Tumblr Is Soooo Dryyyyyyyyyy And Rereading Has Become So Boring. Sigh, Lemme Write Something

tumblr is soooo dryyyyyyyyyy and rereading has become so boring. sigh, lemme write something

They're stupidly in love already🙈

Home for the Holidays (M)

❄ pairing: jungkook x f. reader

❄ genre: strangers to lovers, fake dating au, college au, light smut [18+]

❄ summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

❄ wc: 15k

❄ warnings: pet names (babe, baby, darling, honey, sweetie, sweetheart), food mention throughout, mention of conning JK's grandmother, allusions to abortion, mention of slot machines, making out, dry humping, sexual thoughts, mention of anxiety

❄ a/n: I had to split this into 2 parts bc of tumblr. part 2 will be out in a week or two

❄ date: December 31, 2023

“Your grandmother just gave your brother a brand new house for getting engaged,” Jungkook’s mom states during their weekly phone call.

“What?” Jungkook is astounded at the news, not about his brother, Seojun, being engaged, but getting a home for it.

“Your grandmother is in a giving mood this year, son. Something about not being able to take money with her when she passes,” Jungkook’s mom shrugs on the other end of the line. “I’m sure she’d get you something if you brought someone home for the holidays. Maybe a check for a few grand or an apartment. You never know with her.”

“An apartment? Or money? And all I’d have to do is bring someone home?” Jungkook asks, looking for confirmation.

“Well, not any rando off the street, Jungkook. A girlfriend, boyfriend, partner? Just someone, Jungkook. Someone you’re semi-serious about. Don’t go bringing a Tinder match to our home.”

“Moooom,” Jungkook wipes his face with his hand, embarrassed.

“I’m just saying, I know how much you kids like to hook up. Not in my home though,” Jungkook wonders if he can die from listening to this conversation.

“Anyway, your father is trying to wrap Christmas gifts and cut his hand with the tape dispenser for the third time, so I gotta go. Bring someone home! Use condoms, love you!” Jungkook grimaces, hanging up. He knows his mother meant well, but sometimes she was a bit too much to handle so early in the day.

“A girlfriend?” Jungkook bites his lip, pacing back and forth. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, school taking up most of his time but with only a few short weeks until Christmas, he was hoping his grandmother would come through with some money or something. All he had to do was take someone home for Christmas. How hard could that be?

“Jungkook!” His grandmother wraps him in a tight hug when he stands on his parents’ porch on Thanksgiving. He hugs his grandma back tightly, kissing her cheek as he follows her inside the home. 

“Kookie!” His mother greets him with a smile, hugging him before leading him to the kitchen.  “Here, eat this.”

Jungkook sighed. Two seconds home, and his mother was already trying to shove food down his throat.  

“Mom, I just got here,” he states, but it’s a mistake as his mom puts the appetizer in his mouth.  

“Chew, I don’t need you choking,” his mother says as she grabs something else from another plate to place in Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Mom,” Jungkook splutters, but his mom waves her hand, dismissing him.   

“Hey,” Jungkook’s brother smirks as he relishes in Jungkook’s discomfort. He’d gotten here the day before and was subject to his mom’s need to feed him. 

“Has she been like this all day?” Jungkook asks his brother, who nods. “She’s been having me taste test everything since I got here. She’ll probably do the same to Saraí.”

“She’s coming?” Jungkook quirks his head. He’d met Saraí a few times throughout the years, and although he wasn’t super close to her, he thought she was good for Seojun. She had never been one to come for the holidays though, his brother would be the one going to her family’s instead.  

“Yes, grandma loves her, and she’s thankful for the house,” Jungkook watches his brother turn and leave abruptly right before their mother appears and pinches Jungkook’s cheeks to get him to open his mouth as she places something in it.   “Chew,” his mother demands and Jungkook does so before she’s tugging him into the dining room and sitting him in a chair. Jungkook knew he was in for a long weekend. 

“So,” Grandmother Jeon starts and Jungkook sinks further into his chair. He refuses to look away from the pumpkin pie sitting on his plate, hoping his grandma will overlook him. Unfortunately, that’s not what happens. 

“Anyone special in your life?” Jungkook lets the question hang in the air for a moment as sweat beads on his forehead. 

Saraí and Seojun are holding hands on the table, her diamond ring sparkling in the light. Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he slowly meets his grandmother’s gaze. 

Do it for an apartment. Do it for the apartment, he thinks as he nervously clears his throat. He can feel his palms grow clammy in his lap and he drags them across his thighs on his jeans to dry them. 

“Um, yeah,” he answers, lying through his teeth. His parents' low chatter ceases as they look at him with wide eyes. His grandmother and brother do the same. “I’m seeing someone.”

Jungkook loathes having all eyes on him. He looks back at his pumpkin pie, his fork dipping into the whipped cream as his family exchanges surprised looks.

It’s his mom who breaks the silence. “You’re seeing someone? How come you didn’t mention it before?”

Jungkook knows better than to lie to his mother, but Grandmother Jeon is in a generous mood. Her checkbook is already sitting on the table, and from a glance at it, she’s writing a check under his name. 

“We didn’t want to tell anyone until we got serious,” Jungkook lies, his cheeks growing warm. He licks his lips, tongue toying with his lip ring. 

His brother raises a brow but says nothing. His grandmother hands Jungkook a check for $500.

“When are we meeting them?” She asks as she places her hand on Jungkook’s.

“Maybe for Christmas? They wanted to be with their family for Thanksgiving. But I’ll ask,” Jungkook lies again, sinking further into his chair. 

Saraí slams her wedding planning binder on the table, distracting his family. They grow excited as they discuss ideas for the wedding and Saraí locks eyes with Jungkook, winking at him. 

At least she had his back, even if she saw right through his lies.

“I’m so fucked,” Jungkook groans on Monday morning in the cafeteria. His friends, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok, eye him curiously.

“How so?” Hoseok asks as he takes a bite of his breakfast burrito.

“I sort of lied to my family over Thanksgiving,” Jungkook sighs heavily. The group of friends is waiting for the class to release so Namjoon and Seokjin, both TAs, can join them. Maybe between the seven of them, they could come up with a plan. 

“What did you do?” Yoongi knows this is about to head south. If it were something simple, Jungkook would have asked for help in the group chat instead of gathering them around first thing in the morning after break. Finals were rolling out soon, and they all had busy schedules, so this must be dire. 

“Hey guys,” Namjoon waves as Seokjin greets them and takes a seat. Namjoon sits beside him, setting his backpack on the table. “What did we miss?”

Namjoon notes the serious atmosphere, the tension so thick it’s almost stifling. 

“Jungkook fucked up Thanksgiving,” Taehyung chirps.

Jungkook sends him a glare accompanied by his middle finger. “I did not.”

“What did you do then?” Seokjin asks as he steals a pancake off Yoongi’s plate. Yoongi smacks Seokjin's hand and then shudders when Seokjin licks the pancake before offering to return it to Yoongi. 

“Did you get someone pregnant?” Namjoon pipes up. “Because there are options.”

“What? No!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he shakes his head. 

“Oh, thank god!” Yoongi sighs in relief. “We have finals coming up.”

“So if you didn’t create a Little Jeon, what is it?” Jimin asks, his head resting on Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“I told them I was seeing someone, seriously,” Jungkook admits, licking his lips. 

“Ooh,” his friends say in unison. 

“Why’d you lie?” Hoseok asks through a mouthful of burrito.

“When’s the last time you even went out on a date?” Seokjin asks as he eyes the remaining pancake on Yoongi’s plate. 

“Hey! I’ve dated!” Jungkook exclaims in protest. His friends laugh in response. 

“Okay,” Jungkook gives in. “So, maybe it’s been a while.”

“What are you gonna do?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with genuine curiosity. 

“I’ll have to find someone. My grandmother is loaded and gave my brother a house for being engaged. She gave me a check just for being in a relationship. Who knows what I’ll get for dating someone seriously.”

“Being in a nonexistent relationship,” Jimin reminds him and Jungkook sighs, his head hidden in the palms of his hands. 

“There’s the dilemma. I said maybe they’d go for Christmas to meet my family and if I don’t have someone on my arm, I can kiss my gift goodbye.”

“Why not take one of us?” Yoongi asks. 

“Because my brother knows we all hang out. He’d never believe we were dating, besides he follows all of us on social media. He’d know the truth and you know he can’t keep a secret to save his life,” Jungkook sighs heavily. “Remember when he told my parents about Jimin’s house party.”

Jimin groans. “I was grounded all summer with no phone.”

“Exactly. He’d ruin this for me,” Jungkook huffs. “I need to find someone to pretend to be my partner. Just for the holidays, we can break up when school starts.”

“So operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go?” Namjoon asks as he takes notes in his spiral notebook. 

“Pfft,” Jungkook splutters. “Don’t say it like that!”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?” Taehyung raises a brow and Jungkook nods in defeat. 

“We’ll work on the name later,” Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “First, we need to get Jungkook a fake date for Christmas.” 

“It has to be convincing,” Seokjin states. “If this is going to work, you’ll have to convince us you’re dating. You won’t pass Grandmother Jeon’s Christmas if you can’t even get through us.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods in agreement. He could do this. He could totally do this… right?

“Operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go!” Namjoon exclaims, ignoring Jungkook’s groan. 

“I hate it here.”

Two days later, Jungkook still hasn’t thought of anyone who could help him out. His friends have been drowning in school work and the group chat has been silent. 

Namjoon promised to meet up with him later that day for coffee, something about a genius idea for the scheme. 

Jungkook feels guilty. He never wanted to con his grandmother, but he knew he probably wouldn’t get an apartment or a home without doing so. Besides, he’d have to admit to his family that he lied and he doesn’t think he could face them. It was bad enough that Saraí had caught on. 

Sighing, Jungkook turns back to his work. His presentation has to be perfect by Friday and he’s dragging it out a little too long.

~

“No,” Jungkook huffs in frustration. His friend furrows his brows. 

“No?” Namjoon asks for clarification. He looks down at the flyer on the table between them. He bites his lip. He had already plastered them around campus. He thought it was a genius idea. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook groans when he learns of the elder’s action. “Why?”

“You need someone soon,” Namjoon shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like I put your phone number on it. I used Seokjin’s.”

“That’s not-” Jungkook shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence. His face fell into his palms as he muffled a frustrated scream that earned him a few odd gazes from the patrons in the coffee shop. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. 

Jungkook looks at the flyer again, rereading it:

Girlfriend (or boyfriend) for hire! Must be available to join me and my family for Christmas break. You will be paid with free lunch during the rest of the semester and cash upon completion. Must be okay with holding hands, kissing, and some mild PDA. It is a ruse for my family. Serious inquiries only. Text below.

“Couldn’t you have worded it better?” Jungkook sighs. “It comes off a little desperate.”

“You are desperate,” Namjoon deadpans. 

Jungkook bites back a retort. He waves his hand in defeat. “Fine, it’s already around campus.”

“Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin’s voice cuts through the coffee shop. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack, his long legs taking him to the other exit as Seokjin chases him with a flyer in his hand and threatens to do ungodly things to him for using his phone number. 

Jungkook shakes his head, his coffee in his hands. 

What a mess this has turned out to be.

“Jimin!” You shout as you slam your bookbag on the table you’ve claimed as yours. 

Jimin waves as he approaches, ignoring the glares of the other students now continuing their search for a table. 

“I’m so stressed over this final,” Jimin says as he takes a chair beside you before setting his backpack on the empty one beside him. 

“Same,” you reply. “I went over the review seven times and it still feels like I know nothing.”

“Do you want to compare answers?” Jimin asks as he scoots closer to you, his review squished next to yours. 

“I can’t wait for the holidays,” you groan as you compare answers and curse when you see you got a different answer than Jimin did. 

“Doing anything fun?” Jimin grabs his eraser, handing it to you. You take it with a “thanks” and erase your answer. You know well enough that Jimin is rarely wrong with numbers. 

“No, I’m staying on campus. My family lives far away and plane tickets are ridiculous,” you answer, ignoring the sadness that bubbles up in your chest. 

“You know you’re welcome to come home with me and Taehyung,” Jimin offers. “Jungkook and Namjoon also live in our neighborhood, so you’ll have familiar faces around.”

You smile. You had met a few of Jimin’s friends throughout the year of your friendship. They were sweet and a little chaotic, but there was a lot of love between them. You had never hung out with them one-on-one without Jimin, but maybe it was something you should consider.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jimin,” you take your pencil and allow him to explain how he got his answer and you immediately find where you went wrong. You were so ready for this class to be over and done with.

~

After a long study session with Jimin, you head to the coffee shop. You pick a table by the window, watching the snow fall gently while Jimin grabs your usual order. 

Besides you, the bulletin board has random advertisements. Some are selling books, some looking for roommates, and one catches your gaze. 

You rip it off the board, eyeing the red and pink hearts. You giggle when you read through it, showing it to Jimin the moment he sets your drinks and pastries down on the table. 

“Look at this,” you grin as he reads it.

Jimin rubs the back of his neck. “I know who’s ad this is.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen at the promise of gossip. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

Jimin chuckles as you nearly bounce out of your seat. He shakes his head. This was why the two of you got along so well. 

“You remember my friend Jungkook? Tall, long emo hair, piercings, and full tattoo sleeve?”

“And thighs to die for, yes. I remember,” you sigh. Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. So what?

Jimin stares at you, smiling like the Grinch, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“What?” You pick at your pastry to avoid his gaze. 

“I just thought of a way to solve your problem and Jungkook’s,” Jimin explains as he sips his gingerbread latte. 

“How?” 

“You can be Jungkook’s fake girlfriend!” Jimin says in a duh tone. 

“Jimin, that’s absurd! I barely even know him!” You protest, shaking your head. 

“So? He’s a good guy. He’s just in a tough spot right now. Plus, we’d be able to hang out every day and you wouldn’t be here by yourself.” Jimin’s tone softens as his hand is placed over yours. He truly cares about you just as you did for him and you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes. 

“Okay, but only if he’s okay with it,” you give in. “And I want my meals and money.”

“Done! I’ll give him your number! You won’t regret this, babe. His parents always cook the best meals and his brother is a master with dessert!” Jimin nearly moans at the thought of Christmas dinner. 

You laugh, shaking your head and drinking your hot chocolate. 

Perhaps you were in over your head, but the thought of not being alone for weeks on end seemed like a good idea. You’d also have Jimin and his friends around and maybe you could get to know Jungkook better. 

Or it could all fall apart and blow up in your face.

[unknown]: hello, is this Jimin’s friend?

[you]: I mean, I have a name 

[unknown]: this is Jungkook

[unknown]: I’m sorry, of course, I know your name

[Jungkook]: I just got nervous, sorry 

[you]: I assume Jimin filled you in?

[Jungkook]: he did, thank you so much

[Jungkook]: can we meet in person to discuss this? I’m not very good at texting 

[you]: sure, meet me in the cafeteria 

~

Jungkook wipes his palms on his jeans for the third time in the past five minutes. His hair made his forehead sweat and his lips were red from how much he was biting them. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It’s not like you were a stranger to him or he to you, but the two of you had never had one one-on-one time.

What if you were just kidding?

Jimin had assured him you were down to be his fake girlfriend, but what if you changed your mind? He hadn’t been having much luck despite Joon’s advertisement scattered around campus, and Seokjin was planning on changing his phone number tomorrow afternoon. 

This whole thing was a mess. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to call his mom and explain. 

However, the check had cleared already and he’d already used some of it for Christmas gifts. 

Jungkook was in over his head. This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen. 

Just when he’s about to turn around and head out, he spots you. 

Smiling, he feels relieved that you showed up. You’re wearing your favorite sweater, a pretty cerulean one with white snowflakes and an adorable snowman on the front. 

From what Jungkook can recall, you’re quite fond of snowmen. You find them adorable. Maybe he knows you a little better than he thought and this could turn out okay. 

“Hi!” you chirp, waving as you reach him. You clutch your backpack tighter as you take him in. How is it possible for him to look so good? 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says genuinely. 

“Sure! Jimin kind of filled me in earlier but I would like a little more info on what I’m getting myself into,” you state, your fingers twiddling the strap of your backpack. 

“Of course,” Jungkook nods, smiling just enough for you to notice the cute mole under his lip. 

However, before the two of you can continue your conversation, music booms loudly over the speakers in the cafeteria.

Try as he might, Jungkook can’t hear you over the music and suggests heading to the cafe instead. You agree as you follow him, wondering if the silence between you is as awkward for him as it was for you. 

Minutes later, the two of you have your drinks and are sitting in the nearly empty cafe. You’re thankful for the warmth of your hot cocoa and a quieter atmosphere.

“So,” you start, clearing your throat. “Tell me about your plan.”

Jungkook can feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He avoids your gaze, focusing on the mug of coffee in front of him. 

“I need a fake girlfriend for Christmas,” Jungkook finally says, just above a whisper. He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes, so he fiddles with the handle of the mug. 

“I told my family I was in a serious relationship and if I don’t show up with someone, they’ll know I lied,” Jungkook finished.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask, trying to get more information out of him, but it’s clear his embarrassment is holding him back. 

Swallowing thickly, Jungkook nods. “I just, I don’t usually lie to my parents about stuff like this, but my brother just got engaged and my grandmother gave him a house…”

“So you're wondering what she’ll give you if I show up on your arm?” You finish for him after he trails off. 

Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his drink to buy himself some time and to prepare for the rejection. He knew it was a dumb idea. 

“And your family is okay with me staying there until break ends or you come home?” You inquire. 

“Yeah, they’ll give you a room and everything, and of course, I’ll pay you,” Jungkook said. Were you seriously considering this?

“What do you need me to do? Lay it out for me, Kook.”

“It’s pretty simple,” Jungkook bites his lip. He reaches for his backpack on the chair beside him and takes out a notebook and pen. “We need my friends to believe we’re dating, even though they know the plan. They’ll help us prepare for Christmas break. We need my family to believe we’re dating and we may need to hold hands and stuff to prove it. We can’t be awkward around each other if this is going to work.”

“Sounds simple enough,” you agree with a nod.

“We can set up a schedule to get to know each other more and maybe take some photos together,” Jungkook suggests. 

“Sure, just don’t forget to feed me,” you tease with a smile. 

Jungkook chuckles. “I won’t forget.”

“Cool,” you grin as you finish your drink. “I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I have to study. I’ve got a test tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t let me keep you. I’ll text you later with the details.”

“Okay,” you gather your belongings and Jungkook carefully grabs your wrist. 

You raise a brow in question. 

“We should probably take a picture together for our lock screen,” he explains as he holds up his phone. 

You nod, standing beside him as he takes a picture of the two of you. 

“I’ll send it to you tonight,” he promises as you wave and leave the cafe. 

Was this insane enough to work?

Saturday morning comes quickly, especially when your phone is ringing on your nightstand right by your head. 

Groaning, you reach over for it, only to see Jungkook’s name on your screen. It takes a second to answer, eyes fluttering shut as you grunt. 

“Good morning,” Jungkook chirps and you grunt again.  

Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, I guess you’re not a morning person.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you free today? I was thinking we could get together for some fake dating stuff.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously. He knew asking last minute probably wasn’t the most ideal, but the rest of the week had slipped by him in a haze. 

The only time he had seen you was for a few minutes to buy you lunch and dinner in the cafeteria, but it didn’t leave any time for scheming.

“Jungkook,” you groan his name as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.”

“It’s almost 10, Sleeping Beauty,” Jungkook giggles and your icy demeanor starts to melt. How could you be mad at him?

Sighing, you rub your eyes with your free hand. “All right, what’s the plan?”

“How about lunch and a photoshoot?” 

“A photoshoot?” You repeat, befuddled.

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles nervously. He feels dumb suggesting it now, but if he wanted to make this look legit, pictures as proof were needed, as kindly Taehyung reminded him just last night. “You know, as proof?”

“Proof?” You yawn as you ask but sit up in bed. “Fine, but I’m owed lunch and ice cream after.”

“Okay! Jimin and Hoseok will be at your dorm in thirty minutes and we’ll meet up with Tae in the quad.”

“Wait, why?”

“To take pictures,” Jungkook explains.

“No,” you shake your head. “Why are they coming over?”

“Oh,” Jungkook laughs, smiling to himself. “They’re gonna pick out your outfits.”

“What exactly did I sign up for?” You mutter to yourself, but Jungkook ignores it. 

“See you then! Bye!” And the call ends without you getting a last word in.

“Time to get up, I guess,” you grumble as you set your phone on the nightstand and pull the covers off you. You curse Jungkook when a shiver runs down your spine and you shuffle into your bathroom for a hot shower. 

-

Thirty minutes later, Hoseok and Jimin are at your door with bright grins.

You knew Hoseok was studying fashion design. It’s no surprise when he beelines it to your closet the moment pleasantries are exchanged. He digs in your drawers, tossing things on your bed as Jimin grabs a duffel bag.

“Hey!” you protest when a shirt hits your head.

“Sorry!” Hoseok apologizes hastily as he plans five outfits and a swimsuit. 

Jimin helps dry your hair, chatting your ear off as he helps you lay out your makeup on your desk, smiling at the kitty-shaped mirror that sits on it. “Thank you for helping Jungkook. He’s been stressing about this since Thanksgiving.”

“It’s not the best situation to be in,” you say as you put eyeshadow primer on your eyelid. Hoseok hums to himself as he takes photos with his Polaroid camera of your outfits and sends the images to Yoongi and Jungkook.

“He just puts his foot in his mouth,” Jimin defends his best friend and you wave him away.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Besides, I’m happy to help and spend the holidays with you. It gets lonely being on campus when nobody else is.”

Jimin wraps himself around you, squeezing you tight. “You never have to worry about being alone as long as we’re around, okay?”

You swallow thickly, blinking away the hot tears that pool in your eyes. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chirps as he wipes your tears and helps you do your makeup.

Jungkook wrings his hands as he paces back and forth. Taehyung has taken the liberty of setting up his equipment in the quad. Seeing as it’s a Saturday, there are not many people around even when finals are coming up. It gives you some kind of privacy.

Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting down nearby, sharing snacks and laughing at another inside joke. Jungkook wishes he could be as carefree as them, but this will be the first time he’ll have to touch you. He knows you agreed, but he’s terrified of making this situation more awkward than it has to be. 

Yoongi has given up on reassuring him. Instead, he busies himself, adjusting the lighting and taking orders from Taehyung.

Since Hoseok texted the group chat that the three of you were on the way, he’s begun pacing back and forth. Nobody has attempted to soothe him since Yoongi tried. They mind their business, happy to be supportive from the sidelines.

Oh.

You’re here.

Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat. You look gorgeous.

You laugh at something Jimin says. He’s always been the best at easing any tension. He’s glad he’s your friend as well.

Perhaps you could come out of this as friends come January.

“Hey!” you wave as Hoseok carries your duffel bag over to Yoongi and Taehyung. The three of them stand together discussing the photoshoot.

There are a few key photos they can do today if the weather cooperates. Taehyung is amazing at editing, so he can change anything to make it seem like they were taken a while back instead of all on the same day.

Yoongi took the liberty of editing Jungkook’s Instagram posts, figuring his brother wouldn’t notice too much if a few photos were removed or added.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Taehyung shouts, clapping his hands and getting into photographer mode. You jump, hurrying to Jungkook’s side with a shy smile.

Taehyung briefly says hello as he arranges the two of you for the first photoshoot. They look like selfies from the angle of his camera. You worry you’re breathing too loudly when you stand too close to Jungkook, but he’s worried about his own body to notice yours.

Taehyung moves your hands to Jungkook’s shoulders, and you hide your smile on his shoulder as his hands go to your waist.

Your friends watch from the sidelines. The only one who approaches you is Jimin when your hair has gone astray or to feed you snacks in between. 

Taehyung will have plenty to work with once he’s in his room editing. He moves on to the next shoot and Jimin follows you to the bathroom, waiting outside with Hoseok as you change into the next outfit.

“Wow!” Hoseok breathes as Jimin grins.

“Jungkook’s gonna lose it.”

“Shut up,” you laugh as you follow them back to the photoshoot. You go stand beside Yoongi, who is fixing a light. He smiles when he sees you, pulling you into a hug.

“You look amazing!” he compliments, and you hush him.

Jungkook approaches with rose-tinted cheeks. He takes in your outfit, your shirt and coat match his. You wear a skirt and thigh-high socks with a chunky pair of Mary Janes. 

“Wow!” he breathes without meaning to.

He looks hot in his coat, his hair ruffled by the wind, and his lips glossy from his chapstick. Taehyung is quick to move the two of you closer. He takes a few shots, calling Jimin over with Namjoon to make the two of you laugh. You’re giggling when the camera goes off. Taehyung knows he’ll have to keep up with the two of you to make sure photos keep coming. You’re instructed to take pictures together, and your friends also doing so to upload them on their feeds.

“And kiss,” Taehyung demands from behind the camera.

You and Jungkook exchange wry looks.

Taehyung looks up from his camera, wondering what’s taking the both of you so long.

“Hello?” he waves. “Kiss.”

Seokjin steps up beside Taehyung. “You have kissed, right?”

“Um…” Jungkook looks at you for help.

“Uh… you see…” you trail off.

“You haven’t?” Seokjin sighs, running a hand over his face in exasperation. “Yoongi!”

“What?!” Yoongi shouts in response.

“They haven’t kissed! Fix it!” Seokjin whines as he stomps his foot.

“Way to make this awkward,” Jungkook mutters.

“Namjoon!” Yoongi yells, and Namjoon looks at him with wide eyes, wiping nacho cheese flavoring on his jeans.

“Take them to the hall,” Yoongi instructs.

Namjoon nods as he motions for the two of you to follow him into the building. He stands with his back to you and Jungkook.

You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes. Jungkook is tugging on his pants. He refuses to look at you, but he knows if he takes much longer, Taehyung and his fury will envelop you.

“We don’t have to,” Jungkook assures you.

“No, no. I want to,” you reassure him as you step closer to him. You ignore the thundering of your heart as you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook grips your waist in his large hands, squeezing your sides as he leans in to meet you halfway.

When your lips meet his, fireworks go off behind your eyelids. You melt into him, gripping him tighter as your lips move with his. It’s better than you could have ever imagined, your lips tingling from his kiss as flashes go off in the distance.

Taehyung has captured your first kiss without you knowing, but that’s a problem for another day as Jungkook cradles your head, pressing you against the wall. His lips are like fire, burning you to your core as you pull him closer, your body pressed to his as his tongue slips past your lips and your knees buckle from his kiss.

A moan escapes you, your hands gripping his shirt tightly for some sense of balance as you kiss him deeper. Your other hand cards through his hair, the coldness of his lip rings pressing to your fiery hot lips, making you melt into a puddle as the camera goes off repeatedly.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses when you come up for air.

You giggle as you pull him into a hug. “Way to break the awkwardness.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Thanks for this, darling.” “No problem, babe.”

The photo shoot ends an hour later. Jungkook keeps his promise to buy you lunch when he invites you over to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment.

You share a pizza, sneaking away to his apartment next door for dessert. He hands you a Snickers ice cream bar, that you down with several moans and beg for more.

He obliges, thanking you for your participation tonight.

“No worries. I’m looking forward to Christmas with you and Jimin,” you state as you lick your ice cream.

“Really?”

“Of course,” you state as you finish your ice cream, tossing your wrapper into the trashcan. “I get lonely around the holidays.”

“Well, you won’t have to anymore.”

~

Schedules have been handed out on Monday when you returned to class. Professors are cracking down, urging you to review the material, some heavily hinting at what will be on the exam, others handing out a review sheet that will be the same as the exam except with the numbers changed, and some wishing you luck with a sinister grin. 

Jungkook has set up a study date for tomorrow. He wants to compare schedules while getting to know you. His time is limited until all the exams are done and grades are posted, but his visit home is also weighing heavily on his shoulders. 

The two of you spent the weekend sharing TikToks and memes, following each other on socials and hoping his brother wasn’t as big of a snoop as Jungkook seemed to claim. This would only work if he could be fooled because his parents never spent time online unless they absolutely had to. Often, Jungkook had to reset his mom’s passwords because she would forget and get locked out. She didn’t even know the password to her email and his dad just piggybacked on his wife’s account. 

Grandmother Jeon just video-called him and Seojun, seeing as she spent most of her time chatting with friends, gardening, or at the slot machines. She didn’t care too much to learn how to scroll through everything, and honestly, just being able to use YouTube and text was enough for her. 

When you find Jungkook at the cafe, he’s humming to himself as he writes something down in his notebook. He taps his foot quietly, ignoring the buzz of the surrounding customers. His backpack sits on the chair across from him, to deter anyone from taking a seat.

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, ignoring the fluttering in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes lock on his lips. He’s playing with his lip ring, a habit you’ve noticed as of late. You remember the kiss you shared over the weekend. You haven’t stopped thinking about it and it adds to your nervousness and giddiness. Maybe you were over your head, but the kiss you shared felt nice. You were looking forward to kissing him again, feeling his hand cup your face gently as his lips pressed against yours. 

“Hey,” he smiles bashfully. He moves his backpack off the chair for you to sit. 

“How are you?” You ask as you sit down, unzipping your bag to take your book out and a purple notebook. You’re dreading exam week, knowing you won’t be able to relax until everything is said and done. 

You still need to set up a study date with Jimin for the classes you share, and you hope it goes smoothly. 

“Stressed,” Jungkook chuckles as he taps his pencil on the table before setting it down. “Finals always suck the life out of me.”

“Same,” you sigh as you open your book. “But then we’ll be off for a few weeks.”

“I’m looking forward to Christmas dinner. My mom makes the best dishes. Ugh, you’re gonna love it,” Jungkook assures you. 

You bite back a smile. He looks adorable, his eyes sparkling. 

“Are you sure your family won’t mind if I stay with you? I could ask Jimin if I can crash at his place,” you offer. 

“Trust me, they’ll be more than happy to have you stay with us. Don’t even worry about it,” Jungkook smiles as he taps his pencil again. 

Relief fills you, but you still worry about making a good impression. Despite this being a farce, you don’t want his parents to detest you. 

Perhaps you’ll bring it up after finals. There’s no need to add more stress for Jungkook when his brows are furrowed and his lips look like they’ve seen better days from how much he’s biting them. 

Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and slowly press your thumb to his bottom lip until his teeth release it. You don’t say a word as you move your thumb away, smiling instead as you turn to your studies. 

Jungkook blushes, staring at you for a moment too long before he buries his face in his book. His hand scribbles notes into his notebook, but he finds it rather hard to concentrate. He’s been thinking about the kiss you shared on Saturday. He can’t stop thinking about it and he knows it’s just part of the act, but he’s been in over his head since Jimin introduced you. 

At first, he thought you and Jimin were an item. Probably crushing on each other, but soon it was obvious Jimin saw you as a friend and nothing else. The two of you fought like siblings, tackling each other for the last soda, tickling each other until one of you almost peed your pants, and arm wrestling over the last slice of pizza, only for Seokjin to call seniority and scoop it out of the box before either of you could fight him for it. 

You brought chaos to their friend-group, so you fit right in. Jungkook was shy. He kept to himself until he felt comfortable enough to open up, and he wished now more than ever that he’d done so before this whole debacle. Maybe it would be easier to move from friends to fake dating. He hopes there’s no awkwardness between this once it’s said and done.

An hour turns into two, and soon the two of you are putting your books away. Jungkook places an order for dinner and you eat together. 

“I like their chicken salad croissants,” you gush as you take another bite. “They’re the best on campus.”

“Have you been to the Cupcake Boutique in town? They have the best cupcakes. The woman who owns the shop is so sweet.”

“I don’t think I’ve been there, but if they have a chocolate cupcake, I’m down.” You smile. 

“You’ll love them! I’ll take you once we get to my parents' house. Jimin will probably tag along. He can eat a dozen at once if he wants to.” Jungkook shakes his head. 

“Hmm, maybe we can have a cupcake-eating contest,” you joke, and Jungkook guffaws. 

“I don’t think you’d make it out alive. Jimin is very competitive,” he chuckles. 

Once you finish eating, Jungkook helps clean up the table before offering to walk you to your dorm. 

“I’ll see you later this week. We can study again and get to know each other more. I have a feeling Namjoon is dying to quiz us,” you shrug. 

“Sure thing,” Jungkook agrees. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can still back out.”

“I’m not backing out, Kook. Let me do this for you, okay?” You smile at him, moving in for a quick peck to his cheek before rushing into your dorm. 

Jungkook is left dumbfounded as he watches you leave, a smile appearing on his lips. The warmth of your lips lasts until he’s climbing into bed, the covers pulled up to his chest and his hand on his cheek. 

Perhaps this would work out.

The week passes by in a blur of studying, debating dropping out, and wondering if your parents would let you live with them until you’re 80.

By the time Saturday morning rolls around, your parents have declined to keep you until 80, talked you out of dropping out, and sent encouraging words your way along with a gift card to the local cafe. 

Jungkook invites you over to his place at noon. You lug your heavy bookbag to his place, groaning when you look through your reviews. 

Giggling, Jungkook offers you a drink as he takes a juice box from his fridge. 

“Just one more week and we’re done,” he says as he pokes the straw through the opening and squirts himself in the face. 

Cackling, you fall onto your back, missing the coffee table by a mere inch. Jungkook pouts, glaring at you playfully before he helps you up. 

You’ve set aside two hours to study and an hour to get to know each other before his friends come over. You’re eager to see Jimin and his friends, now your friends, tonight. The lot of you have been running around studying and turning in assignments, arranging study dates in between mental breakdowns and too much caffeine. 

Jimin’s ran across campus with your coffee order to encourage you to keep going and you ran across campus with his favorite takeout to make sure he ate. You’re counting down the hours until you’re free, but you’re thankful for this time with everyone to relax. 

“Favorite childhood memory?” Jungkook asks, looking up from the flash card Namjoon made for the both of you. 

“Horseback riding with my dad. He split his pants when he climbed off the horse.” you laugh, covering your mouth to hide your teeth, an old habit you picked up when you had braces in your teens. 

Jungkook grins, shaking his head. “Mine is my tenth birthday party when my friends and I went to the amusement park and I was finally tall enough to ride The Raptor.”

“Favorite movie?” You ask, looking at your index card. 

“How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” Jungkook answers easily. You’ve gone over your favorite colors (purple), favorite food (pizza), and favorite music (pop). You have a good feeling about his plan working, but you’ve yet to get close physically again. You’ve hugged in greeting and you even kissed his cheek a few times, but you haven’t held hands or kissed again.

You know you’ll have to make it look romantic in front of his family, but you’re not sure if you should bring it up or allow him to. 

The doorbell rings as you wrap up. Jimin barges in with Yoongi and Seokjin in tow. 

“The others are picking up the food,” Jimin explains as he sets down some snacks and Yoongi sets down the drinks. 

You help unpack the goods, giggling when Jimin opens a can of soda and it bubbles over his hand and fingers. He groans as he runs to the sink, cursing as he sets the can inside with a frown. 

“You’re making a mess,” Jungkook whines as he wipes the counter with napkins and then a wet rag. He glares at Jimin’s back the whole time while you watch. 

You noticed Jungkook’s apartment was pretty tidy. Nothing seemed out of place, and he even took the time to fold his clothing as soon as it came out of the dryer. He didn’t leave it to sit until the next time you needed the dryer. Perhaps it would light a fire under your ass to get moving. 

“Move your foot,” Seokjin huffs as he tries to walk into the apartment with Taehyung at his side. They’ve somehow managed to get stuck in the entryway in their rush to be the first inside. 

On the floor, Namjoon crawls between Seokjin's legs, followed by Hoseok. 

Seokjin was left dumbfounded as Taehyung shoved him out of the way, hands gripping two heavy bags of takeout. 

Seokjin rolls his eyes as he carries two enormous pizzas inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. 

“Ungrateful,” he scoffs as he sets the pizza down on the counter, popping open the box. 

Jungkook grabs some plates and everyone serves themselves before heading to the living room. 

His friends spread out on his large couch, Jimin claiming the recliner to himself with a blanket and a couch cushion. 

The only spot left empty is beside Jungkook, and you take the seat with a few lingering nerves. He offers you a smile when you sit beside him, allowing you to pick the first movie as his friends stuff their faces.

Your favorite movie plays on the screen, getting comfortable in your spot on the couch until you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He stiffens for a moment but relaxes as he slowly drapes his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer. 

Namjoon nudges Seokjin with his elbow coyly. His eyes are still as Seokjin follows them, grinning to himself before nudging Hoseok and Yoongi. 

You’re unaware of their attention focused on you. You snuggle up closer to Jungkook, his hand playing with your hair mindlessly as he chuckles at the scene. 

Even Jimin is peering at you from his spot, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Miraculously, he says nothing, not even when Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jungkook kisses the top of your head. 

Slowly, the sun sinks into the horizon, its last rays kissing the night sky as it finally disappears. 

Seokjin and Namjoon have been whispering throughout the movie. Taehyung is draped over Hoseok’s lap, softly snoring while Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair. 

Yoongi scrolls on his phone, silently adding photos he’d gotten from Taehyung to Jungkook’s account. He’s taken your phone to do the same. 

Jimin is curled in the recliner, his eyes drooping as the movie continues to play in the background until he finally falls asleep with a soft whine. 

Jungkook hasn’t moved in a while. His arm has fallen asleep, and he’s tried wiggling his fingers to get the circulation going again. He knows it won’t be long until Namjoon and Yoongi herd all their friends out the door, all of them stumbling sleepily past the doorway as they say their goodbyes. 

“That was fun,” you state in between yawns, frowning when another one hits you and makes Jungkook yawn as well. 

You laugh, shaking your head as you roll the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows. Jungkook thinks you look adorable. The purple and white sweater has snowflakes and hearts all around it. You hum as you help him clean up, your hand brushing against his when you both reach for a plate. 

You let him take it, smiling as you grab the last of the soda cans and dump them in your bag. Jungkook finishes loading the dishwasher, washing his hands before taking the bag from you. 

After you wash your hands, you toy with your sweater sleeves. You’re not sure if you should stay or go, shifting your weight from foot to foot before deciding to sit on his couch. 

Jungkook joins you a minute later. The movie continues to play on the TV, the sound a welcomed distraction from the bout of awkwardness you feel.

“I think we did pretty good today,” Jungkook comments as he scoots closer to you. 

“You think?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums. “I think we can nail it by Christmas break.”

“We’ll have to work on the PDA a little,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze though you feel the heat of it. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, wiping his palms on his sweatpants. 

“Uh, yeah. Whenever you want,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling like he’s choking. He doesn’t want to seem too excited or uninterested, but you look so beautiful sitting across from him. He wishes he had asked you out for real. He finds you beguiling. You have a lot in common, and he could see you being friends or perhaps more. Has he ruined his chance by dragging you into his mess?

Giggling, you wave your hand in front of his face. Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously as he apologizes. He tugs on the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie.

“Should we practice?” You whisper, afraid that if you speak too loudly, you’ll not only spook him but yourself. You wish it were easier to do this. After all, you had a crush on him and had daydreamed about this before. So why was reality such a hurdle?

Jungkook licks his lips nervously. He nods, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he meets your gaze. He’s careful as he lifts his hand to cup your face, leaning forward as you meet him in the middle. His eyes flutter shut when yours does, his other hand resting on top of yours as his lips finally connect with you.

It’s slow, soft, and cautious. You use your free hand to cup his face as he adds more pressure, following your lead and giving you plenty of opportunities to end it. 

You don’t. 

Instead, you move closer, nearly on his lap as the kiss deepens, and it’s your tongue that presses against his lips, asking for permission. Jungkook moans, his hand moving to your thigh and squeezing. 

It’s your turn to moan, whimpering against his lips as you climb on top of him. He chuckles, his hands moving lower to grab your hips as he falls back onto the couch with you on top. 

“Fuck,” he breathes when you pull apart for a moment. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, this time taking your time and nipping his bottom lip. 

Jungkook squeezes you, your moan going straight to his cock. 

Sparks explode from both of you, your bodies thrumming with excitement and lust. You do not doubt that there’s chemistry there. Each kiss, each touch, is euphoric. Each moan goes straight to your core, blooming into heavenly pleasure. 

Jungkook groans when you grind down on him once. He guides you again, and you moan into the kiss, whimpering when he rubs against your clit. 

Your thighs shake, your cunt aches and you want nothing more than for him to devour every bit of you. 

But you pull away, panting with a smile on your face. 

“I think that’s good for today,” you say as you run a hand through your hair. 

Jungkook nods, cheeks pink and lips swollen. He smiles softly, slowly releasing you from his grip as you sit up and collect your things. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as you head for the door. 

Jungkook nods, unable to speak yet. 

You giggle, leaning in for one last kiss before heading out to your dorm. 

Jungkook watches you go, his heart skipping a beat as he shuts the door.

Almost too quickly, Monday rolls around. Jungkook drags himself out of bed with a groan as he readies himself for his first final of the week. 

He’s got your exam schedule memorized but sends a quick good luck text your way, regardless. He knows he probably won’t see much of you as you both stress over exams, but you have a “date” planned for Thursday night when your finals and his are done. 

Jungkook tries not to get distracted, but he bites his lip when he thinks of your kiss on Saturday. You felt so warm and nice in his hands. Just thinking about you makes his cock throb. He knows that probably won’t happen again; perhaps just a ‘heat of the moment’ type thing, but he’s glad you enjoyed kissing him as much as he did you. 

“Get it together,” he scolds himself as he gets dressed. “Don’t get in over your head. It’s fake.”

With a deep sigh, Jungkook gathers his belongings and heads out the door.

~

It’s just past lunch when Jungkook spots you. He holds out a bag of your favorite meal, as you nearly collide with someone in your rush to reach him. 

You have fifteen minutes to eat and get to your class before the exam, your legs carrying you as fast as possible. Jungkook had learned of your predicament and left for the cafeteria earlier to grab your lunch. He holds it in his hand as you dash toward him, stopping to kiss his cheek and grabbing the brown bag before shouting “Thank you!” over your shoulder. 

Jungkook watches you go, chuckling when you dip past someone else. You’re a woman on a mission, and Jungkook hopes you get to class in time to eat. 

“Okay.” Jimin raises his stopwatch to eye level. He smiles giddily as Jungkook taps his pen on his desk. Jimin is taking this a little too seriously, but he’s grateful his friend is helping. 

“On the count of three,” Jimin states, nearly jumping in his spot. Jungkook looks down at the pop quiz that Jimin’s drawn up. He’s spent most of the evening coaching JK with facts and tidbits about you, your life growing up, things you like, things you don’t like, family names, memories, and anything else under the sun. Jungkook’s been drilled and has studied with flashcards, and now it was time to put it to the test. However, it won’t be the last before the break. 

Jimin just wants to see how well he knows you this far in. They’re both aware of the deadline looming over them. Time flies by thanks to finals, but there’s not much time left. 

Jimin and Taehyung have scheduled study sessions and photo sessions. Yoongi has been handling all media aspects, gossiping around campus about your relationship. 

Namjoon has been quizzing you, sharing facts, and the like to get you to know his friend as well as he does. You’ve picked up on almost everything he’s said and done well on your quiz. 

Hoseok has been coming to your place, pondering in front of your closet for an hour or so a day before leaving. He’s taken photos of everything you own, shaking his head when he takes a snowman sweater out of the closet that has seen better days. He’s been working on finals but also has printed photos of every item in your possession to build outfits. Soon, he’ll be around to pack your bags for the break, labeling each outfit down to the shoes. 

Seokjin has taken it upon himself to go home for the holidays to witness this fiasco… er plan, run its course. He will be the charmer, leading a conversation away from the two of you if there’s something you can’t answer. He plans on being a distraction if needed, but mostly he’s looking forward to Jungkook’s mom cooking Christmas dinner. 

“One. Two. Three.” Jimin starts the timer and Jungkook flips over his quiz. He bites his lower lip as he concentrates, his eyes scanning the page before answering the first question.

Hometown?

Birthday?

Family members?

Jungkook answers the rest of the questions to the best of his ability. Jimin has thought of questions that may come up, but Jungkook is hoping his family won’t host an interrogation instead of Christmas dinner. 

“And time!” Jimin hollers as he presses the button on the stopwatch. Jungkook lays his pen down on his desk before handing his friend his quiz. 

Jimin grabs a red pen from the Garfield cup on Jungkook’s desk and hums to himself as he grades the quiz. 

Curious, Jungkook watches his friend, but Jimin covers the paper. “No looking.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook walks away from the desk to sit on his bed. He feels like he’s drowning in this situation. He knows it’s too late to go back on this plan and his mom would call after finals to confirm his “girlfriend” join them for the holidays. 

For a few days now, Jungkook has been dodging her calls and text messages. He knows he won’t be able to lie over the phone. 

Shaking his head, Jungkook rids himself of those thoughts. He’ll worry about all that later. For now, the plan will move forward in full force. He and his friends have worked hard to make it work and he doesn’t want everyone’s work to be for nothing. Besides, even you were doing your part and more so to know everything there is to know about him. He knows this can’t be easy and he will be forever grateful to you for helping him out. Whatever you need from him in the future, it’s yours. He can never thank you enough for agreeing to this plan. 

“Hmm, not bad,” Jimin finally says, breaking Jungkook out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“You got most of these correct, but you got her sisters confused. Jen is older than Lea,” Jimin explains as he hands the paper back to Jungkook to review. 

Jungkook takes the quiz and looks it over. He knows he’ll have to study a bit more later this week. There are still a few more days until exams are over and you can shift focus on getting to know each other. Besides, you still have to work on showing affection without it seeming awkward. 

The thought reminds Jungkook of the kisses you’ve shared and his cheeks warm at the thought of doing it again. 

“What’s got you smiling so much?” Jimin asks as he sits on the desk chair. 

“Uh,” Jungkook clears his throat. He feels his ears burn. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on,” Jimin huffs. “You’re smiling about something.”

Jungkook knows Jimin will prod until he gets his answer, so he sighs and gives in. “Just thinking of kissing her again.”

“Damn,” Jimin chuckles. “You’ve already made it to kissing?”

Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip. “A few times.”

“Do you like her?” Jimin asks, mostly out of curiosity but also because he cares about you. 

“I mean,” Jungkook shrugs, not sure how to answer. “I’ve always thought she was cute and funny. She’s also smart and caring. She makes me smile.”

“So you do like her?” Jimin grins.

“I guess, but I’ve kind of ruined it all with this stupid plan,” Jungkook sighs in defeat, toying with the hem of his shirt. “I doubt she’d look at me again after it’s said and done.”

“You don’t know that, Kook. She might like you,” Jimin states. 

Jungkook shrugs again. He asks Jimin to help him with the flashcards again, no longer wanting to focus on you and him being anything more.

“Joon,” you groan as you tap your pen. His quiz lies on your desk face down and his PowerPoint is on the wall. He’s taken the time to make it to help you study for your first meeting of Jungkook’s patents. 

“It’s going to help you,” Joon insists as he uses his laser pointer to go over the first slide. You groan again. You’ve been studying for the past two hours. 

Your textbooks sit on your bed untouched as you recite Jungkook’s family’s names from eldest to youngest, including Saraí.

Namjoon goes through this PowerPoint before allowing you to take your quiz. You've done your best to study for exams and Jungkook’s con… plan. 

“There,” you finish the quiz and hand it over to Namjoon. He takes it from you, taking the lid off a red marker with his teeth. You open your textbooks, reading over the highlighted bits to try to force them into the library of knowledge known as your brain. You know finals should be your focus this week, but every time your thoughts stray, they head right to the kiss you shared with Jungkook. 

Heat rises and spreads across your cheeks as you chew on your pen. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine how his hands felt on your hips, his lips pressed hotly on yours. 

Other than lunch and dinner runs, you haven’t spent time with Jungkook. You’re dying to get your hands (and lips) on him again. That may be the best part about this whole situation.

“Earth to Love-struck!” Namjoon waves his hand in front of your face to draw your attention. 

Blinking owlishly, you look at him. “What?”

“Were you paying attention to anything I said?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “I wasn’t.”

Namjoon sighs heavily. “I said you got everything correct. I’ll be by one more time before the week ends to quiz you again, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. We’ll get everyone together after finals and Yoongi can run the story by us.”

“You think we’ll have enough time to memorize it?” You question him. 

Namjoon shrugs. “Not much we can do about it this late in the game. Worst-case scenario, we tell the truth; Jungkook met you through Jimin.”

“Seems easy enough,” you agree as you bid him goodbye. 

You shut the door once he leaves and you sit on your bed, finally cracking open your notes to place beside your textbook. 

Try as you might to study, you can’t seem to get Jungkook off your mind.

~

[you]: Good morning ☀️ 

[Babe 💕]: Good morning ☀️ 

[you]: something tells me it’s not that great.

Babe 💕: how can you tell? 👀

[you]: it’s my job as your boyfriend to know 😅

[Babe 💕]: I’ve got one more final and I’m trying not to doze off in Building J 😴

[you]: I’ve got faith in you! One more final stands between you and movie night 

[Babe 💕]: ugh! I could go for a slice of Joe’s stuffed crust, cheesy pizza 

[Babe 💕]: Koo, make time go faster 😭

Jungkook chuckles at the text. He moves to the side after ordering his coffee and yours. He’s just finished his last final with enough time to grab your favorite drink from the cafe. 

He texts back quickly, grabbing both drinks when his name is called shortly after. 

Quickly, Jungkook makes his way across campus. His phone buzzes with messages from you and his friends. Some cheer that they’re done and others complain that they’re not. 

Jungkook doesn’t check his phone. Instead, he goes up the elevator to the second floor. As soon as the doors open, he steps out and heads down the hall to the table you said you frequent between classes. 

You don’t look up when he approaches until his shoes are in your vision. 

You smile and it makes Jungkook’s heart flutter like a hummingbird.

Jungkook sets your drink in front of you, making sure it doesn’t get too close to your textbook. 

“I got you a drink,” he says simply as you rise from your seat. 

“I could marry you!” You joke as you hug him. You had debated going to the cafe for ten minutes, deciding against it to study instead. Every last moment counted, after all. 

Jungkook nearly howls with laughter. “Don’t let my mom hear you say that. She’ll have our wedding planned by the end of the day.”

You giggle as you sit down. Jungkook sits beside you, taking a sip from his drink. 

You tease Jungkook by writing Mrs. Jeon on the corner of your notebook. 

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

You stick your tongue out at him before reaching for your drink. “I have been, but at this point, I either know it or I don’t.”

Jungkook nods. He watches you study for a while before he offers to walk you to class. He carries your backpack for you and you take his hand in yours, fingers laced together. 

Neither of you says a word as you walk to your class holding hands. You ignore the rapid beating of your heart, praying Jungkook doesn’t feel as awkward. You only have a few days to get comfortable with PDA and honestly, you were looking forward to kissing him again. 

“Good luck,” Jungkook tells you once you reach your classroom. “I’ll see you tonight?”

You nod. “I’ll be over in the evening.”

Jungkook nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he can chicken out. He smiles and waves as he takes his leave. 

You watch him go, sighing dreamily before heading into your classroom.

Jimin lies on your bed after his exam, his phone is in his hands above him as he scrolls through his feed. 

“Are you guys staying over?” You ask as you gather some clothing for your overnight bag. Jungkook had said sometimes everyone got too sleepy to head home, and it turned into a massive sleepover at his place. 

“I don’t know,” Jimin responds as he hearts a post and keeps scrolling. “I have my bag ready just in case, though.”

“Should I take anything?” You ask as you throw in your toiletries and phone charger. 

“Fuck!” Jimin groans as his phone hits him in the face. He sits up, rubbing his nose. “No, Yoongi and Tae have it covered.”

Taking one last look around your dorm, you decide you’re ready to head out. 

“Let’s go,” you tell Jimin as you sling your bag over your shoulder and pat your pockets for your phone and wallet. 

Jimin gets off the bed, following you to the door as you head out. 

“How’s everything with Jungkook going?” Jimin asks as the two of you begin your walk to Jungkook’s apartment. 

“It’s been good,” you smile bashfully. “It’s not nearly as awkward as I thought. Not on my end, at least.”

“You seem to really like him,” Jimin comments as his hands slide into his pockets. 

“I mean, that’s kind of the point, right?”

Scoffing, Jimin comes to a stop to look at you. “Come on, that’s not what I meant.”

You laugh, continuing to walk forward until Jimin matches your pace. 

“He’s not as intimidating as I thought he was. He’s funny and a little dorky,” you giggle. “He wears toe socks and cute little barrettes, his laugh lights up the room, his eyes shine like a million stars in the night sky, and his smile is blinding and comforting. His voice is angelic, brings tears to my eyes when he sings when he thinks nobody’s around.”

Jimin licks his lips, trying to bite back a smile. “Huh.”

“What?” You raise a brow as you turn a corner. 

“You’re in love with Jungkook!” Jimin taunts and you smack him playfully. 

“Shut up!”

“You so are!” Jimin cackles as he dodges your next swipe. 

“You’re insufferable,” you grumble, stomping off ahead of him. His tinkling laugh fills the air behind you as he sings your name and Jungkook’s “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

When you approach Jungkook’s apartment, you linger on the porch with Jimin. “Not a word to him.”

Holding up his hands, Jimin nods with a sickeningly sweet grin. “Not a word.”

~

Silence has never been Jimin’s forte per se. His eyes and body language often betray him at the best of times and the worst of times. He knows he can keep important secrets—secrets shared in confidence. 

However, the moment Yoongi makes eye contact with him, he nearly spills. Yoongi raises a brow but ultimately says nothing as he goes back to his phone. 

Hoseok is busy trying to make room on the coffee table for all the food and drinks while Namjoon helps Seokjin make the face masks. 

Jungkook is throwing blankets in the dryer to warm them up, making sure they smell wonderful before he hands them out. 

Taehyung checks the battery on his camera, sitting on the end of the couch across from where you and Jungkook will be sitting. He’s got Jungkook’s phone in his lap, opting for a few blurry pics as the evening progresses. 

Time is ticking by faster, especially with finals coming to a close for all of you. You’ll have the weekend to practice being a couple before you’re put to the test.

The lot of you leave Sunday afternoon as the campus shuts down for the holiday break. Hoseok will be around on Saturday to pack your belongings and then head over to Jungkook’s place to pack his. 

“Food and then facials,” Seokjin announces as he has Namjoon carry a large bowl of what looks like oatmeal. You eye it warily, volunteering Jimin to go first. 

“Traitor!” He exclaims as Seokjin pulls him onto the recliner. Jimin pouts as Seokjin rubs the concoction on his face while Hoseok munches on the cucumber slices meant to cover his eyes. 

“I thought we were gonna eat first?” Jungkook asks as he hands the throw blankets to his friends, saving the large one for you and him. 

“Yeah, but Jimin volunteered,” Seokjin grins mischievously.

“I did not!” 

Seokjin sticks a cucumber slice in his mouth to shut him up before smiling at Jungkook. 

“Go about your day.”

Jungkook blinks once and turns to his friends. The movie is loaded on the TV screen. The food is ready and the lights are dimmed just enough to allow Seokjin to see what he’s doing. 

“I guess let’s dig in until we end up on the torture chair,” Jungkook shrugs as he sits beside you. 

“You’re next!” Seokjin huffs as he waves a wooden stick at him. 

Jungkook shudders but remains silent as he grabs a drink. The rest of you eat as the movie starts. Seokjin has moved onto Namjoon while Jimin lies on the floor, scared to have some of the goo fall off. 

He knows he’s got a moisturizing face mask to don next before he can eat like the rest of his friends. 

Taehyung waits until you and Jungkook grow comfortable to snap a few photos. He gets one of you looking up at Jungkook when you lay beside him. One of Jungkook breaking cheese off your pizza slice and one of the both of you laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

Taehyung has his suspicions about the two of you. He knows you’ve been spending a lot of time together, often texting Jungkook or the group chat to hang out, but Jungkook always seems unavailable. That’s until Taehyung spots him with you, either at the cafe, the library, or heading to your dorm. 

Hoseok smiles as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. It’s been so long since he’s seen Jungkook smitten over someone. Though it may be a con of some sort, Hoseok can tell that his actions and words are genuine. He’s never known Jungkook to be cruel about his intentions with love and dating, so he has no doubts that what you see is what you get. 

Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. It doesn’t take a genius to notice how his demeanor has changed over the past few weeks. For a moment Hoseok can forget it’s all a facade. 

Seokjin finishes with everyone before he takes a seat and begins to eat. He’s excited to leave campus for a while. Perhaps he’ll see Jungkook pull this off or perhaps it’ll blow up in his face. Regardless, Seokjin couldn’t wait!

Jungkook chuckles as you try to take his piece of chocolate. He dangles it over your mouth teasingly, pretending to drop it in your mouth only to kiss you. 

Giggling, you kiss him again, pausing to take the chocolate from his fingers. Laughing, Jungkook grabs another piece of chocolate and you repeat your actions. 

It’s sickeningly sweet to watch, but Seokjin and Namjoon think the two of you are ready to fool Jungkook’s family. After all, an apartment hangs on the line and that would be wonderful for Jungkook. He wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent for a long, long time.

Once the first movie is over, Yoongi speaks up. 

“I’ve done what I could to disguise your feeds. I’ve added a few photos to older posts and made stories of you two throughout the week,” Yoongi explains as you all go to Instagram to check Jungkook’s page. 

“The story is simple. It’s easier to remember lies based on truth. Jungkook met his girl through Jimin. They became friends and started dating in July over summer break. Your anniversary is July 14th, so you’ll need to post a five-month picture today. I’ll take care of it with Tae.” Yoongi points to Tae, who nods and hands over his camera. 

“Sounds simple enough,” Namjoon agrees. He didn’t doubt the two of you could pull this off. All you had to do was get through the holidays and you’d have a lot of free time to explore the town with your friends. 

“Seokjin and Jimin will be around to help curve questions you can't answer. Namjoon will pop in when possible to draw attention away from you for a bit,” Yoongi continues. 

“The Jeons love me,” Namjoon beams as Jungkook scoffs. 

“They love me more,” he pours. 

Namjoon cackles. “Let’s call Momma Jeon and ask.”

“No!” Jungkook protests as Namjoon giggles.

“Thought so!”

“Can we get back to scheming?” Hoseok asks as he muffles a yawn. 

“Sorry,” Namjoon and Jungkook apologize.

“Hoseok will stop by closer to the new year and Tae will take photos. Once the apartment is Jungkook’s, we’ll let you guys be,” Yoongi finishes. 

“Sounds simple enough,” you comment as Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

“Hands in,” Seokjin commands as he sticks his hand out in the middle of the group. He ignores the groans of everyone as they stick their hand one on top of the other. 

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma on three!” Seokjin exclaims. 

“Wait,” Jungkook protests but is ignored. 

“One. Two. Three!” Seokjin shouts.

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma!”

“I hate you.”

Saturday rolls around sooner than you’d think and nerves have begun to bubble from anxiety. You’ve dated a few people here and there in the past but never considered it serious enough to meet their parents. 

Despite it being a hoax, you wanted Jungkook’s parents to like you. These negative thoughts filled your head as the hours ticked by. 

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and called Jungkook. 

“Mm,” he groans sleepily. For once it’s you that’s up at the ass crack of dawn, or 7 a.m. for you. 

“Jungkook,” worry laces your voice as you say his name. 

“What, baby?” He asks groggily as he pulls his white comforter over his chest. His shoulders are exposed and you nearly drool at the sight. 

“What if your parents hate me?” You blurt out as you bite on the nail of your thumb. 

Jungkook grunts in response, his eyes shut as he falls asleep once again. His soft snoring makes you relax before you say his name once again. 

“Baby?” He asks confused. The pet name makes your heart flutter and although you know it’s all part of the scheme, you love it regardless. He’s taken to calling you baby and darling as of late, and your heart swims at every term of endearment. 

“Jungkook,” you whine and he sits up, the comforter falling to his waist. 

Fuck, you nearly lose yourself in the expanse of his broad shoulders and tapered waist. You forget what you’ve even called him about as you feast on his body. 

Jungkook is unaware as he yawns and rubs his eyes. He looks at the clock on his wall and yawns again.

“Darling, it’s only 7 a.m. Why aren’t you asleep?” 

You’re eyeing his sleeve when he asks again. 

“Um, what if your parents hate me?” 

Jungkook brows furrow. “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.”

You nearly scream at how casually he says it. When he smiles, it disarms you and you almost get off camera so you can squeal and kick your feet on the bed out of excitement. You’re in way too deep. 

“I just worry I’ll say or do something dumb. I’ve never met parents before,” you admit. Jungkook settles on his side as he pulls the covers upward once again. 

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’re all looking forward to meeting you. I’ll be right by your side through it all, I promise.”

Relief floods your chest. You believe him. 

“Why don’t you bring your stuff over later and we can have one last study session? We can head out together in the afternoon with everyone,” Jungkook suggests. He hates how you’re second-guessing yourself. Of course, his family would adore you. 

“Like a sleepover?” You question. 

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “That way, you won’t be alone on campus.”

“Sure,” you agree. “That sounds great.”

“Get some more sleep, darling. I’ll be over around 3 p.m. to pick you up. Hoseok should be there at noon.” Jungkook reminds you. 

“Okay,” you smile brightly. “See you then.”

“Later, babe,” Jungkook says before hanging up and snuggling back into bed. His eyes flutter shut as sleep consumes him, eyes popping open when he realizes he’s asked you to stay over. 

Hoseok arrives in a whirlwind. He hugs you hello and gets right down to business. Your suitcase is open on your bed and a few minutes later, Jimin is at your door. 

“Ah, I see he’s here already,” Jimin grins as he sits on your desk chair. 

“Shush, I’m working,” Hoseok huffs as he pulls items from your closet and labels them according to the Polaroids on the bed. 

You watch him silently beside Jimin, who wraps his arms around your waist. He muffles a yawn into your side. 

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jimin asks as he releases you. 

“A little nervous,” you admit. “I talked to Jungkook though, and he assured me I have nothing to worry about.”

Jimin nods. “The Jeons will love you. They’re very sweet.”

“They’ll probably try to stuff you full of food on arrival.” Hoseok chuckles as he grabs your shoes. “Make sure you wear your winter coat. Jungkook has a matching one and he’ll pack the gifts in his bags so we can pack your make-up too.”

“Everyone is taking this so seriously,” you comment and Jimin smiles. 

“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other,” he says. 

Hoseok nods. “You too. You’re one of us now.”

Tears spring to the corner of your eyes. You swallow the knot in your throat, ignoring the fire that burns within. 

“Thank you,” you finally say as Hoseok zips up your bag and places it by the door. 

“I’ve got to go home and pack, but I will see you all soon enough. Text me updates,” he tells the both of you. He hugs Jimin first and then you.

“Send me pictures of your outfits daily,” he instructs. 

“I will,” you assure him.

“And let me know if there’s a change in plans. I can mix and match backups. You’ll probably have pajamas given to you as a gift, but I’ve included some lounge clothes just in case and Jungkook has some too if you wanna wear his.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of it.”

Hoseok winks. “Just a thought.”

With that, Hoseok takes his leave.

Jimin grins. “Sooooo…. Jungkook says you’re staying at his place tonight.”

“How do you know that?”

“He texted the group chat. Claimed it was easier than coming to campus,” Jimin raises a brow. The campus had already been deserted except for a handful of people leaving tonight or tomorrow. 

“Shush,” you stick your tongue out at him as he makes kissy noises at you. “You’re really insufferable, huh?”

“You wouldn’t love me any other way!”

~

Heaving your bag over the threshold, Jungkook grunts as he sets it down by the door. You follow him, thanking him by kissing his cheek. 

Jungkook hides his blush behind his sweater paws. 

The two of you head to the kitchen, where Jungkook stirs the food in the pot that sits on the stove. 

“Need any help?” You ask as you step beside him, your arms going around his waist. He grins, patting your hand as he stirs one more time. 

“No, baby. I’ve got it.” he kisses your head as he moves with you in tow to grab two bowls. He hands them to you and you place them on the counter beside him. 

Jungkook fills the bowls with stew, carefully carrying them to the island where you take a seat on a stool. Jungkook gets some utensils and drinks before setting the side dishes on the tabletop. 

“Oh, let me help,” Jungkook says as you reach for a perilla leaf. You giggle as he helps you pull them apart. 

“You know, Jimin helped me last time,” you tease. Jimin had filled you in on their little debate before Thanksgiving, and you wanted to tease him a little.

Like clockwork, Jungkook pouts. “He did not!”

“He did!” You giggle as he shakes his head. His cheeks are rosy pink as he grows flustered. 

“But-but you’re my girlfriend,” Jungkook whines and you laugh. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips. 

“I’m just kidding, Koo. Jimin said it’d be funny to tease you a little,” you chuckle as you kiss him once more. 

Jungkook exhales dramatically with relief. “Thank god.”

The rest of the evening passes with you cuddled on the couch as the temperature drops outside. Jungkook warmed a blanket for you, wrapped you up tightly, and cuddled you as you watched some Christmas movies. 

Your hands are laced under all the blankets, his thumb brushing over your hand absentmindedly. He could get used to this. He tries not to think about this ending. He wants to hold you just like this for as long as possible. 

Several yawns escape you at the end of the third movie. Jungkook herds you to bed, rolling your suitcase to his room. You grab your pajamas and head to his bathroom to change and do your nighttime skin care. 

You frown when you step out of the bathroom with your shirt soaked through.

“Had some trouble?” Jungkook stifles a laugh as you glare at him. 

Like a good (fake) boyfriend, Jungkook opens a drawer and pulls out one of his oversized tees. He hands it to you and you resist the urge to sniff it. It smells of his cologne and fabric softener.

Okay, you take a huge sniff in the privacy of the bathroom, but only one!

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks as you appear in his bedroom. 

“Nope! I’ll head to the couch,” you say and Jungkook shakes his head. 

“Take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” he says as he grabs a change of clothes. 

“I’m not taking your bed. I don’t mind,” you insist and Jungkook shakes his head, shutting the bedroom door to leave you in his room. 

You huff, stomping your foot. “I’m gonna read your diary!”

Jungkook cackles from the hallway. “I brought it with me, babe!”

You curse under your breath as you climb into his bed. You cross your arms over the covers and sigh. 

The bed was comfy, and he had a mountain of pillows and a few Squishmellows. How cute! 

You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but look around the room. A Hello Kitty doll sat on the recliner opposite the bed and a cute purple bat sat beside it. 

Maybe you could take Jungkook to Build-A-Bear for a date. You could record each other’s voices in your stuffed animals. 

Wait, he’s not actually your boyfriend. Do friends do stuff like that platonically? Would you be crossing a line?

You frown. You hated this murky feeling of yes but no. You wish the circumstances were different. You had a crush before you really knew Jungkook and now, after spending time with him and getting to know him more, your feelings had only grown. 

How could you tell him when it was just a ploy? There’s no way he’d accept your feelings. Would he even want to see you once this was said and done? Probably not.

“Jingle all the way!!!” Seokjin belted from the driver’s seat. Jungkook cringed as he raised the volume of his earbuds while you giggled beside him. 

Jimin sat in the front seat, shaking his head and regretting coming in this car. 

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung had gone ahead in another car after dropping off Hoseok at the train station bright and early. 

It had been Seokjin who had picked you and Jungkook up this morning with a thermos of hot chocolate and mini muffins. 

Jimin had tried to warn you that Seokjin was feeling festive. Whatever that meant. 

It wasn’t until you climbed in the backseat beside Jungkook that you realized.  

Seokjin had a playlist named, “Ten Hours of Christmas Joy.” You nearly sobbed at his dramatic and chaotic rendition of Holy Night. And not in a good way. 

You were grateful the drive was only two hours, otherwise you would have jumped out of the car the moment Feliz Navidad came on. You didn’t think one of your favorite songs could be sung so badly. Your ears are still ringing. 

“You just don’t know how to have fun,” Seokjin states as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. Jimin had finally taken control of the stereo, lowering the volume to a more reasonable level. 

“We can have fun and spare our ears,” Jimin huffs as he plays something other than Jin’s music. 

Seokjin scowls but doesn’t put up a fight. There was no point when he was outnumbered.

Silence filled the backseat despite the shenanigans up front. Jungkook stroked his thumb over yours, trying to calm your nerves. Against your better judgment, you were nervous. It felt like there was a dragon in your chest trying to make its escape, and the fluttering of its wings moved in tandem with the beating of your heart. 

Like a good boyfriend, Jungkook has tried to ease your nerves by distracting you. He’d packed all your favorite snacks and drinks for the ride and even got you a book of word searches to do. He even made a special playlist for both of you to listen to because he knew what it was like to travel with Jin. 

However, his distractions only worked for the first hour and a half, and as his town grew closer, your nerves bubbled once again. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers as he pats your thigh. You nod, biting your lip in worry. 

Jungkook is careful with his movement as he gently pulls on your lip until you release it. You smile shyly at him and he grins. A quick kiss is pressed to your lips before he squeezes your thigh. 

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be with you and if it’s too much, you can go to Jimin’s and I’ll explain everything, okay?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow and you become distracted by the cute mole beneath his lip. Perhaps you’d kiss it next time, make a path down to the mole on his neck, and leave your mark beside it to show he’s yours and only yours. 

Your thighs press together as your breath grows heavy. Jungkook’s intense gaze renders you powerless and forgetful and you do nothing but nod. 

You have no clue what he’s just said.

Jungkook quirks his head as he says your name to get your attention. Once he’s sure you’re back on earth, he smiles cutely and repeats himself. 

“Thanks,” you murmur as you squeeze his hand in a last attempt to rid your nerves. They settle for a while until Seokjin pulls into a driveway and announces your arrival. 

“We’ll be around tomorrow,” Jimin assured you as he helped Jungkook get your bags out of the trunk. “But I’m right across the street if you need an escape.” 

Jimin points to the house directly across from Jungkook’s and beside his home, Namjoon is heading into the one beside it. Taehyung rolls his suitcase toward the house beside Namjoon’s on the corner of the block. 

“Yoongi and Seokjin live a few blocks away,” Jungkook says as he grabs the handle of your suitcase. “So you have options.”

Seokjin grins, draping his arm over your shoulder. “We’ll be around. Trust me, nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon.”

Jungkook glares at his friend. 

“You didn’t let me finish,” Seokjin chuckles. “Nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon’s cooking.”

Jungkook huffs but turns to wheel the suitcases up the driveway. 

When Seokjin is sure Jungkook won’t turn around, he makes the shape of a curvy body with his hands. 

Jimin cackles as he shoves Seokjin. “Shut up!”

“You’ll be fine,” Seokjin says with a laugh. “The Jeons are very welcoming. But they will try to feed you every second of the day, so I hope you brought stretchy pants.”

Seokjin kisses your cheek before he gets back into the car. He waves as he pulls out of the driveway and heads to his home. 

Jimin watches him go, offering you one last hug. “Text me if you need rescuing. I’ll be over before you can blink.”

“Thanks, Min,” you hug him tight, waving at Joon and Tae before you walk up the driveway where Jungkook waits. 

The home is decked out with Christmas lights and light-up reindeer. A huge pine tree is decked out in lights and ornaments and a snowman lays uninflated on the grass. 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks as he laces your fingers together. 

You inhale and exhale deeply staring at the white front door with the giant wreath hanging from it. 

“Let’s do this.” You say firmly, more so for yourself than anything. 

Jungkook smiles warmly as he opens the front door and steps inside with you in tow. 

“Welcome to Christmas with The Jeons.”

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube. 

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CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

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It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

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All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,276

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending time with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose that resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his son, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on his shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

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[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s arms. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. Your heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

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

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The sky swirls pink behind sheer clouds. The setting sun peeks through, casting a rose gold gleam into your apartment. Desperate to spread its last little rays of light for the day, it halos around the clouds. If you stare long enough, you can convince yourself that you’re catching a glimpse of heaven.

If Taehyung were here, he’d smile at your words. He’d let his eyes roam over your body before settling back on yours and say something that should sound ridiculously cheesy but still somehow make your heart race. He’d play with your hair, gently tracing the edge of your face with the pad of his fingers. You’d try to look away, but he’d cup your chin and force you to hold his gaze as he tells you something he shouldn’t, something that would excite your core.

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Teachers Pet | JJK (8)

—chapter eight: exes and graduation

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, fluff, smut, angst

♡ ⟶word count: 9.4k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: here. we. go. smutttt at first (yall deserve it after the hiatus), m. oral (m.receiving), cum swallowing, f. fingering, implication of back shots, soft morning sex <3, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous!jk, introduced to oc’s ex, dahlia and helen are besties, prettyy angsty, nessa ruins everything what’s new, jungkook is a lil shady too, oc has a breakdown, oc makes some poor decisions, cliffhanger

♡ ⟶chapter summary: With your much anticipated graduation comes exes and a truck full of complications. Your relationship with Jungkook is tested to a max as everything falls apart on your special night.

this is part 8 of my teachers pet series, not a stand-alone

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The night before graduation…

“Shh,” you spit out between a laugh. “You’re gonna wake up Lia.”

Jungkook downs his third and last shot, wincing at the bitter liquid, immediately chasing it with Dahlia’s watermelon juice that you settled for as a chaser. The house is silent for the most part, a low strum of instrumentals coming from his record player in the living room. Jungkook groans before pulling your waist into him.

“Come here,” he mumbles, lips messily crashing a big kiss onto yours. You toss your head back as you allow another cackle to escape, Jungkook bringing your third and last shot up to your lips. “C’mon, last one baby.”

It’s been a while since you’ve consumed any hard liquor, a mixture of embarrassment and worry consuming you as you don’t know how you’ll behave in front of him. But you like feeling good, so you don’t resist.

You also forgot how fast working Don Julio was and how much of a lightweight you are, but that’s the only thing Jungkook had that seemed grand enough to celebrate with. He’s no usual drinker either, his collection runs rather small.

Tilting your head back and widening your jaw, you allow Jungkook to pour the shot into your mouth, letting it trail straight to your throat and hurriedly past your tastebuds, a little bit spilling out when you bring your head back down. Jungkook doubles over, wheezing at your distasteful reaction, more giggly than ever. You’re still processing the taste but can’t help laughing at his reaction, both of you collapsing into each other while letting out periodic shushes.

Wanting to do something special before your graduation tomorrow, Jungkook thought of nothing better than getting tipsy together off controlled shots. And maybe a hard fuck later into the night. After dinner with him and Dahlia at their favorite less-known, local Korean Barbecue restaurant, Jungkook knew he needed to end your night with something at least a tiny bit special. Especially after the run-in you both had with his ex a couple nights ago, the same run-in he assured wouldn’t happen.

“Are you excited?” He slurs his words, meaning however still intact. “…for graduation,” he makes sure to add.

“Mhm,” you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Are nervous for your speech?”

With drunk effort he uses all of his strength to prop you up on the counter, locking you in between his veined arms as he holds himself up with palms flat against the surface. He has each arm on either side of you as you’re sat on top of the sleek granite. You wince at the cold surface against your ass.

“Not at all,” he shrugs. “It’s gonna be a piece of cake, I gave one last year.”

You don’t comprehend his response as you’re too immersed on his body between you, and locking your legs around his back, you pull him closer into you. You let out another “shh,” before joining your lips with his. He’s eager, and it takes you nanoseconds to realize his downfall with alcohol is horniness.

He’s already moaning, which you giggle at, wasting no time to lift you off the counter, making sure to grab your ass harshly before whispering “let’s go upstairs.”

He manages to keep his hands all over you even when walking up the stairs, nearly tripping and causing you both to erupt in another fit of suppressed laughter. Sneaking into his bedroom he quietly closes the door behind the two of you and tosses you onto the bed, already climbing over you to rejoin your lips. Heavily exhaling when he deepens the kiss, his tongue sloppily explores your mouth as Jungkook’s eagerness consumes him. His right hand wastes no time at your waistband, prying himself in. You lift your hips up to grind against his bulge, making it harder for him to take your pants off but you don’t care, you needed to feel him sooner.

It’s when you’re both breathing heavily and trying your best to undress each other that you’re startled by a sudden laugh slipping out of him, the kind that builds every passing nanosecond until he’s flipping over beside you onto his back, holding his stomach and all as you ask is “what’s so funny?”

“Remember Nessa’s face when we caught her with that guy at the mall?” He says with a struggle.

You don’t appreciate that that’s what he’s thinking about right now, but you give him the benefit of being hammered. Plus it makes you laugh too upon remembrance.

“How can I forget?” you trail as you shift onto your side to face him.

The laughter dies down into an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook smiling as he looks up at you. He glances at your chest then back up to your eyes.

“But fuck that,” His voice is a whisper. “Let’s talk about how sexy you were standing up to her.”

Unable to resist, he’s already straining his neck to reach your jaw, leaving wet kisses all along it as you comfortably hum. “Was I?” You entertain.

“So fucking sexy jagi,” he’s reached your neck, his hand finally maneuvering into your pants. His touch is anticipated and slow, waiting to feel him on you any second. Your body jolts when you feel his middle finger trace your slit, poking in to feel how wet you are for him. “So fucking sexy,” he repeats.

“Kiss me again,” you almost whine. He’s quick to oblige, picking it up where you left off. Moaning against his mouth, you bite his lip when he slips a finger into you. “Fuck,” you exhale.

You feel the alcohol at its maximum, so much so that the feeling of him inside you is too much and you can probably cum on command if you tried hard enough.

“Let’s send her something.” You mumble against his mouth in the spur of the moment, shocking even yourself. You go with it though, your drunk 100 mph thoughts showing no mercy. “Show her that you’re all mine.”

Sober Jungkook wouldn’t even pay mind to your offer given that’s too much and he knows Nessa would only freak out, but Jungkook is not sober and the idea makes his dick throb.

And she wouldn’t actually see it anyway. She was thoughtful enough to send Jungkook texts yesterday that read;

Nessa: Going to a spa retreat. 1d ago

Nessa: I won’t have my phone. 1d ago

Nessa: Call the spa if there’s any emergencies with Dahlia. 1d ago

Nessa: Only Dahlia. Not you. 1d ago

To which Jungkook even kindlier told her to fuck off and that he wasn’t planning to. It’s really all sunshine and rainbows with them lately. So with Nessa not having access to her phone, Jungkook is quick to grab his off the nightstand and open the camera app.

“We’ll send and unsend just for fun,” he tells you through a mischievous giggle, like a kid doing something they’re not supposed to. “How should we do it?”

You’re quick to get in position, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought of taking naughty pictures with him before and exactly how you’d be positioned. You guide him to sit on the edge of the bed as you get on your knees in front of him. The sight is enough to make Jungkook hurriedly take himself out, sucking in a sharp breath as you flatten your tongue against the head of his erection.

You get him wet with your saliva before closing your lips around his swollen tip, sinking down all the way so there’s not a single spec of him exposed in the picture. Just your gagged mouth around him. You look up into the lens, giving it a middle finger as your eyes well up. Jungkook thinks you look beautiful like this, choking on him with your big brown eyes up at the camera. He takes mental note to save the pic for himself too.

Jungkook sends the picture, the liquid courage working its magic like never before. And the drunk adrenaline is so good that you don’t stop, you only retract halfway on his cock then devour it again. You’re a mess gagging on him and he’s a wreck trying not to be loud.

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“Fuck jagi,” he breathes, not knowing you were able to take in all of him like that. He questions if you worked on your gag reflex just for him but is met with the obvious when you pick up your pace, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat.

Jungkook is almost embarrassed at how good it feels, but he knows he won’t be able to fight off his climax once it comes. He coaxes you to go a little slower, breathes slow as he feels everything go numb. He’s able to keep his eyes open as he watches his aftermath spur out all over your mouth, your tongue flat and eyes closed as you let it all land on your tastebuds. He swears he can cum again just at the sight alone.

“Good girl,” he uses his thumb to wipe your chin to which you suck clean. “Good fucking girl.”

He makes note to do you even better in return, thinking about all the ways he’s going to fuck you senseless so that you get a good nights sleep in preparation for your big day tomorrow.

“Get on the bed and turn around for me.”

Morning of graduation…

Everything that could’ve gone well, went well. Perfect, even.

Dahlia was up and bathed by the time Jungkook hoped, waiting downstairs eating sugary cereal he picked for her- the only thing he can serve her that she’d actually eat. Jungkook was able to run some errands while you both were still asleep, picking up your dress and his tux from the dry cleaner, even going the extra mile to get a bouquet of flowers for you.

The nerves weren’t there and you were more excited than anything, and the smoothness of the morning all comes from the power of none other than Jungkook’s dick.

Waking up, splayed out on your side and one leg risen, a large hand held onto your waist as a bulky body slowly moved into you. You wake up with closed eyes but a smile, your hand reaching back to rub at the crown of Jungkook’s hair as he gives you soft kisses on your neck.

No good mornings were said, only soft moans and whispered words of “faster” and mumbled profanities. His dick felt so filling in this position, his pace perfect and you’re overwhelmed with the touch of his hand that’s exploring all over your body. You were still sore from last night but the tinge of pain turned you on, remembering how hard he gave it to you last night and how kindly he’s giving it to you again, softer this time.

“I’m gonna cum,” is your first full sentence of the day. He grunts before agreeing, and after asking for permission to finish inside he’s quick to fill you up, a pool of whines surrounding the space of his bed.

That brings you to now, brushing your teeth with wet hair and a towel wrapped around your chest while Jungkook watches Dahlia downstairs. With this being your first time getting ready at Jungkook’s house, you can feel the domestic and natural air surrounding. When he suggested you spend your graduation morning with him, you were quick to agree, packing a makeup and toiletries bag before coming over last night.

You could get used to waking up here, you think. You already have.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook peaks in after putting Dahlia down for a nap downstairs.

You feel a small swarm of butterflies in your stomach, something about seeing the man who’s worn your pussy out all night being so nurturing- it gets to you.

“I’m almost done, did you get the dress?”

“Mhm,” he makes his way behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. You give a kind smile at him through the mirror.

The sound of Dahlia’s favorite movie always playing as background noise to the house, accompanied by the amazing smell of Jungkook even before a shower, it’s all so familiar by now. So is the gleam in his eyes as he kisses your cheek, and the warmth in his touch along your thigh. You highly enjoy these things being your familiarity’s, and you add it to your mental list of pros regarding his offer from the other night.

Sharing a home wouldn’t be too bad. Not bad at all, you think.

You haven’t put much thought into what graduation will change as far as seeing each other. You can’t just abandon your place and work to fit him into your schedule, not to mention how you also plan to put your degree to use as soon as possible. You’ve considered moving in together to be a highly reasonable option.

Graduation also means freedom with your relationship, something you’ve anticipated since day one. You’ve thought about how no longer being under the restrictions of school would make your relationship with Jungkook different. A good different. No more sneaking around, no more iffy dynamic. Now all that’s left is a couple year age difference and his fatherhood that you don’t mind in the slightest.

Everything is unfolding neatly, falling right into place.

“Any plans tonight?” Jungkook has made his way into the shower, tone loud enough to fight the harsh running water and light blow of your hair dryer.

You actually did have plans, but you’ve been putting them off for a while. You didn’t know how Jungkook would feel about a post-grad pool party that’s being thrown by some big shot rich kid you’ve spoken maybe 2 words to out of your full four years of attending the school. It’s not like you’d go for the people, though. Only the experience. It is one you can definitely live without, so you’ve concluded. It’s not like you’d have much friends there either, it’s a little hard to make friends in college when you aim for the hot professor instead.

“There’s some pool party thing but I don’t think I’m gonna go,” you tell him, carefully. “That’s if you’re not okay with it.”

Jungkook cringes at the thought of you hanging out with your graduating class at a pool party. It’s awfully high school-esque and it makes Jungkook feel like a lame dad. It also makes him feel strangely jealous.

“Would you wear a bathing suit?” That wasn’t his main concern (although it was a concern) but he wouldn’t even try to explain why he’s not too thrilled with the idea of you going.

You turn around to shoot him a “well of course” expression to his poor excuse through the fogged glass of the shower door.

He only hums, expression clearly distasteful as he fails to mask it. You bite the inside of your cheek, not upset but a little frustrated that he won’t give you a genuine reason why not. You don’t push it, though. A dumb pool party isn’t worth ruining how good things between you both have been.

“I won’t go, don’t worry.”

Jungkook frowns, now aware of how controlling he sounds, but he’s still not able to bring himself to backtrack. He proposes an alternative.

“What if I get Lia a sitter and take you out?” He shakes off excess water from his hair as he turns the water off, lazily drying off before slinging his towel over his shoulder. He hopes that sounds just as fun to you.

But he knows it’s not. Jungkook rarely gets insecure, especially since he’s pretty young compared to most people of his profession, but this specifically, makes him feel so old and boring.

As willing as he’d be to get drunk with you and party and do whatever the hell else 23-year-olds do, he’s still a dad. Young or not he must remain responsible 99% of the time. And on rare occasions, he lets that 1% shine. Like taking only three shots of Don Julio with you.

God. Jungkook shakes his head to himself as he comes to terms with how awfully boring he sounds.

Joining you at the counter, he begins brushing his teeth at the opposite sink.

“That’d be just as nice Mr. Jeon, thank you.”

Jungkook allows the nickname for once since it’ll be coming to an end soon, but oddly enough a small part of him still hopes it sticks, and he frowns again at your kindness. Especially when he knows it’s not what you really want.

He feels like an asshole basically telling you no, so he leaves the matter up for consideration in his head, hoping you’ll bring it up again later so he can redeem himself.

You finish getting ready for the big event, having straightened your hair and slipping into your silk lilac dress, one that showed the print of your nipples off in an almost elegant manner. Jungkook loved the way it looked on you, hugging your curves perfectly and showing the entirety of your smooth back. He couldn’t keep his hands off you as you applied your makeup in front of his dresser mirror.

“Hey before I forget, I got something for Lia to wear today,” you speak carefully while applying mascara. “I know you already got her something but she’d like this one more, trust me.”

Closing your mascara, you scavenge through multiple dresser drawers before remembering which one you put it in, unfolding the dress and holding it out upon retrieval.

Jungkook smiles, shaking his head in humor. It looks like the dress the fairy/princess/mermaid lady wore in Dahlia’s favorite movie (both of you are still unable to decipher what’s going on in that movie) but it’s not cheaply made. It’s a legitimate dress from the dress store, purple just like yours.

“You’re supposed to be the one receiving gifts today.”

“I saw her eyeing it at the mall, I had to go back and get it,” you catch him up. He places a long kiss onto your lips, whispering a kind “thank you” as you slip your black heels on, slapping his bum on your way out the bedroom as he slicks his hair with pomade.

“Finish getting ready, you.”

Everything was going well except for time, but your good morning repels any stress or worry.

You had planned to be out the door an hour before graduation started but ended up leaving fifteen minutes too late. Your makeup and hair touch-ups took quite long and it didn’t help when an excited Dahlia begged you to do her makeup too (the matching dresses not being enough, she wanted to look just like you) to which her stubborn dad said no, causing a tantrum that ultimately ended in Jungkook caving per usual. You sped through the girls makeup, trying your absolute best to go as minimal as possible with your high end products to reserve her youth all while you had Jungkook behind you profusely apologizing for allowing Dahlia to make you both run late. She looked somewhat of one of those toddler beauty pageant girls but her straight brown hair tamed the look down by a lot.

Jungkook was freaked out by how easily the makeup aged her little baby features, but he shook it off and hurriedly got her situated into the car, making sure to waste no more time.

You decided on riding separately so there’ll be no suspicion, per usual, and after one last debrief in the driveway, Jungkook took a full minute to put the chaos aside and soak in how beautiful you look.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

You give him one last kiss, attempting to distract the building blush, complimenting him too- though his outfit isn’t much different from what he usually wears to lectures. Black chinos, white button down, leather loafers. You still don’t fail to tell him how sexy he looks.

“Good luck, I’ll be watching you from a distance. I’m sure other guys will be too so be on your best behavior.”

After a “yeah, yeah” and another quick kiss (you couldn’t help yourselves) you say bye to Dahlia and part ways in your separate vehicles, allowing no more delays and darting it to the ceremony.

Jungkook was trying his best to drive appropriately fast but played it safe and slowed down as he was too distracted from Dahlia who kept saying “Appa look” every other minute, showing him another silly face in the mirror. He entertained her though, giggling every time but softly telling her that he has to focus on driving. He was also pretty distracted by you, who was riding pretty close to him every now and then on the road, looking like an actress from the 50’s on her way to a modeling campaign. God you’re pretty, Jungkook thought to himself.

Eventually pulling into the large building entrance, Jungkook managed to arrive in one full piece, Dahlia included, after all the distractions. He’s however not safe from the inconvenience of Nessa who’s blowing up his phone with texts. With his phone being screen side up beside him on his bench seat, he waits to find parking before seeing what she wants, more annoyed than concerned. Plus he has Dahlia with him, any emergency Nessa could be having is a Nessa problem. Not Jungkook’s.

He helps Dahlia out, her energy being at a peak and Jungkook heavily regrets giving her sugar for breakfast. He really thought the nap would help it die down but he should’ve learned by now that the girls energy is unmatched. Straightening her dress and frizzy hair with his palms, he smiles down at her and serenades her with compliments, to which the girl excitedly squeals in response; eager to show off her princess dress at the ceremony. Taking her small hand in his, he walks them to the entrance, checking his phone once they reach a sidewalk.

Nessa: You’re kidding me. 5m ago

Nessa: Are you fucking serious. 4m ago

Nessa: I tried staying out of this. 3m ago

Nessa: That whore will be hearing it. 3m ago

Confused, Jungkook opens the messages and it takes a lot for him not to fall into cardiac arrest right then and there. He stops in his tracks, a clueless Dahlia unbothered.

On his screen displays the picture of his cock in your mouth, your middle finger out to her and all.

He never unsent it.

So many emotions and thoughts race through his head all at once, guilt taking first place. He can’t ruin your night, he refuses to. He also doesn’t know what Nessa is capable of. He hates himself for agreeing to send the picture in the first place, the whole thing just looking shameful and immature in retrospect. He can’t begin to imagine what Nessa is thinking either. He shouldn’t have allowed that, but he’s determined to fix it.

Just as he goes to type a response, a fellow admin is greeting him from a distance, welcoming him in. Defeated, Jungkook slips his phone into his pocket and makes no plan to tell you about his mistake. Not tonight, he thinks. And as for Nessa, he just has to pray her anger subsides.

Jungkook has already chatted to the dean and a few other colleagues by the time you enter, having gotten caught in traffic and hitting every single red light on the way. You’re not even mad, you’re used to your luck.

Your dress is thin and smooth, almost too thin, Jungkook only now realizes. Your chest is being highlighted almost angelically, swaying with each step, and Jungkook sees all the eyes on you and immediately wishes you worn something else. He sees the countless bodies of younger men eyeing your body, darting their gaze away when you catch them.

Cowards, Jungkook thinks to himself.

Call him immature but he smirks to himself knowing none of them will ever be called half the things you call him in bed.

Unknowing of his absurd thoughts, you smile at Jungkook from a distance, making sure you keep your distance the whole night. And for cases where you do talk, it’ll be a simple professor-student chat. However, there are the odd chances that you’ll sneak off somewhere together once or twice, but you’ll save that for after your walk.

Phone to your ear, you call Helen to ask if she’s still going to make it since you mentioned to Jungkook the other night that she’d be coming. After a confirmation from her, you tuck your phone into your small handbag, making your way to the group of students lining up for the stage. You notice Dahlia in her hard-to-miss dress across the field of empty chairs, jumping around (still on that sugar rush) as an older woman who you recall to be the dean’s wife watches her as Jungkook helps set up the line of chairs on stage for the admin.

The venue is pretty, not very big but big enough for your class. It’s outdoors and the weather happened to be perfect, accompanied by blue and gold everywhere you look and a big table of champagne, gold streamers surrounding it. The big balloon-arch photo op has a professional photographer waiting on a chair beside it for takers, a low strum of music that you can’t quite tell the genre of over the pretty loud rumble of conversation surrounding you, but it’s upbeat and suiting for graduation.

Caving in, you grab a champagne flute while you wait for the ceremony to start, and you thank your lucky stars it was a little delayed. The champagne isn’t great, and you just so happen to spare a quick glance at Jungkook on the stage, who has barely kept his eyes off of you, smiling to himself as you grimace at the cheap champagne, memories of last night replaying. You almost want to text him to stop staring even though you’re just as guilty, but you’re stopped by a once familiar hand on your forearm.

“Hey,” the unexpected voice speaks.

Your heartbeat stills, but not the way it usually does. This time it’s out of genuine shock, anxiety, and panic.

You’re not surprised to see how different the man standing before you looks given you did spend four years at the same university after-all, the occasional glances being inevitable, but it’s the most up close he’s been in years. You’re not reminiscing, though, like he probably thinks you are. Instead you’re just absolutely winded that he’s rendered up the courage, or audacity, to speak to you.

“Jay.” You don’t greet, you simply just announce.

Jay. Your ex all the way from sophomore year of high school to freshman year of college. It’s been a while since the breakup, however you don’t think any amount of time will make up for how things ended. It was messy, traumatic even. And you haven’t forgave a single bone in his body.

“How are you, Y/N?”

Mouth open, jaw quite literally dropped, you scoff. You knew in the back of your mind he’d be here, but you didn’t think far ahead enough to predict this. You don’t know whether to be angry or compliment the bravery he has approaching you like this.

But you’re 23 now. Not 19. A lot has changed, including your maturity. He’s nothing to you but a person from your past, so you’ll treat him like it, because why give him the satisfaction of thinking he holds importance to you?

So you don’t lash out. You allow yourself to put history behind you for as long as this excruciating conversation lasts.

“I’m doing amazing.” It’s not a lie, you are. You could’ve gone with adding a ‘without you’ to that, but you won’t. You’re mature.

You notice Helen arrived at the entrance, skimming the venue to find you and you grow relieved as you plan to use her as a scapegoat out of this conversation. Except she doesn’t see you and takes a seat on the visitor chairs that are further away instead.

“Good.” You can’t stand his face. “That’s really good, that’s great.”

He says nothing else, making the atmosphere impossible to breathe in. You decide to engage, after all you were the one that didn’t talk to him at all after the incident.

“How about you, Jay? Still getting girls pregnant and bouncing on them?”

You catch him a bit off guard, but he doesn’t take too much offense, he knew it was coming. Shameful but almost playful he sighs while looking down at the floor then back up at you. His eyes are still so dark, you always thought that’s what made him compelling enough to stay with for all the years you did.

“We were nineteen Y/N~” he coos, casually grabbing your hand. “We were kids.”

You immediately take your hand away, another scoff escaping.

“You expect me to stand here and talk to you like nothing happened?” Your tone is louder but you’re still hushed for the sake of no one hearing. You forgo your mature, unbothered approach. This is a touchy subject and you will not let him get away with implying what he did to be forgivable.

“I had a miscarriage and you celebrated, Jay. You celebrated while I laid there in blood crying.”

It’s like he doesn’t recall that happening because his expression doesn’t budge. He’s continues to stand there tall and proud like he didn’t do what he did.

“I stayed, didn’t I? After you told me you were pregnant I stayed. No one ‘bounced’ but you.”

You laugh, amazed that you’re even tolerating this conversation right now. His demeanor is cockier than ever and his tone is condescending.

Slamming the glass of champagne down beside him, you tell him one last thing before storming off.

“You left me emotionally, Jay. All because I was carrying a child. Your child.”

Tears build and you hate that you allowed the emotion overcome you. You were healed for the most part, that was a sealed up chapter of your life that you never ever looked back on. Your heart beats profusely out of anger and hurt and you feel that stitched up wound being ripped open seam by seam with every memory you recall.

The ceremony starts, mic screeches, and you feel physically unwell as you navigate through the path of standing bodies crowding the stage. You wipe your tears and try to recollect yourself before making it over to Helen, who thankfully didn’t notice anything wrong as you hugged her and thanked her for coming before striding back to your spot in line of students awaiting their walk.

But Jungkook saw the whole thing. The jaw dropping, the anger, the hushed yelling, the hand pull, everything.

You can’t see him on stage but you do however see Dahlia in the front row swinging her little feet on the chair, which boosts your mood a bit. Scanning the rest of the venue for him, you find him in his spot alongside the other professors in attending. He’s mouthing “what happened” and you can easily detect the worry, confusion, and anger he must have for Jay all from a hundred feet away.

He hates how he can’t run up to you right now. The guilt of the picture situation stings at him too after seeing how upset you already are. He’s a little reassured when you give him a thumbs up and a smile but he knows you’re faking it for him.

The line moves and you’re brought closer to the stage.

All he can do is pray you’ll savor the moment and not let whatever just happened take away from your special moment.

Everything is a blur and nothing feels real, it feels like you’re on an acid trip from the turn of events that are unfolding, and throughout everything that just happened with Jay, you forgot you were graduating.

You’re ending a chapter of your life and the only person in the world you want to start a new one with is standing behind the audience looking so beyond happy for you. You remember this morning. You remember the first time you saw Jungkook. You remember the day in the lecture hall. The day at the art museum. You remember every memory made with Dahlia.

All of it allows you to take in the moment.

With one last smile from Jungkook, you walk across the stage, receiving your certificate and a handshake from the dean. You make sure to wave at Dahlia and Helen, then blow a kiss at Jungkook. No one could’ve made out who it was for except the recipient himself, and his smile couldn’t have been bigger.

“So. Proud.” He mouths.

It’s been about an hour into the ceremony, all of the students, family and staff mingling amongst each other sipping the budget champagne, glass after glass. Jungkook has a speech to deliver in about thirty minutes and is sat with Dahlia and Helen at a table in the meantime- Dahlia downing a french pastry from the complimentary food table. Upon their meeting, Helen adored Dahlia- still not over her resemblance to Jungkook, and it makes Jungkook shy each time she says it. Every interaction Jungkook has with Helen is shy and sweet, like a boyfriend with his in-laws and your heart aches watching them from afar.

You were over with them for what would look like an appropriate amount of time before you excused yourself to go interact with some of your classmates that you don’t really like, but you told yourself it’s the right thing to do figuring it’s the last time you’d ever have to do that.

After the certification part of the ceremony ended, you were able to fill Jungkook in on a part of your life you didn’t plan on telling him about anytime soon, and not because you didn’t want to but because it was genuinely pushed to the back of your mind. It’s something so horrible that you force away, and of course it comes back to haunt your thoughts every so often, but not when you’re around Jungkook.

Sat on two wooden boxes presumably used for sound equipment, you both hid from sight behind the venue.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

The sadness in Jungkook’s eyes makes your lip quiver, hand instinctively tangling with his as you revert your eyes to the ground instead. You know that this topic hurts him to here as a parent and as your lover. He’s crushed to hear that, to say the least.

You tried your absolute best to downplay everything you told him to save him any worry, which failed miserably. At first the new information made his blood boil and his knee involuntarily shake, teeth grinding as he thought vile things about your ex, to which you placed your hand on him and reminded him everything is fine. Jungkook hates the idea of you with some disrespectful, immature boy- or in Jay’s case, a poor excuse of a human.

He wasn’t bothered at all that you never mentioned anything to him because he understands that that’s your business and he respects that. He thought you were amazing before, but after learning this he saw you as the strongest woman on Earth, and he can’t stop thinking how right it was for you and him to be together. He gets to share Dahlia with you. That nurturing side of you didn’t come out of nowhere, so he realized now, and although you’ll never get back what you lost, he’s glad that you’re able to restore at least some of it with Dahlia.

After telling him you didn’t like talking about it, especially not at your graduation ceremony, he gave you an understanding nod followed by a long, soft kiss and promised to seal the topic and lock it away once again.

Now, Dahlia is standing with Jungkook-who’s chatting with the dean again waiting to deliver his speech in about thirty minutes, Helen went home after congratulating you like crazy and saying her goodbyes to everyone, and you’re laughing with some girl you just met tonight over how much champagne this one TA has guzzled down. The girl, who you think said her name was Sophie, asks if you’re going to the pool party, and you don’t know why but you almost feel sad when you tell her no.

“I’d love to see him at a pool party,” she says, flirty and all while eyeing someone in particular. You turn to see who, and when you see your man in her line of sight, you wash over in a cold sweat.

You’re not jealous, you’re well aware Jungkook is an attractive man and has the eyes of many of his students on him every lecture and especially tonight with his hair slicked back. You do however kindly end your time with her, making up a bathroom excuse before walking away- making sure to indirectly block Jungkook from her gaze.

Standing alone once again, something you’re used to, given you can’t parade around with who would be your date, you check your phone to pass the time.

loml❤️: How are you holding up? 9m ago

You: fine :) ready for your speech? now

Feeling the vibration in his back pocket, he looks over at you while ending his conversation with the dean, giving you a tiny smile before briefly walking to the side of the stage to prepare. You figure to use the bathroom before his speech starts, but before you can even turn around in a full 180, you do a double take as you notice someone entering the venue that you did not expect to be here, and they’re not very happy as they walk towards you.

Nessa.

“Are you ready to watch daddy on stage?” Jungkook smiles down at Dahlia as he organizes his few pages after returning your text. “I’m a little nervous, do you think you can cheer me on when I’m up there?”

Dahlia lets out a nod with a big bunny smile, her energy not at a peak anymore which is good, Jungkook was worried she’d be so excited to see him up there that she’d climb on stage too.

Helen was a big help watching her and keeping her on her best behavior, which is also good because Dahlia’s antics have distracted Helen from talking to Jungkook the whole time. Not that he doesn’t like talking to her, it’s just nerve racking for some reason. He feels like he has to be perfect for her, to gain what he guesses to be approval in a way. Jungkook knows how close you two are, and he wouldn’t want to make a wrong impression-ever.

He already feels his age is a strike so he must be perfect in every other aspect to make up for it.

Helen, however, already loves him. She sees how much he loves you, and that’s all she cares about. She finds it funny how nervous Jungkook is around her, though. So she won’t tell him for the sake of him keeping it up.

“Mommy!” Dahlia suddenly shouts, swatting at Jungkook’s thigh. Instinctively he tells her not to shout, even though they’re in a secluded area but he’s still stern on manners. He assumed Lia was talking about you- which would’ve been a first, but Jungkook’s unable to put further thought into it because when he looks up he sees his life flash before his eyes.

Jungkook’s heart accelerates, he knows why she’s here. That damn picture must’ve struck that big enough of a nerve that she used the emergency location app that her and Jungkook share for whoever has Dahlia. He only turns it on when he has Dahlia with him, and vice versa. But clearly she abused the purpose of it to track him down assuming you would be here. And boy was she right as she power walks towards you, anger prominent in her face and Jungkook’s fight or flight kicks in at a max.

Scooping Dahlia up with one arm (left with no choice since no one he knows is around to watch her) he guns it over to your direction before Nessa can get to you first.

But the chairs and groups of people scattered along the venue make his pathway extremely difficult, and by the time he’s close enough-Nessa is already in your face pointing a finger.

“You think you’re cute sending me stuff like that?” Her tone is sharp and loud enough for heads to turn.

At first you genuinely don’t know what she’s talking about, but when you see a frantic Jungkook jogging up to you with a distressed Dahlia in his arms-it occurs.

He forgot to unsend the picture.

You have no time to process anything as Nessa is quick to continue, throwing jabs and profanities your way like they’re knives. You don’t know how to react, your lips are parted and your brows are furrowed. Embarrassment hits you the moment you notice a couple of people around are looking, and despite how much you don’t want to see Jungkook right now, you need him to hurry over to shut this down.

“I don’t expect you to understand what I’m about to say because you’re just a naive whore, but you’re being played.”

Jungkook is standing right in front of you two, instinctively pulling Nessa away from you until he realizes what she’s saying and freezes.

“That professor boyfriend of yours is my husband. We were never divorced, just on a break with the exception of fuck buddies which is all you two are.”

You and Jungkook are making similar expressions of shock and disbelief while Dahlia begins to cry seeing her mom yell at you-despite even understanding what it is she’s saying. You refuse to feel any type of way before looking over at Jungkook for confirmation that she’s lying, and when he stands there absolutely drowning in guilt, your heart strains.

You shake your head no, stumbling over your words as you try to tell yourself this isn’t real.

“Dahlia’s staying with me. You two can go fuck and make up. You’re both pathetic.”

Nessa takes Dahlia from Jungkook’s arms to which he doesn’t put up a fight since she’s very upset and he wants her away from this, even if it means cutting his time with her early. Plus he’s not able to move. They make their way out of the venue, leaving you and Jungkook in the aftermath.

“Y/N,” Jungkook begs but he doesn’t know what for. Maybe for a chance to hear him out, and you probably would’ve given him it, if only he told you that it’s not true. But unfortunately those words aren’t coming out of his mouth, meaning what Nessa said holds truth.

Luckily no admin or the dean was around to hear, only families of students that Jungkook luckily never taught. There was a graduate getting ready to deliver a speech, so not many eyes were on you two.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you want to tell him to lie if he has to, which wouldn’t make anything better at all but it would give you more time. You didn’t know when you started crying, every single feeling you’re feeling clouding everything around you completely except for the eyes of the man who is about to break you.

And that he does as he remains standing there, silent.

You let out a sharp breath, tears falling harder and harder. You begin to walk away, trying to only reserve your attention on navigating away from him and not your heart that is being pulled out of your chest.

“Y/N, wait,” he snaps out of the frozen state he was in, chasing after you. “Not all of that was true, we’re not on a break I swear we’ve been done for years, she made that part up.”

Back to him, you stop. Slowly turning around, you take in his words. ‘Not all of that was true’ you replay it in your head until you render up the courage to ask, “Are you married, Jungkook?”

Your voice is shaky, disappointment already evident.

“I can explain that, just—”

“Professor Jeon, everything okay over here?” The dean looks at both of you with suspicion but more so genuine concern. Jungkook pulled himself together in nanoseconds, letting out an awkward chuckle before telling him “no worries over here” in a faux adult-like tone.

The dean takes his word, patting his back as he gives him a smile and a nod. “Well it’s time, we’re ready for you up there.”

The dean stands by, waiting for Jungkook to follow him to the stage. Left with no choice in front of the eyes of his boss, Jungkook gives you a professional nod before saying his goodbyes, his heart breaking as he says “nice talking to you Ms. Y/L/N, congratulations again” to which the dean gives you a smile as well before taking off with the man who might’ve just destroyed you.

Standing under the eerie lights of the venue bathroom, a tiny building consisting of only 3 stalls and a single sink and mirror, you put real effort into not thinking about how your life just took a gigantic turn.

How every single thing that fell into place just got thrown into the abyss.

It’s hard when you hear Jungkook’s voice through the blaring speakers right outside, playing the optimistic professor role who sees integrity in every single graduating student and yadda fucking yadda. You toned out almost as soon as it started, which was only a minute or so ago.

You’ve been standing in the bathroom trying to get a hold of your emotions so that you’re suitable to drive home, but it all keeps circling.

How could it not?

What gets you the most is the idea of your days not having Jungkook in them. Everything you’ve grown familiar to, Dahlia, none of it will exist in your life anymore. And you’re trying not to spiral. You’re trying to just suppress it all so you can deal with it another time. But this is Jungkook, the man you told you loved.

And the man who told you he loved you.

You’ve been let down before, in fact you’ve been let down just today by your ex who had no business nearly ruining your graduation-but leave it to Jungkook’s “ex” to put the cherry on the cake. Fact of the matter is, you’ve been let down but none of those times come close to the betrayal of it being Jungkook.

He was real. What you had was real. But so is his marital status, and so is his ability of keeping a gigantic lie from you.

You were able to salvage your makeup and make yourself not look like a crying mess thanks to the concealer you brought with you, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before taking a deep breath and making your way out of the bathroom.

You hear Jungkook’s voice through the speaker grow louder when you open the door, and as you have your gaze down on your handbag, trying to tuck your concealer away, you crash into someone.

“I’m so s—”

Jay.

Again.

Understanding you’re losing your mind, you break out into a fit of laughter. You don’t know which is funnier, your luck or how close you are to a mental breakdown.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You keep going, laughing even harder when you see his confusion just grow. Eventually you get a hold of yourself, taking yet another deep breath before continuing to walk away from the bathrooms. “Fuck off Jay.”

“Wait,” he grabs your wrist and you stop, turning back to face him with absolutely no life behind your eyes. “Y/N are you sure you’re okay?”

Annoyed, you tug your hand away.

“I’ve had a terrible past couple hours, I do not need this right now—”

“I’ve been trying to find you all night, I feel terrible and want to apologize.” He’s slow and soft with his words, and contrary to the lack of respect you have for him-he actually sounds genuine. “You’d think after almost four years I’d at least be a little more compassionate but I wasn’t and I’m sorry. So sorry.”

You don’t have room in your flooded head to really think about what he’s saying, nor the energy to unpack your history once again tonight, but you’re willing to hear him out.

“So what, you couldn’t find compassion during those 4 years but you suddenly found it just tonight within a couple hours?”

“That was the first time we talked since everything happened. I spent those years trying to tell myself exactly what I told you earlier, that we were only kids. I couldn’t let myself believe I did you that wrong or else I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.” He takes a deep breath before taking a step closer to you. You don’t move. “I just panicked, is all.”

There’s tension between you, a tension you never would have thought in a million years would come back. He places a finger on your chin, eyes down on you as you keep your eyes adamant on his shoes.

It’s terrible that while he’s telling you he’s sorry for something huge, finally giving you an apology you’ve waited years on, the only thing going through your mind is Jungkook.

In an attempt to suppress him from your thoughts, you engage further in the conversation.

“And what about now? How are you gonna live with yourself?” Your eyes are now up on his, your words being of a whisper.

His finger moves to your bottom lip.

“I won’t. I’m going to live each day of my life being so fucking sorry.” He cups your jaw, words also being of a chilling whisper. “But it’ll be a little easier knowing I got to tell you.”

Your heart and mind are telling you not to do this. It isn’t even what you want. The man you want broke your heart and is on stage giving a speech. And you’re aware that the betrayal you felt from him is the only thing tempting you to go along with whatever the hell it is you’re doing with Jay right now.

But Jungkook’s betrayal was grand enough for you to not stop.

He moves in closer and you can feel your heart beat out of your chest- but not like how it does for Jungkook. This time it’s guilt. The world moves in slow motion but right before you can make an irreversible mistake, you register the words that Jungkook is saying through the speakers.

“And this doesn’t have much to do with your degrees or acedemic achievements, but instead the rest of your lives. Find love and hold onto it with dear life. Love is something that only comes once, and I uh, wanted to end this on a quote from a book. I did teach most of you english literature after all.”

The audience laughs and Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat before continuing.

“‘Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.’ Thank you.”

His speech ends and the audience applauds him, girls gawking over the hot professor talk about love. Given the way he scanned the venue while speaking, presumably looking for you, you knew he didn’t have that written down. He memorized Jane Austen. Enough that he has quotes on standby.

You place a hand on Jay’s chest, pushing him away while shaking your head. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” Hurt and confused, he watches as you walk away.

“At least take my new number, we can stay in touch.” He calls out as you’re already a generous distance away.

You stop in your tracks, locking eyes with him from a distance. “I don’t think I can be friends with you after everything, Jay. I’m sorry.”

And just like that you’re gone and you have the eyes of both men on you as you navigate out, leaving behind a plethora of lifetimes.

You can’t bring yourself to drive off.

Driving off, away from Jungkook, makes it permanent. You can stay, you can get out of your car and go back in there to talk to him. You can hear him out, let him fix everything and rekindle what was once perfect hours ago.

But then you remember he’s married and there’s absolutely no coming back from that.

You’re well aware you’re in denial, not wanting what you have with him to end but knowing you have to. Yet still, you’re sat in your car outside the venue unable to switch gears. You know you’re going to have to soon, given the dean is giving the final speech and everyone, including Jungkook and Jay, will be exiting shortly and you do not want to risk the chances of them seeing you.

The bud of your cigarette hangs out the window of your car, a habit Jungkook didn’t get to learn about. You’re a stress smoker, but after hanging out with him and Dahlia you stopped. Now you have no reason not to and all the reason to.

You stopped crying since the bathroom, more so just numb now. The cigarette helps only a little but your headache and thoughts can’t, won’t, subside. A fresh tear rolls down as you realize your plans with Jungkook that were supposed to happen after the ceremony are no longer standing for obvious reasons.

And you don’t spiral, but instead feel. You hate how Jungkook had to memorize Jane Austen for you. It makes it all the more harder to hate him. And that’s the thing, you may never hate him. He’s the man who brought you all the way to the peak just to plummet you down but you will probably never be able to hate him. How could you hate him after every touch. Every kiss. Every word of reassurance. After introducing his amazing, sweet daughter into your life who you grown to love and build a maternal bond with; all for it to be ripped away from you.

Jungkook kept the fact he was married a secret from you from the start. Maybe you could hate him. Maybe you could hate him after knowing every kiss, every touch, every word all had a horrible truth hidden behind it. He allowed you to love him, is what’s worse. He allowed you to build yourself on his tainted foundation, creating a home you had no business being in.

You should’ve ran the second you saw how terrible Nessa was. You almost did, and though he wasn’t the one who convinced you to stay but rather your first words of I love you, he said it back. Encouraging you to stay when you didn’t know how you could.

But you did, and now it all backfired so terribly onto you when all you wanted was to love a man.

All you wanted was to love Jungkook.

You remember this morning.

You remember the first time you saw Jungkook.

You remember the day in the lecture hall.

The day at the art museum.

You remember every memory made with Dahlia.

Anger consumes you as you let the last bit of your cigarette fall to the floor. You don’t have a single thought in your head except for the hurt Jungkook is putting you through as of right now, and with one last shaky, adrenaline filled breath, you take your car key out of the ignition.

Just as you predicted, the ceremony comes to an end, all guests exiting and finding their ways to their vehicles. You see Jungkook standing by, saying his goodbyes to the exiting graduates, and you grow even more livid seeing how he’s not even phased.

You try telling yourself that he’s just good at masking his emotions, but it doesn’t work and it only contributes to the hurt you’re feeling.

You stay out of Jungkook’s sight as you wait for Jay to come out.

When he does, you notice Jungkook gives him the dirtiest look he could, one so hatred-filled that it makes Jay do a double take. Jungkook doesn’t revert his gaze. His eyes are dead on Jay’s, wanting, hoping he says something. But before he could, you walk up.

Both pair’s of eyes land on you, but you only look at Jay. He’s surprised, having thought he’d never see you again. Jungkook can say the same thing.

You speak your next words loud enough for Jungkook to hear, recollecting just how big of a lie he kept from you. Recollecting how he gave you everything and took it away.

Recollecting how he is a married man.

“On second thought, I’ll take your number.”

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