early on in their marriage, and then my birth mom died, leaving me with my dad.” A weight was lifted off your shoulder when you expressed what you had been carrying for a long time.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he gives you a side hug. “What?” He couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now,” you said, pulling away and giving him a small smile. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt because a part of it did. You understood that you would never have the kind of relationship with your mother you envisioned. “And, um, do you remember when Yuna was in the hospital, and I asked you to hold me while we were, you know—on a—yeah.”

He hummed. “Don’t remind me,” he lets out a soft chuckle.

“My mom was also in the hospital, and I apologized for my dad cheating on her and that she had to raise me. And I also told her that even though she never saw me as hers, she’ll always be my mom even if she doesn’t want to be a part of my life.”

Jungkook sighed. “Baby, I’m so sorry that you went through that. Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was going through a lot then, and I was pretty insecure about our relationship, all my health stuff, and mom stuff. It was a lot, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He lays on your lap, hugging your waist as he looks up at you. “Promise you won’t keep things from me. No matter how hard it is for you to tell me. Just—let’s just be open with one another, okay?”

You hummed in agreement. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“And what about you, huh? Any other psycho ex-girlfriends I should know about?” you said flatly.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head. “No more psycho ex-girlfriends, but there is a psycho ex-boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “Kidding!”

Your first full day with Jungkook and Bam was perfect. You lounged around, unpacked, played with Bam, ate, fucked again, and just like that—nighttime came.

You lay facing Jungkook, finding it difficult to believe he was in front of you. “Pinch me,” you say, and Jungkook pinches your nipple. “Ow–don’t pinch me there,” you scowl, rubbing your pebbled nipple.

“You didn’t tell me where to pinch you,” he retorts.

You rolled your eyes. “Fair–”

“Why do I need to pinch you?”

You tuck your hands underneath your cheek. “Because I don’t want this to be a dream.”

Jungkook flashes a small smile, moving a stray hair out of the way. “You’re not dreaming, baby. I promise.”

“But what if I am? And there’s not a strong enough kick to wake me up? What if my totem never falls, and I really am dreaming all of this?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you referring to Inception right now?” He laughs, and you push him away.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook.”

His smile falters, and he’s in serious mode now. He shifts closer, draping his arm over you, holding the small of your back. “I know what you mean. We’ve been through a lot, and if you look at where we’ve been and where we are now, it’s pretty remarkable that we survived through it all. But trust me, baby, this–us–it’s real.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just in my head,” you say, resting your hand on his cheek and kissing his lips. “You’re here. Bamie’s here. I’m here,” you chuckle. What else did you really need?

Jungkook gazes into your eyes, ensuring you’re okay. He snuggles in closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Boyfie?” He hums. “Where do you see us in five years?”

If there was one thing you really did want, you needed to talk to him about it first.

“Five years is a long time from now.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just want us to be on the same page. I don’t want us heading in different directions, hoping we can read each other’s mind or something,” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles, finding you so fucking cute. He withdraws from the embrace, looking at you. “This is what I want to say: I want to focus on the present and worry about the future later. But you want to hear this: I see us getting married, and maybe Bamie has a friend he can play with.”

He didn’t mention the one thing that you were thinking of. You assumed he was avoiding the elephant in the room. “What about kids?”

He takes a deep breath. “Well, I know we have some difficult circumstances with that, but I’d be okay if we didn’t have any. Why? What are you thinking?”

Ever since you got back from LA, you have been doing a lot of research for fertility treatments, along with speaking to your doctor. And who knows, with the ways technology has advanced these days, there could be a possibility of kids in the future. You understood that the road ahead would be tough, but you knew that with Jungkook by yourself, you could weather through anything.

“I, um, I’ve been thinking about starting fertility treatments. I know it’s not a given, and I don’t want to put too much hope into it because who knows if we can even get pregnant,” you stopped because it sounded ridiculous when spoken aloud. “Ugh—it’s dumb and wishful thinking, isn’t it—”

Jungkook holds a finger to your mouth, shushing you. “Baby, if you want this, then I want it too. I’ll do whatever I can to support you. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

You smile. “Thanks, that means a lot, and I know I’m just overthinking again.”

“We’re doing this together, remember?”

“Together,” you lean over to kiss him. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jungkook had this hold on the thing in your chest, and you wouldn’t wanna settle for anyone less. He really had become your place of comfort, ease, and stillness. It felt so easy to slip back into your old routine. You could do this every hour, every minute, every second, seven days a week. Night after night, you just wanted to love him, right.

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