: Dont Cut Your Hair Anymore.

💜: Don’t cut your hair anymore.

🐨: it’s okay, there’s not more hair to cut actually.

NAMJOOON STOPPP PLEASEEEEEE

Way Back Home | jjk | Part Five

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, some angst, fluffy, areum?

word count: 8.2k

authors note: you asked, you shall receive.

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It was early morning when Jungkook woke up. The sun hadn't even risen when his alarm started blaring into his ears. He reluctantly got up, quickly turning off the alarm before the person beside him on the bed woke up. 

He had a meeting in Busan before lunch so he knew he had to get going so he could prepare. He made his way to the bathroom to get ready. Quickly freshening up before making his way to his walk-in closet. He chose to pack one of his fancier suits for today since he’s trying to impress the CEO of another company, hopefully for joining in a collaboration. After he put on his suit in his bag, he chose to use the new dress shoes that Areum bought for him when she came back.

He went into the guest room where he keeps his extra clothes that he used back when he was in college. In the process of taking out the box from the top shelf, he accidentally knocked over another box that only he would be able to recognize. 

He watched as the contents scattered all over the floor. His heart dropped at the sight. 

It was the box of the things you either left with him or gave him during the years you were together. It was filled with all your memories, the memories he’s cherished for years.

Placing the box of shoes on the floor, he picked up the fallen items from the ground.

You coming back into his life was probably one of the biggest kicks to the gut. He never thought he’d ever see you again. But seeing your beautiful face after all these years, he’s never felt more at ease to be near you than he did. It’s been six years and you still have the same effect on him as you did before.

The day you left Jungkook was probably one of the most heart stopping days of his life. He remembers his entire body filling up with panic the second you hung up the phone. He didn’t even think before booking the earliest flight back to Seoul just so he can get to you.

The way you broke up with him was out of nowhere. You always reassured him that you understood his situation and how important his job was to him, despite the guilt he has for leaving you alone for long periods of time. 

But clearly there was something more to the story or you just lied to him about how you felt.

Which broke his heart.

He remembers heading straight to your dorm the second he landed. Your roommate opened the door instead of you, but even she didn’t know where you were.

He was restless trying to find you. He tried asking around, even asking Jimin and even Taehyung if they knew where you were. But nobody knew. You didn’t attend your classes, you were nowhere on campus, even in areas that he knew you would be.

He searched for you days on end, but it was like you disappeared off the face of the earth.

As he stared at the old polaroid of the two of you smiling under the sunset when you and your friends all went to the beach, he could see all the love the two of you shared just by this photo.

If you stayed, what would’ve happened? Would you guys still be just as happy and in love? Maybe more especially with the addition of his two beautiful children? 

There’s so many unanswered questions. 

But answers he won’t be getting. He’s an engaged man. 

Areum wasn’t an easy person to connect with. He met her a year after you disappeared from his life. She was the one who chose to pursue him. But after the scar you left on him, it was difficult to move on. He never trusted anyone, never loved the same.

But Aruem was patient. He slowly got to know her, he enjoyed her company. It was easy. But not the same, he knew his heart belonged with someone else. And she did too. He told her many times. But she was okay with it.

He proposed to her simply because it was something she wanted. His father wanted it, so did she. So he did it. 

Compared to you, his father adored Areum. She came from an influential family, an old partner of his father, she is a model and they looked good together.

He tried in the relationship, he didn’t half ass anything. 

But his heart was just not in it. He couldn’t even bring himself to set a date for the wedding.

And when you came back, with the news of the kids. It seems like the life he had before you reentered the picture completely vanished from his thoughts. It was like the life he wanted was here, but he forgot about the life he already has. 

Taehyung and Jimin have been trying to urge him to tell you about Areum. And he’s tried, but he couldn’t bear the thought of something getting in the way of the bliss he was having. Call it selfish, but everything he’s wanted all these years was back in his life.

Did he love Areum? He was slowly opening his heart to her, thinking you’d never come back. But the second you came back into his life, it was like he was back at square one.

He’s warned her that he’s scarred from a love from the past, but she was determined to keep him to her. Maybe he wanted to feel the same thing he felt with you again, but it wasn’t the same. 

He once considered you the love of his life. 

He doesn't want to imagine what he’s considered you to be in his life now if he really thought about it.

When you left, he waited to see your face again. A week went by, then a month, then a year, then two, then three…He didn’t think you’d come back. He thought he had no choice but to move on. 

Seeing the way your face fell after Areum introduced herself to you, it was something that was permanently engraved into his mind.

But it wasn’t something to get into right now. He was going on a business trip to Busan with you coming along. There’s more on his mind than this. Especially with everything that happened in the last few days between the two of you. 

“I’m Song Areum, Jungkook’s fiance”

You felt your heart break at the sound of her words in your ears. You never thought you’d ever hear those words, but who are you kidding. Jungkook was a young rich and handsome CEO, of course other people would try to get along with him.

But part of you thought that maybe, just maybe he’s waiting for you. A selfish part of you. But you left him, with no words and no choice but to move on.

You felt your throat tighten, fighting back the tears that threatened to arise. You looked at your brother who gave you a sympathetic look. You couldn’t look at Jungkook’s face. You mentally scold yourself, you’re the mother of his children. His ex. You’re nothing more than that. And you hate how you forget that. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Jeon, Ms. Song, we have some work to complete so if you’ll excuse us.” You said, politely bowing. You saw Jimin and Taehyung reflecting your moves as you all made your way out the door. 

Once the large pieces of wood finally closed behind you, you let out a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked. You shook your head, tears clouding your vision. You looked at Taehyung with a sad expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Taehyung-ah?” You asked him, brokenly. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You allowed a few tears to fall but you wouldn’t break, not now. Not when they can walk out at any time.

“I knew how you felt and you were already broken enough from what you did. How could I hurt you more?” He asked. “And it’s not something for me to tell you, it was his.” Nodding your head, you break apart from him and wipe the tears from your eyes.

You look at Jimin and Taehyung with a fake smile. “I’m alright, it was inevitable. Let’s just get to work, hm?” You didn’t wait for their response and went back to your office. You needed to be alone. And it was all you could do not to break down and cry in front of them, especially at work. 

Jungkook luckily didn’t visit you at all the rest of the day. He got Soo-ah to deliver some of the files but he’s never bothered you. Maybe it was for him or for you, but to be honest you were thankful. You didn’t know what you’d say to him if you saw him right after finding all that out.

Areum left not long after you went into your office. It was a short visit, but you tried not to pry into it. Or else you’d start crying and you didn’t want to do that right now.

It wasn’t until the end of the work day when Jungkook knocked on your office door. He opened the door after granting him access, and you see how messy he looks. Shirt ruffled, hair a mess from running his fingers through it, tie loosened. 

Looks like he wasn't having a good day either. He walked into your office and sat on the chair in front of your desk. It was silent between the two of you, the two of you not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about Areum” He said, finally breaking the tense atmosphere. You sucked in a breath and shook your head.

“Jungkook-ah, it’s okay. I get it.” You told him sincerely. And you did, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“It’s been six years and a lot of things have changed. You don’t owe me anything.” You told him with a kind look in your eyes. Jungkook’s face softened.

“You’re still one of the most important people in my life and I wouldn’t want to hide anything from you. Especially since we’re both raising the kids together.” He said. “I wouldn’t want it to affect the dynamic I have with you or the kids”

You immediately shook your head. “Never. The kids adore you. We’re okay, don’t worry. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.” You told him. He looked awkward after your last sentence, but it was so quick that you almost missed it. Almost. 

“But I only have one request.” You told him with a serious look. Jungkook looked you in the eyes, putting his full attention onto you.

“When it comes to the twins, would it be okay if you’re the only one around the kids? It’s not like I wouldn’t want them to meet Areum, it’s just they’re still getting to know you and I wouldn’t want to confuse them with another new face. And I'm scared they’ll start calling her mommy instead of me and–” You started to ramble. Jungkook let out a soft laugh at your panic and gave you a smile.

“Y/N-ah, I wasn’t planning on introducing her just yet. I like how it’s only the four of us. Eventually, she’ll meet them, but not now.” He told you. “And they'll never call anyone other than you their mother. Those kids love you too much to see you any different than that.” 

You gave him a teasing smile. 

“You like it when it’s only the four of us?” You asked him with a raised brow. “What about Taehyung?” 

He snorted and rolled his eyes. “It’s our family, Y/N-ah. He just so happens to tag along”

You felt your heart spike in your chest at his words. You will yourself to calm down, knowing that he doesn’t mean it in that way. But that thought puts a smile on your face.

“Huh, we are a family huh?” You ask him. He nods his head. 

“Whatever is between me and Areum is different from what you are to me, Y/N-ah. Please don’t forget that.” He told you. You nod your head and get up. 

You look at the time and notice that it’s almost time to pick up the kids. 

“Wanna go see the two dumplings?” You ask him, excited to be reunited with your babies. He lets out a laugh and stands. 

He takes out his car keys and holds it in front of your faces. “Let’s go?” 

The two of you headed down to his car to pick up the kids from daycare. You’re quite glad you and Jungkook have talked it out. As much as it sucks that he’s engaged to another woman, it does make you feel reassured that it won’t affect his relationship with you and the kids.

You love Jungkook with all your heart, and you know for a fact that it won’t stop. But you know you won’t stop him from moving on with his life. It hurts to know that things will change a little, but you finally know where you stand. 

And you’ll make your peace with it.

Your main priority is the kids. You have your brother, your mom, your best friend. And now you have Jungkook back in your life. 

As the two of you silently sit in the car as Jungkook drives to the daycare building, you know it’ll be alright. You’ll heal eventually.

Jungkook holds your heart, and you’ll be there for him even if it isn’t the way you want. Maybe in another life, but not now.

In the end, you’re not only Jungkook’s ex-girlfriend. You’re also the mother of his children. 

You looked at the man beside you and felt your eyes prick with tears. It hurts, but you’ll be okay.

As Jungkook parks in the front of the building, you immediately get out with him trailing behind you. You walk in and immediately see your two kids playing building blocks with another little boy. 

“Jiyeon-ah, Jayeon-ah, look who’s here!” Jooyoung, a worker at the daycare says. You see your two kids turn around at the sound of their names and a beaming smile breaks across their faces at the sight of you and Jungkook waiting for them. 

“Eomma!” 

“Cookie!” 

The two kids immediately run into both of your open arms. They both started rambling about their days as you all walked out of the daycare centre. You both listen carefully and respond at appropriate times as you and Jungkook buckle the kids in their car seats. 

You and Jungkook give each other knowing looks as the kids continue to speak.

Yeah, you know you’ll be okay.

You were making some food for dinner as Jungkook played with the kids in their room. You were on the phone with Miyeon as you cooked dinner. You marinated some beef for some bulgogi last night so you cooked that while you prepared the veggies. 

He has been spending dinner with you guys after work almost every day and if he doesn’t he lets you know beforehand. You thought he’d go home since his fiance would be waiting for him but he told you that she’s busy at a shoot so she won’t be home until much later. Jungkook loved your cooking when you guys were in college so you of course thought about what he liked.

You shouldn’t but you can’t help it. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” She asks. You let out a sigh.

“I don’t have any other choice but to be, Miyeon-ah. He’s their father so I have to be okay with it.” You told her truthfully. It’s hard, don’t underestimate that but what else can you do? It’s not like you can beg him to break up with her. The two of you are still figuring things out. It wouldn’t be fair.

“So what, you guys are just going to co-parent and that’s it?” She asks. 

“No it’s two friends, raising two kids together.” You told her, not even believing your own words. She snorts on the other end of the line.

“We both know that you two were never just friends” 

You know she’s right but you can’t get into that right now. As you finished cooking, you and Miyeon talked for a little more before you got off the phone. You finally finished dinner.

You heard as the three of them laughed in the room as you fixed the table. Making your way to the room to call them out for dinner. You hear Jungkook and Jayeon making sound effects as they play with Jayeon’s action figures while Jiyeon’s barbies lay on the floor as she giggled at the sight of them trying to save her dolls. 

“Pffffftshoooo” Jayeon says as he hits one of the toy action villains. Jungkook laughs and goes along with what he says. He’s still in his work clothes, the only thing that’s missing is his blazer and his tie. But he’s more at ease now.

“Oh no, Jayeon-ah! The lizard is coming!” Jiyeon says, bringing over the toy lizard from the Amazing Spider-man in front of him. 

You look at them with fond eyes, this is what you want to see everyday.

“Ahem, you three.” You said, crossing your arms as you playfully gave them a scolding look. “Come on, let’s eat dinner or else I’ll will call the real life Lizard to take away your toys”

Jayeon and Jiyeon squeal with big smiles as they make their way out of the room to head to the dinner table. Jungkook smiles at the domesticity behind all of this. It’s what he’s always wanted with you and it’s so surreal that he gets to live like this. There's so much that the two of you have to figure out and it’ll take a while before you do. 

But as of right now, he’s satisfied. Eating dinner with you and his two kids. The center of his world right in front of his eyes.

The four of you talk and converse about different topics that the kids bring up, entertaining their imagination as the four of you eat together. You felt so at ease. 

As you and Jungkook washed the dishes together, while the kids watched some educational T.V, you felt extremely happy at this moment. 

“Hey Y/N-ah.” Jungkook says, as he soaped the plate. You look at him giving him a sound of acknowledgement, grabbing the dish from his hand as you rinsed it off. 

“Would it be okay if I take the kids out on my own for a few hours sometime soon? It won’t be for long and I’ll be sure to bring them home early and—” Jungkook starts. You let out a giggle. You dry one of your hands on your shirt and place it on his shoulder.

“Of course I’m fine with it, you’re their father, you can do whatever you want with them.” You said. He gives you a bright smile before nodding his head. 

As the two of you clean up, you turn back to the kids who you can tell are starting to get sleepy. 

“My little beans, are you tired?” You ask them as you approach. They nod their heads in unison. 

“Alright, time for bed” You told them. They groan in protest before getting up and making their way into their room. Looking back at Jungkook you urged him to join you as the two of you helped the kids get ready for bed. 

“Cookie, can you read us a story?” Jiyeon asks as the two of your kids get settled into their beds. Jungkook smiles before picking up the nearest book and reading the book aloud. Even making voices to indicate different characters. You felt your heart tighten at the sight. 

As the two kids started to fall asleep, you and Jungkook placed kisses on both of their heads as they silently slept. 

You both quietly make your way out of the room. “Do you think they’ll figure it out soon?” He asks. You nod your head. 

“They can feel it, Jungkook-ah, don’t worry.” You reassure him. He nods as he bids you goodbye. 

Six years have been quite a long time but everything with Jungkook feels the same but different at the same time. You guys aren’t that young naive 22 year olds anymore. The two of you have grown up and as much as things were rough in the beginning, you know it’ll work out eventually.

“Hey! You’re here early” You said with a smile as you opened the door, revealing Jungkook. It was currently 1:00 p.m.He was wearing an oversized dark grey shirt and baggy ripped jeans. The years have done nothing but made him even more attractive. 

He’s taking the kids out today while you have to go into the office to fix something for his trip to Busan. He asked you if you could accompany him and of course you had to agree. Even though he’s the father of your children, he’s still your boss. 

So you asked Taehyung and Miyeon to take care of the kids for a few days while you and Jungkook are away. 

But you have to head into the office to figure some things out for the trip and fix his scheduling for the next few days.

“Yeah, I wanted to come a little earlier so you can do your tasks without having to worry about them for too long.” You smiled at his consideration before inviting him in. The kids were nowhere to be seen so he assumed they were getting ready to spend the day with him as you fixed your hair to head into the office. 

“Do you want me to drive you?” He asks. You shook your head. 

“Taehyung said he has to get some things done so he said he’ll just bring me along with him.” He nods. Suddenly the twins' door opened to reveal Jiyeon running out with a hair tie in her hands.

“Eomma, can you braid my hair please?” She asks with a pout. You giggle, trying to hurry up and finish your hair so you can help her, but Jungkook beats you to it.

“I can do it, Jiyeon-ah” He said with a smile. Jiyeon’s face broke out into a smile.

“Really? Okay!” 

You forgot Jungkook learned how to braid hair so he can do it for you when you guys were in college. It was once of the sweetest things he learned and he was actually really good at it.

You watched as he precisely french braided her hair, not even hurting her in the process, that’s how good at it he is. 

You smiled at the sight and made your way into the kids room to see Jayeon sitting on a basketball as he read a book. 

“You ready, bug?” You ask him. He nods his head and stands up. He looks at the ball longingly as the two of you walk out of the room. 

“Cookie!” He says, running towards Jungkook giving him a hug just as he finishes with Jiyeon’s hair.

“Wahhh, Jiyeon-ah! You look like a mermaid!” Jayeon says. She smiles and looks into the mirror in the hallway.

“Woah! Thank you so much, Cookie!” She says. You and Jungkook giggle at the sight of the kids. You pick up your bag and give Jungkook a backpack of things for the kids while they're out. The four of you make your way out of your apartment.

You help Jungkook buckle the kids into his car. “Be safe, okay?” He says to you. You raise your brows at him.

“Shouldn’t I say that to you?” You ask him. He smirked as he looked at you. You felt your knees buckle a little bit at the sight of this attractive ass man. 

“You know I will be” He told you, looking directly into your eyes. You nod your head and look away, hopefully to hide your blush. You suddenly see Taehyung’s car pull up a few meters away from you. 

“Oh he’s here! I’ll see you guys later!” You said, giving the kids kisses on the head. You look at Jungkook, not sure how to say goodbye so you opt for a small wave before making your way over to your brother's car.

As Taehyung drives away, you see a weird smile on his face. “What?” You ask him as you look at him.

He shrugs. “What?” You ask again, rolling your eyes at his nonchalant behaviour. 

“Nothing, you’re just so awkward with him.” He tells you, with a teasing smile. You hit his shoulder. 

“Shut up” You say, turning away with a huff.

“What? You literally have a kid with him, you can hug him, you know?” He says. You ignored his statement as you looked at the scenery while he drove to your office. 

Jungkook was holding the hands of his two kids as they made their way to the park. He places a blanket on the ground, along with the bag as they all settle together on the grass. He wanted today to be simple, getting to know the kids without their mom around. As much as he likes you around them, he wants to build a connection with them on his own too. 

It’s been good so far, he ate at a diner with the kids and they seem to be having a good time. They're constantly having a conversation with him and showing him new things that peak their interest. 

“Cookie, can we play?” Jiyeon asks. He hesitantly looks at Jayeon. He knows he’s been doing quite well with his recovery, but he’s still not fully better yet. He wouldn’t want anything happening. But with the way his eyes look at him pleadingly, he can’t help but agree.

“Just be careful okay? If you feel anything, stop immediately and come back” He says tp Jayeon, who nods enthusiastically. He makes his way over to the park and Jiyeon turns around to him.

“Don’t worry! I’ll watch over him!” She says with a smile. He loves how understanding Jiyeon is about Jayeon’s situation. Maybe it’s a twin thing but she’s always caring for him and vice versa. 

He watches the kids play together, even making some friends as they play in the park. He never felt so happy to be around the little kids as much as he is right now. He loves how they’re so content, having no care in the world.

He loves the twins so much that it’s so hard to explain. They stemmed from a love that you and Jungkook made a long time ago. And watching that love personify itself into two beautiful children, it’s all he could ever ask for.

Suddenly his phone rings. He looks at the caller id to see Aruem calling. He sighs. He still hasn’t told her about the kids. You urged him to let her know as soon as possible. But he’s afraid of what it’ll become. She’s not an easy person.

So the thought of her getting worked up over it makes his skin crawl. He doesn’t want to affect the serenity around him right now. He doesn’t want you to get involved and he especially doesn't want his kids to be included in this too.

He knows he has to tell him eventually. But he just doesn’t want to break whatever peace he has right now.

“Jiyeon-ah!” 

He looks startled to hearing Jayeon call out his sister's name. He stands up immediately and makes his way over to a group of kids surrounding his little girl on the floor and Jayeon helping her sit up.

“What was that for?!” Jayeon says. He makes sure his sister is okay before walking up to the girls who pushed her to the ground. Jungkook was about to intervene but stopped himself as he watched.

For some reason, he knows the kids can handle themselves. 

“She’s been following us everywhere, we’re just trying to stop a creep like her!” The little boy says. Jayeon looks at him bewildered before looking back at his twin sister.

“Do you not see her face?” He says pointing at her direction. “Do you see mine?” He says, pointing at his own. 

He looks at him in confusion. While the other kids seem to slowly understand what he means.

He looks at the boy with a strict look on his face. “Treat my twin sister like that again and I swear I’ll make you regret it” He says, sternly. Jungkook raises a brow at his “intimidating” look, well as intimidating a little kid can be. He can see that it affected the kids, given the fact that Jayeon was a little taller than the other kids, probably getting the height from him.

“Seojun-ah!” The kids mom says, coming towards them. She makes him bow in forgiveness before walking away with the kid. Surprisingly walking towards him. 

“You don’t treat people like that! What’s wrong with you!” She say walking off. She looks at Jungkook and looks back at the kids.

“Are those kids yours?” She asks, a little worried. Jungkook nods his head.

She bows to him, surprising him. “I’m sorry for how he was acting, I taught him better than that.” she said. Jungkook nods before bending down to look face to face with the kid.

“Hey buddy” He says, he’s a little pissed at the kid but like he said they’re kids. They don’t know better. 

“Treat everyone with respect next time, hm? You don’t want to hurt your mom right?” He says. The kid nods before looking at his mom.

“I’m sorry, Eomma…” He says, looking up at his mom. She nods her head with a smile and walks off with the kid, bowing once more in politeness. 

Jungkook finally makes his way over to the kids. He squats down, looking at Jiyeon’s scratch on her knee. He felt his heart clench at the sight but he knows it happens sometimes. She’s not crying, surprisingly, but she’s more annoyed if anything. 

“Are you okay, Jiyeon-ah?” He asks. She nods her head. “But I’m not a pretty princess anymore” She says with a pout. Jungkook chuckles at her cuteness before picking her up, Jayeon following in tow as he makes his way over to the blanket he put down earlier.

He looks through the bag you gave them, surprisingly a whole first aid kit in the bag. This probably happens more often than he thinks if you packed this for him.

“You’re more of a warrior princess than just a regular princess if anything” Jungkook tells her as he cleans her wound, Jayeon holding her hand tightly. She looks at her father in confusion before he puts a bandaid on her cut. 

“A warrior princess is the princess of a kingdom but she keeps everyone safe. She’s strong, she fights for what she believes and protects those important to her” He says. She smiles and looks at Jayeon.

“I’m a warrior princess!” She says to him. Jaeyon giggles before looking at Jungkook with a smile. 

“Thank you, you’re definitely Superman” Jayeon says with a bright smile. Jungkook ruffles his hair before placing him on his lap and tickling him. Jieyon joins in and he laughs at the sigh of his two kids giggling. 

Suddenly his phone starts ringing again. He looks at the caller id to see Taehyung calling him. Answering the phone he puts it on speaker.

“Hey, what’s up man?” He says.

“Hey, would you be able to pick up Y/N? She just finished her work and I’ll be held up for a while. She didn’t want to ask you but she’ll be here longer than she’ll need to be, and I know she needs rest since you guys are leaving for Busan tomorrow” He says. Jungkook chuckles and looks at the kids.

“Yeah, we can come. Don’t worry.” He says. Taehyung thanks him and says hi to the kids before getting off call. 

“Wanna go see Eomma?” He asks. The kids nod their heads and they all pack up to make their way to the car. 

This is the first time the kids will see his building and for some reason, he’s a little excited for them to see it. 

As he pulls into the front of the tall skyscraper, he helps the kids come out of the car. He watches as the two kids look up in awe.

“This is so cool!” Jayeon says, looking up at the building. 

“Is it yours?” Jieyon asks. Jungkook smiles. How did she figure it out? He doesn’t know. 

He only shrugs and makes his way inside, the two kids walking in front of him. The workers bow at him as he enters. He’s dressed a little too casual than his usual attire but hell. It’s his building, he can do what he wants.

He can see people staring at him with his two kids walking in front of him as they look around the reception. He guides them over to the reception where Soo-ah is. 

She looks at him surprised, standing up to politely bow. “Mr. Jeon!” she says. Jungkook waves her off.

“I’m off work right now, no need to be so formal.” He says. She smiles.

“So what brings you here? Don’t you usually go up your elevator” She asks. Jungkook shakes his head. 

“We’re here to pick up Eomma!” Jayeon says with a smile. Soo-ah peers over her desk to see little kids with identical smiles on their faces. Her eyes widen at the sight of the resemblance of the kids and Jungkook.

He has children?

She masks her surprise as she moves around the desk to bend down to talk to the kids. “Oh yeah? Who’s your Eomma?” She asks. 

Suddenly a group of people make their way into the reception. There you are with Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin and a few other workers that he assumes you befriended. Soo-ah starts to blush at the sight of Seokjin.

Jungkook saw one of the guys in the group standing a little too close for his liking, trying to talk to you but you subtly scoot away from him, standing between your brother and Jimin to avoid him. As you kindly conversed with the group.

Their conversations were interrupted at the sound of children yelling out. “Eomma!” the twins say. They both immediately run over to you and you bend down with your arms wide to give them hugs. Soo-ah look at Jungkook and the sight of the kids hugging you. All she saw was a fond smile on his face. 

Are you—?

“Uncle Tae!” Jayeon says hugging Taehyung, Jieyon was blushing at the sight of Jimin smiling at her. Jungkook walked over with a raised brow, Soo-ah following behind him. Everyone was watching the interaction with confused faces. 

They bow at the sight of Jungkook standing in front of them, while the other three of you excluding Soo-ah don’t bother to do that. Fully comfortable in his presence. The only person who didn’t bow was Jisung, since he’s a new worker and clearly doesn’t know who Jungkook is.

“You’re here?” You ask him. He nods his head and looks at Taehyung.

“I told you not to call him” You said with a pout, scolding your brother. He shrugs and looks back at Jungkook.

“You saw that too, didn't you?” He said. Jungkook rolled his eyes and pushed his best friend away from him. He looks at the workers who were just staring at them in confusion. 

“Uh? What’s going on?” The guy who was trying to get close to you suddenly said. You were about to answer but Jungkook interrupted. “I’m picking up Y/N, is that a problem?” 

Even though he was off work at the moment, he still wants to show his authority. Jimin and Taehyung exchange knowing glances while you stood there awkwardly. Soo-ah looks at you with wide eyes as Jungkook’s whole demeanor changes as he talks to your coworker, Jisung. 

“I was gonna offer her a ride home” Jisung said suddenly with an annoyed glance. “But you kind of got in the way” Jungkook only smirks, before walking up to the man. 

“What’s your name?” He asks, poking his tongue with his cheek. You couldn't help but slightly swoon at the sight. You know you should stop whatever is going on, but you kind of have no other choice but to let it happen since it’s his building after all. 

“Kang Jisung, Marketing Management” He says. Jungkook nods his head. “And you are?” 

The other workers tense at the sight. “Mr. Jeon, we are so sorry he’s a new worker and—” Soo-ah tries to say but Jungkook waves her off.

He held out his hand. “Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Enterprises” He says with a cocky smile. Jisung widens his eyes and immediately bows. 

“I’m so sorry!” He says, immediately asking for forgiveness for his behaviour. Jimin and Taehyung snicker from behind while Seokjin nudges them to be quiet. You knew this would get even more awkward so you stepped in.

“Eomma, I'm hungry!” Jiyeon said, catching everyone’s attention. Thank god.

“Ah well, we have to go so I’ll see you guys soon!” You said, pushing Jungkook away. Leaving everyone behind while the kids walked with Jimin and Taehyung in front of you. Everyone was shocked at the sight of you pushing the CEO like it was nothing.

That was so awkward.

After that whole escapade, you and Jungkook made your way back to the apartment with the kids. But Jungkook treated them to some ice cream before you guys got back to the apartment. They were talking your ear off about their day, faces filled with ice cream. And the funniest part of it all was Jungkook joining in too.

The three of them were all identical as they told you what they did today. And it made your heart swell.

“Cookie said we’ll all go out together next time, can we Eomma?” Jiyeon asked, your kids giving you puppy eyes. You look at Jungkook who also had the same look on his face. 

You can't deny them that. “Fine fine” 

They all cheered. You were wondering what to eat for dinner, while Jungkook took care of the kids. 

He walked over to you while the kids were occupied. “What's up?” He asks. You were looking at recipes on your phone, but you were so tired from the day that you didn’t even want to cook.

“Trying to figure out what to have for dinner” You said with a pout. He nodded his head. “Why don't we just order in?” He asks. You look at him skeptically before shrugging.

“Alright but I’m paying” You told him. Jungkook nudged your shoulder. “I’ll pay, Y/N-ah” He said. You shook your head.

“You already took care of them and got them ice cream, I owe you” You told him. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“You don’t need to owe me anything, I’m their father. It’s my job, Y/N-ah. Don’t think you need to be like this every time it includes taking care of the kids.” He pleads. You look at him, you know he’s right. So you let out a sigh before nodding.

“Eomma, Appa can we have pizza tonight?” Jayeon says, catching the two of you off guard. You and Jungkook look at each other with wide eyes before you make your way to the kids. Who looks at ease with what Jayeon just said.

“Jayeon-ah, what did you just say?” You asked. He looks at you confused. 

“Can we order pizza?” He asks. You shake your head before pointing at Jungkook.

“No no, what did you call Cookie?” You ask. Jiyeon and Jayeon look at each other before looking abc at you.

“Appa? Isn’t he our Appa?” Jiyeon asks. You suck in a breath and look back at Jungkook who was struggling not to cry. 

“How did you—how did you know?” You ask them. They look at each other before shrugging. Jiyeon got up and walked over to Jungkook to lead him over to the three of you. He sat down beside you while the kids cleaned up their building blocks together.

“Nothing really, Jayeon and I talked about it and we had a feeling he was someone important to us.” They said nonchalantly. You and Jungkook share nervous glances. 

The anticipation was just so hard to bear. 

“And he said his name is Jeon Jungkook earlier, we have the same last name!” Jayeon said with a smile. You bring your kids onto your lap, both of them sitting on one leg each.

Jungkook looks at them nervously. “Are you okay with that? Me being your dad?” he asks. Your twins look at each other before nodding with beaming smiles on their faces.

“We love you, Appa, don’t worry!” They said. It was a long time coming but Jungkook didn’t hesitate before bringing the kids into his arms as he silently cried. 

“I love you both so much” He says, looking at you with tears running down both of your faces. He nudged his head, indicating you to join them. Hesitatingly, you come over and wrap your arms around your little family. 

This was one of the best moments of your life. And you can tell it means just as much to Jungkook. 

The four of you held each other close before Jayeon started groaning. “Please, let's have pizza! I’m so hungry” He said with a pout. You and Jungkook laughed before Jiyeon got up and ran to get your phone. She handed it to you and you ordered the pizza they wanted so badly.

You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, both of you basking in this moment.

Jungkook got home later that day, a bright smile on his face. After the twins called him Appa, he’s never felt happier in his life. It felt too good to be true, the little dynamic between the four of you is something he holds dear to his heart. 

The four of you ate pizza and watched a disney movie together, the twins falling asleep on both of you laps. Jungkook held his daughter close to him as they slept. 

“Do you think I’ll be good at this?” He asks you, running his hand through his daughter's hair. You look at him, with a small smile as you watch the way he cared for Jieyon.

“You already are” You told him, sincerely. 

He was in such a good mood leaving your apartment that when he entered his own place, he wasn’t expecting to see Areum sitting on the couch. 

“Oh you’re back?” He asks, putting his keys on the holder. Areum went to Japan for a modeling gig and apparently came back already. The last time he saw her was the day she visited him in the office. 

“Where were you?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at him. Jungkook tenses up for a second before letting out a sigh. He doesn't like lying and eventually she’ll have to find out.

He sat down on the couch, keeping a safe distance from her. He knows she might not take this well.

“Well uh, Areum. I have something to tell you.” He tells her. She looks at him intently. Jungkook sucked in a breath.

“I was uh….I was out. With my kids…” He said. There he said it. She looked at him confused. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Kids? What the hell does that mean?” She asks. Jungkook nervously plays with the rings on his hands.

“Do you remember the ex-girlfriend I told you about? We have two kids together, twins.” He told her truthfully. She deserves to know. Even though their relationship is complicated, she still deserves to know about them.

“And you’re only telling me now?” She asks. Jungkook’s eyes looked down ashamed.

“It’s just…I only found out about them recently and I wanted to get to know them first before I introduced them to you…”  He told ehr. She looked away with a scoff. 

“No you just don’t want me to be included in this with you. You don’t want me to get to know them” She said. Jungkook tried to calm her down but she suddenly got up and stormed off. He groans and runs a hand through his hair. 

He sighs and makes his way to their shared room. She isn’t here, he doesn't really know where she goes sometimes but his house is so big that he couldn't bring himself to really care.

He decided to shower while she cooled off so they can talk it out better before he leaves for Busan tomorrow.

While he was in the shower Areum was in another room, pacing around while she was on the phone.

“You said you took care of it” She said to the person on the other line. 

“What are you talking about?” Mr. Jeon says. Areum groans. 

“You told me you showed the DNA of the kid. Only for him to tell me he has twins with his ex-girlfriend” She says angrily. Mr. Jeon was quiet on the other line. 

“Look I agreed to do this because you said you’ll give me money if he falls in love with me and forgets about her. I thought it was working but it looks like you didn’t hold out your end of the deal.” She said. Mr Jeon lets out a sigh on the other end of the line.

“This is gonna be a problem isn’t it…” He said to nobody in particular.

“Alright, Areum-ah. Head to Busan with him tomorrow. The two of you need some time together, that’ll probably snap him back into place.” He said. Areum quickly agreed, noticing the sound of the shower shutting off. She quickly bids the man goodbye as she waits for Jungkook.

She just hopes this works. 

Jungkook told you he’s going to be picking you up to head to Busan. It was early morning, Taehyung said he was gonna be there in 10 minutes. Just enough time for the two of you to get going.

You hear someone knock on your door and you open it to reveal Jungkook in matching sweatpants. He wanted to be the one to drive so you both chose to dress comfortably for the road trip.

“Ready?” He asks. You were about to agree when you suddenly saw your brother’s face pop up behind him. You smile at him while he pats Jungkook on the back.

“Thank you so much for doing this, Taehyung-ah” You told him. Your brother waves you for before turning towards Jungkook.

“Take care of her, alright?” He says. Jungkook nods his head. The two of you head into the twins’ room to bid them goodbye. You didn’t want to disturb their sleep so you both silently kissed them goodbye before you made your way out of the apartment. 

You guys were mostly silent during the car ride. It was comfortable. The two of you together. You were still tired and it was too early for your liking. You didn’t even notice yourself dozing off but Jungkook did. He chuckled at the sight of you sleeping in the passenger seat. 

He allowed you to sleep while he drove to Busan. 

You were shaken awake a few hours later. Jungkook has already checked into your hotel, getting the two of you rooms. 

“Come on Sleeping Beauty, we have a meeting soon. Let’s get ready.” He said, taking both of your bags. You sleepily followed him into the hotel. You were still trying to wake up when he showed you your room. You got in and immediately headed to the shower to try and wake up.

Luckily it worked and you came out, feeling much more refreshed. You quickly got ready, noticing it’s almost time for his morning meetings.

15 minutes later, Jungkook knocks on your door and you open it to reveal him in a fancy three piece grey suit and black dress shoes. 

“Let’s go?” You ask him. You wore a matching blue pants suit and heels. Fitting into the standards of his assistant. 

“Ms. Kim, what’s the schedule for today?” He asks as he leads you to his car. As the two of you get settled in, he starts driving towards the Busan Company building. 

You tell him his schedule for today, both of you holding your professional aura. 

The second you guys arrive, you guide him to the floor that’s holding the conference meeting. The two of you silently rode the elevator. You were organizing things for him while Jungkook scrolled on his phone.

“Good luck today, Jungkook-ah” You told him with a smile. He looked at you with raised brows but he smiled in return.

“Let’s hope we get this partnership” He said, as the doors opened. The two of you make your way into the boardroom. It was almost full, filled with different people in fancy suits and dresses. But you were especially caught off guard at the sight of his fiance Areum sitting at the foot of the table. 

“Areum?” Jungkook says. Clearly caught off guard at the sight of her too.

“Hey, honey” She said with a smirk.

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after hours, part one — myg [m]

⤷ summary. staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

pairing. fuckboy!basketball captain!min yoongi x fem!reader

genre. smut (18+), angst, fluff, fuckboy au, college au, unrequited love au.

» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎

warnings. fuckboy!yoongi, friends (more like aquaintences?) with benefits, major angst (it’s worse on the second part but there’s still a lot of it), fluff (weird, right?), unrequited love, yoongi is hot in this but he’s a bit of an asshole, basketball captain!yoongi, fuckboy!yoongi needs its own warning, explicit language (cursing, sexual talk, etc), reader suffers so much that i feel kinda bad, quite toxic friendships, yoongi is a teeeeease, bed !! sharing !!, yuri is a pain in the ass, everyone wants yoongi like damn, yoongi smokes cigarettes, smut, (oh boyyyyy), two s*x scenes, a LOT dirty talk, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, some dom/sub themes, dumbification, disgusting pet names (doll, baby girl, baby, y’all know the drill), äss play (f. receiving), n*pple play, humiliation, degrädation kïnk, cūnnilingus, rough sēx, yoongi lowkey has a begging k*nk, fīnger^ng, protected sęx (be smart like them), mentions of unprotected s*x and creampies, m^ssīonãry + c*wgirl pøsition, cúm swãllowing + eating, sn*wballing, semi-public sēx (they do it in the men’s locker room hehe), p*ssy eating, blowjob, face-fúcking, big d*ćk yoongi, wet n messy sêx.

word count. 25.3k 💌 (my finger slipped)

note. goddamn. i can’t believe this fic is finally out !! (part one only but still). I have literally put my blood, sweat and tears (lol) into this :’) after a lot of research on how basketball works bc i had never actually seen a basketball game and a fucking lot of drafting and re-writing, it’s here ahhhh !! this yoongi is the fucking hottest i swear and i am actually in love, even if he is a bit of an asshole :p hope u guys love this fic as much as i do and enjoy the ride <3 and a hugeeeee thank u to my love @jjkeverlast for beta’ing this fic !! love u so so much, ur the best ever 💌 part 2 will come out in about 2 weeks. ps : if ur having problems with reblogging with a comment / it’s lagging i advise u to write it on a notes app or doc and paste it on the reblog comment !! 💗

please leave feedback if u can <3 it truly motivates me to continue and i’d love to hear all ur thoughts on this fic so let’s talk about it 🫧♡

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You probably should have gone to the party that your best friend told you about.

But you were too emotionally drained from all the studying, and the last thing you needed was a social gathering you knew would only suck you out of your energy even more.

You’ve been so exhausted lately— your lectures have turned difficult, and your time has lately been consumed by either studying or your classes.

And so, you’re alone on a Friday night inside your shared apartment, watching some trashy TV romance while eating microwave popcorn and wearing your Spongebob Squarepants knee-socks.

Imagine your surprise once you hear the doorbell ring when you’re not expecting anyone tonight—your best friend is at that damn frat party, you didn’t order takeout just yet, and it’s not like you have a lot of intimate friends other than Yuri.

You reluctantly open the door, silently hoping no serial killer would be on the other side, but no, it’s even worse.

“Yoongi?” You ask, almost gasping, but you’re too tired for your body to show any signs of strong emotions when meeting the man you secretly longed to see.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, and you’re almost sure you pick up something of concern in his smooth voice, but you know it’s only your hallucination. You know for a fact that Yoongi doesn’t care for his hookups, or in other words, you.

You first met him during a party, and you were enamoured by his captivating brown eyes the minute they met yours.

You had heard about him before. The notorious fuckboy slash basketball captain that caught many hearts in his hands and squeezed them to death.

You promised yourself you would never acquaint yourself with him. The stories you heard, makes him out to be the worst monster of them all inside your head, with ugly green eyes that were ready to eat anyone who had a pussy.

And who ate women’s hearts until there was nothing red left.

But who knew such a monster could be so incredibly beautiful in ways you had never dreamed of?

But maybe that’s why he was such a nightmare; why he had such ease in luring prey into his deadly trap.

You got tipsy from the beers that were passed around to your hands by your best friend, and you went from making many eye contacts with a certain basketball player to him fucking you hard on the back of his car, while your best friend, Yuri explored the whole house in search for the black-haired boy you were under.

At the time, you didn’t understand how his eyes fell on you instead of on your best friend, who was much prettier than you and looked at him through the rose-coloured glasses you would only months later after that night.

However, you now get why his eyes fell on you.

You had a ‘good girl’ image and anyone that laid their eyes on you could sense a sort of naiveness that Yoongi craved.

He lived for it.

And you were just another one of his prey. A piece of meat he would then soon discard after he sucked every last bit of the blood inside your system.

You swore to yourself you wouldn’t be like them. That you wouldn’t fall for his deadly charm like other girls did. You thought you were different from them, until a few months later, when you were grabbing some take-out after a heavy secret make-out session in his car.

When he flashed you his beautiful gummy smile. Your world stopped and everything came crashing down when you realised you were in love with the devil, that is Min Yoongi, and he caught your heart with his deadly hands just like other girls.

Knowing you are in love with another human is supposed to be euphoric, the poets say.

The sonnets describe how swelled up in sheer giddiness you must be from experiencing such a powerful, deep emotion for your significant other.

And you knew you were doomed because when you realised your heart only beats for Yoongi, it only made you hurt in ways that left you crying for days. So much so, that time became nonexistent and days bled into another as you grieved for the loss of your own heart that you stupidly let him take away from you.

You weren’t different from the others—you weren’t the one special enough to change Min Yoongi’s heart. To make him love you.

And you only push the dagger an inch more into your bleeding heart every time you continue to sleep with him, knowing you will never get his heart to heal you in ways you so desire.

No one knows of your affair, and you were the one who wanted to keep it that way. If anybody knew, you would be cast away in other people’s as nothing more than another one of Yoongi’s many hookups, and even worse, if your best friend found out she would have your head.

Yuri was always a jealous woman—the men she hooked up with, which was a very good amount, she got angry with the woman they would kiss a week later, and would always make their lives a living hell in the most subtle of ways.

And the ones whom Min Yoongi hooked up with were the ones that had it the worst.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” You put your mouth before your lips, yawning while talking, eyes blood-red from the exhaustion you feel.

Your sleepy eyes follow his frame up and down, and you can see he isn’t in his usual ‘asshole’ attire, as you would joke with Yuri—instead, he wears grey sweats and a simple, plain white tee shirt. You could even mistake him for a good guy if you didn’t already know the malicious intentions behind the fiery brown eyes you’ve regretfully grown to find beautiful.

But what catches your attention is the jewellery that stayed intact—two thin silver chains around his neck (he usually wears more extravagant ones), bracelets on his pulse, and his signature rings on his fingers.

If you hadn’t looked down to rapidly inspect his veiny, ring-filled fingers, you wouldn't be able to find one specific piece of jewellery that makes your lungs almost break and your breath to be taken away.

It’s the ring you gave him for his birthday a few months ago.

“What’s this?” Yoongi furrows his eyebrows as he slowly takes the small box out of the small plastic bag, and you feel your palms sweating from the anticipation and nervousness that swallows you whole.

“Um. Just something for your, uh, birthday.” You clear your throat, and Yoongi lifts his head to arch one of his eyebrows.

“My birthday was a week ago.”

You roll your eyes, “I know that, dickhead. Did you know I had to find out from Yuri, who heard from Mina, who had to hear after fucking Jungkook—“

“Alright, alright, I get it.” Yoongi chuckles, and you let out a heavy sigh as you watch him inspect the little plastic black box on his fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You cross your arms, and Yoongi chuckles. He can almost hear your pout while he slowly opens the box and places the lid on his lap.

“Didn’t think you’d care.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, and you scoff silently—could he be even more dense?

“Of course, I would care, idiot. I have to give a present to the man who’s made me come so many times. It’s the least I could do.” You scoff, and Yoongi laughs loudly.

It’s a laugh you don’t usually hear from Yoongi’s pretty lips. He usually only chuckles with you, never showing the smile you so adore, and now your heart flutters and your stomach turns at the sensation that overwhelms your chest when you watch such a rare scene in front of you.

He isn’t chuckling or smirking. But laughing. At something you said.

You couldn’t think your heart could fall even deeper into the depths of your doom, yet one smile from his cherry lips already has you even deeper than before.

You’re entering a rabbit’s hole by letting yourself stupidly fall for Min Yoongi, and at this point in time, you don’t know how or even if you can get out.

You clear your throat, your heart beating fast as you watch Yoongi observe the present.

It’s a ring, one you found in a cheap jewellery store that is beside the little coffee shop you work for, and you immediately thought of Yoongi when you saw it. You know he likes his jewellery and this one was much cheaper than the ones he usually buys.

You’re nervous, your erratic heartbeat pulsating in your ear as you wait for his reaction. Will he hate it? Will he discard it as soon as he—

“Shit. I love it.” Yoongi chuckles, putting the ring on one of his only free fingers, the middle finger. “Thanks, doll. I appreciate it.”

You can’t help the warmth inside your heart at his words, relief washing down all the previous anxiety on your nerves.

“Want a birthday blowjob, too?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

Yoongi opens his mouth to answer you, but you cut him off, rubbing your sleepy eyes while trying to keep your mouth from yawning once again, “If you came here for sex, I really can’t do it tonight; I’m busy—”

“Studying?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows, and you sigh, nodding your head while groaning, “Well, you always say that, and next thing you’re begging me to make you cum.”

You cringe at his lewd words, “What the fuck, can you not say things like that? Pervert.” You roll your eyes, and Yoongi laughs, throwing the smile that never fails to make your stomach turn and your heart flutter in ways you only experience with him.

“And no, I’m not studying this time. I’m just watching some TV before going to sleep.” You grumble, and Yoongi fake gasps, dramatically opening his mouth to drag out the gasp more than it needs to, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Oh, is Miss goody-two-shoes actually having time for herself, hm?” Yoongi teases, a small smile tugging on his lips, and you try to fight the butterflies that flap in your stomach with a small scoff.

You shouldn’t be feeling this.

You know Yoongi only sees you as another one of his hook-ups, one he doesn’t care for, only only when you have what he needs, when he needs it.

Your brain knows that, but your heart chooses to ignore it when it hopelessly flutters for him every time he kisses you as if you were his, and sinks to your stomach every time he leaves you that same night.

You’ve made many mistakes in your life, but falling for Min Yoongi must be the worst of them all.

Your everything sings for him, for the three words out of his lips, but his heart would never hear your melodies as you wish so much. And every day that passes a piece of you is taken away, a reminder of your fatal mistake that is loving a man that only sees you as meat and is blind for your soul that calls for his.

You should have never let your heart become such an open book, filled with unspoken words of affection for him, a man who never had the desire to open you, to read you in ways you so ached for.

And you still lie here, sinking in a sea of hurt, choking on your blood every time you accept Yoongi into your heart for the sake of having him beside you, for having the pleasure of touching him. Even if the fog of lust blinds his eyes and you can only wish for him to see you as clearly as you see him.

“I’m just too tired to study.” You yawn, and Yoongi leans in, barging inside your territory and into the uncharted waters of your hopeless heart—even if he doesn’t know it.

“Y’know what would make you relax?” One of his brows goes up, and he bites his pink lips, lust fogging his eyes in the way you already know.

He’s the diesel that ignites an unwanted fire in your heart, and he’s the only hazard that can make you hot with desire in mere seconds.

You put your index finger on his chest and push him away from you, and he only chuckles, amused by your response. “Nope. Not today, Min.”

“Alright.” Yoongi pouts slightly, putting his hands in his pockets—how can this man be so hot yet cute? He’s messing with your head, and you don’t like it one bit. “Can I at least come in to watch some Netflix? Or whatever you were watching.”

“Why the hell should I let you in?” You raise one eyebrow, challenging him, and Yoongi hums.

“Good question. Well, I’m fucking bored. I have nothing to do tonight.”

“That’s bullshit.” You scoff, and Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “There’s a party at one of your friend’s frat parties. You could easily just go there.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“The fuck? What happened to you?” You snort, and Yoongi sighs.

Yoongi was always at a party on or off campus. It was where he sought his next prey, one that looked innocent enough to fall for his charms. And, unfortunately, you were one of them.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood, doll.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I just wanna watch something to cure my boredom, and I saw you were online. But if you want me to go, I will.”

“And the first thought was to come here and annoy me?” You click your tongue, and when Yoongi playfully pouts again, your heart gives out like the weak woman you are. “Fine, okay. But no funny business, k?”

“Pinky promise.” Yoongi raises his pinky, and you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at his hand with uncertainty before you wrap your pinky around his.

“Alright, get in.”

It’s a mistake, you know it, the universe knows it—but your body can’t help but jump at any opportunity that opens where you have him for yourself. Where you’re alone with him, without the rest of the world yelling at you just how hurt you will be, just how wrong it is to have feelings Yoongi.

“Holy fuck. Are those Spongebob knee-socks?” Yoongi laughs, and heat covers your chest in embarrassment.

Oh fuck.

You forgot about those.

“They are very comfortable, okay? Shut up. You can go away if you’re just gonna annoy me like that.”

“Sorry, doll. They’re cute. Very you style.”

You pause at that, “Me style? What the hell does that mean?”

Yoongi shrugs, “They’re just very you. Dunno how to explain it.”

You give him a suspicious look before whispering a small ‘okay’, ignoring the butterflies that fly around the flowers that bloom inside your heart, and you can only hope they won’t be poison to your soul.

He follows you to the sofa after you lock your door, and once he sees what is on your TV, he can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“You’re watching the notebook?”

“Don’t you dare shame me. This movie is a fucking masterpiece.” You huff as you sit on the corner of the couch, and Yoongi chuckles, sitting on the other side, and you’re grateful for the distance between your bodies.

You wouldn’t even want to know how your night would end if he had sitten next to you.

“You got lucky. I literally just started watching it.”

The movie plays, and two hours go by like nothing as you engross yourself with the movie. You couldn’t help yourself to catch glimpses of Yoongi as you both watched the film, your eyes scanning every inch of his beautiful face, your heart screaming for his body to get closer to yours, for you to feel his warmth as if he were yours.

You were completely, utterly mesmerized by the beautiful features that adorn his face. His eyes, twin embers that completely take hold of your being, stop the breath of your lungs, and you can’t function.

You begin to wonder, entering the deadly waters that are to imagine—what would it be like if he were yours?

You yearn to speak, to unveil your heart and get rid of this burden that is carrying this love in silence.

Yet your words falter, and you can’t seem to find your voice in his presence.

How could you tell your heart beats for him when all he will do is slip through your hands when the words come out of your mouth?

You need more time with him until you have the courage to let him go.

The film finishes and you can sense your eyes and throat stinging from the last scene. Fuck, why did you choose such an emotional film?

“Doll, are you crying?” Yoongi teases with a chuckle, and you grab a pillow, throwing it on his face with all the force you have in your arms.

“Shut the f-fuck up.” You sniffle, and Yoongi continues laughing.

“Asshole.” You scoff, and Yoongi continues to giggle for a little while before you feel a sudden presence beside you. Arms wrap around your crying frame, and your head falls to a chest. His chest.

“I had no idea you were so emotional,” Yoongi chuckles, and you cry even more when you feel slow taps on your head.

The film is long forgotten inside your head, and silent tears fall to your cheeks as your heart pleads for this to be real, for this to last forever, for time to stop and for you to stay here, with him, just like this.

As if he were yours.

As if you were together.

“God,” You sniffle while rubbing your runny nose, “This is embarrassing. Ugh.”

“Nah, it’s not. It would be worse if you were an ugly crier.” Yoongi laughs lightly, and you smack his chest while letting out a small chuckle.

“I can’t believe you’re not crying.” Yoongi continues to pat your head, and you can’t help but feel this is oddly domestic. It feels natural, so right that your heart can’t help but ease into the fog of hope that everything will be okay.

It’s dangerous, to forget about the pain in your heart, and maybe you will pay the price later.

“I don’t cry, doll.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, you’re the cold fuckboy without feelings and all that.”

Yoongi snorts, “Yeah.”

“Y’know, crying doesn’t make you weak. Just saying. It can actually make you much more relieved. It’s therapeutic.”

Yoongi hums, “I just haven’t felt like crying in a long time.”

You should let go already.

Staying like this, under his arms when you’re so vulnerable is dangerous. But no sense of danger would ever compare to the feeling of letting yourself go, of falling without the fear of reaching the ground.

“What’s your favourite fruit?”

You furrow your eyebrows and almost laugh at the question, “What?”

“I asked what your favourite fruit is.”

“Uh, I heard it. Why? That’s so random, dude.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “I’m not good at dealing with people crying. I’m trying my best here, damn.”

You chuckle, “Aw, that’s cute of you.”

“Shut up and answer the damn question.”

“Jeez okay,” you snort at his defensiveness—maybe you should call him cute more often. “Hm, I’d say apples.”

“Ew.” Yoongi scrunches his face, “Tangerines are so much better.”

“I’m guessing that’s your favourite fruit?” Your lips tug into a small smile while you feel your small tears dry up.

“Fuck yeah, they’re the best thing in this world.”

“They taste disgusting.” You make a small gag sound, and Yoongi scoffs at your words. “Makes sense why you like them.”

“Are you calling me disgusting?” Yoongi stops patting your head, and you can’t help the smirk on your lips.

Teasing and getting on Yoongi’s nerves is your favourite pastime—he falls right into your trap, and you absolutely love it. Who would have thought a man with a reputation such as his could be so easy to lure onto your trap?

“Mmm, maybe.”

You finally have the courage to take your head off his chest, and when your eyes catch him, you feel the world stop. Time is nothing and the universe is only inside his eyes.

“Mm, I’m not so disgusting when you let me fuck you, now am I, doll?” Yoongi chuckles, and you bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his.

“You have a good dick, what can I say?” You shrug, trying hard to contain your smile when his tongue presses on his cheek.

“Fuck, doll. Can I kiss you?” Yoongi whispers, placing his hand on your cheeks.

Your heartbeat picks up its pace.

“You pinky promised no funny business, Yoongi.” You whisper back, eyes falling to his luscious mouth.

“But this isn’t anything funny,” Yoongi smirks lazily and you scoff.

“Fuck you.” Your hand grabs his black t-shirt, and his addicting lips are on yours in mere seconds.

Fuck you for making me feel this way. Fuck you for distracting me. Fuck you for letting me fall in love with you.

The kiss is hard, lust-filled and so passionate, you could even mistake it for two lovers who haven’t seen each other in so many years.

You’re so caught up in your lust-drunken haze, you don’t know how you’re straddling his lap, with lips devouring the skin of your neck, claiming what Yoongi doesn’t know is already, completely, secretly his.

“Fuck, you have no idea—“ Yoongi groans, and feel his veiny hands travelling down past your shorts, and all you can think of is the heavenly feeling of his fingers tracing your skin as he kisses you with all the fire in the world. “How much I missed all of this.”

Shivers run through your spine, and you throw your head back when you feel his index finger slowly rubbing your sensitive nub.

“What’s your safe word, hm?” Yoongi asks between wet kisses on your collarbone, and you mutter a small ‘purple’, a small smirk on his lips as he kisses all the way back to your neglected mouth.

“Good girl,” He whispers to your ear, and you let out a little yelp when he lightly slaps your clit, “Let’s go to your bedroom, hm?”

“I’m way too lazy for that.” You whisper through wet kisses, and Yoongi chuckles, one of his ring-filled hands finding your butt and squeezing it.

You gasp slightly, and Yoongi bites his tongue, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips, “Love this fuckin’ ass. Did you miss me, baby?”

“Nah, not really. Had my showerhead to keep me company.” You tease, and Yoongi bites his lip before kissing you so fiercely, your breath suddenly goes away.

“You’re such a bad liar, doll,” Yoongi whispers on your lips, and your heart surrenders once more.

You told yourself you wouldn’t fall for his charm again, that you would fight the desire that took hold of your body whenever you saw him.

And now, all you need is to be taken care of by the hands you so long for. Have yourself forget the pain that sinks your heart to the depths of the seas of unrequited love, even if just for one night.

One last night, you tell yourself.

Those words are almost a ritual in your mind now whenever you and Yoongi sleep together, always promising that it will be the last night you end up fucking, that you will move on and grab the heart from his hands that is rightfully yours.

Yoongi suddenly gets up and you immediately wrap your legs around his small waist.

You’re thrown on your mattress once you’re inside your small bedroom, and before you could even groan from the contact with your back, Yoongi’s red lips catch yours in a rough, demanding kiss.

You’re about to take off your knee socks, but Yoongi gently grabs your arm, restricting any more movement.

“Keep ‘em.”

“You sure?”

“I told you. They’re cute.” Yoongi smirks at your flushed reaction, and you clear your throat before whispering a small ‘okay’ and shifting to your previous position.

His hand is under your shorts once more, and you gasp once you feel two fingers taking a stripe of your slit, “Pussy is so fucking wet already, and you still had the audacity to say you didn’t miss me.”

“I did—didn’t.”

“Fucking liar.” Yoongi brings his hand to his red lips, sucking on them at a slow pace while never taking his brown eyes off yours. You can’t take the throb on your clit, so you rub your thighs together, but Yoongi pulls them apart once again.

“Lemme see this pussy.” He spreads your legs, and you gasp at how far apart they are, at how your pussy is on display just for him.

Yoongi licks his lip, as if a predator staring at his meal after starving for so long, “Wanna eat you out. Can I?”

“Fuck yes.” You moan, biting your lip, and Yoongi places a small slap on your clit.

You gasp, and Yoongi smiles smugly.

“Where’s the magic word, doll?”

You almost roll your eyes, but you are too fucking horny to take any more punishment and teasing from him.

“Please. Please eat me out, Yoongi.”

Yoongi lowers his head to your sex slowly, “Now that’s my good girl.”

Fuck. You could have folded right there.

“Can I take your shirt off first? Wanna see those tits,” Yoongi’s hand gropes at one of your breasts, and once you nod your head, he wastes no time in taking your top off and throwing it to the other side of your room.

Yoongi is quick to take one of your tits into his eager mouth, sucking harshly and letting his tongue flicker on your nipple. His other hand grabs your other breast, beginning to harshly knead it and squeeze it under his palm.

All you can do is whimper under his desperate touches, your body squirming in the sheer pleasure of having his touch on your sensitive nipples.

Yoongi takes his mouth out of your breast with a lewd pop, his hungry eyes looking deeply into yours as he whispers, “Always so sensitive for me.”

You bite your lips as he trails kisses down your skin, his tongue feeling up your skin, until he finally stops when he richest the end of your stomach. You inhale sharply, and Yoongi smirks before parting your legs as far as you can and taking a big stripe of your wet pussy.

You immediately shudder, a small moan slipping your slips, “Yoongi.”

Yoongi whispers a small “My good girl,” and you feel your stomach turning from the overwhelming butterflies that rapidly flutter their wings inside it.

Yoongi suddenly spits on your cunt, his saliva dripping on your pussy lips and onto your thighs. His tongue kitten licks all of your wetness, leaving you aching for more.

You know he’s only doing this to tease you, to break you, and if you weren’t so desperate for him, maybe you would have resisted longer.

“Stop f-fucking teasing.” You growl and grab a large piece of his black hair with your palm. Yoongi groans at the sharp pain, and you yelp once you feel a slap to your thighs.

“Patience, doll. You take what I give you, yeah?”

You clench your teeth and squint your eyes, only for you to break your character and moan once you feel his mouth suddenly sucking your throbbing clit.

“Oh—oh fuck.” You let out heavy breaths, your hand caressing Yoongi’s hair as your mind gets lost in the pleasure of Yoongi’s skilful tongue.

One thing you’ve learned about Yoongi is that he loves going down on you, no matter time or place. If you say you want him to eat you out, he’s doing it that fucking second and he won’t stop until you’re squirming helplessly under him.

Your whole pussy has never been exposed, and Yoongi thrusts his tongue into your hole while his fingers start to slowly run your swollen clit.

You can feel your orgasm coming, the stars are close and you’re ready to let go, but Yoongi suddenly pulls his tongue out, leaving you whimpering for his touch again.

“What—“

“Ass up, doll.” Yoongi is taken aback when you follow his instructions with no snarky remark, and you’re on all fours with your ass up like he asked.

His hands trace the curve of your ass, his pianist fingers kneading your skin as he watches you with fascination in his brown, eager eyes that are blinded by the almost suffocating lust for you.

“P-please—“

“Spread that pretty ass for me.” He orders with a sharp spank to your ass, which causes you to shut your eyes and bite your lip in pleasure.

You do what he asks and spread your legs, permitting him to see both your asshole and cunt clearly, and Yoongi bites his lips when he sees the wetness that stains your inner thighs. Yoongi takes off his sneakers and slowly gets in the bed, and you whine at the loss of his touch for such a long time.

You need him to fuel you with more of his addicting diesel.

“What’s got you so quiet, baby girl? Already too dumb to talk back, hm?” Yoongi chuckles, trailing your spine with his ring-filled fingers while calling you out for the lack of your usual brattiness and snarky remarks.

You groan in return as shivers course through your body. “F-Fuck you.”

“Ah, there she is,” Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle, and you sigh on your pillow at his touch.

“C-Can you not be so rough today? I’m—I’m tired and I wanna get up tomorrow morning.”

If only he knew what kind of tired you really are.

Tired of having your heart stomped on every time you watch his indifferent eyes when he looks at you, tired of having a storm of emotions to a man who feels nothing but carnal desires for you.

Tired of painfully waiting for him to reach an endless deep sea of love instead of the shallow waters of lust whenever he looks at you.

Yoongi hums, trailing his wandering hand back to your butt and he places a small slap on one of your ass cheeks.

“You just wanna be my good girl tonight, then?” Yoongi almost coos at how cute you look when you slowly nod. “You mind if I play with your other hole a little, doll?”

You gasp at his question. No one you’ve ever slept with—which was not many people, anyway—had ever touched that part of your body, nor even came close to it. You never had the desire for it.

But being with Yoongi has made you discover and try many territories you never thought were possible, and how could you say no to him when he asks like that?

“Fuck. Okay. But go slow, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Yoongi places a small, almost tender kiss on your spine before whispering, “Will do, baby.”

You could get used to these kinds of kisses.

His thumb goes up from your core ever so slowly, tracing the pathway to your asshole with care, and you mewl, digging your head into your pillow when his thumb starts playing with your rim, shivers coursing through every bit of your most sensitive nerves.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you, doll? Letting me play with your pretty asshole. My little whore.” You mewl at his degrading words.

Never did you think you would enjoy hearing such words from anyone, but he makes it sound so hot when it comes out of his sweet lips.

“Where’s the lube, doll?” Yoongi whispers in your ear, and you let out a trembled sigh.

“It’s in the bathroom.”

Yoongi snorts, “Why’s the lube on the bathroom?”

You chuckle, “My roommate got fucked in the ass there. I had to hear all the details about it.” You roll your eyes at the memory. You couldn’t sleep that day because of your roommate’s screams inside the bathroom beside you.

Yoongi chuckles before slightly slapping your ass, “Be right back.”

Within seconds he’s back to his place from before rubbing the lube on two of his fingers.

“Fuck, you don’t know how obseesed I am with this ass, doll.” You almost scream when he slowly pushes two of his lubed up fingers inside your asshole with no warning, and Yoongi bites his lip to not let out a small moan as he sees you helplessly squirm underneath him. “Everything okay?”

You answer with a nod, and Yoongi hums, continuing the slow assault of his fingers inside your hole. You gasp at the calculated circles around your rim, and you moan into your pillow, “Yoongi.”

Yoongi smirks at his name as a form of a moan in your mouth, “Yes?”

“N-need….” You whimper your words out, your pussy burning with the almost unbearable need of his veiny fingers inside your cunt. For the release he neglected you moments before, “Need your fingers.”

Yoongi chuckles, placing a wet slap on your ass which causes you to gasp and lean your body forward at the sudden contact. You can feel your pussy dripping for him, the wetness staining your thighs.

All pent-up need for him.

“Hm, where do you want ‘em, doll? Gotta be specific.” Yoongi bites his lip, his fingers slowly thrusting on your asshole, and your hand is quick to travel to your lower region.

You spread your pussy lips apart, and Yoongi watches your motions like a hawk, his cock throbbing at the beautiful image of your fingers on your cunt.

His imagination runs wild once he starts thinking how pretty you would look while touching yourself and thinking of nothing else but him. Coming while whispering his name.

Yoongi bites his lip.

“Want ‘em here.”

Yoongi chuckles, his fingers leaving your asshole, “Do it for me, baby. Show me how you touch yourself.”

“What—”

“Come on, aren’t you a big girl? Let me see you touch yourself.” Yoongi slowly creeps his hand up to one of your ass cheeks, and you shiver under his touch.

Min Yoongi is a hazard to your existence, so much so that you’re already crumbling apart by his mere touch to your skin, and you know you won’t last long tonight, not like any other one of your encounters.

Tonight is different, and you’re terrified that your masked out vulnerability might fade away once and for all.

“Yoongi—”

The name of his lips is cut short when you feel his free hand grab your hair harshly, a gasp leaving your mouth at the pain mixed with pleasure that makes your clit pulsate.

“Do it.” Yoongi’s teeth grit, using the deep, raspy voice he knows leaves you weak on the knees, and shivers run from your scalp down every nerve in your body.

You will always be weak in Min Yoongi’s presence, won’t you?

Your hand slowly traces the skin of your stomach, trying to tease the man behind you as much as you can, and you can feel the deadly smirk on his pretty red lips, his cock twitching under his grey sweats.

Your fingers go to your clit, massaging the nub carefully enough to make you gasp on the fabric of your pillow.

You think of the man behind you, of his veiny, ring-filled fingers inside you, of his cock deliciously thrusting inside your pussy, reaching your cervix in the way he knows makes you fall apart.

Just for him.

You mewl, unsatisfied with your own fingers tracing your slit, but no imagination could ever compare to the real thing you want.

You need Yoongi.

His fingers inside you, him touching you in any way possible.

The fight inside you is gone as you fully submit to him, as you ache for him and his touch.

Yoongi can see your dissatisfaction as you continue to rub your clit fast, whines of desperation fleeing your mouth as you try to please yourself but can’t.

“Yoongi,” You whimper, and Yoongi almost closes his eyes from the sheer pleasure that travels down his body. “Your f-fingers. Need your, ah, fingers.”

“Too dumb to do it yourself, hm?” You nod while whining, your mind trapped in too much of a haze to talk back, to prove you aren’t another one of his dumb, fucked-out hookups who’d do anything he asks for.

You are too drunk in the pleasure of having him for yourself.

Too vulnerable to slip out of your daze as easily as you usually do, and you know Yoongi is claiming his victory with a wide smirk as he watches you fall apart before him.

Watches how broken you finally are for him.

“Yoongi.” His name is the only thing that can leave your mouth instead of moans and helpless whimpers.

You are dumb for him, aren’t you?

“You’re a dumb little cockslut, can’t even touch yourself properly,” Yoongi’s laugh is mocking, and you gasp loudly once two of his fingers start rubbing your nub in his expert way, the one which makes your whole body shiver in pure ecstasy. “You wanted this, doll? You wanted my fingers fucking that slutty cunt open?”

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Y-Yoongi.” You helplessly moan as his fingers scissor your pussy lips open for him to enter them inside you.

“Shit, babe, you’re soaking for me. I can fucking hear it.” Yoongi groans, precum staining his sweatpants as his cock twitches at the gushy, lewd sounds of your wet pussy.

His hand sparing no mercy for your cunt as he fingers you hard and fast. Your body shudders in pleasure, your mouth lets out pornographic moans when his thumb rubs your clit, and you clench around his slender, veiny fingers—your orgasm is coming.

And Yoongi knows.

“Does baby girl want to cum?” Yoongi bites his lip and continues his assault on your cunt, thrusting fast in and out of you, the cold metal of his rings hitting your warm walls, and all you can do is nod as you arch your back for him, drunk on his touch, his fingers, and everything that is him.

You’re too fucked out to answer, your toes already curling and your mouth fully open as you ache for the words of confirmation from his lips, which he happily grants.

“Cum for me, doll. You can do it.” Yoongi grunts out, and your mouth creeps up in a fucked out smile your abdomen clenches as your orgasm finally hits you, and you soak Yoongi’s already wet fingers with your cum.

Your mind escapes into a haze as your body unconsciously trembles from the oversensitivity as Yoongi slips his fingers to pinch your clit, testing to see how far you can take it.

“S-Sensitive.” You moan on the pillow, and once Yoongi takes his hand from your pussy, relief washes through your body.

Yet, you still long for them again.

“On your back for me.”

For some miracle, you hear his words under the fog in your mind, and your weak, already fucked out body slowly turns around, but Yoongi is an impatient man and doesn’t waste time by grabbing your waist and flipping you around himself.

Your tired eyes watch as he sucks the wetness on his fingers, moaning while tasting your release and you clench your thighs at the beautifully erotic scene before you.

Yoongi’s lips are suddenly on your jaw, kissing you gently, and you don’t even notice it until his deep voice speaks up during his kisses, “What’s up with you today, ___? You don’t usually end up this fucked out from just my fingers.”

“Told you,” You whine, gasping for any air your restricted lungs can catch, “I’m tired.”

Yoongi silently wonders what got you this tired.

You were always driving yourself crazy for your studies, and he could never understand why you would do it, but you would never get this exhausted. To the point where you completely fell apart for him after only his fingers. It usually took you some time until he could finally break you into his little cockslut.

“Still want to continue?” His tongue tenderly licks your skin as his hand rubs your tummy, a habit he picked up a few weeks ago, doing it after every time you were getting over your high.

And every single time he did it, your chest would find it hard to breathe from the fluttering feeling that crept up on your stomach that eventually found its way into your heart.

“I could just jerk off and call it a night. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” You let out a deep exhale of your breath, and Yoongi nods, placing the faintest butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Whatever you want.”

Your lips curve up in a lop-sided smile, “Fuck me, Yoongi.”

“Oh fuck.”

Yoongi is quick to pull his body off of yours, quickly taking off his sweats, his rock-hard cock springing out of the fabric, hitting his stomach and shirt in the process, and shit, you could have orgasmed again at that mere scene.

The chains on his neck stay, sticking to his slightly sweaty skin, and you feel your pussy throb and almost burn with aches at the sight.

Yoongi throws the grey sweatpants to the floor beside you, and you both flinch at the loud sound that erupts once it hits the floor.

“Oh shit, I forgot my phone was in there.”

“How can you forget that?” You can’t help but let out a snort, and Yoongi lightly laughs with you, your heart missing palpitations, stuttering at the sight of his gummy smile and relaxed shoulders.

Yoongi shrugs, “Too horny to care.”

You both laugh slightly and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if things could stay like this.

No outside world, only two people enjoying their time together, and the absence of the pain that shreds your soul of loving a man who will never love you back.

The laughter dies out, and instead, you find yourself at the loss of words as you mindlessly stare at Yoongi’s pretty cock. It stands proud before you, the tip stained with pre-cum, and pulsating from the pain of his erection, desperate for any stimulation that might lead to his release.

Yoongi’s big and he knows it.

He’s big, longer than the average dick, and he was cocky about it. When you first hooked up, you had to make him stop so you could adjust to the amazing yet slightly painful stretch his long, girthy cock gave you.

“You love my fat cock, don’t you, doll?” Yoongi says through a smirk, pride swelling on his chest as he watches you drool for him, your eyes wide, filled with fascination.

“Mhm,” You nod rapidly, your curious eyes watching his hands wrap around the slit, fingers brushing the vein that pops out of the skin, teasing himself for your hungry eyes.

“Where are the condoms?” Yoongi grunts, more pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock and falling onto your sheets.

“Second drawer.” You point to your only bedside table, and Yoongi is quick to manoeuvre his body to open the drawer and get a condom from the small package.

Yoongi examines the condom and smirks, “You got a large one. Were you expecting this, doll?”

You immediately gulp, turning your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze, “No.” You click your tongue, “Bought them, like, last week ‘cause my roommate used up everything.”

“Ah, I see.” Yoongi bites his lips. He can see through your lies. He can clearly see the small twitch on your lips twitch whenever you try to lie to him.

Yoongi opens the packet with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours, and your clit throbs at his action.

He twists the tip and slowly puts the condom on while biting his lips, and you can swear that you’ve never seen something so fucking hot. Every movement has you entranced, and your heart flickers at the picturesque image of him above you.

The moon gracefully shines on his beautiful figure, his face shimmering under the soft light, like an angel that graces you, a mere mortal, with his ethereal presence.

Yoongi finally leans in and presses a slow, sensual kiss on your neck, “You ready?”

You almost moan out loud at his words, “Fuck yes. Please.”

Without any more words, Yoongi pushes inside you, and you moan at the delicious stretch his big cock gives you.

Yoongi grunts, squeezing the pillow beside you, “Shit, always so fuckin’ tight. I-I don’t wanna be rough, doll, but fuck—“

You grab his hair and place a quick wet kiss on his pouty lips, “Be rough. ‘S okay.”

“You sure? You told me not to be rough. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart glitters, and you have to clear your throat to not let out a whimper at the warm, fuzzy feeling inside your stomach, “That was before you made me horny as fuck. Now fuck me, Yoongi.”

“Whatever you say,” Yoongi whispers on your lips before thrusting harshly inside you. You gasp loudly, your hand unconsciously grabbing his black hair, causing Yoongi to groan and his dick to twitch inside you from the pain.

Yoongi pulls back before thrusting his cock inside you again.

You arch your back and moan loudly; he spares no mercy to your pussy and starts thrusting with a fast, almost animalistic pace that leaves you moaning like the desperate whore you are.

“So stupid for my cock.” Yoongi laughs with a lazy smirk, and you mewl at his words, nodding as his chains dangle in front of your opened mouth. “You act all high and mighty, but you’re just another slut for me, huh? Just another dumb whore for me.”

You shake your head, trying your best to form any words to contradict his claims, but your throat only forms moans as he pounds his cock into you while holding your legs close to your stomach.

“Mmm,” You squeal when his finger runs your clit as he deliciously thrusts into you, and you swear you’ve never felt so fucking good. So full.

So his.

You're drunk in the sounds of his groans in your ear, mixed with the wet, lewd sounds of your skins slapping on each other.

You suddenly feel a hand harshly grabbing your chin, and you finally open your eyes, your lungs freeze at the sight of his hungry, dilated eyes as he traces your lips, admiring the slight drool that slips your mouth.

Yoongi wastes no time and brings you to a messy kiss, your tongues lazily touching each other, neither of you caring for the saliva on your chins.

“Want you to ride me doll.” Yoongi whispers in your mouth, and you gasp slightly, “Can you do that for me?”

“Okay,” You rapidly nod your head, and you whine when he suddenly slips out of you and rolls your bodies on the mattress so you’re on top.

“Shit, love this view.” Yoongi licks his lips, his eyes never leaving your breasts while all you can do is stare intensely at his lust-filled eyes.

You couldn’t help but gaze into his ethereal form, bathed under the moonlight’s shine.

He looks oh so beautiful, and all you could imagine is how it would feel to have his sparkling eyes looking directly at you.

Shining for you.

Only for you.

But before you can dwell more on his beauty, you feel hands delicately tracing lines of your waist, “You good, doll?”

You giggle silently, your heart beating faster with each passing moment, “Yeah ‘m fine. Can I ride you now?”

“Was just waiting for you, baby.” Yoongi chuckles at your eagerness and gasps when you suddenly grab his length, rubbing the tip against your folds, all while holding a lazy smirk on your face.

You slowly sink into his cock, moaning at the amazing stretch it gives you, and Yoongi hisses at how tight you feel at this angle.

“So big.” You bite your lips, slowly grinding your hips forward, your body shivering at how full you feel. You’re so sensitive, you almost moan loudly when Yoongi’s ring-filled hand touches your ass, squeezing it harshly under his palm.

“Go on, ride that dick, baby.” Yoongi rasps, slapping your ass before you start jumping up and down on his cock, the littlest ‘ah’s’ leaving your mouth as you chase your high.

Yoongi groans loudly, his eyes hypnotized by the way you ride his length, looking so fucking slutty with only your knee socks being the only thing that covers a part of your smooth skin.

The gushy sounds of your wet thighs slapping onto his skin send his brain into overdrive as he watches you bounce, your slick shining on the condom under the moonlight anytime you go up, only to go down again faster than before.

Lust consumes him as he watches your beautiful breasts bounce as you ride him with all your strength, and Yoongi’s dick twitches at the melodic sounds of your high-pitched moans.

“You’re my whore, aren’t you?” Yoongi thrusts his hips up, causing you to gasp and grip his stomach so your limp body stays in balance.

Yoongi harshly grabs your hair, his knuckles going white and forcing your face to tilt up to meet your eyes with his devilish ones.

“Fuckin’ say it.”

With the way he looks at you, he’s ready to incinerate your whole being, and you’re afraid you are already destroyed when the words slip out of your mouth, “‘M yo-your whore, Yoon–Yoongi! Only yours.”

Yoongi smirks as you scream, continuing the animalistic thrust of his hips, faster than ever before.

You swear you can’t breathe with all the pleasure that overwhelms every nerve, every sense of your body.

“You can only think about my cock, hm?” Yoongi sloppily licks his lips, his abdomen contracting every time your thrusts meet, “No one wants such a slut, huh? That’s why you only come to me, yeah?”

“N-No, I—” You moan, your eyes rolling to your skull as his cock finds your g-spot, and Yoongi grins. He knows he found it, you only go non-verbal once he reaches that special spot of yours.

“That’s my fucking slut.” Yoongi chuckles, his hips sloppily thrusting upwards while your hand goes down to rapidly rub your clit, “I’m gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else. Gonna only think of my fat cock and you wo-won’t even dare to fuck other men. Gonna ruin you, baby girl.”

“Yoon—ah,” You scream out, your mouth open as you feel your body close to falling into pure bliss, “C-cum—please, I need to—“

“Come all over this cock baby.” Yoongi moans out, and you stop your movements, your body shivering at the euphoria that is released through your body.

Your body turns limp, and you weakly fall forward, your scrunched face now close to Yoongi’s. You immediately whimper as you feel Yoongi continuing his thrusts into you, sparing no mercy to your abused and sensitive pussy as he chases his own high.

“Yoongi, s-sensitive—“

“Take it.” Yoongi harshly slaps your ass, and you mewl loudly at the sharp pain. Yoongi grabs your chin, forcing your pupils to catch his starving eyes, and you could swear you see a glimpse of the devil himself inside his captivating irises.

Your lungs stop as you realise.

You’re finally his, body and soul.

And a small tear escapes your left eye.

“Wa-wanna f-fuck you raw someday, d-doll,” Yoongi’s face scrunches as he groans the words out, “Wanna fill this pussy with my cum. Gonna make you walk around campus dripping with my-my cum so everyone knows how much o-of a slut the good girl is.”

You gasp loudly.

Did he mean it?

No—he couldn’t. That was just the lust talking, and Yoongi did tend to like dirty talking during sex.

That’s all it is. Right?

Your mind chooses to forget, and you’re cut off from your daze once you hear pretty moans slipping his lips as he rapidly fucks himself into you. “Ah, fuck, fuck—I’m g-gonna come so h-hard for you. W-where—”

“My mouth. Do it in my mouth.” You take his dick out of your pussy, and quickly take off the condom, throwing it somewhere across the room, before connecting your mouth to his leaking length.

“Fuck, d-doll, ‘m comi–ah!” A few bobs of your head, and he comes inside your mouth with a loud, pornographic groan.

You feel your pussy throb as you watch with hooded eyes, his head thrown back and his cherry-red lips parted as he entered a state of bliss. And fuck, what a sight for sore eyes he is.

“Show me your tongue,” Yoongi demands through his deep pants, and you do as requested, opening your mouth and showing your tongue full of his sticky cum.

You’re caught off-guard when Yoongi grabs your hair, pressing his lips onto yours in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss. You moan as your tongues exchange his come with each other, bits of his white release mix with your saliva and run down your chin.

Yoongi slowly removes his lips from yours, a trail of spit connecting both your lips and then breaking, dropping onto your naked chest.

“Swallow,” Yoongi instructs with a rasp in his voice, and shivers run through your spine as you do as he says.

You swallow all the cum that still rests in your mouth with no hesitation, and Yoongi groans at the sight, trying his hardest not to bust another nut right then and there. You scrunch your face at the salty taste on your throat and sit in the space beside him, the mattress jumping at your action.

“Shit, that was good.”

You suddenly feel his lips placing the softest peck on your lips, and tingles run through your body once you feel his hands gently rubbing your tummy.

“Water.” You slowly let out, your throat burning.

Yoongi is quick to get out of bed and comes back in an instant with cold water in his hands.

“Here you go, doll.” Yoongi helps you to sit up to place the glass on your lips, and you slowly gulp the cold water, almost sighing out loud at the relief you feel.

“Shit, I was too rough, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi sighs, his veiny hand rubbing his stomach as he stares at your white ceiling while all you can do is stare at him.

You are caught up in a beautiful image, your eyes mesmerised by how picturesque he is as if crafted by the delicate hands of the goddess of beauty herself.

You quickly shake your head, your heart skipping beats at his concern “‘S okay, I asked for it.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Yoongi asks, his eyes catch yours, and you shift your face to the sheets beneath you, your chest heating up from having been caught lovingly looking at Yoongi as if he were your…..boyfriend.

“Yeah. That was, uh, intense. To say the least.” You chuckle, and Yoongi snorts, returning his hand to your stomach to continue the soft rubs.

“Never did that snowballing shit with anyone. Did you think I went too far with that?”

Your eyebrows shift upwards, and your heart quickens its already rapid pace at his words—did Min Yoongi do a first with you? You were Min Yoongi’s first for something?

Your heart couldn’t help but jump.

Min Yoongi already had many of his firsts when it came to sex. The man was an expert, to say the least.

Having fucked so many girls, you thought he tried anything and everything with so many different people.

But no, he had a first with you.

“No, no. I liked it. It was very hot.” You smile lazily, and Yoongi sighs in relief, his eyes closing for a mere second.

“Okay, that’s good.” You place your water on your bedside table, and Yoongi lies beside you.

You stare at him again. He looks peaceful with his eyes closed.

It’s a tender scene. One you don’t get to have much whenever you are with him.

His breathing and body stay relaxed as he lets himself go for a mere second, and you could only wish the stars that spread through the night skies that you could live this moment again and again.

Until you have nothing left to dream about.

You’re scared of this feeling, of wanting to spend all your happy days with someone, of falling for the sweet nothings he never promised.

You can’t control him, you can’t force him to love you back, and that’s maybe what you fear most.

Because Min Yoongi is unpredictable. He’s wild. He’s a hazard to himself and your sanity.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Yoongi snorts, and you furrow your eyebrows as you’re cut off from your daze once his deep voice speaks up.

“Like what?” You laugh.

“I don’t know. It’s just weird. You’re fucking weird.” Yoongi lets out a chuckle, and you sigh in relief. The last thing you wanted was for him to find out about the gleam on your pupils, the way your eyes form hearts whenever you look at his beautiful face.

“Well, you fuck this weirdo.” You click your tongue and chuckle lightly.

And Yoongi smiles, “Yeah, I do.”

Maybe these moments were the ones where all your walls crumbled down into ashes, fading into the sky and leaving your heart vulnerable to the stabs of love.

The moments where you both stand like this—raw, naked, not caring for anything else in the world, how it makes you feel light. As if you could conquer the world.

Your hopes and dreams are no concern. Your failures and regret are thrown away by the calm sounds of his breathing that sweep away anything and everything that lets you down.

It’s these rare moments, the ones that are only glimpses in your painful field of vision of the world, are what the sonnets mean when you let yourself fall for another.

And in an ideal world, written in the book of your mind, these moments would last every minute, every day, every year, for the rest of your ideal life.

But in the real world, outside the proses of love, of the idealizations of the feeling everyone, so wishes for, what the dreamers never dare to think—is that these moments never last for more than a second before you’re back to bleeding in pain from loving the only one who destroys you in every way, and every day.

But maybe that’s just you. Maybe that’s what you get for choosing to love a disturbance, an instability on your otherwise still life.

Maybe that’s what love is.

Maybe that’s just what loving Yoongi is.

“I should go pee.” You whisper, secretly hoping this won’t end, that his touch will linger on your skin forevermore.

“Yeah, go do that.” Yoongi hums, tapping your thigh lightly, “Can I have a smoke by your window?”

“Sure. Just try not to make the room stink or you’ll take care of it.”

Yoongi chuckles while slowly getting up from the bed, “Will do, doll.”

You slowly walk to your bathroom, trying your hardest not to trip because of your wobbly, sore legs. You shouldn’t have let him be so rough with you, but you know that your horny mind couldn’t resist him or his fucking dick.

You’ll have to spend your Saturday trying your hardest to make the bruises fade away because you know that if Yuri sees you, questions will come, and you don’t think you’ll be able to lie so easily.

Who are you kidding? You won’t be able to lie at all, and you still don’t know how you and Yoongi haven’t been found out by her yet.

You look deep into your own eyes, and bile burns your throat. Is this really who you are? Fucking the man who has your friend’s heart?

Loving a man who will never be yours to claim?

You can’t look at yourself anymore, and so, you quickly turn off the sink and return to your room.

You grab your PJs from the floor, and while you put your clothes back on, you can’t help but stare at Yoongi, who stands by your window with a lit cigarette in between his fingers.

You slowly walk towards him, your heart beating miles per hour as you watch his face taking in the shine of the moon, revealing each detail of his striking features, and your soul glimmers at the mesmerising sight.

It feels serene.

Your heart is calm as you watch him, and your soul is at ease; there is no bleeding, no begging for him to see you.

“Stop staring and come here doll.” Yoongi takes a puff of his cigarette and slowly lets the smoke out into the air.

You slowly walk towards him, and you look down, realising he must have put his sweats back on while you were in the bathroom.

“Hm, this reminds me of cigarettes after sex.” You whisper, your eyes finding the full moon in the night sky while your lungs find it hard to breathe once you feel his lingering gaze on your body.

“You like their music?”

You sigh, “Yeah. Kinda. I don’t listen to them all the time, though.”

“Mmm, I like their song ‘Sweet’.”

You shift your head to the side and furrow your eyebrows, while Yoongi takes another puff from the cigarette, “You listen to them?”

Exhaling the smoke, Yoongi says, “Yeah, I listen to some of their songs. Shit’s good. Kinda catchy.”

Your lips part, “Wow.”

“Is it that shocking?”

You giggle, turning your head to watch the moon again, “Kinda, yeah. Sweet is a good song, though. You have good taste.”

“No shit.” Yoongi laughs and you smile slightly.

Being here, with Yoongi by your side during the whispers of the night, you’re okay.

You’re not plagued by the thoughts that he isn’t yours, you can’t feel the venom running in your veins, instead, gold shimmers inside your heart from the love, the sheer calm in your soul you feel when you are alone with him.

“Hold on, I gotta get my phone.” You quickly whisper before running to your bedside table, grabbing your phone and running back to the same spot you were standing on.

You turn on your camera and zoom in to get the best view of the shimmering moon while Yoongi watches your every action with amused and intrigued eyes.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi laughs, bringing the cigarette to his red lips as he watches you take hundreds of pictures of the moon.

“Taking pictures of the moon, duh.” You roll your eyes and Yoongi snorts, exhaling the smoke inside his mouth.

“You can’t even see it clearly with your shitty camera.”

“But it’s still pretty, isn’t it? Sometimes, pretty things can’t be seen so clearly, Yoongi. But that doesn’t mean it still isn’t beautiful.” You click your tongue, “I also like to take pictures of the moon so I can record the moment and relive it. Sometimes memories aren’t enough, y’know?”

Yoongi smirks, “So you wanna remember me, doll?”

You give him a side eye before continuing to take your pictures, “Nah, not really. It’s just that the moon is really pretty today.” You can only hope he doesn’t see how flushed you are, and that he can’t hear the heart that rapidly beats inside your chest.

Truth is, you don’t want to let this moment go.

You want to use the moon as evidence that tonight existed, that it wasn’t just another one of your daydreams where he isn’t even real.

“Want some?” Yoongi offers the lit cigarette between his fingers, and you shake your head, putting on a disgusting face.

“No thanks, they taste awful.”

You turn your head, your stomach almost dropping as you watch the beautifully hot scene of Yoongi taking another puff from his cigarette, the smoke blinding the moon for a mere second.

Why can’t he be yours?

You scratch your eyes as you suddenly yawn. “I’m tired. Are you….”

You want to ask him, the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you know he won’t stay even if you beg him to. You know the unspoken rule—Min Yoongi doesn’t stay the night with his hook-ups.

You remember, two weeks after you started sleeping with Yoongi, how a friend of Yuri’s from her cheerleading team, Hayun, while you were gossiping in the cafeteria, told you she slept with Yoongi, and when she asked him to stay for the night, he harshly declined and said he never slept with one-night stands.

Two days after, you can still vividly picture you asking him to stay, to test if what Hayun said was true, and maybe to prove something to your ego that you weren’t like the others, that maybe Yoongi felt something else for you.

Yet, he declined.

Looking at you with bored eyes, you can remember how he harshly said no to your offer. It was the first time you realised you were never going to be unique in his eyes.

And as you fell for him, thorns wrapped around your bleeding heart the more you wished for the impossible—to be seen as more, as something you know you aren’t meant to be.

“I was thinking of sleeping here. I’m too fuckin’ tired to go to my dorm, and Hobi is probably still fucking that girlfriend of his.”

Your heart glitters and skips a beat as the words leave his mouth, and you clear your throat, trying to stop the stutter in your voice, “Is that why you came here?”

Yoongi hums before crushing the cigarette in his hand and throwing it out the window, “Yeah, I guess.”

Your insides burn as you feel the newly-bloomed, thornless roses die a second after encountering their life.

“Can I? Sleep here, I mean. I’ll take the couch if you want.”

“No, that couch is too uncomfortable. You’ll wake up with horrible back pain, trust me.” You gulp, eyes falling to the ground, “Let’s just…..”

“Share the bed?”

“Yeah….If that’s too uncomfortable for you I can sleep on the couch instead—“

Yoongi slightly clenches his teeth, “Fuck no. Who do you think I am?”

“Mmm, an asshole?”

Yoongi laughs, “Fair enough. But I’m not that kind of asshole.”

“Sure you aren’t.” You chuckle, “I’ll get to bed, I’m fucking exhausted.” You scratch your reddish eyes, while taking slow steps toward your bed, “Can’t even walk properly anymore. You’ll fucking pay for this, Yoongi.”

Yoongi follows you to the other side of the bed, and he chuckles while getting under the covers, “As if you don’t love it.”

You’re finally in your bed, under your covers, and you mumble with closed eyes, “Whatever, asshole.”

Yoongi chuckles lightly before turning to you, and closing his eyes, letting his consciousness fade into the dream world.

And during the night, like magnets, your bodies slowly gravitate toward each other as your skins glisten under the moonlight that shines through your window.

And when his arms hold you through the night, the moon smiles.

You wake up with your mind in a daze, and the light that shines through your window blinds your tired eyes.

‘Fuck’, you curse, ‘I can’t believe I forgot to put down the curtain.’

You shift to your side, squeezing your eyes from the uncomfortable pain on your sensitive eyes, and you gasp lightly when you feel an arm pushing you back into a chest after your body squirms.

You immediately turn your head to find Min Yoongi beside you, his eyes closed as he calmly breathes on your neck.

“Mmm, morning,” Yoongi says with a low, husky morning voice, his eyes still closed.

And even in your tiredness, your heart flies a million miles per hour, your mind questioning whether or not you are stuck inside a beautiful dream.

“Hey.” You whisper, your throat singing slightly, while you try your best to not show how deeply affected you are by waking up next to the man who holds a part of your everything.

When Yoongi slowly opens his eyes, his entire body squirms as he hisses, “Shit, why is it so light.”

You gulp, “Forgot to put down the curtain. Sorry.”

“‘S okay.” Yoongi rubs his eyes, and you find yourself admiring how cute his morning self can be.

You begin to wonder what would be like waking up next to him every day of your life, but before you can drown yourself more in the painful possibilities of what could be, Yoongi cuts your thoughts by getting up from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

Yoongi groans, stretching his arms as he slowly walks toward your door, “Gotta pee. I’ll be back.”

As Yoongi goes to the bathroom, you grab your phone beside you and immediately curse once you see Yuri’s messages lingering on your screen.

Yuri : fuxk. ykongi isn’y here.

Yuri : i puy on this red dreess just for him :(/

Yuri : y won’t he fuckk me again?

Yuri : i didn’y rven fuck jimin tonight bc i wanted ykongi. I DIBT FUVK JIMIN!!!!!!!!!!

Yuri : y does ONE dick have me like this? i hate gthis.

Yuri : but i want him again 😭😭😭😭😭 and he didn’t even show up wtF

Yuri : bet ir’s that whore Yena’s fault. saw thenm together last week. ew.

Yuri : he fuxked that bitch but not me again? WTF.

Yuri : men r trash.

Yuri : i need ur advice. where r u? :(((((((((((

  You can’t think as you read your best friend’s drunk messages.

A storm consumes the peace of mind that harboured your body moments ago, the ugliest of emotions now washing all the serenity away.

  You : hey. are u ok?

Yuri : holy shit. hi. i was so drunk last night omfg.

You : i figured loll

Yuri : wanna hang out? i need to talk to u :(

You : are u gonna talk about yoongi? 😒

Yuri is typing…

Yuri : duh. i need ur advice 😭 this man is messing with my head.

You sigh—of course, she would want to meet up to talk to him and ask you about dating advice or how to get Yoongi to notice her. It’s all she has ever talked about these past few months, and you are fucking over it.

Hearing your best friend talk about the man you secretly love, and ask you for advice on how to get him for yourself is never pleasant. Especially when you know she’s much more likely to win his heart that you so seek.

With a groan and a heavy heart, you answer.

You : sure. wanna watch a movie?

Yuri : come to my dorm then? i’m gonna have a lazy day today lol.

You : ok. be there soon.

Yuri : all right xo

“Hey, doll, is your roommate here?” Yoongi suddenly asks, leaning on your doorframe, and you almost let your phone fall to your face at the surprise.

“Shit, uh, I dunno. She kind of always comes and goes. Why?” You ask while Yoongi crosses his arms, and you fight the urge to not drool at the sight of him with only his sweatpants on and jewellery still attached to his half-naked body.

“Heard a lot of moaning from the other room. Maybe she’s watching porn or something.”

You laugh out loud, throwing your head back at his comment, “She’s not watching porn, Yoongi, she’s having sex.”

“At nine in the morning?!”

You giggle and you can’t help but coo at his opened lips and widened eyes. “People have morning sex, Yoongi. And my roommate is a bit of a sex addict.”

“Who’s your roommate?”

“Haneul—“

“___!” You hear a high-pitched voice coming from the other side of your dorm, and you immediately freeze on your spot once you see your roommate.

“Where are the goddamn condoms?! I’m trying to fuck here—Min Yoongi?!” Your roommate’s eyes widen, and Yoongi smirks before lazily waving at your roommate.

“Do I know you?”

Your roommate scoffs, “No, But I know you.” Haneul scoffs, scrunching her face in disgust as she eyes Yoongi up and down, “What are you doing in ___’s room—wait, what the fuck?!”

Your roommate’s eyes widen as she turns her head to you, and you only gulp thickly, your hands starting to tremble once you realise the situation you have been caught in.

You know Haneul doesn’t like Yoongi, she has vebalized her distaste for him countless times within the past month, and whenever his name slipped Yuri’s lips, she was fast to roll her eyes and fake gag.

She told you how Yoongi once fucked one of her best friends, and left her hanging the very next day, not even bothering to answer any of the texts she sent weeks later, something he commonly did with his one-night stands, and how devastated it left her friend.

Since then, Haneul can’t even hear his name and she’s already rolling her eyes or scrunching her face in disgust.

It’s a bit hypocritical of her, really, since she’s done the same thing to the men and women she sleeps with, but who are you to call on her shit?

“Um, it’s—it’s not what it looks like!” You immediately blurt out, your hands starting to shake and your lungs constricting when you catch her widened eyes, a drop of cold sweat threatening to run through your forehead.

You look to Yoongi, desperation inside your pupils when you stare into his calm eyes, praying that he understands you want him to lie for you, tell Haneul anything that denies her obvious suspicion that you two have slept together.

“Yeah. We had a project together and I accidentally slept in. As if I would ever do her.” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Oh.

Your heart dies a little at his words.

You can’t stop the thoughts that take over your mind. Is it really what he thinks?

Deep down, you know it’s true—you and him aren’t a match, it was never even supposed to happen in the first place.

But the universe is harsh, promising a cursed future for your heart, destined to seek its destruction within a love not reciprocated. Cursed to deteriorate within the empty kisses of lust your soul thought to be the love you started to feel.

He’s everything, he’s the centre of everyone’s attention, he’s the moon every poet praises, and you’re nothing but the rain.

The one that everyone dreads.

“She’s too good of a person to ever sleep with you.” Haneul snarls, a look of disgust plastered on her face, and Yoongi’s lips twitch—you know he wants to smirk. To tease you and tell her he’s the one you meet after hours when you text her you’re doing a late shift at the coffee shop you work at, or that you’re staying late in the library to study.

“Whatever. I’m leaving, anyway.” Yoongi huffs, turning to grab his shirt from the ground, and then he turns to you, “Text me the final results, K?”

Yoongi gets out of your room, bumping his shoulder with Haneul, and she only scoffs, throwing daggers at his back as he walks to your dorm’s exit.

“What a fucking prick.” Haneul rolls her eyes, “It must be hell working with that bastard. Anyway, where are the condoms again?”

You point to your bedside table, “Second drawer.”

Haneul immediately opens the drawer, and gets a packet, examining it, “Hm, the dick isn’t this large but it’ll do. Thanks, babe!” You laugh, throwing your head back, and your roommate runs toward her room where her dick appointment—as she calls them—awaits on her bed.

You feel your phone vibrate on your hand, and your heart squeezes once you see the name plastered on your screen. You forgot about your encounter with Yuri.

  Yuri : bitch where tf are you????

You : sorryyy, i got caught up on some studies from my last lecture.

Yuri : jesus you don’t have a life.

You : 😒

Yuri : whatever. if you don’t hurry up i’ll choose the movie alone…..

You : oh hell no!!!!

You : be there in ten

Yuri : that’s what i thought

You roll your eyes and put on a baggy grey sweater and the Radiohead shirt you stole from your older brother before grabbing your flip-flops and heading out of your room.

You know you don’t look flattering in the slightest, and if you went out in the wild, people would look at you with the most disgusted and judging faces, but Yuri’s apartment is not even two minutes from yours.

You pass through your roommate’s room, and immediately scrunch your face at the loud moans and loud squeak of the bed.

You’re grateful that your bed doesn’t squeak like Haneul’s, or else you’d be screwed.

You’re finally out of your apartment, and once you reach Yuri’s, you knock only once and she’s already opening the door for you.

“Bitch, I need your help.” You stare at Yuri—she’s just like you, with her hair a mess and baggy clothes, yet, there’s a difference.

She still looks amazing, and well, you look like a fucking witch.

Oh, how unfair is life, huh?

Yuri grabs your arm and leads you to her mini sofa, and your stomach twists as it awaits for his name to come out of her lips, the name you were chanting like a mantra at the devilish hours of last night.

“I need your help with Yoongi,” Yuri whines as she bounces on the couch, and you sit beside her, a sigh leaving your lips as you groan loudly.

“I know, I know. But, fuck, this crush on him might be getting deeper.” Your eyes shift to the ground as she continues, “Jimin asked to fuck me again, and I said no because I was waiting for Yoongi to appear. I said no to Jimin, ___!”

Jimin and Yuri had been in a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement for many months now. You knew Jimin wanted something more, but Yuri’s eyes only shifted toward Yoongi, and he accepted it because if having sex was the only way to have Yuri, then he would gladly do it, even if his heart shattered in the process.

You remember when he told you this, you thought he was a fool, an idiot—who in their right mind would let themselves be hurt just to be close to the one who harms them?

“There are plenty of other fish in the sea”, you told him then.

“But she’s the only one I want.” He replied while sighing.

Oh, how you wish you didn’t understand Jimin today—how you wish you didn’t find stars in Yoongi’s eyes, ones that cursed you to find solace in them, when they didn’t even shine for you.

“I’m absolutely fucked. Why does one dick have me like this?” Yuri groans, grabbing her hair in frustration.

You ignore the burn in your throat, and try to give her the advice you usually would—you were always good with giving other people advice, even when you yourself didn’t really follow them.

“You gotta stop thinking about him too much. He’s a fucking asshole, dude. He’s probably out there fucking another girl right now, and you’re here whining because of him. You’re better than him, Yuri.”

You absolutely want to throw up as the words spill out of your mouth, you are no better than the the devil. How did you reach this point of fucking your best friend’s crush?

“Ugh,” She groans, passing her hands through her smooth black hair, “I kind of…..texted him yesterday, asking him to meet me at the locker room, and he didn’t answer yet. I bet it’s that bitch Yena’s fault. I should have kicked her off the team when I had the chance. She can’t even do a backflip properly.” Yuri scoffs, and your blood runs cold at her words.

So much information for your little, fragile heart, that aches at her words as you imagine Yoongi placing the hands that were on your skin mere hours ago, on another, better woman’s body.

“Can we just, like, watch the film and not talk about Yoongi? I-I don’t even know the dude and I already hate him.” You scoff, crossing your arms against your chest, and Yuri sighs, resting her head on your shoulder as she starts browsing Netflix’s catalogue.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m talking way too much about him,” Yuri sighs once more, “But what about you? Don’t you think Namjoon would be a good guy for you?”

Yuri lifts her eyebrows twice suggestively, and you roll your eyes, “You only want me and him to work out so you can get closer to Yoongi.”

“That may be partially true, but you and him make such a good couple! You both are nerds and love to study and y’know, you guys just match!” Yuri lightly hits your shoulder and you can’t help but scoff at her words.

Namjoon is an attractive guy, and maybe if you weren’t so caught up with the forbidden fruit that is Yoongi, you would see him in a different light—but you can’t, not when only one pair of brown, majestically beautiful eyes are the only thing in your mind.

“I don’t like him that way, Yuri, so just drop it, alright?”

Yuri groans, “All right, whatever. What movie do you wanna watch, anyway?”

“Scream?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Ugh, why are the options always fucking junk food?” Yuri groans as you both put your trays on top of the wooden table, and you can’t help but giggle at your best friend’s frustration.

“You could’ve gotten just the salad on the other side of the cafeteria.”

Yuri rolls her eyes as Yuri takes a harsh bite out of her mozzarella pizza, “Please stop making sense right now and let me put my anger on this uni’s horrible food options.”

You giggle, taking the softest bite out of your hotdog, “Jeez, what’s got your panties in a twist?

“Please, never say that again.” Yuri scrunches her face and you snicker, taking another bite of your hotdog as you wait for your best friend to stop her dramatic sigh before she talks again. “I saw that bitch Yena all over Yoongi today.”

Yuri scoffs, and you almost choke on your hotdog when the sentence slips out of your best friend’s mouth, “She’s such a fucking slut. She was basically flashing her tits to him, thank fuck he wasn’t even paying attention.”

The smallest sense of relief washes over your body when she tells you Yoongi wasn’t paying attention, and the smallest part of your heart hopes he wasn’t paying attention because his eyes were only set on you, but you knew that to be false.

You would never be the first he would ever really see, even if you so wish for it when the clock strikes midnight and tears threaten to fall down from your eyes as you remember his careless whispers.

“Aren’t you being a lil’ too harsh? It’s not like you don’t do the same thing….” You mumble through your food, and Yuri looks at you with widened betrayed eyes.

“You’re supposed to be agreeing with me, not being the voice of reason. God, you can be so fucking annoying at times.” Yuri rolls her eyes, and you sink into your seat.

Yuri was a good friend, she truly was.

You’ve been friends ever since you both met in your freshman year of high school, but you can always forget just how mean she can be when she doesn’t get her way or hears exactly what she doesn’t want to.

And you still can’t understand how you don’t fight back.

You know you’ve got the sassy comeback on your lips, you know how to shut her up in a second, and if it were anybody else, you’d spit it out with no hesitation.

And yet, you stand here, with your stomach burning in shame as you sink into your seat while silently eating your hot dog.

“Holy shit, Namjoon’s here!”

Your eyes widen as Yuri smirks, “Wait, Yuri, no—”

“Namjoon!” Yuri calls out, waving her arm with a smile on her face, and Namjoon visibly flinches, almost dropping his tray on the floor. He looks at your table with wide eyes, and you hide your face in your palms, groaning loudly at your best friend’s actions.

“Oh, hey ___, hey Yuri.” Namjoon flashes his smile, cute dimples appearing on each of his cheeks, and if your heart wasn’t so caught up in the forbidden fruit that is his friend Min Yoongi, you know your heart would have faintly flickered at his cuteness.

Yuri licks her lip, flashing her best fake smile to the man before you, the one that was enough to make so many men weak on their knees. “Doesn’t ___ look so pretty today?”

Your face heats up at her words, and you hesitantly look up to see Namjoon smiling at you, you could only wish it was his gummy smile in front of you.

“Yeah. You look cute, ____. Is that a new shirt?”

You slowly nod your head, a small smile tugging on your lips, “Yeah, actually. I bought it from—”

“So, Namjoon, do you know where Yoongi is?” Yuri flutters her eyes, ever so slowly tracing her nails on the man’s hand, and you internally roll her eyes. Yuri’s oldest trick in the book, and somehow, it works on every single guy.

Namjoon's cheeks turn into a faint pink, “U-um, I don’t know, I-I texted him today and—”

“Namjoon!” A deep voice calls Namjoon from the other side of the cafeteria, and your heart stops as you realise it’s just the man whom your heart bleeds for every day of your life.

Min Yoongi.

You watch with the heaviest heart as Yuri’s eyes glisten when the basketball captain comes into her field of vision, and bile threatens to burn your throat as you realise you aren’t the only one to feel so moved for the man.

“Oh hey, Yuri.” Yoongi greets your best friend and bites his lip once he turns to you—you know it’s tortuous for him to hold back his teasing whenever he sees you, but you glare at him, silently threatening him.

“Hey—”

“Oh, Yoongi! I don’t think you know her yet, but this is my best friend, ____.” Yuri giggles, and Yoongi smirks, putting his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

“Oh, I know who she is.” Yoongi licks his lips, “Hey, ____.”

You visibly gulp the lump that suddenly formed in your throat as he stares at you with those tempting cat-like eyes, and you feel the world stopping, your lungs failing to let any more oxygen in as you stare at each other for the fewest milliseconds before your best friend is talking again with her high-pitched voice.

“Oh, you do?” Yuri turns her head innocently, and you want to laugh at just how fake she can be. You always thought she should’ve been an actress with her amazing skills. “Well, that doesn’t matter. Do you guys wanna eat with us?”

“Um, I don’t think Yoon—“

“Yeah, sure,” Yoongi says, immediately cutting Namjoon off, who looks at Yoongi with widened eyes.

Namjoon slowly pulled a chair next to you as Yoongi got the chair next to Yuri, who silently squealed at his action.

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows as he stares at Yoongi in front of him.

He knows his best friend like the palm of his hand, and he knows Yoongi would rather be caught dead than be with anyone at this time of the day. The basketball player has no patience for anyone before his meal, and even worse before he has his first coffee of the day.

For fuck’s sake, the player had just shoved Yena off mere moments ago, and she’s notorious for being one of the campus’ hottest girls, with huge tits Namjoon would give up the world to be able to suck.

Yet, now he’s here, willingly sitting beside Yuri, his hottest yet most annoying hookup, before eating his lunch.

Namjoon waits for the scowl from his best friend’s lips, but all he does is bite it as he sits beside Yuri.

As Namjoon stares at his best friend and Yuri who stands before him with the sparkliest eyes Namjoon’s ever seen, something clicks inside the man.

A lightbulb. An epiphany.

Namjoon’s jaw drops to the floor.

Yoongi fucking likes Yuri.

Yoongi leans on his chair, crossing his arms on his chest as he stares at the woman in front of him, you and your heart beat so fast, that you could swear your vision almost starts to fall as you stare at the man before you.

“So, Yoongi, how’s practice going for you? Do you think you’ll win on Friday?”

Yoongi scoffs lightly, a familiar cocky smirk resting on his lips as he turns his head to Yuri, and a venomous feeling courses through your veins.

You can’t help but wonder what passes through his mind when he stares at her. Does he think she’s beautiful?

More beautiful than you?

You know that’s what everyone thinks, and not even you can deny it—Yuri is ethereal, the most angelic features adorning her face, and you know you could never compare to that.

“Of course, we’ll win. My team is the fuckin’ best.”

Yuri giggles, slowly placing her slim, almost angelic hands on top of Yoongi’s arm, “Of course you will! I’m training my girls to put on the best dance for your victory on Friday.”

You expect Yoongi to stutter, to fall like putty to Yuri’s touch, and yet, he easily withdraws his arm from her angelic hand.

Yuri visibly frowns at that, and you see the faintest glimpse of rage from her eyes before it’s back to the sparkles of admiration as she stares at the basketball player beside her.

You silently sigh as you take another bite of your hotdog.

You will always be invisible next to Yuri, won’t you?

Are you so cursed, that the man you so love, that your heart cries for every night, prefers your mesmerizing best friend over you?

You love Yuri, you truly do, but you could only wish that for once in your life, she wasn’t the one to be picked. That you’d for once be visible in the eyes you so want, but you know she’s the only one he will seek.

It’s always been like that. A cruel fate that is written by destiny itself.

It has happened so many times before.

Your crush from high school asked her out for prom and you stood there, watching the scene as your heart broke for the first time.

It happened too with your first lab partner whom you developed the smallest crush on during freshman year of college, who asked Yuri out on a date while at the same party where you decided to confess your slight feelings for him.

And the last time it happened was with your gym crush.

You thought this time, he wouldn’t fall into Yuri's clutches, since she didn’t go to the same gym as you—but what are the chances that she suddenly decides to join you for one of your workouts?

And the minute Yuri’s stepped into the gym, you saw your gym crush’s eyes fall on her, and it didn’t take long until he asked for her number, and the following week, she told you every detail about how thoroughly he fucked her, and she explained how she dumped him because he wasn’t Yoongi.

The worst part is, she knew you liked them all.

And you know Yoongi will fall for her charm. He will slip out of your hands so easily, all that will remain are the memories of him that will be as distant as mercury is to neptune.

Forced to watch destiny engrave their names together on the moon while you burn like the sun that is your love for the man that will never be yours.

You’re so caught up in your own little world, you almost jump once you feel your phone vibrating on your pocket, and your heart jumps from your chest once you read the name lingering on your screen.

Your cheeks heat up, and your eyes shift to Yoongi in front of you, who gives you the tiniest glance while his luscious lips form the devilish smirk you will never admit arouses you.

You quickly turn your head to Yuri, your fast heart pulsating on your ears as adrenaline rushes through your system, and the slightest relief washes through you when you realise she’s talking about herself to Yoongi, who doesn’t even pay attention to her hand on his arm, but instead, the phone on his hand under the wooden table.

Your eyes widen while your breath hitches at his lewd words—how could he have the courage to send such a thing when your best friend is beside him, trying her best siren-like tricks to seduce him.

“Hey, Yoongi. Are you listening?”

Yoongi turns his head up to your best friend, and his face is so cold and indifferent, it sends shivers through your spine.

“Sure.”

“Who are you texting?” Yuri asks with her best innocent voice, and Yoongi immediately shuts his phone off when your friend tries to get a peek of his screen. “Is it……Is it Yena?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Yuri’s face immediately falls, and your eyes widen at his sharpness.

It’s been some time since you’ve seen this part of him, you almost forgot just how much his words could cut anyone’s heart like a knife while his eyes held no remorse for it.

You’re an awful liar, aren’t you?

Of course you need him, but not in the ways he thinks—your heart needs him so your river can flow, so your moon can shine on your body, so your nerves can find the only calmness it needs, and that only happens when you’re next to him.

You sigh, and send another message, asking him to stop it, and he only texts back with a cold ‘K’.

You put your phone back in your back pocket, and when you shift your head, your eyes unexpectedly catch Yoongi’s brown ones, that hold a glint of mischief behind tem, and you know he wants to tease you, to whisper in your ear the many positions he will take you in, to make you flushed with his words for everyone to see.

But he knows he can’t, and when he shifts his eyes to your best friend beside him, your soul screams for him again, for his attention on you, because you know briefness is the only thing you, the invisible one, will ever get from him.

“I gotta go to my next lecture. See you, Joon.”

Namjoon awkwardly waves to Yoongi as he takes a big bite of his pizza, his mind wondering why his best friend had acted so strange, so unlike him.

Namjoon knows Yoongi never liked Yuri—he always complained how that girl couldn’t hop off his dick for the life of her, and how she’s the least favourite of his many hookups. And yet, now he willingly sits next to her?

Yoongi is known to not care for his hookups—he doesn’t even like talking to them unless he’s at a party or just horny.

Namjoon doesn’t blame his friend—Yuri, although incredibly annoying, is a beautiful, fucking hot woman.

“Uh, I’ll be going too. It was great seeing you two.” Namjoon gives you two his friendliest smile, and you wave goodbye as he steps up from his chair and leaves your table, leaving you and a fuming Yuri alone.

‘Oh fuck.’ You gulp when seeing your best friend’s eye twitch.

“He was totally texting that slut Yena.” Yuri clenches her teeth, and suddenly it’s hard for you to breathe while your heart picks up its pace once again.

You feel like a traitor in the court of friendship, a clandestine lover of the very person who had captured your heart, knowing he will squeeze its life out every minute that passes by while you love him so.

You knew how much your best friend liked him, how much she pined for him, and yet, you still chose to forbiddenly develop a storm of emotions for the same man that never chose to look you in the eye before that night.

And you became the secret villain in the story you never intended to write, the monster that fell for the same man your best friend held sparkly eyes for.

Your stomach burns with the guilt that swallows you whole as you stare into oblivion while Yuri shamelessly tears Yena apart, and you can’t help but wonder what she would do to you if she ever found out what you and Yoongi did after hours.

With a sigh, you swallow the tear of shame that threatens to slip out of your guilt-filled eyes.

“I don’t even understand what he sees in her. Besides her boobs, she’s just an ugly whore desperate for attention. I am so much better than her and he doesn’t even pay attention to me.” Yuri scoffs, crossing her arms against her chest as she lets all her anger out while you stand there absentminded.

“Are you even listening?!” Yuri growls, scoffing once more when she sees you flinch.

“Shit, sorry, I kinda dissociated there.” You chuckle nervously, and Yuri hums.

“Were you thinking of Namjoon?” Yuri smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“No, I was thinking of all the assignments I have due. You gotta stop trying to make me and Namjoon work dude, we’re both not interested.”

Yuri rolls her eyes and fake gags, “Lord, you’re so fucking boring. You need a dick to take that stick out of your ass.”

“I’m not interested, thanks.”

Yuri rolls her eyes, and before she can say any thing else, a voice cuts her off by calling her name.

“Yuri!”

Yuri slaps her face while groaning, and you turn your head to find a blue-haired man walking toward your table.

Park Jimin.

You snicker at Yuri’s state, and her groans get louder as Jimin gets closer to your table.

“Hey, Yuri.” Jimin smiles while taking the seat Yoongi was in before, and Yuri rolls her eyes.

“Jimin, if you wanna fuck, I can’t right now. Go ask Mina, or something.” Yuri grumbles while looking at her red nails, and your eyes fill with pity was you watch Jimin’s mouth turn into the slightest frown.

“I don’t wanna fuck, Yuri. Can’t I just come here and talk to you?” Jimin sighs, and looks at your before waving, “Oh, hey, ____. Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

You chuckle, crossing your arms against your chest, “Hey, Jimin. No worries.”

Jimin turns his head to Yuri, the oh so familiar shimmer inside his eyes as he stares at your best friend, “You look fucking beautiful—”

“Whatever. I have some boring math lecture now, so I gotta go. You wanna watch my training later?”

You shake your head with a sigh, and Jimin’s eyes shift to the ground, “Can’t, I have a shift at the cafe tonight.”

“Ugh, fine.” Yuri rolls her eyes and grabs her tray before stepping out of her seat, “Say hi to Taehyung for me.”

You chuckle lightly, “Sure. See you.”

“Bye, bitch.”

As you watch Yuri walk away, you sigh heavily, your heart heavier than a rock, guilt tightening its grip on your chest as you stare at your food.

“I’m so fucking pathetic.” Jimin groans into his palms, and you watch him with a clenching heart.

“You gotta give up, man. She’s not gonna change fo you.” You purse your lips, your stomach turning at the advice that comes out of your mouth, and Jimin sighs.

“I can’t, dammit.” Jimin slams his hand on the table, and you flinch, guilt eating you alive as your mind screams how much of a hypocrite you are.

“Why do you even love her so much?”

Jimin chuckles before letting out a deep breath, “I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, if you truly don’t know, then….”

Jimin gulps while looking at the ground.

You know the look in his eyes from a mile away—shame.

“Gotta go. It was nice seeing you, ____. See you later.”

You smile tightly while waving slightly, “See you, Jimin.”

As Jimin walks away, your fingers go to your throbbing temple.

Until when are you going to sustain the weight of guilt before you crumble?

“What’s up with you today?” Taehyung asks in a rushed whisper, and you hum while pressing the button on the machine.

“What do you mean?” You ask, never taking your eyes off the cup as it fills with coffee, and Taehyung sighs. You were always a tough one to crack.

“I literally saw you put whipped cream on an Iced Americano. You are clearly not okay. What the hell happened?”

“It’s none of your business, Taehyung.” You roll your eyes, and Taehyung scoffs, but he’s not taken aback by your rudeness, no, it only fuels the curiosity inside him.

You and Taehyung worked together in the cafe right beside your campus and he was a great colleague. Attentive, fun to be around, a little too bubbly for your liking at times, but nothing you couldn’t tolerate.

But Taehyung was always a curious guy, and although it could be funny at times to know some gossip during your working hours, it was never fun whenever he mingled in your business.

“Tsk,” Taehyung clicks his tongue, “Something’s going on, and I will find out, ____.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, grabbing no lactose milk beside you, and praying Taehyung would leave you alone.

“Wanna hear some gossip to cheer you up?” Taehyung smirks, and you sigh while nodding your head—if this was going to let him get away from you, then, of course, you would hear a silly little gossip you would later forget.

“Y’know Min Yoongi?”

Your heart suddenly stops at the name that slips from Taehyung’s lips.

“Yeah. Who doesn’t?” You snort, and Taehyung chuckles.

“True. Anyway, there’s a rumour he’s fucking someone from the cheer squad. Just thought I’d let you know, cause, well…..your friend, Yuri…..”

Everyone on campus knows about Yuri’s obsessive crush on Yoongi.

She made sure to remind each girl she saw him hooking up with that he was hers. Rumours about the crazy head cheerleader spread like wildfire at the beginning of your sophomore year after Yuri ‘accidentally’ tripped a girl over in the hallway and hissed a loud ‘slut’ while doing so.

The girl later overheard you scolding Yuri for doing that to the innocent girl because she saw her and Yoongi having sex in his car after cheerleading practice, and she spread to everyone just how crazy Yuri is.

You never saw the girl again, rumours say she transferred to another university.

You gulp thickly, a burn suddenly forming on your throat, but before you can even answer, another one of your co-workers, Eunchae, rapidly speaks up, “Who’s fucking who? I smelled gossip from a mile away.”

You roll your eyes, both your co-workers are suckers for gossip, and you sometimes question your own sanity whenever you are near them.

Taehyung chuckles, “Oh, just a rumour that Yoongi’s fucking someone from the cheerleading squad.”

Eunchae chuckles, “Ah, Min Yoongi. Best dick I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes widen, and Taehyung’s mouth drops before he talks again, “What the fuck, he got you too?”

“It was, like, many, many months ago. That man fucked me so good I accidentally said ‘I love you’ while orgasming.”

Taehyung makes a dramatic gag expression, “Ew. TMI, Eunchae. That’s my friend you’re talking about.”

Ah yes, Taehyung is a basketball player on the college’s team, one that Min Yoongi is the captain of, and is part of the same friend group as Yoongi.

When you first started working in this little cafe months ago and you saw Taehyung for the first time, you internally groaned, thinking he would be a cocky shit like some of his teammates, but he surprised you by being an annoying cinnamon roll you learned to like.

You still can’t understand how he and Yoongi are even in the same friend group. You know they aren’t super close, not like Taehyung is with Jungkook, or Yoongi is with Hoseok and Namjoon, but they are still friends.

How could Taehyung, the sweet yet irritating man, even be in the same space as the cocky asshole that is Min Yoongi?

“You said I love you to him?” You laugh a little too loud, and Eunchae sighs heavily.

“Yeah. Haven’t talked to him since. I sometimes miss his dick, though.” Eunchae sighs once more, entering a daydream state, and Taehyung scoffs while crossing his arms against his chest.

“I don’t get it. He fucks literally everyone and has every girl after him. Like, what the fuck am I doing wrong?” Taehyung cutely pouts, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes—Kim Taehyung is a fun man to be around sometimes, but holy fuck, can he get on your nerves.

“Ugh. Taehyung, Stop acting like you get no bitches when I literally saw you fucking that girl at that party last week.” You hiss—you’re sick and tired of Kim Taehyung acting like he doesn’t get any women when the man looks like a fallen angel. You’ve heard so many people talking about how they had a crush on him, and yet here he is, acting like he doesn’t fuck a new girl every other week.

However, unlike Min Yoongi, Taehyung is known to be sweet to his hookups, and you still can’t understand how no one hasn’t fallen in love with him yet.

“Yeah, and she asked me if Yoongi was single after we had sex. She had all of this,” Taehyung points at his body, more specifically his dick, and both you and Eunchae scrunch your faces in repulsion, “And still had the nerve to ask about Yoongi.”

“Oh shit. What did you do?” Eunchae asks with a lifted eyebrow and Taehyung gulps.

His eyes shift to the floor, and he mutters, “I gave her his number.”

“You did what?!” Eunchae shouts while you sigh disappointingly, passing your palms through your face, and Taehyung pouts.

“I just—What should I have done? Tell her to go fuck herself after we literally just fucked?!”

Eunchae scoffs, “Duh, that’s what I’d do.”

“And she’d probably spread to everyone what an ‘asshole’ I am. I gotta keep my clean reputation, y’know?”

Eunchae snorts, and you can’t help the small giggle you let out, “What reputation?”

“You’re being mean, ____.”

“And you were dumb as fuck, Tae.” You shrug, and Taehyung whines.

“Whatever,” He huffs, “I still don’t get how every single woman is down bad for him. Your friend Yuri, the whole cheerleading squad, and every single woman I kiss talks about him. At this point ___ is the only one he hasn’t fucked.”

You almost let the coffee in your hands spill on your uniform, and you clear your throat.

Oh, if only Taehyung knew.

“And how do you know that?”

Taehyung scoffs, looking at you as if what you asked was the most absurd thing in the world, “You’re not his type.”

Eunchae squints her eyes, “And what is his type?”

Taehyung sighs, “Confident, annoying, kinda bratty, big ass, hot as fuck, maybe even a little slutty. Basically the opposite of our precious ____ here. And you’re just too good to fuck an asshole like yoongi.”

‘Why does everyone keep saying that?’ Your eyebrows scrunch, and your heart falls to your stomach at his words.

“I’d say your friend Yuri is the perfect example of his type. She’s fuckin’ hot—“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You grumble, angrily putting your coffee on the counter, and Taehyung furrows his eyebrows in confusion while Eunchae mentally slaps her forehead.

You turn your head to your friends, your eyes starting to sting more with every second that passes, “Uh, I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back.”

You quickly head to the bathroom, and you completely fall apart once the door closes. Your hand covers your mouth, hoping to muffle your small whimpers.

Your tears were a silent confession to the pain that had become your constant companion. You shouldn’t be like this, crying over a man that isn’t even close to being yours.

You know you aren’t his type, that people like you aren’t supposed to be with him—it’s against the law of nature, of the way life is written by destiny.

Taehyung is right—you aren’t his type. You are not Yuri; you were not even second to her beauty, you were the third, fourth, fifth, the one to hide behind the scenes as people like Yoongi and Yuri shined on stage.

That truth was a dagger, piercing through your soul with every heartbeat.

Yoongi doesn’t love you, his world doesn’t pulsate for you, his heart doesn’t flicker for your quirks.

You feel your phone buzz inside your pocket, and you grab it, only for your heart to sink even more when you see the name displayed on your screen.

‘Speaking of the devil himself,’ you think to yourself.

Yoongi 👎 : hey doll

Yoongi 👎 : what r u doing rn?

You sniffle, typing fast while drops of your silent tears stain your phone’s screen.

You : i’m at work

You : but i think i’ll be leaving early.

Yoongi 👎 is typing…..

Yoongi : everything ok?

You smile, your erratic nerves calming down as you wipe the drops of salty water on your cheeks.

You : i’m just not feeling too well

Yoongi 👎 : :(

You : why’d u ask?

Yoongi 👎 is typing…..

Yoongi 👎 : i’m bored as fuck. hobi and i were practising for friday but he left me here alone bc of some emergency with his gf.

Yoongi 👎 : i swear that woman is taking him away from me.

Yoongi 👎 : u wanna come here?

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Study Partner

An alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. At a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades.

word count: 2.820

warning: smut, reader is naked majority of the time, porn with little plot, facial, oral sex, saliva, voyeurism, public indecency, masturbation, creampie, anal, double penetration, drooling, cum swallowing, handjobs, overstimulation

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Alternate Universe

"Congratulations students." says the dean, hands clapping together. He was a short and fat man with round glasses on his face. "On being in the top 10% of students with the highest grades."

Jungkook held his head in his hands and released a sigh. His eyes boredly watched his death on the flat screen television in the classroom he sat. On a Saturday of all days.

"You'd think we'd get a medal or something." Jimin scoffs. "Instead of being forced inside of a classroom on the weekend."

The top 10% of students were only 1,000 out of the 10,000 attending the private university. It was a University their parents attended and even their grandparents, fully funded by the elite last names that attended throughout decades. While the school remained vacant with the rest of the students attending, only the 1,000 students were permitted on University grounds. Guards lined up outside the gates and ID'd each student as they entered and were instructed to show where they would be for the day.

"Why'd they separate us?" asks Taehyung, seated with his leg on another desk. "Having 5 in a room seems like such a hassle."

Hoseok hums in agreement.

"You all must be confused as to why you're here on a free day, but you'll be confused no longer. We have separated you to the correct rooms where each of you will be awarded for your grades." the dean smiles, a sinister wide smile. 

Hoseok's eyes the windows to the right of the room, showing the hallway of the University. It soon litters with women and men all around the same ages - and all naked.

The television turns black and the door that held the five men - Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - swings open. A guard strolls in and behind him, a woman - you. You're naked like the rest, nipples perky and erect as you bounced inside cheerfully. 

"Studying starts now. Lunch will be in the next two hours." the guard says, and like clockwork, the television displays a countdown. 

The guard closes the door and you smile at the faces of the five men inside, all confused and bewildered.

"Hello." you wave to them, but neither of them respond. "I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on."

"Yes, we are." Jungkook murmurs, but his eyes glue themselves to your exposed clit. It feels dirty to stare at you, especially in front of his hyungs.

"I'm Y/N. I'm a study partner." you began to speak, making your way closer to them. "You as the top 10% of students are being rewarded for keeping your grades high."

"With...?" Jimin questions. But he's sure he knows the answer. 

"Sex." you answer coolly. "You can do anything you want with me, of course." you smile cutely and Jimin reddens. "All at once or one at a time."

Taehyung shakes his head and snickers. "This is crazy." but he feels his cock twitch with excitement. 

"It is." you agree. "But it's a reward for working so hard. So today, you'll use me for whatever desires you have."

You're already naked, so it doesn't take long for you to stroll to the closest person - Park Jimin. You lift your leg to place your knee upon his desk, pussy - glistening and wet - flashing him. 

Jimin gulps visibly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes don't glance away from you to know that they're eight eyes upon him and you. 

You grasp Jimin's hand and place it upon your naked breast. These men weren't going to take the first move, and you didn't blame them. It was a tradition spawning decades that study partners will be gifted to elite students with the highest grades. The tradition itself is left a secret until the time comes, former alumni vowing to not reveal it. You would never forget the look on the faces of those prior to the five men - bewildered but willing.

"Let me take care of you, Jimin-ssi." you murmur.

Jungkook feels his pants grow tighter at the sight of you and Jimin, eyes wide and body frozen in shock. You place your lips upon Jimin, hand encouraging him to fondle your breast - and when Jimin does your throat allows you to moan in satisfaction.

Taehyung doesn't recall how long you and Jimin kiss, it's all a blur to him. What he does know is that he blinks and you're upon your knees, ass high into the air and your lips are around Jimin's cock. You waste no time gagging upon it, reaching it deep into your throat like a pro.

Jimin's moaning, eyes snapping shut. Your mouth was amazing and your throat proved to be even better.

"You're so hard, Jimin-ssi." you swipe your tongue against the tip of his cock teasingly. "Is what I'm doing making you this hard?"

Jimin nods hastily. He was breathing heavily and sweating. He feels you take him in your mouth once more, this time slobbering messily upon his cock, even taking it out and slapping yourself with it a few times the way you knew he liked it - never revealing to any of them how you know their kinks.

Hoseok doesn't stop himself from reaching into his sweats. He was but a man, and watching you pleasure Jimin to the point the man is twitching in his seat is hot. He wraps a hand around his cock and pumps, eyes on your pussy clenching on nothing - oh how he wished it was his cock you were clenching around.

"If you keep sucking like that I'm gonna cum." Jimin hisses, groaning at the way your mouth suctions around his cock.

Jimin is coming undone and you do nothing but suck harder. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and pump him while you suck and soon Jimin is twitching harder in his seat.

Jimin peaks his eyes open as he's cumming to witness your smiling face, cum dripping out of his cock and right onto your lips. You were enjoying this - you had to be. Initially, he assumed you were doing this for the money - and with working for a private elite school, the money was amazing. But you truly enjoyed pleasuring him - and for that he found it more worthwhile. The cum drips down your chin and onto your chest.

Jimin falls limp into his seat while you lick the remaining cum from your lips. 

Namjoon is the first to react. He - like Hoseok - was but a man and already had his cock out and ready. He quickly grasps you from your position and hoists you up. You yelp, but turn to face the tall man. 

"You're so cute when you're horny." you murmur to Namjoon, and before he can react to your words you push him besides Jimin in an empty seat. You sit upon him, both legs on either side of him. Your clit is dripping with excitement when you rub it against his cock, and Namjoon swallows as you do so. "You know, I have been assigned to you all since you started."

Namjoon's ears perk, as do the other four men.

"They allowed me to study each of you. They showed me pictures and I just knew I couldn't wait to have you." you continue to grind against Namjoon while his hands dig into the skin of your hips. "I prepared myself for this moment and I won't stop until I've satisfied each of you."

You pushed yourself onto Namjoon's tip, entering it inside of you.

Namjoon grunts, eyes glued to your bouncing breast as you adjusted to his size. Your pussy was hot and wet and his cock felt as if it was going to melt - and could he truly be angered if it did?

You embrace Namjoon, both arms tugging him closer to you. Your breast suffocates him as you bounce atop of him, but he doesn't care. He cannot bring himself to. All he does care about is the way your pussy is making him feel - as if he could cum any moment now and wouldn't be ashamed by how quick it was.

Hoseok was the next to follow. His cock felt ready to explode at the sight of you and Namjoon and waiting for his turn was not an option. He tugs you off of Namjoon, but the only one upset about it is the man and not you. You instead giggle at his action.

Hoseok pushes you upon a glaring Namjoon and enters you, wasting no time to crack his hips inside of you at a brutal pace. Your hands clench Namjoon's shoulders for support. Your moans filled the room along with Hoseok's brutal thrusts. Your pussy is dripping slick down your thighs, but you do nothing but beg for more and more - needing to be filled by the man. 

Your breasts clap against one another loudly when Hoseok yanks you by your neck closer to him. Namjoon takes this opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth and suck, left hand cupping your wet clit. He rubs circles on your clit and you're coming undone right before their eyes - and the eyes of Taehyung and Jungkook. 

"I'm gonna cum!" You wail, legs shaking in great pleasure. Hoseok's cock was so big and he knew just how to fuck you - deep and hard just how you loved it. Namjoon's fingers playing with your clit as he sucked and bite at your breast was the icing on top, and just as Hoseok shoots his cum into you, you're squirting against Namjoon's hand, a long cry of satisfaction leaving your lips.

"It's my turn!" Jungkook hisses, cock out and ready to pounce, but Namjoon shakes his head.

"Hobi took my turn." Namjoon retorts.

"You let him." Jungkook rolls his eyes and he's already grabbing you by your arm when Namjoon tugs you closer to him.

"I can take the both of you." you moan. Your pussy throbs for more, even after Hoseok's powerful rampage. 

"H-Huh?" Jungkook flushes at your statement. He swallows thickly, eyes already dark with lust. His mind is blurred enough at the fact that this wasn’t a wet dream. No, you were actually here taking everyone so well.

Namjoon is already seated, so it isn't hard to turn towards Jungkook and bring him closer to you. You turn back around and sit upon Namjoon, directing his cock closer to your pussy. He gulps when you center it at your hole and begin to thrust inside.

"Now you both can have a turn." you murmur, the pressure of having Namjoon inside of you causes you to take a deep breath, but it doesn't last long. Jungkook is already behind you and centering his own cock at your hole.

Jungkook has never done this before and it feels amazing to enter you. He coughs a couple groans when he does so - so tight and warm, inviting. Your back arches to take more of him, and it was the invitation needed for Jungkook to thrust.

As you feel Jungkook fuck your ass, Namjoon begins to thrust inside of your pussy. You never felt so satisfied and full at once - and the sensation was amazing. Your breasts are directly against Namjoon’s chest, fingers clenching his shoulders. 

The situation right now feels surreal for Jungkook - and so filthy. The sane part of him wants himself to slow down - that you were still a woman and is deemed fragile. But you’re the one moaning so loud for them - telling him and Namjoon how much you truly wanted it.

And who was Jungkook but a man to give you what you were begging for?

“She’s so tight.” Jungkook grunts, hands firmly placed upon your hips, his own hips snapping directly inside of you. 

“Please fuck me as hard as you’d like.” you slurr, your insides churning with such pleasure. You don’t notice Taehyung come before you until your hair is being yanked, and even then you cannot bring yourself to care.

The position had to be uncomfortable to you, but Taehyung doesn’t care. After all, you stated that you wanted all of them, and that’s what he was going to give you until it was his turn to fuck you. 

Taehyung places his cock against your willing tongue, groaning at the wet sensation. He slaps your cheek and you do as you were silently told. You begin to suck upon Taehyung’s cock, throat vibrating with Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s thrusts.

“She’s so filthy.” Taehyung chuckles, a hand firmly in your hair. “The perfect whore with all of her holes stuffed.”

You groan a response.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook snaps his hips even harder, his eyes clenching shut. He couldn’t look at you anymore, not while you appeared so filthy. He focuses on cumming, your tight walls clenching around him each time.

Jungkook removes himself from inside of you, hand wrapped around his cock. He grabs you from Taehyung - much to the mans annoyance - and cum directly onto your mouth. You open your mouth even wider to swallow every last droplet.

“Oh, shit.” Namjoon was next, but he didn't remove himself. He cums deep inside of you, thrusts sloppy and his eyes on the sight of you swallowing Jungkook’s cum.

“My turn.” Taehyung sing-songs, all too excited. He grabs you from Namjoon and roughly presses you against a nearby desk, chest slamming against it. He spreads your legs apart and doesn’t waste any time in entering you. “You’re still tight as if you weren’t fucked by so many cocks already.”

Taehyung’s speed is degrading, he cares solely about his own please - but you aren’t upset. You’ve came so many times now that if you didn’t this time, you wouldn’t be angry. 

You slam against the cold desk with each thrust from Taehyung. Your pussy clenches, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Please cum inside of me!” you wail, overstimulation getting to you. You feel fresh tears swell in your eyes.

Taehyung slams a hand over your mouth, thrusts never stopping. He’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, something that shouldn’t be possible.

“I’ll give you what you want.” Taehyung laughs, eyes zoning in on the way your ass bounces against his cock. He was never meant to last long - not with how wet, willing and tight you were. A few more sloppy thrusts and he’s cumming inside of you, so much that it begins to drip out before he could remove himself.

Jimin stands once more. “We don’t have much time left. I want to cum in her next.” 

The time has went by rapidly, and the timer shown that there was only 30 minutes left until lunch,

“I’m sure we can all cum just one more time.” Hoseok’s already hard again, dark eyes filled with lust. 

Jimin flips you onto your back. Your legs open automatically for him, but you’re far too exhausted to do anything. 

“I can take two in my mouth.” you slur, already opening your mouth to invite any two inside.

Jimin growls. He grasps his cock and enters you just as you allow Namjoon and Hoseok inside your mouth. In each hand, Jungkook and Taehyung are being pumped.

Jimin focuses on your bouncing breast, then to the way your mouth was being fucked by his hyungs. You were truly a sight to behold - a woman willing to do anything to please them. He places a thumb upon your clit and rubs roughly while he fucks inside of you.

“She likes that, hyung.” Jungkook groans, his cock being pumped so tightly in your soft hands. 

Jimin knows, he can feel you clench him even tighter. How your pussy isn’t stretched out by the amount of cocks you had inside of you, he’d never know.

There’s saliva seeping out of your mouth, but you cannot bring yourself to care. You’ve come twice already with Jimin inside of you. You were far from exhausted, allowing Taehyung and Jungkook to jack themselves with your hands and for Namjoon and Hoseok to use your mouth as they wanted. 

Your eyes remained open, but you couldn’t focus on anything - your vision was blurry due to the tears and even not, you were currently seeing stars due to the overstimulation.

Jimin cums deep inside of you with a final thrust, slapping your clit harshly. Namjoon was next, the first to remove himself from your lips to coat your cheeks with his warm seed. Jungkook and Taehyung follow suit, both coating each of your breasts and finally Hoseok, deep inside of your throat.

You cough when you finally feel oxygen run through your lungs - the alarm blaring in the room. It was now lunchtime, you note, and you heard shuffling just outside the classroom walls. 

Anticipation runs through you knowing that there was still the whole day ahead of you with the five men after lunch was over.

Way Back Home | jjk | Part One

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 is a little bit of a dick, tears, crying, twins becasue they're so adorable they need their own warning, mentions of seizure and surgery

word count: 7.6k

authors note: got a random wind to write, so here's a little treat! two times in one week woooow.

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“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids” You told Miyeon. You recently moved back to Seoul a few weeks ago because you got hired for a big assisting job. 

You reconnected with Miyeon a year after you moved away when she was on vacation in Jeju with her boyfriend. She ran into you at one of the markets during one of your days off from the bakery your mom opened up while you finished school.

It wasn’t SNU, but it was better than not graduating at all.

She was surprised to see you walking around with two little babies in a stroller that looked way too familiar for her liking. 

Of course, you told her what happened and why you disappeared out of nowhere. She wanted to punch the living daylights out of Jungkook but you told her it's not his fault.

He doesn't know.

She luckily kept your secret, but she’s always encouraged you to come back and try to make things right with Jungkook. 

You knew she was right, but you were scared.

And that fear led you to be away for 6 years now.

Living in Jeju was relaxing and your kids grew up in a warm environment. But you'd admit, you miss the city life. You miss your life back in Seoul. 

Which is what led you here, your aunt was able to get you an interview with this man named Kim Seokjin. She’s an interior designer and so happened to convince him to give you a chance. 

You were able to land an interview which was luckily held over call. 

At first you didn't think you got the job, much to your disdain. But then a few weeks ago, you got a call from him asking you to start in a week. 

Of course, it was a hassle to move around from the island to the mainland, especially with two little kids. But you managed. Your mom helped you find a nice two bedroom apartment for a decent price. 

You saved up lots of money from working at the bakery and a waitressing job, so you were able to rent it out for the first few months. 

But that can only last for so long, you need this job. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N-ah. They’re in good hands” Miyeon told you. 

You looked at your two kids who were drawing on the kitchen table while you told Miyeon what she had to do to take care of them. They are starting first grade in a few weeks.

Your daughter Jiyeon is a force to be reckoned with. You and Jungkook were relatively quiet and introverted people but it seems like she didn't take that after you. She’s friendly and loud and loves to talk to people.

Her twin brother, Jayeon, on the other hand, he’s much quieter. It’s probably because of when they were younger. Jiyeon was the one who was able to play with the kids more often while Jayeon stayed behind.

Of course, she hung around him as much as she could. They were practically inseparable. But they had their moments when they’d be apart. 

When you were giving birth to the two of them. You struggled a lot. Jiyeon came out first and you can tell she was eager to be in the world. But Jayeon had a harder time.

He was born with a heart defect.

He struggled to breathe easily, and often got tired. He used to faint a lot when he was younger. You even had to get him surgery once when he was three years old because he suddenly collapsed while he was at daycare. It was a close call, the doctor told you. If you didn't bring him in, it would’ve definitely been more critical. 

Ever since then, he was limited to doing certain things. At least until he can get another surgery to perfect it.

But it costs a lot. And you don't have enough money to pay for it. 

Which breaks your heart every day when you see him sitting alone while the other kids are out playing.

You keep him company and try to do things with him as much as you can. But he gets bored easily unless he’s doing things with his sister or something on his own. 

If anything, he’s the one keeping you company. He tries to stay with you as much as he can when you're around. 

After almost losing him that one time, you never felt more fear in your life. You never thought you'd fear the loss of your child. 

You walked over to your kids and bent down to look at them. They both gave you identical bunny smiles, something that reminds you so much of their father. 

“You two will be good for Auntie Miyeon, okay?” They both nodded their heads before you pointed to both of your cheeks. 

They both leaned in and gave you kisses at the same time. 

“Bye, my babies” 

“Bye Eomma!” They say at the same time.

You got up and walked back over to Miyeon. You gave her a quick hug. “Good luck on your first day” She whispered. 

You nodded your head before walking out of her house. 

You hailed a taxi and told the driver your destination. Seokjin told you to meet him at the new company building that they recently built.

His boss apparently just bought it, that's why you had to wait a week to start. 

It’s still under some renovations but some of their workers and the CEO are already back at work. 

You don't know who your boss is, but your aunt told you that it's a well known company. Seokjin told you he wanted you to meet the person you’ll be assisting before you sign the contract.

Of course that's understandable, you wouldn't want to work with someone who’s an asshole. But at the same time, you need the money. 

Oh whatever, what’s the worst that can happen? 

You stepped out of the taxi after paying the driver. Here you are, standing in front of the large company building. Since it’s recently bought, there isn't any company name on it yet.

You just hope this will work out.

You walked into the building, nervously fidgeting with your hands. There were people bustling around everywhere, even if it's just the lobby. You walk up the lady sitting behind the reception desk and she kindly smiled at you. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked. You nervously clear your throat.

“Uh, I’m here to see Kim Seokjin?” You replied.

“Oh you must be the new hire! I’m Soo-ah, I’ll be the one training you if the boss ends up liking you.” She told you honestly. The way she spoke about the boss, you can tell she was intimidated by him.

“Is he that bad?” You ask.

She shrugs. “Sometimes, he can be nice but he’s uptight. Apparently he wasn't like that before, but something changed him.”

You bit your lip. You looked around the lobby to see a bunch of people wearing white lab coats. This reminds you of when you used to visit Jungkook. There were people running around with lab coats and suits, trying to finish their new product.

Jungkook said that it was like that all the time. You wonder how much stress they undergo.

“Oh Y/N, you're here!” You heard from behind you. Turning around, you feel yourself gape at the sight of the man in front of you. Of course you saw him over video call but seeing him in person is another thing. 

“Hello to you too, Soo-ah” Seokjin said to the girl behind the desk. She blushed and looked away. You raise your brow at the interesting exchange but shrug it off.

It’s none of your business. 

“Ready to go?” He asks. You take a deep breath and nod your head.

“Great, he has a meeting in half an hour so that's perfect enough time to introduce the two of you.”

He starts walking to the elevator as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. You turn your head to Soo-ah, who in return gives you a thumbs up in encouragement.

You gulp, anxiety completely taking over your body. You have to do well, for Jayeon and Jiyeon. 

As you enter the elevator, you glance around at the spacious metal box with a window behind you looking at the view of the city. You missed Seoul with all your heart.

It’s been 6 years since you’ve been home. All the memories suddenly make you nostalgic. You can’t wait to make more memories with your kids. 

“When did you come to Seoul?” You heard Seokjin ask. You turn towards him with a timid smile. 

“Two weeks ago, I grew up here but it seems like I forgot everything. It just looks different in some places.” You told him honestly. Of course there are still some similarities, but the added buildings and different styles caught you off guard when you came back.

“I get what you mean, I was the same when I came back from the States.” He told you. You nodded your head.

“How long were you there?” You asked him, you were almost on the floor where the CEO’s office is located. This conversation is helping you calm your nerves a bit.

“Ah, 4 years. I was there with the CEO for a little over two years before he came back here to take over the company.” 

Opening your mouth in an “O” in understanding, you saw that the elevator stopped at the 73rd floor. The second highest floor.

You gulp before following Seokjin out. You guys walk down the large hall and see a woman standing in front of the door.

“Mr. Kim” She kindly says with a bow. She gives you a smile before bowing to you. You return it before looking at the large mahogany doors.

“Y/N, this is my assistant Yun-seo. You’ll see her a lot, along with Soo-ah.” He told you. 

You gave her a bow again, trying to be respectful. Suddenly the elevator rang, announcing someone else coming up to the floor.

You turn around only to be surprised to see Taehyung walking towards you with papers in his hands.

He didn't look up yet. You tilt your head in confusion at the sight of your brother here. He was wearing a dress shirt and black slacks while he was reading over the words on the pages. 

“Oh, Taehyung-ah” Seokjin said. The man snapped his head up and you notice his eyes widen at the sight of you.

Taehyung often visited you in Jeju. The kids loved him and even tried to sneak away to come with him back to Seoul once. You can imagine their reaction when you told them you’re moving here.

Taehyung even helped you move in and took care of the kids while you got settled.

But that was two weeks ago. He’s been busy with work so you haven't been able to see him lately. He still talks with you and the kids everyday.

You knew his job was more demanding since apparently a lot of people got transferred to the new Headquarters. 

You now realize that this place is the headquarters he works at.

He walked up to the two of you and gave you a worried look. You tilt your head in question, not knowing why he was staring at you like that. 

“This is Y/N, Sir’s new assistant.” 

“Mr. Kim, he’s ready for you” Yun-seo interrupted. He nodded his head before knocking at the door. You faintly heard someone saying “Come in” but it was too muffled to hear the voice behind it. 

“Ready?” He asks. You nod and he opens the door. You were about to join him when you felt someone grab your wrist. 

“Tae?” You ask him. He looks at you worriedly before looking at the door. 

“Y/N-ah, this isn't a good idea.” He told you. Raising your brow, you wonder why he’s saying this.

“Tae, I need this job. You know this.”

He sighed and let go of you. He walked in first before you took a deep breath and followed him.

You were walking closely behind Taehyung that you couldn't see the person who’s gonna be your new boss. Until he moved away from you and you felt your heart drop in your stomach when the familiar looking doe eyes made contact with you for the first time in 6 years.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat. This is what Taehyung was trying to warn you about. 

You look at your brother with a panicked look but he wasn’t looking at you. Taehyung works for Jungkook. How the hell did you not know this? 

“Jungkook-ah, this is the assistant I was telling you about.” Seokjin said with a smile. Jungkook stared at you with no expression, causing tingles to go up your spine.

You’ve imagined what he would say to you. You expected yelling, crying, something. But no, he looked at you like he didn't know you. You don't know what was worse.

You bow out of respect. Knowing he’s still your boss, despite your past together. 

“My name is Kim Y/N, I’ll be sure to do a good job.” 

Seokjin left the room, while you and Taehyung were the only two people left with Jungkook. 

It was silent, you can feel the tense atmosphere. 

“What are you here for?” Jungkook’s deep voice suddenly said. You thought he was talking to you but his gaze was locked on your brother. 

Taehyubg cleared his throat before placing down a file onto his desk.

“It’s the work you asked for last night.” Jungkook nodded his head. He turned to you and his expression went back to the same stone cold look. 

You see two pairs of his doe eyes everyday full of warmth and love. But looking at those eyes that hold nothing but disdain…

It made your heart break.

But you know you deserve it. 

“You can leave.” He said. You snapped your head at him wondering if you heard correctly. “But–”

“Did I stutter? I said leave, I don't want to work with you.”

 You felt your heart drop in your chest. 

“Jungkook-ah” Taehyung said. The two best friends looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation while you stood there shaking.

If he really doesn't let you work, what the hell are you going to do? This job was pure luck to find. It'll be difficult to find another job.

You have bills to pay, children to take care of…

“You agreed to get to know her.” 

“I already know her, that's why I don't want it work with her.” 

You let out a deep sigh. “Jungkook–” You started.

“It’s Mr. Jeon to you.” He interrupted. You knew he was angry. After leaving him like that, out of nowhere, you would be too.

“Mr. Jeon, please I need this job…” You pleaded. He scoffed before running a hand through his hair.

He was still so handsome after all these years. He grew up, looks more mature. He now has a lip ring and tattoos on his hand. You wonder if he got the sleeve he’s always wanted.

You mentally cursed yourself for thinking like this.

“That’s not my problem.” He said, icily. You looked at Taehyung with tears in your eyes.

He shook his head before looking down. There’s not much he can do, what Jungkook says, goes. Even if they're best friends. 

“What can she possibly do for me? She can easily leave without a word and what will we do?” He accuses. You know what he was talking about. After you broke up with him, you disappeared from him. Completely leaving the life you had behind to raise your children and to ensure Jungkook gets to achieve his goals.

You took a breath and kneeled down onto the floor. You bent down and placed your hands on the ground and bent your head.

“Please just give me a chance.” You pleaded. You felt a tear run down your face and quickly wiped it with your sleeve. 

Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other alarmed before your brother bent down to help you stand up. You stumbled a bit on your feet but you held your head high. “Y/N-ah, don't do this. It’s not worth it.” He told you.

Jungkook still hasn't said anything, you bent your head down and took a breath. You knew Taehyung was right, Jungkook wouldn't waver.

You bow one more time. “I’m sorry I couldn't meet your expectations.” You said before turning around to leave. 

This was all too familiar, you leaving an office with bad news.

“Wait.” You heard, just as you’re about to leave. You turn around, not looking him in the eyes. If you do, you’ll start crying. 

“One week. If you can keep up and do what needs to be done in one week, you can keep the job.” Jungkook said. Your eyes light up in excitement before you bow again.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” You told him. He rolled his eyes before looking down at his watch. 

“Now leave, I have to go to a meeting. Be here tomorrow at 7:00.” He told you.

You nodded your head before making your way out, Taehyung looked at his best friend with a small smile. 

“What?” Jungkook asked. 

“Nothing.” Taehyung replied before walking out to catch up with you.

You were waiting at the door of the elevator when Taehyung walked up beside you. You turn towards him with a scowl.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” You angrily whispered. Worried Jungkook would hear you.

He rolled his eyes before stepping into the elevator that just opened the doors. You followed him inside as you both descended to the lobby.

“You’ve barely talked about him in 6 years, I don’t think you’d appreciate it if I told you that I’m working with your baby daddy” He said. You punched his chest a few times.

“Shut up! Someone can hear you!” 

He chuckled before locking your head in one of his arms. He tightened his arm around your neck, causing you to struggle to get free. 

“There’s nobody here and the security cameras only see pictures, there’s no sound” He told you. Your annoying ass brother let out a groan when you elbowed him in the stomach to set you free. 

The elevator opened the doors to the ground level and you hurried out before your twin could do something else to you.

Unfortunately for you, he quickly caught up. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“So what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna pick up Jay and Yeonie, I promised them ice cream when I get back.” You told him with a smile.

“I’ll come with you, it’s my lunch break anyways” He said, letting you go. You squint your eyes at him. 

“You're just trying to take my children again.” 

He shrugged with a smile. You two were walking towards the exit when you heard someone call out Taehyung’s name.

Turning around you see Jimin and Soo-ah waving him over to her desk. Taehyung gestured to you to follow him, much to your chagrin but since he has a car and offered to come with you, you didn't seem to have a choice.

“Jimin-ah!” He said. Said man looked at you in surprise when you appeared in his line of vision. 

“Y/N?”

You gave him a tense smile. “Hi” You softly waved. He let out a laugh before bringing you into his arms for a hug.

“It's been so long!” He said excitedly. “It’s so good to see you”

He was close with Jungkook, you’re surprised that he’s like this. “It’s good to see you too, Chim” You replied before breaking away.

“You guys all know each other?” Soo-ah asked surprised. Jimin nodded his head. 

“Yeah! We all went to college together!” 

She nodded her head and clapped excitedly. “Looks like we’ll all get along great!” You liked her enthusiasm but at the same time, it’s been so long. You don't know if things are the same anymore. 

“So where are you two headed?” Jimin asked. You were hesitant to answer but Taehyung beat you to it. 

“Ice cream, wanna join?” He asked. You looked at him surprised.

He looked at Soo-ah and Jimin expectantly but you felt nervous. You didn't want Jungkook to find out about the twins yet. It’s not like you didn’t trust Jimin but…

You just know it's something that you have to be the one to tell him about. 

“Awe, I can't. I have to sort out some calls before I go on break.” Soo-ah replied with a pout. 

“Sure, I’ll come.” Jimin said. “We’ll bring you back some, don't worry”

She nodded her head before waving you guys off. The three of you walked towards the parking garage outside of the building.

You felt nervous. “Don’t worry. He knows about the twins” Taehyung said from beside you. You look at him with wide eyes. 

“He’s the one who drove me to the airport when Jayeon went into emergency surgery. I didn't have a car then so I had to ask him.” You nodded your head in understanding. 

“I didn't tell Jungkook, if that's what you're wondering. Taehyung-ah told me what happened and why you left. I don't blame you for making that decision. I would've done the same if I were you.” Jimin said. You gave him a watery smile before leaning in for a side hug as you guys walked towards Taehyung’s Palisade. 

“Thank you, Jimin-ah” You said to him. He squeezed your side before opening the door for you.

You were always close to Jimin when you were still with Jungkook. He was the one friend you were always down to hang out with.

You feel bad because you had to leave him too.

You guys held a light conversation as you spoke about Jeju and they spoke about the last few years here in Seoul. It made you a little sad because you weren't here to experience it but you wouldn't have changed your decision for anything else.

Although your heart aches from time to time, you’re happy. 

Taehyung parked right in front of your apartment building. The three of you walked out of the car and entered the building to go to your floor. 

Once you’ve reached, you quickly tapped in the code and made your way inside. 

But what you see, shocks you. Miyeon was wearing a dinosaur onesie and your kids were running around the room, trying not to be caught by her. 

Even Jayeon was playing, much to your surprise. 

“Mommy!” He said. He was about to walk to you but suddenly he stumbled after a step and fell onto the floor, holding his chest.

“Jayeon-ah” You say, hurriedly making your way to him.

He was breathing hard. You held him close to your chest as Jiyeon came over. 

“Jay Jay, copy my breathing” Her little voice says. She starts taking deep breaths as she made eye contact with her brother. The two were doing the same breathing patterns before he calmed down. 

“Are you alright, bug?” You asked him. He nodded his head before leaning back on your chest. You hugged him close.

Miyeon nervously came up to you. “I’m sorry, we weren't playing for long–I didn't think” 

You shook your head and softly hushed her. “It’s okay, it happens sometimes. It’s not your fault.” 

She nodded her head before looking up to see Taehyung and Jimin standing there. “Woah what the fuck?” 

“Auntie, that's a bad word!” Jiyeon scolded, Miyeon covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled a sorry.

She sat down beside you and leaned in. “What is Jimin doing here?” She whispered. 

“Uncle Tae!” The twins said. Your brother laughed before picking the two kids up in his arms.

“I heard you guys want ice cream?” He asked. They cheered out before Jiyeon turned to you.

“Eomma, can I get rainbow sprinkles on mine?” You laugh at her cuteness before nodding.

“You can have all the rainbow sprinkles you want, but you have to promise to eat your veggies later.” You lightly scolded her. She frowned before nodding.

Jayeon looked up and saw Jimin standing behind Taehyung. 

“Who are you?” He asked. Taehyung set down the kids and they both walked up towards Jimin.

He bent down to be at the same height as them. “I’m your Uncle Jimin, I’m friends with your mom and your uncle.” He replied. They looked at him with wide eyes, exactly like their fathers. 

Jiyeon looked like you, but had Jungkook’s eyes. But Jayeon, he was a splitting image of Jungkook. You guys had the best of both worlds. 

“And guess what?” He whispered. They leaned in when he urged them to come closer.

“I’m the one who’s gonna buy you ice cream, with extra toppings!” He bribed. They both smiled and hugged him excitedly. 

“You don’t have to do that, I can pay” You told him. He shook his head before looking back at the kids. “Nah it’s cool, it’s my first gift to them.”

He smiled at you before you let out a breath. “Come on, let’s get you both changed.” You urged the kids. You watched as they both quickly moved to their room. “No running” You said and they laughed out an apology. After what just happened to Jayeon, you didn’t want him to feel worse.

“Nice outfit” Taehyung teased Miyeon. She rolled her eyes before unzipping it to reveal her other clothes beneath.

“Do you want to come?” You ask her with a small smile. She looked back at the two before locking eyes with you.

“Fineeee” 

The twins came back out, wearing matching jackets but different colours and the same pants. They’ve been wanting to dress themselves but it appears they still choose to wear the same things.

“Remember when we did that?” Taehyung asked. You rolled your eyes at him before punching him in the gut. 

“You copied me on purpose!” You said to him. He laughed before shrugging his shoulders. 

Your kids walked up to you and grabbed each one of your hands. “Let’s go!” Jayeon said.

“Be patient, Jay Jay” Jiyeon scolded again, making Jayeon pout. She’s just like you. The adults laughed at them before you all piled out of the apartment. 

The ice cream store was only a block away from your apartment. There was also a hotteok stand right in front of it and you know it’ll make a good combination.

Once you guys arrived, the twins wasted no time and immediately started to order from the old man behind the counter. You can see the fondness in his eyes as the two adorable kids talked to him. 

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Taehyung asked. You nervously glanced at him before taking a breath. 

Miyeon and Jimin look at you with a worried expression. “What’s happening tomorrow?” 

“I’m gonna start working for Jungkook.” You replied. Miyeon looked at you with wide eyes. Jimin looked at Taehyung, knowing this cannot be good.

“He’s giving me a week to see if I’m reliable enough to be his assistant, and if I am, then he’ll hire me.” 

“Oh that’s bullshit, he’s been needing an assistant for weeks ever since his old one retired. He’s been a mess and Jin-hyung’s assistant can’t do it all for the two of them.” Jimin says. You shrug before making your way to an empty table so you can sit down with your kids.

“He wasn’t going to hire me at first, but he changed his mind. He’s probably doing this for spite before he actually lets me go. Not like I would blame him of course” 

Taehyung and Jimin look at each other. That’s what they’re worried about. Jungkook was a mess after you left him and they know how much resentment he holds for you. There are things you don’t know about him, things that happened after you left.

They just hope he’s wrong. 

“He can’t be that bad” Miyeon tried being optimistic. 

Jimin shook his head. “He’s not the same guy we knew back then. Just…Try your best. And if he decides he doesn’t want you around, we’ll help you find another job.” 

You nod your head before looking at your kids who were sitting in the booth and eating their ice cream. They were in their own little world. You’re happy they get along well. They were almost just like you and Taehyung.

Suddenly, Taehyung and Jimin’s phones pinged. They both look at it with a forlorn expression before looking at each other. Your brother let out a long sigh.

“Hey, we gotta go. Jungkook is looking for us.” He said. You nod your head before waving them goodbye. The twins quickly hugged their uncles goodbye before they left.

Now it was you, the twins and Miyeon.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asked. You let out a sad sigh and glanced at the kids again.

“I have to be…For them.”

The last week has been…Stressful.

You were almost late on your first day because the daycare you were going to drop off the kids at didn’t have all your paperwork done. So you had to do that, and Jayeon was being a little clingy because he still wasn’t feeling the best. 

You only made it because Taehyung picked you up at the daycare so you were able to make it with 10 minutes to spare.

And within those 10 minutes, Soo-ah tried to explain to you everything you had to get done within your first day. How things work around here, what Jungkook expects and what you need to do when it comes to his schedules and meetings. But before she could explain to your role during meetings, Jungkook arrived and Soo-ah nervously went back to the first floor after getting a glare from Jungkook.

You mentally prepared yourself for the hard week but you never would’ve guessed how it would’ve been.

At first you let it slide. Jungkook was an annoying prick who knit picks on everything you did. 

“This should be like this”

“You shouldn’t do that”

“Do better” 

Blah blah blah.

You could let that go because at the end of the day, you were learning. But what completely irked you was when this man would throw in snide remarks or unnecessarily snap at you for the smallest things. And it’s infuriating because he’s nicer to everyone else BUT you.

Yeah you get it, you left him in the dark and hurt him. You understand that completely. But you would’ve thought he would be professional about it. 

You forget how petty he can be.

Which led you to this, your final day before he makes his decision whether to keep you as his assistant or not.

You were currently at a meeting with Jungkook on your left. You were jotting down notes and different aspects from the presentation that you found important.

It was your job to make sure Jungkook ensures the right decision to know whether or not to go with a new product.

When you were in college, you majored in marketing. You have general knowledge about the wraps of product selling. And you can clearly see what’s missing from this presentation.

The lack of public interest and planning can definitely make the stocks go lower if they don’t make changes. So you of course, wrote down everything that needs improvement.

After the meeting concluded, you were about to go up to Jungkook to let him know your thoughts but he just walked past you.

You gaped at the air before turning around and catching up with him. “Sir!”

Jungkook ignored you as you made your way to his office. How he got there so fast? You have no idea.

He let out a sigh and sat down on his chair. “Mr. Jeon, I had some thoughts about the recent presentation–”

Jungkook let out a scoff before looking at you. “Your job is to assist, not put your two senses in my business.” He clipped. You bit back your tongue and stared at him.

“Yes, I know but I just wanted to—”

“Go get me coffee” He dismissed. You huffed out a breath before turning around and making your way out of the room. 

This man won’t listen. You’ve been trying all week, not allowing your shared past to get in the way of your work and you can admit, you’re doing well.

But he’s being difficult. 

You went to the staff room and quickly made your way to the coffee machine to prepare Jungkook’s coffee.

You still remember the way he took it, even if he won’t admit it. The first day, he got mad because it tasted exactly as you used to prepare it. And he told you, he only took his coffee with no sugar.

Black.

But he hates black coffee, unless it's an americano. It gives him headaches, so he at least puts one teaspoon of sugar and some creamer to cool it down.

But he loved the way you made it the most. It was the perfect blend of sweet and strong.

He pretended he didn’t like it. That's why you always left two cups on his desk every morning, and he of course drank the one you used to make him.

“Look, it's her. CEO Jeon’s assistant” You heard one of the girls whispering behind you. 

You’ve seen her a couple of times, she always had a hard glare in her eyes every single time you made eye contact. Why? You have no idea.

“Like come on, he’s probably sleeping with her that’s how she got this job. What’s the likelihood of someone like her getting a job like this?” She says to her friend. You scoff before turning around.

“What?” She said with a smirk. 

“Are you done?” You replied.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned ignorance. You poked your cheek with your tongue before looking at her.

Walking up to her, you stared at her right in the eyes. “Sweetheart, you can talk as much shit as you want. But I see the way you look at him, you wish he even passed you a glance. If anyone here is desperate to get in his pants, it would be you, not me.” You told her. She sneered at you before standing up as well.

You didn’t back down and you two stared at each other. “What? Have nothing to say now?” You asked in a mocking tone. 

She suddenly grabbed her cup and threw the contents inside of it all over your shirt. You let out a gasp and looked at her in surprise. She smiled and raised her arms up in surrender. 

“Oops?”

“Oh you little bitch” You said, about to prance at her. 

Suddenly someone grabbed your arm and held you in place. Your back hit a strong surface behind you. Your nose caught a whiff of the familiar scnet of the man you’ve loved for so many years.

Jungkook.

“That’s enough” He said, glaring at the two girls in front of you. You didn’t dare look at him as he let go of your hand. 

“Ms. Kim, I would like to see you in my office.” 

You internally sighed before turning around. The girl who threw coffee at you smirked in your direction before you walked out of the room, rolling your eyes.

You knocked on Jungkook’s office door, nervously waiting for him to let you in. Once your heard his voice you saw him sitting on the edge of his desk, white sleeves rolled up and a stern look on his face.

You silently walked towards him, keeping a good distance away.

“You can’t stop causing trouble, huh? Can’t even get a simple cup of coffee without causing a problem.” He angrily said. It wasn’t your fault. That girl was being a bitch.

“I wasn’t–”

“I don’t care. She’s one of my best workers, and your superior. You have to respect her.” 

You scoff at him. “Like I would respect a rude ass bitch who was talking shit while I was in the room. What was I supposed to do?” You said. You were fuming. Your blood was already boiling from that encounter and Jungkook keeps adding fuel to the flame.

“Leave it alone, you’ve always been so rash and never think things through!” 

You knew there was hidden meaning behind his words. You knew you were rash and hard headed. Your daughter got that from you. But you’ve always known to stick up for yourself.

“Jungkook, I’m not like that.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” He asked. He let out a sigh and looked you in the eye.

“I can’t hire you.” He said. You looked at him in alarm. You immediately regretted what you just did. You should’ve kept your cool, you’re not even hired and you just ruined your chance with your anger.

“I can’t let anyone who’s as irresponsible as you to work at my company.” He said.

“It wasn’t my fault!” You tried telling him. “You’re just doing this because you’re angry with me! Do you see my shirt? Why would I purposely cause a problem?”

You walk up to him and grab his hand. “Jungkook please, I need this job.” 

He scoffed and brushed your hand off. He stood up to make his way around to his desk chair.

“Thank you for your time, I will get security to escort you out—”

“Jungkook please.”

“It’s Mr. Jeon to you.”

That’s it, all your hard work is done. You look down at your feet, defeated. 

“I’m sorry.” You mean it. You’ve meant it for lots of things and hopefully he can understand that. Sneaking a glance at him, he was facing towards the window, not even sparing you a glance. 

You were about to leave when suddenly Jungkook’s office doors burst open. You and Jungkook look up surprised to see Taehyung out of breath. “Tae? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung ignored his friend before looking at you. “Where's your phone? I’ve been trying to call you.” He said. You look at him in confusion before grabbing your phone out of your pants pocket. 

Shit you left it on silent.

You look down at the screen to see 

21 missed calls from Taehyung.

9 Missed calls from Mom

30 Missed calls from Miyeon

5 Missed calls from the twins daycare

You look at your brother in alarm. “What happened?” You ask him. Immediately questioning your brother. You were too caught up in what was going on that you weren’t able to answer your phone. What if something happened to your kids?

You’d never forgive yourself.

Jungkook looked at the two of you confused. You guys aren’t even paying attention to him anymore.

Taehyung looked at your worried expression with tears in his eyes. “It’s Jayeon…He had a seizure.” He said.

And that’s when you felt like your heart would’ve stopped.

You and Taehyung were currently in Jungkook’s car. You were scrambling everywhere once you heard the news, trying to get all your stuff so you can get to your son. Taehyung lent his car to Soo-ah since she was on lunch break, so you knew you needed to take the bus.

But the bus would take too long. You were about to hail a taxi but it’s peak rush hour right now, everyone is on their way home. You were literally considering whether you can run to the hospital from here.

But Jungkook offered to drive you guys to the hospital. You would’ve refused but Taehyung immediately accepted. You couldn’t fight him on it right now, you just needed to see your kids. Jungkook doesn’t even know what’s going on, he heard the word seizure and acted.

You were nervously twitching in your seat. Taehyung and Jungkook were in the front while you were on the phone with Miyeon. You, Taehyung and Miyeon are the kids' emergency contacts. Luckily she was able to make it there so they wouldn’t be alone.

You should’ve stayed home today. Jayeon was telling you last night that he wasn’t feeling the best and you considered staying home. But your mom told you to finish your last day and get him checked by the doctor when you got home. 

You should’ve listened to your gut. 

Now here you are, pulling up to the emergency room with the two tall men trailing behind you.

You walk up the reception in a frenzied state. “Where is my son?” You ask worriedly. Jungkook looked at you, surprised at the word that came out of your mouth. 

She looks at you in surprise. “What’s the name?” 

“Jeon Jayeon” You said. You didn’t glance at Jungkook, knowing if you did, you’d break down right now. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone call out. You look up to see Miyeon walking with Jiyeon in her arms. Your daughter turns at the sound of your name and her face immediately scrunches up.

“Eomma” She said, brokenly. You walk over to her and grab her in your arms.

“Shhh shhh baby, I’m here.” You told her, trying to keep your own tears at bay. Miyeon nods her head at Taehyung before she nervously glances at the sight of the man that haunted your dreams.

“Come, his room is this way” She says, leading you down the hall.

The boys trailed after you as you hurriedly made your way to his room.

Miyeon slid open the door to reveal your son, laying in the bed, pale and sickly looking. You felt your heart break at the sight of him all alone. You never felt more disappointed in yourself. Your kids needed you and you weren’t there.

You sat down on the chair beside his bed with Jiyeon on your lap. Taehyung stood beside you, staring at his nephew with tears in his eyes.

“Jungkook, you can come in.” Miyeon said. You look up to see Jungkook frozen at the door. He was looking at the kids with wide eyes.

You looked away, not wanting to get into this right now.

“Eomma, I’m tired…” Jiyeon said. You nodded your head and placed her on the couch on the side of the room. 

“Take a nap, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

You tapped her body a little before she started to slowly doze off. Jungkook was still standing in place. Not knowing what to do. 

Suddenly, he got startled at the sound of the door opening again. It was the doctor that was taking care of Jayeon. 

“Mrs. Jeon.” He said. 

“Is my son okay?” You ask, standing up. You didn’t bother correcting him. It’s a common mistake since your kids have a different last name than you do.

You just didn’t want to see what Jungkook thought. 

The doctor let out a sigh. “I wish I could say that, but he’ll need his surgery as soon as possible or I’m afraid it can become more complicated, even fatal.” You look down at your son with tears in your eyes. 

“I don’t—I don’t have enough money—”

“I know and we can–”

“How much is it?” Jungkook interrupted. 

The doctor looked at him in bewilderment. “Around ₩54,520,620”

“Do it, I’ll pay for it.” He said. You and Taehyung make eye contact before you shake your head.

“Jungkook, I–”

“I said do it, that’s final.” The doctor looked at you to be sure and you just sighed out. He nodded his head before walking out. Taehyung and Miyeon looked at each other nervously. 

“We’ll go check and see if there is any paperwork we have to fill out.” He said, grabbing Miyeon’s arm and rushing out, leaving the two of you alone.

You let out a sigh and sat back down on the chair beside your son's bed. Jungkook slowly walked up and looked at the boy laying down before turning his head towards the girl on the other corner. 

“Y/N” He said, voice thick with emotion.

"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is" He asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall.

You look into his eyes, broken and sad. You've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. But here you are, hoping he would have met the twins under different circumstances.

"Yes...They're your children."

He let out a breath before sitting down on the chair beside you. “What–How–” 

“I’m sorry.” You told him. He looked at you, tears running down his face. 

“I can’t believe you.” He said angrily. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. He looked at you with so much anger that it made tears run down your own face.

“Jungkook please, I’m–”

Jungkook has always wondered what the hell urged you to leave him. He’s done everything he could in the last 6 years to forget about you. But the second you came back into his life, he never felt more relieved to see your face but at the same time, he's never felt so angry. Now looking at the sight of his two kids, sitting in the same room as him and he never knew?

He can never forgive you for this. He stood up from the chair, needing to get out of there and breathe. His children are right there, as much as he wants to yell at you right now. It’s not the time. He can’t break down, not in front of them.

He needed to leave.

“Sorry isn’t gonna fix this, not this time–” He said before walking out. 

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Way Back Home | jjk | Part Seven

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, fluffy, areum is a bitch, jayeon learns how to shoot a basketball and it's cute, jiyeon is a cheerleader, jungkook and oc have a lot of tension, they're lowkey getting cute too, taehyung is annoying, jealousy, protective oc

word count: 5.1k

authors note: this chapter is a little short, but it's on purpose. enjoy!

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The four of you were in the car, Jungkook driving to an unknown location while the kids were watching a show on the screen above. After breakfast, Jungkook urged all of you to get ready because he’s apparently taking you guys to a surprise destination. You've been trying to get it out of him all morning, but he won’t budge.

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” You ask him, pouting. He lets out a hearty laugh at your sad tone. He glanced over at your sulking form before placing his hand over yours. 

He brought it up to his lips and gave the back of your hand a small peck. You felt your cheeks flush at the action.

“Just wait, we’ll be there soon.” He said with a smile. You grumbled to yourself but relented. You’ll find out eventually. 

10 minutes later, Jungkook pulls into an underground lot. You look over at him with wide eyes when you read the sign, feeling the excitement in your bones. 

Jungkook laughs before turning around in his seat, looking at the kids who were still paying attention to their show.

“Ahem, beans” Jungkook said. Their identical eyes immediately snapped towards him at the sound of his voice. You giggle at their cuteness.

“Are you guys ready?” He asks. They gave you guys a confused look, unable to decipher where they are. You and Jungkook give each other knowing looks before you both hop out of the car. You both open the doors to each side. You helped Jayeon come out while Jungkook brought Jiyeon into his arms. 

The four of you walked over to the entrance of the parking garage, Jayeon looked at you in wonder.

“Where are we, Eomma?” He asked. You smile before opening the door, revealing the escalator that rode down to the Lotte World. 

The kids broke out into beaming smiles. “Are we at Lotte World?!” Jiyeon yells out. Jungkook giggles before nodding his head. 

The twins attacked Jungkook with hugs. You laugh at the man’s surprised face before he brings his arms around the two children. 

“Come on, Jiyeon-ah!” Jayeon says, grabbing her hand as the two of them run off. 

“Be careful!” You call out. They got onto the escalator, you and Jungkook following behind them. This is his first time really enjoying something without the fear of something happening, of course you’re still gonna monitor him but you can’t take this opportunity away from him.

He hasn’t had the easiest couple of years. He deserves this.

You felt Jungkook grab your hand. You look down at your intertwined fingers before looking up at him. “He’ll be okay. We’re here.” He reassures you. You don’t know how he knew what you were thinking but you were thankful that he’s here. You look back at the kids who are standing a few feet in front of you. 

“Now come on, let’s have some fun!” He says. You laugh as Jungkook drags you over to where the kids are.

You nod your head and follow them to the entrance of the park.

Before you got into the park, around 3 large men came over in black suits. You looked at them in wonder before they bowed towards Jungkook. 

Oh yeah, he’s one of the most successful CEOs in the nation. Of course he’ll need bodyguards. You saw him put on a cap and a mask to cover his face. 

You glanced at Jungkook hesitatingly. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” You ask him. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I just want to make sure the kids are safe. There will be people who will recognize me and the last thing I want is to put any harm towards the kids. But don’t worry, they’ll just be trialing us, not surrounding us like a bunch of weirdos” He says. You nod your head, looking at your kids who are looking around the park with amused grins. 

You bent down to their level and gave them a soft smile. “So where do you guys want to go first?” You ask them. 

Before you know it, you and Jungkook were dragged towards the kids zone. The twins wasted no time and headed towards the rides. Jungkook being Jungkook, had vip passes so you guys didn’t have to wait in line. You felt a little bit bad for the others that had to wait, but Jungkook reassured you that it was alright.

You and Jungkook always made sure to let the kids know that it was a privilege to be able to go here today and be able to get onto the rides. Of course, although you had fast passes, whenever there was a shorter line, you and the other three waited in line. 

It was a way for the kids to know that it’s not always like this. 

But your kids seemed to prove you wrong. There was a kid around the twins’ age and his little brother who was around 2 years younger. They wanted to go onto the ride, seeming like they’ve been waiting in line for a while. So your kids kindly let them join them, the four children riding on the little drop tower.

You and Jungkook gladly joined them in other games, like bumper carts or riding the train. You and Jungkook have only been to Lotte World together once, when you two were still in college. The two of you were the type to ride all the big roller coasters and rides. The change was definitely something to get used to.

But seeing the smiles on your kids' faces, made all of it worth it. 

Not long after, the four of you went to the indoor park. Teh kids seemed to enjoy this more since there were so many things you guys could do together. They enjoyed being in the arcade the most. You and Jungkook were quite the competitive pair, so the two of you made it an end goal to make sure the kids left with some kind of souvenir from today.

As the four of you were walking around the arcade, looking at more things to play until you’ve used up all your tokens. Jungkook saw Jayeon falter at the sight of the basketball shooting game. He bent down to his height with a smile.

“Do you want to play that?” He asked. Jayeon looked at him nervously. 

“I’ve always wanted to try playing, but I wasn’t allowed to before” He mumbled. Jungkook looked up at you and you watched the interaction with sad eyes. 

He looked back down at his son with a smile. “How about this, why won’t we try playing the game and I’ll teach you how to play basketball afterwards?” He offers. Jayeon’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Really?” He asks. Jungkook nods his head. Your son glances at you, making sure it’s really alright. You give him a smile.

“Go ahead, Jay Jay” 

“Come on Jayeon-ah!” Your daughter cheers.

Jungkook guided him towards the machine. Jayeon looked at it nervously. Bending down, Jungkook looked at his son with a fond smile. “So the goal of this game is to shoot the ball into the net as many times as you can.” He starts. Jayeon nods in understanding, listening carefully to his father’s instructions. 

“So this hand holds the ball like this on the side, while the other one is placed behind here. This helps you shoot the ball. Make sure your elbow is parallel to your shoulder, so that you aim straight.” He explains. He shows Jayeon the motion of his hands, the little boy copying him.

“Wanna give it a try?” He asks, after Jayeon practiced the movement a little. The boy nodded his head. Jungkook swiped the gaming card, and pressed the button. Suddenly the game came to life, the basketballs rolling down to the front. Jayeon picked up the ball and began shooting. It was his first time, so there were a lot of missed shots. Every time he got one in, the three of you cheered for him. 

But you can tell he was a little disappointed with his score. Jungkook patted him on the head.

“Wanna try again?” He asks. Jayeon looks at him shyly.

“Can I?” He asks. Jungkook chuckles and goes to swipe the card again. But Jayeon stops him.

“Wait Appa, can we do it together?” He asks. Jungkook only smiles before swiping the card on both machines. The game comes to life and you pull out your phone to record them. Jiyeon was being a little cheerleader in the background, encouraging the both of them.

You can tell Jungkook was holding back, he was mostly watching Jayeon in his peripheral vision while your little boy tried with all his might. Before you know it, Jayeon scored 12 points. The three of you cheered for him, he gave you guys a big smile. Jungkook only scored 6 because he was purposely missing.

“Eomma, did you see that!” He says, jumping around. “I beat Appa!” 

You giggled at him while Jungkook came over to you. You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “I see what you did there” You told him. Jungkook only shrugged his shoulders.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” He replies. You roll your eyes, but a grin remained on your face. 

The four of you continued around the park before Jiyeon pointed something out. “Eomma can we have some?” She asks. You look over to see a cotton candy stand where they design the sweet goodness into little characters. You saw the two kids give you puppy dog eyes. It was almost time to leave for dinner, but with the way they’re staring at you…Let’s just say you can feel your resolve slowly start to crumble.

You looked towards Jungkook for some backup, only to see the similar look in his eyes. 

Children, you’re surrounded by children. 

Letting out a sigh, you nod your head. You watched as the three kids made their way over to the stand while you watched from afar with a small smile. 

You followed them soon after, not noticing the small camera flash a few metres away. 

You and the twins were in line for the merry go round while Jungkook went to the bathroom. He decided to get a big slushie and drank all of it within the span of 10 minutes. He told you guys to go on one of the rides while he went to relieve himself. You guys waited in line for a few minutes before it was your turn. You placed both of the twins on the horses while you stood in between them. 

You scanned the area to see if Jungkook was around. You ended up spotting his familiar mop of black hair in the crowd with a bucket filled with caramel corn but you raised a brow at a girl, definitely a few years younger than the two of you trying to speak to him. 

You saw his head whip around to look for you and the kids, while the girl continued to try to talk to him. Before you know it, the bell of the merry-go-round went off, indicating the beginning of the ride. You watched in amusement as the little kids began to laugh as it began to spin around. You watched as your twins started screaming when their horses started to go up and down as the ride went on.

You smiled to yourself, these two were your entire world. You were glad they came into your life.

Once the ride was finished, you saw Jungkook still speaking to the girl. But you can tell by his demeanor that he was getting a little antsy. 

You bent down towards the kids. “Hey, why won’t you guys go to Appa?” You told them, pointing towards the man who was looking around the area for the three of you.

Your kids wasted no time and ran towards him. “Appa!” They said. Jungkook’s face showed so much relief as you slowly made your way over to them.

“Hey baby” You said, linking your hand around his arm. You saw the girl furrow her eyebrows at your words. 

You looked at her with a fake smile. “Who’s this?” You asked him. He shrugs his shoulders. 

“I’m Son Misun” She says with an extremely high-pitched voice. “I was just asking him where one of these rides are”  You nod your head. 

You handed her the folded piece of paper. “Here’s the map, this might help” You said condescendingly. She gave you a tight lipped smile before accepting the pamphlet with a small thanks. 

“Now if you excuse us, my husband and I need to take the kids home. It’s almost dinner time” She nods her head and walks away. You roll your eyes while the kids munched on Jungkook’s caramel corn that he so happened to pass to them during that whole interaction.

“You okay?” You ask him. He nods and gives you a smirk. 

You tilt your head in confusion before noticing that your hand is swill wrapped around his bicep. You let go and clear your throat awkwardly.

“Sorry” You told him, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Jungkook only chuckles before wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“Don’t be sorry, it was hot” He says. You raise your brow at him.

“I like when you stake your claim on me” 

You blushed again at his words. “Eomma, why do you look like a tomato?” Jiyeon asks. You choke out a cough before holding the hands of both of your kids and begin to walk off. Jungkook follows closely behind you. You try not to look back because you know he’s still wearing that god forsaken smirk that makes your knees go weak.

It was around 6:00 P.M. when you guys came back. The kids were holding plushies and their faces were painted in different colours. Jiyeon had butterflies on her cheeks and Jayeon had a spiderman mask on his. It was quite cute. 

When they come out with their finished face paint, you couldn’t help but take the most adorable pictures of them. An old lady even came by and took a picture of the four of you, the twins between you and Jungkook. You scanned the picture with a warm heart, you guys look so happy. 

“Alright, what do you guys want for dinner?” You ask them as the four of you walk into your apartment. The twins immediately started naming options (majority of it unhealthy). You placed your bag on the counter while Jungkook helped the kids remove their shoes. 

The two immediately ran off while Jungkook stayed with you. He made his way over while you were looking through your phone to figure out what to have tonight. You felt Jungkook’s warm body and his familiar scent invading your senses. Turning around, you see him giving you a soft smile.

“Why won’t I cook today?” He asks, trapping you between his arms as he places his hands on the counter behind you. 

You smile at him. “Are you sure? Do you even cook that often anymore?” You ask, teasingly. Jungkook scoffs before walking over to the sink.

He begins to wash his hands while you watch him with a raised brow. “I’ll make the best dinner, you’ll forget your own name” He says. You snort and nod your head. 

You allowed Jungkook to do what he wanted to do. But you felt weird not doing anything at all. You tried to help him but he kept shooing you away. 

Until you saw Jungkook cutting up some apples, making an idea spike into your mind. You walk over to grab an apron and immediately get out your ingredients to start working. Jungkook turns around to see you mixing and measuring things. He makes his way over to you and you only glance over at him while you roll out the dough you just made.

“What are you making?” He asks. 

“Apple tarts” You told him. His face breaks out into an excited smile.

“Wait, the one you made after my game during our freshman year?” He asks. You nod your head as you begin to cut up the apples and place it in the sauce pan.

This felt so familiar. Jungkook cooked while you baked. It was just something the two of you always did back then and to know that you guys still work the same in the kitchen…It’s quite nice.

Almost half an hour later, Jungkook tells you that dinner is ready as you begin to put the tarts into the stove for cooking. 

You call out the kids, as Jungkook begins to set the table. You hear two pairs of little patter of feet making its way over to the dining room. “Oh Appa, that looks so good!” You hear Jayeon say. 

“Oh it smells so good!” Jiyeon says. You had to admit, it does smell good. 

Out of curiosity you make your way to the dining area to see the entire table filled with side dishes, rice, soup and Jungkook’s main course. Suyuk.

You smile at him, looking at the presentation of the food on the table. 

“Wahh, Jungkook-ah looks like you still got it!” You tell him teasingly. He only rolls his eyes with a chuckle before helping the twins sit on their chairs. He then comes over to pull out a chair for you. 

“Why thank you kind sir” You tell him.

“Anything for m’lady” He replies. The kids look at the food in awe before grabbing their bowls of rice.

“Appa can we start eating?” Jayeon asks. Jungkook only nods his head as the two kids immediately start digging into the food. You placed some pieces of meat and veggies on their plates as they ate. 

You didn’t notice Jungkook doing the same with you. You bite into the food and turn towards Jungkook with wide eyes. “Woah, this is so good” You tell him. Jungkook only smirks while the kids start exclaiming about how good they’re eating today.

It was bliss. This entire thing. The four of you have been eating dinner together a lot lately and this domestic feeling makes your heart skip a beat.

Not long after you finished eating, you heard the timer go off indicating the tarts are done. You got up and made your way over to the oven. You opened the oven door to see the perfect golden brown tarts sitting on the tray. Grabbing your oven mitts, you take out the pan and immediately start transferring the tarts onto another plate to cool off.

You topped it with some icing sugar and made your way out with the plate filled with tarts in your hands with smaller plates in the other. 

“It’s apple tarts!” Jiyeon says excitedly, before grabbing one and placing it on her plate. She immediately takes her utensils and cuts into it. All of you saw the apple filling oozing out and the dough made the perfect crunch noise. 

You placed a start on everyone else's plate. “God, I missed this” Jungkook said, biting into the tart with no remorse even though you know it’s still a little hot. 

You felt happy that they enjoyed it. 

It’s been a while since you baked anything, so it felt good to be able to do this. There was still a good amount left so you mentally reminded yourself to bring some to work tomorrow.

“Alright kiddies, time for your bath” You told them. The kids grumbled before making their way to the bathroom. You turn towards Jungkook who was washing the dishes. “Are you gonna head back home?” You asked, a little reluctantly. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost 8:30 P.M.

“Actually, I was meaning to ask…Would it be okay if I stay the night? I just don’t know if Areum has left my apartment and I really don’t want to deal with her right now” He asks. “If not, I can go to a hotel” 

You laugh a little bit. You go over to the couch and pull the string right under it. The couch started to form into the bed as you pulled it out. Looking back towards him, you gave him a smile.

“You can stay here until you’re ready” You tell him. He only smiles.

“Thanks, Y/N-ah” 

Suddenly you hear your kids calling you from the bathroom. “Go, I’ll finish this up then I’ll join you” Nodding your head, you make your way over to the bathroom to help the kids get ready for bed. Jungkook of course kept his promise, he joined the three of you a few minutes later. Even played with the kids as they bathed. 

Jungkook felt his heart warm in his chest as you giggled at something the kids were doing. He saw the way your eyes lit up while the other two splashed in the bathtub. 

This. This right here is everything he ever wanted. 

“Woah, what’s in your hands?” Soo-ah asks as you come into the staff room. You were holding a container filled with your tarts and a large pile of documents that Jungkook had to look over. This morning was quite stressful. Jungkook slept in, meaning he was late for work (you too since you rode with him and he stayed at your house). The kids were the ones to wake you both up, surprisingly. The two of them are up and ready for the day. So it was you and Jungkook scrambling around trying to get things together. 

His luggage that he took to Busan was still in your apartment so he just used one of the suits he packed while you, on the other hand, were having a bad hair day. You tried to straighten it down, but your hair was not cooperating with you, resulting in you just pulling half of it up.

You and Jungkook hurriedly made your way to the office. And the second the two of you got here, Seokjin’s assistant Sooyoung handed you a bunch of piles of folders that you needed to organize for Jungkook.

While the said man went to a meeting. 

Before he left, he placed the container of the apple tarts you made at the top of the pile and you gave him a smile in return. “Don’t forget to eat something” He says, before walking off. You made your way into the building, feeling tired and hungry so you decided to make a pit stop before you got to work. But you failed to notice people staring at you as you walk past them.

Now here you are, in the staff lounge with a bunch of things in your hands. You placed it on the table where Soo-ah was sitting before slumping down on the chair beside her. 

“I have so much work to do” You said, grumbling. She pats your head in sympathy when she looks at the container.

“Ouuu what’s this?” She asks, opening the box. Your head was still slumped on the table while she dug into one of the tarts.

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” She says. You look up with a pout. 

“Did you make these?” She asks. You nod your head as you begin to open one of the files. “You should ask Mr. Jeon to add this to the company products” She says, nudging you with her elbow. You narrow your eyes at her. 

“He wouldn’t do that” You tell her. She scoffs before turning her body towards you completely. 

“Honey, either you’re blind or in denial” She says. Caught off guard by her words, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask her. She rolls her eyes. 

“Y/N-ah, do I have to remind you how protective he got over you when Jisung was being a little too friendly with you? He’s always with you and I see the two of you leaving together every day. Not to mention…” She says, leaning towards you and whispers. “He’s your baby daddy”

You break away from her, before looking around. “Why are you whispering, there’s nobody here?” You ask her. She shrugs her shoulders. 

“You have no idea who’s lurking around here” Shrugging in understanding, you start organizing the files as you ate one of your apple tarts. 

“So how did that happen?” She asks. You glance at her in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You and Mr. Jeon? Clearly, you guys have known each other for a while if your kids are grown like that” 

Your mouth forms an “O” in understanding. “Well, uhm. We dated back in college.” You told her, she nodded her head. You didn’t want to tell her everything. It’s not like you don't trust her, but that time for you was quite difficult and you didn’t want to disclose yours and Jungkook’s business during work hours.

Maybe one day, but not right now. 

Suddenly the door opens to reveal your brother walking in with another colleague. He spots you sitting at the table beside Soo-ah and guides his friend over to you guys. He plops down beside you.

He sees the open box of apple tarts and he immediately grabs one. But he does it in a way that’s inconvenient for you, aka leaning over which disrupts your task of organizing the paperwork. 

“Yah! You could’ve just asked Soo-ah to pass it over” You tell him. He only laughs before locking his arm around your shoulders. You try to shrug him off but he’s persistent. 

You ignore him and go back to your task. “Oh, by the way, this is Jung Hoseok. He’s a new member of my department, he just got promoted.” He says. You and Soo-ah greet him while Taehyung hands him an apple tart.

“Wow this is great” He says. “Did you bake this?”

You nod your head. “Wahh, this should be sold” He says. Taehyung and Soo-ah immediately agree, your brother waving his arms around in excitement as the three of them discuss this. 

You poke your brother on his side. “Yahhhh, Taehyung-ah you’re getting crumbs all over the paper” You scold. He only smiles and apologizes with a peck on the head. The other two look at you guys in confusion.

“Are you guys dating?” Hoseok asks. You and Taehyung look at each other in bewilderment before you guys burst out laughing. 

“No, he’s my twin brother” You say, tears coming out of your eyes. The two widen their eyes in understanding. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!” He starts. You guys wave him off.

It happens. 

But Soo-ah looked at you guys closely. “You do have the same smile” She says. You and your brother just shrug before the door opens again. 

This time, it was a bunch of female workers that everyone seems to hate. Well from what you can tell because they all got quiet. One of the girls spots you guys sitting at one of the tables and she immediately makes her way over. She nudges you over and turns towards your brother. 

“Hiii Taehyung Oppa” She says with a fake baby voice. You roll your eyes before gathering your files so nobody sees the contents inside of it. 

“Uh…Hey, Sherin-ssi” He says, awkwardly. You look at your brother in amusement. This is quite interesting to watch. 

“I missed you over the weekend, you should’ve come to the bar to have drinks with us” She says, the other girls behind you joining in. To be honest, you forgot they were there. 

“Ah sorry, I had to take care of my niece and nephew” He replies. “Come next time, hm?” She asks, rubbing her hand on his arm. You look at him with narrowed eyes. He gives you a panicked look, indicating that he needs some help. God, what would he do without you?

“Ahem.” You say. The girl looks over at you with an annoyed look. 

“What?” She asks. You raise your brow at her. 

“What do you mean ‘what’? This is a workplace, not some school cafeteria where you flirt with your colleagues during work hours.” You tell her. She rolls her eyes and looks down at you. 

“And why would that matter to you? Given your reputation.” She says. You squint your eyes in confusion. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask. She smiles menacingly before pulling out her phone. She pulls up a recent article and shows you the content. 

You widen your eyes in shock. 

Korea’s Most Famous Young CEO is Having an Affair with his Assistant? 

And With Kids Too?

You look back up at her surprised. “What? Cat got your tongue?” She asks. Your brother goes over to her in confusion as he looks over Minsu’s shoulder to see the article. You look around the room to see it piled up with more people giving you judgemental stares. 

Taehyung wastes no time, gathering your files and guiding you out of the room. Soo-ah trailing behind you with Hoseok telling everyone to go back to work. He guides you over to Jungkook’s office. 

Opening the door, you see him pacing around the room. Worried out of his mind. He looks up at the sound of the door opening. He immediately makes his way over to you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, cupping your cheeks with his hands. You nod your head. Jimin and Seokjin make their way into the office as well.

“Jungkook-ah, did you see this?” Jimin asks, holding a tablet out for him. Jungkook grabs the device and scans over the article. This was taken yesterday when you guys were at Lotte world. They even got a picture of the four of you together, luckily your kids' faces were shown. There was even a picture of you guys coming out of the car with the kids. 

You look up at him concerned. “Jungkook-ah, what about the twins?” You ask worriedly. You don’t even care about yourself, you’re more worried about Jayeon and Jiyeon. You just hope nobody figures it out. Jungkook is quite famous, you wouldn’t want them to be in the spotlight like that.

“Don;t worry, I won’t let anything happen to them” He says, reassuring you. Nodding your head, you sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

“Who would do something like this?” Taehyung asks. “Like how would they even know?” 

Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone starts ringing. He looks at the caller ID with wide eyes before answering.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I told you it wasn’t over.” Areum replies. 

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