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summary: moving into a quiet apartment complex you expected to find nothing but solace, not your most entertaining situationship to date OR the three times you kept it casual with your new neighbor vs the one time he made things serious.

content: neighbor!jungkook, strangers2lovers, situationship (kind of), fwb, jk's a lil bit of a himbo in this fic, afab reader, smut, three smut scenes lol, penetrative sex, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, etc.

wc: 7.1k

a/n: this is honestly just a silly and unserious fic that's mostly smut lol i hope u guys enjoy it<3

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"Oh, wow, uh, hey."

"Hi?", you looked at the stranger in curiosity, though still very shocked by the adonis of a man who had suddenly knocked on your door.

He cleared his throat and shook his head as if rebuffing himself to speak again, "Fuck, okay, that was such an uncool first impression. What I meant to say was 'Welcome to the neighborhood,' but you just caught me off guard. Sorry."

"I caught you off guard? You're the one who knocked on my door."

"Yeah, not gonna elaborate on that," he chuckled sheepishly, extending his hand, "Hi, I'm Jungkook, your neighbor," he introduced himself.

You chuckled in return, letting his ambiguity slide as you briefly shook his hand, providing him with your name, "Hi, Jungkook. I'm new here, if that wasn't obvious."

"No, yeah, you can really tell the difference between you and the old lady who used to live here. She was- wait, fuck. Did she-"

"No, Jungkook, she's not dead. The landlord told me she just moved into some retirement home," you clarified.

"Thank god," the boy sighed in relief, "Me and Mrs. Louis go way back. She used to bake me cookies on Sundays."

"Oh really? Well, you won't be getting any cookies from me. Sorry," you joked.

Cocking his head to the side, he lifted his eyebrows, "We'll see about that."

"What does that even mean?"

"I can be very convincing."

Was he flirting? Through a cookie euphemism?

"Are you-"

"Anyways, if you need any help with moving in, let me know. Maybe coming over to help build some furniture?", he suggested, "I like to be on a friendly standing with all my neighbors," he smiled as he disregarded his prior flirting, almost as if it had never happened.

"I'm your only neighbor. There's only two apartments per floor," you recalled, still amused by his oddity.

"Exactly," he winked, and with that, he turned to leave, heading back to his own apartment, "See you around."

It was through that very short interaction that you first met your neighbor, Jungkook. Despite how odd he had seemed, he carried a charm that intrigued you (though his pretty appearance also drew you in).

Closing your door, you went back to what you had been doing previously, a smile of disbelief on your face as you tried to come up with some believable reason to scout him for help – as he had offered – just to see him again.

Unfortunately, most of your stuff had not arrived yet, so you truly had nothing you could possibly use as an excuse to get him to come into your apartment so soon. It was nice, though, to know that your new neighbor was as friendly as he was (and as attractive, might you add).

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"Hey, neighbor."

"Oh, hi, Jungkook. Did I forget to tell you my name last time?", you wondered why he'd omit your name, unless you had been too distracted last time staring at him to remember.

The next time you saw Jungkook was a day later at the apartment complex's laundry room located at the basement of the building. From what you'd seen the few times you'd walked by it on your way to the elevator, no one really seemed to use it. No one except Jungkook, apparently. You'd also come to find out that this apartment complex seemed to be occupied by mostly elderly people, with you and Jungkook being some of the few exceptions.

Eyeing you up and down in a not very discreet way, his eyes landed back on your face before responding, "No, just got distracted, sorry," he chuckled similarly to how he'd done last time.

This was the second time you'd seemingly caught him off guard, but you weren't complaining. The thought of your presence taking him out of focus gave you a slight boost in confidence, especially considering how attractive he was.

You eyed him curiously, noticing he had no laundry with him nor was he using either of the four washing machines located in the room. As soon as he came in, he took a seat on top of the washing machine next to the one you were currently putting your clothes into. When you smiled at him questioningly, he had no reaction, simply smiling back.

"What are you doing?", you asked whilst continuing your prior task, almost paying no mind to him.

"Just hanging out," he responded simply, swinging his feet back and forth as they hovered due to the stature of the washing machine he was currently sitting on.

"What, with me?"

"Yup. Just trying to be neighborly, is all. Shouldn't be down here all alone," he reasoned, "Can I help you? I love doing laundry."

You scoffed at that, "Really? You love doing laundry? Also, I don't need a bodyguard," you hadn't taken offense to his comment, but you'd found it somewhat amusing. He clearly just wanted to spend time with you, which admittedly made you feel slightly bashful. However, there was no harm in making him work for it a little more.

With a huff, he got off the washing machine and leaned down to help you organize your laundry, dividing it between colors, "I'm known as somewhat of a laundry fairy", he nodded seriously.

"Oh, so you do other people's laundry, then?"

"Yep," he nodded, "It's a whole profession. I part-time as bodyguard too," he joked, continuing to shuffle through your clothes.

"The perfect man," you retorted back, sarcasm in your tone.

"Exactly. You could make really good use of me," he winked, finishing up his pile of clothes and moving onto yours, beginning to place them inside the washing machine.

"Are you asking me to use you?", you braved it and flirted back, turning to look up at him.

The air in the room was comfortable, yet it now had a hint of something more. What it was, you weren't sure. Although Jungkook had hinted at being attracted to you when you first met a day prior, you'd never had a flirtation move so quickly. It usually took a bit more conversation before getting to the more suggestive comments, but the pleased look on his face as he looked down at you made you too excited to backtrack.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to get that. Was my self-invite to your apartment yesterday not hint enough?", he followed along, putting down the article of clothing he had in his hands to take a small step towards you, now leaving a very small distance between you.

"Oh? Was that what that was? I think I'm gonna need you to be a bit more specific. Spell it out for me, maybe?", you tilted your head to the side teasingly, almost as if daring him.

"Aw," he placed his hand on his chest, as if hurt, "That's my bad, pretty. I'll be a little more forward from now on, okay?", he coo'd, leaning down and letting his nose nudge against your own lightly.

"So, are you? Or are you all talk?", you dared him, tilting your face upwards, almost meeting his lips.

With a muted grumble, he closed the gap, pulling you towards him with a pull from your waist. Humming against your lips, he pressed you up against him, practically molding you to him as he allowed the kiss to become heated. The air in the room became even heavier somehow, causing you to mute any outside forces that could possibly take you away from a constant chorus of Jungkook playing in your head.

The kiss had no time for hesitance or shy meetings of lips as it instantly occupied the otherwise silent room with wet sounds of tongues intertwining and almost inaudible moans shared between lips. The harsh surface of the washing machine behind you almost felt like nothing as Jungkook's lips continued to distract you while his arms lifted you to sit on it. Legs opening, you welcomed him to stand between them, pulling him in my his shirt to ensure not even one second of distance between you was allowed.

Your head tilted back almost on its own accord as his lips trailed down your neck, humming into your skin after every kiss and occasional nibble of skin.

"J-Jungkook ... What if someone sees?", your common sense finally made an appearance, though you made no move to stop him.

"No one uses the laundry room here, it's fine. We have the place to ourselves," he breathed out between kisses, making his way back up to your lips.

With a scarily practiced finesse, his tongue snuck its way into your mouth, easing yours into copying his movements. Your resolve wore down quickly after that, following along with every touch of his on your skin. Despite not being one for casual hookups, it was impossible for you to deny the immediate chemistry you'd had with your neighbor. Who would casual sex with your neighbor going to hurt anyway?

His lips soon took your mind away from any further thought on the manner, trailing down your neck while his hands came up to wander under your tank top, tracing your skin with his calloused fingertips as goosebumps began to form. With soft hands and a rough tongue, Jungkook had your brain emptying at a worrying speed, now becoming a shell of yourself with nothing but Jungkook in mind. Just some kisses and some hand action already had you as putty under him, what a shame.

"Can I take this off?", he murmured against your lips, hands itching under your shirt as it rode up due to his movements.

"Mhm," you conceded, your own hands going under his shirt and feeling up the muscular skin of his back.

With your consent, his hands trailed their way back out from under your shirt, reaching down to help you out of it. Underneath was a tiny piece of fabric you could barely call a bralette, doing a terrible job of hiding the goosebumps on your skin or the hardness of your nipples. His tatted hand went up to toy with a clothed breast, murmuring praise against your cheek as he angled his head to look down at your chest. His eyes trailed to yours, finding them empty of any thought and far too wanting of more of his touch.

"How about this?" he practically whispered, one hand on your breast while the other went to toy at the strap of your bralette that had fallen from your shoulder to the meatier part of your arm, fingering at it softly, almost as if teasing whether or not he'd pull it all the way down or not.

"Yes," you almost whimpered, needing the skin-to-skin touch on your chest. Your back was already arched towards his chest, your body pleading him for more without any further words necessary.

He sighed once the job was done, your chest now fully naked for him and the rest of you almost equally as nude. It was only a tiny pair of shorts with some teeny tiny panties underneath that prevented him from your full nudity. In the meantime, he was still fully clothed. But somehow you didn't mind. His touch on your body was enough to keep you satiated. Surely you'd have your turn to enjoy his own nudity later on.

A groan left him upon hastily removing your shorts, now able to feel the heat coming from between your legs through the offensively thin panties you had on. Dragging you from your thighs, he placed you on the edge of the washing machine as he himself pulled down his pants just enough to leave him with boxers and some beaten up tank top. With a huff, he began intermittently connecting your crotches, bumping his hardness against your heat with a grumble. The art of dry humping might've been lost among many, but you were thanking any higher power that Jungkook was not one of the many to disengage with it.

"You're so warm already," he sighed, face pushing its way to your neck, nosing at your scent, "'n smell so fucking good ..."

Your nails dug to the skin of his shoulders, obsessed with the drag of his cock against you. He was hitting that sensitive, swollen spot that bad you wanting to give him a key to your apartment just so he could come over and do it over and over again.

"So fucking soft n pretty," he mumbled, "God, can't believe I got such a pretty little neighbor all to myself," he rambled on and on, "Gonna make you cum like this, okay, gorgeous? Promise I'll give you more next time, just- fuck ... just caught me off guard again's all ..." all his words were slurred, clearly marking the approximation of an early orgasm. What might've been a turn off for many others had your own high approaching just as fast. A hunk of a man such as Jungkook losing himself to mere dry humping? Sign you up!

"Me too," you almost whined, mouth open as you practically drooled at the feeling of that size and girth, excitement growing within you.

"Yeah? God, so fucking good n perfect," the praise was never ending, greatly aiding your impending orgasm.

With one last groan of your name, Jungkook's hips sped up, now dragging you more harshly into him in desperation for his orgasm. It was only a few moments into his own orgasm that you came too, too stimulated from his extensive play with your chest earlier on and simply too wound up to not find release with someone as attractive as he was.

In other circumstances you would've been embarrassed at how easily your body reacted to his own, but Jungkook seemed just as affected, still panting at the exertion his high had taken from him.

"Sorry," he chuckled breathlessly a few moments later, wide boba eyes staring at you with a shy smile, "I don't usually welcome people to the neighborhood by jumping them like that, hah, I hope I didn't overstep," he needlessly apologized as he helped you clean up with nearby towels and aided you in redressing you and himself.

Giggling at him couldn't be helped — he was far too cute. He was the perfect mixture of cuteness and hotness that it made you frustrated if you thought about it for too long.

"Jungkook, I promise you that was a very appreciated welcome," you laughed as you patted his shoulder reassuringly, stepping down from the washing machine.

"Great," he nodded with a smile, though still a but shy, "Let me help you with your laundry now, then? I won't jump you again, I promise."

"Maybe for next time, then?", you attempted to flirt, high fiving yourself internally when you pulled a shy chuckle out of him.

Next time you saw Jungkook was back in your apartment.

Maybe you should've expected him to be on the other side of that door, specially considering you hadn't met anyone else since moving here, but you also hadn't expected him to be so continuously forward.

Within less than a week of being here, you'd met Jungkook, flirted with him, hooked up in the laundry room and proceeded to wash your clothes with his aid — as it turned out, he really was better than the average person at doing laundry. And now, you were curious as to what the next thing to come would be.

After a few knocks on your door, you resumed drying off your hair and walked over to the door, skin still damp and thin robe wrapped around you. Being almost nude, you decided to be smart and look through the peephole before admitting a stranger into your home. Looking through it, you found the one person you'd hoped to see every time you left the apartment; Jungkook.

Had it been anyone else, maybe you would've bothered to ask him for a few minutes in order to get dressed before attending to the door. However, seeing as Jungkook had already seen you almost fully nude, it seemed dumb to do so. That, plus the fact that you were pretty sure how today's visit would go.

"Hey," he said casually when the door was opened.

Donning yet another tank top, the contour of his muscles could be easily seen as he leaned against the frame of the door. A confident and suave smile was on his lips the moment his eyes did a once-over of your body, clearly taking notice of the singular layer of clothing you had on.

"Huh," he hummed, "You're making this too easy for me," he chuckled, letting himself in when you stepped aside to silently welcome him.

"Hello, Jungkook," you ignored him, closing the door behind him, "Are you here to help me unpack?", you questioned upon seeing him approach the few boxes located in your living room and eyeing their contents curiously.

"Yeah. Figured you were taking too long to invite me over, might as well invite myself," he said distractedly, focus all spent on a bunny figurine he found in your boxes, mumbling a quiet 'cute' to himself.

"Let me get dressed and then we can start," you said, beginning to walk to your room while he sat on the floor, beginning to open some boxed furniture you hadn't even bothered to eye since its arrival.

Already in the other room, you heard Jungkook call over before you could close your door, mentioning something about 'You'll end up undressed anyways, but okay,' causing you to chuckle to yourself.

It only took you a few minutes to moisturize and dress yourself in some comfortable loungewear, able to hear Jungkook's ruckus all the way from your room. Despite his slight awkwardness shining through sometimes, he seemed to be a very confident guy, so it made sense to you that he'd made himself at home almost immediately upon his arrival.

Heading back to your living room, you found him sat comfortably on the floor, boxed materials to build what appeared to be a bookshelf laid in front of him while he eyed a manual. Originally, he had implied that his intention to go visit you had been for another hookup, so it amused you that he had actually taken his own words literally and decided to help you out with your furniture.

As you took a seat next to him, you decided to voice out this thought to him, "Wow, you're actually going to help me unpack?" you asked amusedly, hands reaching out to copy the way in which he assembled some pieces together.

He shrugged, "It's the neighborly thing to do," he reasoned, "Plus, the sooner you're unpacked, the sooner we can do more fun stuff."

Despite it being said so casually, it was more than enough encouragement for you to put your mind to the task, knowing that the unexpected help of your hot neighbor was way better than the alternative of getting all your moving in duties done by yourself.

It took about two hours to get done with most of your unpacking, combined with putting together the few pieces of furniture you had bought and neglected to build. The last of it was found in your bedroom in the form of a few boxes of skincare and clothing you'd been too lazy to unbox, opting to instead use whatever you needed at the time and leaving the rest unpacked. Jungkook tutted at you disappointingly at this, lightheartedly scolding you for not simply organizing your stuff as soon as you moved in and revealing to you how organized he was himself.

"Is there any box you want me to stay away from?", he wondered as he rummaged through one of the various boxes you'd moved onto your bed to organize.

"Nope, what do you mean?", you wondered, pulling out a hair dryer and placing it in its rightful spot before walking back over to the bed.

"Well, for instance ..." he trailed off, pulling out a tiny piece of lace you'd forgotten was in the box labeled as 'clothes' Jungkook was currently going through. He gave you an awkward smirk, his mind seemingly battling between being smug at the thong in his hands and affected by the thought of you wearing such a garment.

Immediately, your eyes widened, a gasp trapped in your throat before you jumped at him to grab at the lace, only for him to pull it back with a laugh, now holding it above your reach. You continued to pull at him, letting out an annoyed 'Jungkook!' to express your annoyance, but still laughing at how childish he was behaving.

He let you take hold of the thong after a few more slaps to his hard chest, laughing at your frustration. To prevent your further attacks, he grabbed onto your wrists, deciding to hold you against him as you let go of the panties and paid mind to him instead. Far too casually, he leaned down and trapped you in a soft kiss, humming against your lips as his hands wrapped around your waist and your own went to his shoulders. You damned him in your mind, chastising yourself for how easily it was for you to become entranced by his touch.

"You knew what was in there, didn't you? Hmm? Seductress," he joked against your lips, though the tone of his voice didn't make you laugh, especially not when it was said in an airy whisper between open mouthed kisses.

"Shut up," you grumbled, pulling him closer, unwilling to let the kiss end.

With masterful expertise, Jungkook managed to lay you down on the space of the bed empty of boxes, hands going under your shirt to trace the soft skin of your back. His lips trailed down to your neck and reaching down to the space of your chest not covered by your tank top, grumbling against your skin.

"You smell so nice," he sighed, "So fucking soft too," he continued, not shy in feeling your skin and even breathing you in.

Tuned with you, he disconnected from you to eye you for permission to remove your shirt, dragging it away from your body after a nod of confirmation from you and proceeding to remove his own. Your hands imitated his own, also feeling up his toned body as you continued to kiss. Now leaning atop you, he ground his crotch against your own, groaning into your lips at the basic pleasure he received from it.

"How far do you wanna go?", he murmured as he ground into you, "I'll do whatever you want. I owe you, remember?", he continued, referring to your encounter at the laundry room where he promised to fuck you properly next time.

"Do whatever you want," you replied, looping your lips again, "Just- fuck, do anything," you practically pleaded.

Chuckling, he nodded, opting to lay you down properly, moving aside any boxes that were in the way so you could lay all the way back while he trailed his way down your body, tugging down the tiny shorts you'd opted for a few hours earlier. You sighed at the realization of what was to come, ashamed to admit you'd been wondering how that piercing would feel between your legs.

"So soft here too," he mumbled, kissing up your thighs distractedly, making his way up to that area between your legs that was calling his name, "Fuck, 'n smell so good," his nose practically pressed up against the very thin layer of cloth separating him from your cunt, shamelessly breathing you in as he dragged his nose to press into your clit before pulling away.

A mute whine was pulled out of you, making your thighs attempt to close without much thought, only to make his arms wrap around your legs and pull them in opposite directions in order to separate them. He took a quick moment to pull your underwear down your legs, immediately going back to wrap around your legs to keep a wide enough space for him to enjoy you.

He began tentatively, almost as if testing out how he would go about having you. It only took some encouraging mewls from you for him to really put his heart into it, diving in as his tongue delved into your cunt, moaning against you. He hummed and groaned into your cunt, especially so whenever your hands would pull at his overgrown mullet, pulling him even closer to you. Taking advantage of his large nose, he nosed at your clit while his tongue played with your cunt. Your mewls and the scratching against his scalp should've been more than enough indicator that he had you at the palm of his hand.

"Baby," he moaned against you, refusing to create any distance between you, "you taste so good, fuck," he cried out, as if he were the receiver of the pleasure. But then again, maybe he was — or at least that's the gist you got from the commotion happening under you as the bed bumped with every movement of Jungkook's hips humping against it.

"K-kook, fuck, right the- oh, fuck ... right there!", you cried when his fingers joined in on the equation, tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you to perfection.

It was embarrassing how soon you felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't blame yourself, not when a 10 was on his knees, whimpering against your cunt and letting endless muffled praise leave his lips while his tongue refused to let out. You lost control of yourself at some point, unashamed in the way you pushed his face against you, closing your thighs around his head and ground into his face. This only caused a high pitched whine to leave Jungkook, following your silent instruction for more and giving in to you twice as hard.

"Cum, baby. Wanna taste, fuck, please," he pleaded, looking up at you for a quick moment, making your brain leave you entirely at the pretty eyes he was making up at you, practically begging for your orgasm to come.

If you were boneless and defeated before, you were more so now, losing yourself to your orgasm as the pretty boy continued to lick and suck at your release, humming as if he had just been provided the most satiating meal. The humping of his hips never stopped either, only accelerating upon your high and only halting when you'd gone down from it, insisting on pulling him up the bed to claim his lips, wanting to enjoy them while the arousal was still fresh on him.

"God, fuck, you're nasty," he chuckled breathlessly when your tongue quite literally attacked his mouth, insistent on tasting yourself on his lips. This was clearly not a complaint, but more like a happy realization, as Jungkook practically reached down your throat as he tongued at your mouth, providing you with your own taste and moaning endlessly as he did so.

"Did you cum?", you asked between kisses, eyebrows pinched with worry that you wouldn't get to play with him this time around either.

He chuckled, a bit embarrassed, "No, pretty. Almost, though. I can just finish myself off if you're tired or-"

"No!" you interrupted, not shy in reaching down to his still clothed cock, feeling the length through his clothed ad he shuddered, "Let me suck you off? Fair trade, right?", you suggested, wanting nothing more than that size inside you one way or another.

"Oh, you sure? I don't want to force you or anything-"

You interrupted again, gesturing at him to flip you over so he could be under you this time around, "No, Kook. Please? I really want it. Can I have it?", you decided to be a bit mean, playing up the begging under the assumption that a guy like Jungkook would probably enjoy it.

You were right.

"O-oh, okay, beautiful," he rasped, hands in a frenzy to undo his sweats so he could give you access to his dick, "Just, fuck, give me a second. I don't wanna cum right away," he blushed, giving you a sweet peck before leading you to your knees while he sat at the edge of the bed.

With an excited giggle, your hands joined his own to help him lower his pants and boxers just enough to give you access to his length — the same one that had dragged against you until completion just a few days prior. His groan at your touch was immediate, body physically shuddering when you wrapped your hand around it and eyed it with hunger. His hands laid on his thighs, fingers itching as he attempted to hold his reactions back.

"Can I?", you asked, leaning closer to it as your hand remained wrapped around it.

"Yes, just, fuck, don't laugh when I cum too soon," he warned with a whine.

Another giggle left you before finally lowering your head down to his own head, lips wrapping around it and suctioning meanly. With a hum, your tongue lightly licked at the tip, earning a mixture of a groan and a sigh from the man north of you. Your hand remained wrapped around his length, twisting while you tortured the tip with your mouth. To ensure you could really drive him crazy, your other hand joined in, playing at his balls and earning yet another sound of supplication from him.

"G-god, fuck, wait- Don't- Fuck, more, baby, please," he begged, hand shyly going to the back of your head to lightly encourage you to engulf him in your mouth.

"Want my mouth?", you asked as you let go of him, though still lightly licking at the sides of his dick, unwilling to stop teasing for as long as you could help it.

"C'mon, baby. I gave you my mouth, just- Oh, fuck, yes," he sighed when you decided to practically down the majority of his dick, enveloping as much as you could while using your hand to jerk off the small percentage of it that couldn't fit into your mouth.

You decided to show off as much as you could, taking him far enough to gag and pushing through it for as long as possible. The whines and whimpers coming from the man above you were more than enough reward for your efforts.

"F-fuck, you don't have to g-gag, baby, shit, don't force yourself," he panted out, barely able to get those words out without effort. This only encouraged you further, puffing out air from your nose in order to obtain as much oxygen as possible. You knew he wad almost at his end, so you used every asset available to you to break him. You took breaks to breathe every so often, but other than that, you were practically a machine attached to his cock.

"Okay, shit, fuck," he stammered out curses, "Gonna cum, pretty, w-where? In your mouth? Please? Fuck, let me cum in your mouth," he rambled while his hands made a mess of your hair as he attempted to keep it away from your face. His hips also began a slow and shy grind against your face — a barely visible movement but still completely present. It represented his lack of control as you blew his mind away, something which went straight to your core.

You nodded, humming against his dick knowing it'd cause a vibration that'd have him keening for his orgasm. And right you were, as his hands shamelessly pushed your head into his cock without a second thought, clearly too overcome with the pleasure of his orgasm to worry about gagging you with his cum. You, however, took it like a champ, reasoning that within some seconds you'd get to breathe properly again.

"G-god, baby, just like that ... C-cumming, shit" he cried, hips still pushing into your mouth. You wished you could see how his whiny demeanor manifested onto his face — those gorgeous features must've looked breathtaking when pleasure was all he felt.

Finally, you gasped out for air after having swallowed as much as you could manage, with some of it dripping past your lips. Jungkook let himself lay back on the bed to catch his breath while you remained on your knees catching yours.

This lasted very little when Jungkook suddenly decided to use his brute strength to drag you up on the bed, sitting your still wet middle on his flaccid self, pulling you in for yet another tongue-filled kiss. He hummed and moaned and whined as he licked every remnant of his essence from your mouth, causing a similar reaction from you.

After the fact, you shuffled yourself off him and made space on the bed to huddle up to his side, which he welcomed by cocooning you under his arm and pulling you flush against him. It was comfortable and silent for a few moments as you continued catching your breaths and letting the sweat on your bodies transpire — you also made a mental note to invite him to take a shower (with you, maybe).

"You moving in next door was not on my bingo card, but thank fucking god for that," he chuckled after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah? You didn't stalk your previous neighbors for a hookup?", you joked, receiving a devious squeeze of his strong arm in retaliation.

"Shut up," he tutted, "You like that I'm like a dog following you around."

Fair enough.

Silence then took over again, up until the two of you were rested enough and decided to get back to the task at hand — putting furniture together and unpacking anything that was left boxed (though you decided to leave any boxes that may contain panties away from his reach).

It was easy for you to fall into fun conversation with Jungkook, which only led to him staying over for far longer than anticipated, taking up your day and even ordering takeout for you to eat after getting all the grunt work out of the way. A shower was had, though you mutually agreed for no funny business (other than a good ten minutes of making out under the water, but that didn't count in your eyes). Since he lived right next door, he managed to extend his visit up until the last minute, entertaining you more than anything had in the past week of moving in.

One month into your new place and you decided the move was probably one of the best decisions you'd ever made. You'd come to find that Jungkook's old neighbor was not the only old lady living in the building, but that the neighborhood was mostly made up of old people (which, granted, Jungkook had warned you of in passing). That gave to a slightly boring home life, but you liked it better this way. Jungkook being your sole young neighbor was more than enough, specially with how often he went out of his way to seek you out.

After those first two hookups, no time for anything else was really had. This made you embarrassingly needy. The anticipation for finally having actual sex with Jungkook was too much too handle, specially when he'd still occasionally bump into you and catch you off guard with a kiss (which usually led to a make-out far too filthy for the public setting). You'd started your new job a week after moving and Jungkook was occupied by some reason or another, meaning that you'd only really see each other in passing. Although you'd text and keep up with each other, the frustration continued to build up.

The third time you were really able to get Jungkook alone was a little over a month after moving in.

You weren't particularly proud of how it is that you got him back in your apartment, but in your defense, you were ovulating that night and feeling particularly needy. Knowing that Jungkook was a bit of an unserious man, you knew that some pull from you and he'd put everything aside to come crawling. The thought itself made you feel powerful.

With a single 'accidental' text (maybe it was a lewd image, you'll never tell), you began to hear obnoxious knocking on your front door — within seconds of delivery, might you add. Excitedly, you walked over to the door, opening it to find a breathless Jungkook holding up his phone with your conversation pulled up, the incriminating picture taking up his screen.

"You're so mean to me," he managed to say before you pulled him in with a kiss, kicking the door behind you and turning around so he could press you up against the now closed door.

"Mean? I didn't do anything," you feigned between kisses, already lightheaded.

"I've been wanting to come over," he sighed into your lips, trailing down to your neck to catch his breath, "Just been so busy, fuck. If you wanted me so bad, you could've just come visit. I'd drop anything to have you," he continued, unable to unglue his lips from your skin. His hands mirrored his sentiment, grabbing at every curve with a desperation you hadn't seen from him before.

"I thought you were the one that was supposed to be chasing after me?", you joked with a breathless chuckle.

"Sometimes I need a little encouragement, baby. Need to know I'm not just bugging you," he replied as he undressed you almost as if it were second nature to him.

Walking you back into what he knew to be your room, he laid you down, now donning nothing but your panties. He soon after matched your nudity, stripping of his muscle tee and sweats, making his way on top of you as he'd done last time.

"Will you be mad if I fuck you?", he rasped, one hand at your boobs and another rubbing at your cunt through the thin layer covering it.

"You're an idiot," you deadpanned, "I'll be mad if you don't."

Needing no further confirmation, his hand slipped past your panties, rubbing circles on the puffiness of your clit while continuing to kiss you. This didn't last for long, simply being used as an aid to lubricate you with your own wetness as his fingers reached a little souther to smear your slick around while his thumb continued to play with the swollen bud.

Already unclothed, Jungkook took his hand away from you, resulting in a whine from your lips to his and moving his hand onto his own arousal. Jerking himself a few times, he stopped kissing you in favor of leaning back to look down at you while twisting his fist on his dick. After quickly fishing for a condom from his discarded pants, he went back to his previous position, rolling it in while you nagged at him to hurry.

Before actually entering you, of course he had to piss you off one last time by teasing your clit with the tip of his cock, groaning when he felt you flutter beneath him. One kick from you was enough for him to chuckle and finally enter you, groaning in unison with you at the feeling.

"Jesus Christ," you groaned when you felt him begin bottoming out, inch by inch filling you up enough to cause an unknown level of pleasurable pain. You hadn't stopped to think what that size would feel like inside you — or at least as much as he was able to get in.

Above you, Jungkook looked tortured, still and with a wincing look on his face as he waited for the green light to begin moving in and out of you. It took you a few moments longer, nimble fingers digging into the muscles of his arms before you finally nodded at him to move.

"Fuck," he groaned upon finally beginning to pick up a pace, biting his lip and his eyes almost rolled back.

"More," you urged, falling in love with the feeling of him immediately.

Your eyes were crossed, your fingers digging far too painfully into his skin, your legs wrapped around him like a vice, everything was far too intense far too quickly. He obeyed your plea immediately, making matters worse for you, having already been blowing your mind prior but now simply melting it.

"How do you feel this good?", he grunted. His arms reached your thighs, pulling you up a bit to hammer into you at a better angle, "Should've fucked you since that first day, shit. How'd I get such a pretty- fuck, such a pretty girl delivered right to my door?", he went on, sweat building on his skin.

The slapping of skin sped up with the proximity of Jungkook's orgasm, just as yours followed along. His hands were restless, attempting to hold you up while also thirsty to feel every possible inch of your body.

"Please tell me you're close, or else this is going to be really embarrassing for me," he muttered onto your skin.

With a chuckle, you confirmed your incoming high, whining when he finally let himself go and sped up in order to reach his own orgasm, now more relaxed knowing you were right with him.

He let out some uncharacteristically high moans as he filled up the condom, groaning and stilling once he was finally done. You joined him mere seconds later, arching your back and pressing your chest against his own as bliss encompassed you. Despite the sticky sweat covering you both, Jungkook let himself fall against you, pulling out and placing the condom aside momentarily so he could lay beside you while you caught your breath.

In the almost silent room, Jungkook nuzzled against you and kissed the sweaty skin he could reach, hands playing with your hair as he pressed you up against him.

"Would it be bad if I asked you out? Or should I have done that before seducing you in the laundry room?", he wondered out loud, leaving love bites on your neck.

You laughed at how random he could be, appreciating how he spoke his thoughts aloud most of the time, "You can ask me out, I won't bite. Unlike some people," you muttered the last part, giggling when he gave you a slightly harsher bite.

"You like it, don't lie," he muttered, suddenly getting up and dragging you with him despite your whine in negation, "C'mon, we're going to take a shower, have a quickie, and then I'm taking you out for some boba," he decided, using his inhuman strength to pull you up and drag you to your restroom.

"But-"

"C'mon, I've been wanting to ask you out since you moved in, I'm already late," he hushed you, carrying your basically limp body to the restroom with the promise of a fun night, something you did not have it in you (nor did you want to) deny.

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content: smut, afab reader, oral (f receiving), etc.

wc: 433 (teaser); 1619 (full drabble)

sneak peak:

"Are you ever going back to your apartment?", you murmured, though it was likely muffled by the large body wrapped around you.

"What, already tired of me?", asked Jungkook as he continued to nose at your skin, a habit you realized he had soon after making things official. He had a sensitive nose, he'd said once, always enjoying the cosmetic products that gave you that floral scent he adored.

After a month of officially dating, Jungkook had become the human manifestation of a leech. It was rare for him to leave tour side whenever you so happened to have free time and would take advantage of the proximity between your apartments.

Being frank, this was something you loved about him. Still in the honeymoon phase, there was nothing better than getting to see your boyfriend at any given time, especially when he was the one seeking you out. He made you feel wanted and like you were a necessity for him, almost as if he had an addiction to you.

That being said, the man just would not leave your apartment.

Now, this wasn't too much of a bother thus far. You liked it, in fact (at least for the most part). He was quite clean while also being laid back, which was a great combination to have in a person who was practically taking on the role of your roommate.

He did, however, prove to become a distraction when it came to your day to day life. You allowed yourself to indulge in his company too much, leading to a huge drop in your productivity.

But what could you do? He was addictive.

"You love having me around, don't lie to yourself," he continued, "What, tired of waking up to head?", he joked, hands making their way under your shirt to cheekily trace your skin.

"Waking up to head?," you asked incredulously, "You woke me up by tickling me, you menace."

He chuckled, adjusting himself on the bed so he could climb on top of you, knees settled on each side of you and hands slowly bringing your top up.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I've been a bad guest. Let me make it up to you?", he grinned, snaking his way down your body until his head was leveled with your stomach, kissing the skin he'd freed just moments prior.

"Better make it worth my while or else I'll start charging you rent for every hour you spend in here."

"I'll move in. Don't threaten me with a good time," he joked, knowing most of his time was spent here with you regardless.

...

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kim namjoon fanfics that has a special place in my heart! (part 1)

A collection of the best (and most well-written) fanfics I've had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for brightening my days and touching me with your words !

prohibido by @personasintro (brother’s best friend!namjoon x reader) completed

new parent syndrome by @1kook (husband!namjoon x reader) completed

how was your day by @kooksbunnnn (idol!namjoon x reader) completed

sprout by @kingofbodyrolls (neighbor!namjoon x reader) au completed

friend or fuck by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

stress relief finale by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi (namjoon x reader) completed

oh, honey! by @yoongiofmine (namjoon x reader)

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bookworms by @hoseoksluna (boyfriend!namjoon x reader) completed

subdued by @1kook (namjoon x reader) completed

time by @hoseoksluna (fiancé!namjoon x reader) completed

gang shit by @gimmethatagustd (dilf!namjoon x single parent! reader) completed

baby fever by @95rkives (bf!namjoon x reader) genre: established relationship completed

jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove (namjoon x reader) fwb! completed

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pitch fest | knj

At Pitch Fest, a high-stakes event for discovering the next big book, you find yourself reluctantly partnered with your charming yet infuriating business partner, Namjoon. As he flirts his way through the week, you struggle with your unresolved feelings from a past kiss. Amidst a whirlwind of playful bickering and simmering jealousy, Namjoon’s persistence and seductive charm ignite a passionate confrontation, leading to a revealing and intimate moment that forces you both to confront the true nature of your relationship.

✨ title: pitch fest (don’t push your luck drabble) ✨ pairing: knj x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, a lil angst (you know me) | co-workers, ex-college rivals, slight e2l ✨ word count: 1.2k | ✨ rating: R ✨ warnings: jealously, some begging, namjoon’s actually kinda sweet in this one, kissing, a smol erection ✨ a/n: just a little drabble for joonie’s birthday. i’m sorry it’s been so long since i’ve written anything. i’m honestly surprised i was able to even write anything. anywho, i hope you enjoy it. (oop--forgot to mention this is my don't push your luck couple!)

read > don't push your luck | read > under the mistletoe (drabble)

Pitch Fest is a yearly event where authors and agents speed date to try and find the best, up-and-coming books.

In previous years, you attended these events with your beloved ex-colleague, Raha, but this year, you’re stuck with your partner in crime, Namjoon. And as you expected, he turned on his charm, ready to sign any author that made a pass at him or slipped them their number. If you only had a dollar for every time that happened, then maybe you wouldn’t have to go into business with him.

You expected the door to slam shut after you, but it didn’t. Instead, a hand pounds against it, propping it open.

Namjoon calls out your name and like the stubborn person you are, you don’t answer. You’re ready for the week to be over so you can head back home and cuddle up with a fluffy blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.

Normally, you’d pack everything in your suitcase the morning of, but you need to keep yourself occupied or else you’ll throw a hair dryer at Namjoon’s head. You’re only keeping the essentials out to wash up tonight and tomorrow, along with your pajamas and set of new clothes.

There’s a felt presence behind you as you’re pulling shirts and dresses off their hangers.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, grasping your arm, but you knock into him on your way to the bathroom.

You can hear a small sigh coming from him as you walk away. You’re ridiculous—you know you are. The two of you have never defined anything regarding your relationship, so flirting with other people shouldn’t have you riled up. He’s free to do whatever or whoever he wants. You just hate that he kissed you during Christmas and nothing has come of it since then.

Of course, there’s the constant quips and butting of heads, but that’s nothing new with the pair of you. That’s how it’s always been.

Namjoon leans against the door frame, watching you grab your makeup, and stuff it in your bag. “Can you talk to me? Please?”

You catch his gaze in the mirror, ignoring his question again.

A beat passes and he isn’t ready to give up. He stands beside you, urging you to stop what you’re doing.

“I can’t read your mind. Did I do something wrong?” His eyes are desperately searching for any kind of reaction.

You suck in your lips, turning to him with a fake smile. “Nope. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just being you.” There’s a twinge of displeasure when you deliver that last line.

He pulls back, stunned by your hostility. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You shrug. “You’re practically flirting and throwing yourself at women this entire week.”

Namjoon scoffs. “That’s what you’re mad about? It’s our job to get the best authors. What do you think I’m doing?”

“You were totally flirting with that one author,” you mumble, shaking your head as you continue stuffing your bag. The author with the low-cut top and mini skirt who was trying to sell her book about her dog's diary.

His mouth hangs before replying, “I was not!” He reassures you.

You whip around. “Yeah huh!” You cringe when you realize you sound like a child, and you hate that Namjoon can do this to you. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to push your buttons, but he’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a bug you can’t squash, a—you get the picture. He’s a pain in the ass.

He crosses his arms and cocks his head. “And if I was? Are you jealous or something?”

Your eyes go bug-eyed. “Me? Jealous?  Pfft–you couldn't be more wrong.”

You whiz past him again, but he grasps your hand, pulling you and backing you up against the counter. Your eyes dart to his and you're praying he can't see the visible gulp you just swallowed.

“What?” you seethe through your teeth.

Namjoon's smirk makes you want to wipe it off his face. “You're cute when you're jealous. Should've done more of it so I could see you like this.”

If only your eyes could burn straight through that big head of his.

“Don't call me cute,” you huff, looking down at the ground.

His expression softens, and he raises your chin. He softly looks into your eyes, and you follow him as he glances at your lips, then back up. Namjoon's thumb strokes your cheek, making your heart flutter and your stomach somersault. Your chest rises and falls, breaths slowing down as you scan his face and your eyes land on the delicate beauty mark just below his lower lip.

“Cute.”

Your jaw tightens when he says it again. “I hate you.”

Those three words come out of your mouth but you don’t really mean it—well, maybe like 90% of it. He has some redeeming qualities.

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s fingers trace your jaw, then your neck. “What do you hate? Gotta be specific.”

“I hate….your lips,” you say breathlessly when he touches your collarbone.

“What else?” He growls, moving closer to you, his forehead now resting against yours.

“Your voice.”

Namjoon pulls back with a low chuckle and hums.

“Hate how it does something to me, especially during work meetings, when you pull me close and whisper in my ear,” you admit. His voice goes deep and rumbles, sending shivers throughout your body. Every. Single. Time.

He leans in close, right next to your ear. His breath warms up your skin, making your hair stand on its end.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hands are splayed across his taut chest, toying with the button on his dress shirt. “You're gonna have to work a lot harder for a kiss.”

“You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?”

“As you should.” It’s only fair, you think.

“Please…” Namjoon whispers, lips ghosting over yours, his thigh now slotted between your legs. “Can I kiss you?”

“Wouldn't you rather kiss Miss-Mini-Skirt?” you quip, knowing full well he doesn’t—evident of his arousal.

Namjoon shakes his head. “She's not the one slotted between my thighs, now is she?”

“Hmm, I suppose you have a point.”

“So, please…let me kiss you.”

“Or what?”

He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “Or else I'm gonna go insane like I've been all week, sleeping in the same room with you, being so close but can't touch you.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you play with the ends of his hair, twirling it around your fingers. You pull back, eyes wandering to his, then to his lips—they’re full and plump, ready to be ravished. Not gonna lie, you’ve been dreaming about them for months on end.

”Well, are you gonna stand there or kiss me?”

A smile sweeps across Namjoon’s face before he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. It’s soft, even hesitant for a few moments until you pull him closer. His hands are on your waist, then traces along your thighs, hooking his hands around them, lifting you onto the frosty marble countertop.

He breaks the kiss, but his lips are attached to yours again within seconds.

“Joon?” You say breathlessly with half-lidded eyes.

”Yeah?” He’s restless, wanting more kisses from you. Namjoon catches your bottom lip, nibbling, making his way across to the other side.

“I still hate your lips because they're so plush and soft.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Good. Come hate my lips some more.”

──I'll set you free, can't tell me nothin', I'm so far

Namjoon moodboard !!

I just wanted to live a comfortable, domestic life with him, you know... nothing more than that.

Husband!joon is one of my favorite genres. 🙌🙌

definitely gonna add this baby on my list 🫦🫦

Two Years

↬ pairing: husband!Namjoon x wife!Reader

↬ genre: fluff, expecting parents au, parents au

↬ summary: After two years of trying to conceive, Y/n is elated to find out she and her husband Namjoon are going to be parents

↬ wc: 11.4k

↬ warnings: mention of weight/weight gain, periods, ttc, pregnancy, ultrasounds, pregnancy, minor mention of possible miscarriage, anxious parents-to-be, IV mention, hospital mention, breastfeeding

↬ date: December 15, 2018

Pacing back and forth on the small bathroom floor, ___ waited the agonizing three minutes to pass so she could look at the pregnancy test she had just taken that now sat on the bathroom counter. She bit her lip as she ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the ends of it. Namjoon would be home any minute, and she wanted the results before he came barreling through the door and caught her.

She had stopped taking pregnancy tests when Namjoon was home; hated the look of disappointment and sadness that would appear on his face whenever the test result was negative. She had taken so many without his knowledge and she just wanted to protect him from the negative result. Every negative test made her heartache. She shook her head to clear those thoughts out of her head.

She didn’t know what to expect from this test. She hadn’t been showing any symptoms other than a period that was nine days late, but she had periods more than a week late and still got a negative test result or her period later on. A heavy sigh left her lips as she saw there was only one minute left before she could look, though her hopes were extremely low.

___ wanted nothing more than to surprise Namjoon for their second marriage anniversary today. She had dinner in the oven and her present for her husband, but she hoped she could give him what they both wanted; a family.

She bit the nail of her thumb as she counted down the last five seconds on her phone. She took a deep breath that got caught in her throat when she reached to grab the test, only to knock it down on the floor. Quickly, she bent to pick it up and had to clutch onto the bathroom counter to not fall when she read the word ‘positive’.

She sat down on the closed lid of the toilet as she placed her hand over her mouth, only to let out a body-shaking sob. Happy tears flowed freely from her eyes. She couldn’t believe it! She grabbed the second test from the counter and read the word ‘positive’ again. Holding both tests in her hands, a smile broke through her tears. Her hand instantly went to her stomach as her smile grew larger.

Walking out of the bathroom with her tests, she went to the bedroom she shared with her husband and took out a slender, green gift box with a gold bow. She opened it and placed her tests inside just as she heard her husband open the front door and call out for her.

“I’m in the room! Don’t come in! I’m wrapping your present!” She called back and Namjoon halted in the hallway. He had already smelt the delicious dinner his wife had made for tonight, and he was just eager to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. He had missed her all day while he was at work and now he couldn’t wait to kiss her and give his present to her.

In the bedroom, ___ was wiping away her tears with the tissues she kept on the nightstand. She checked her appearance in the mirror on the wall and rubbed off the mascara that had run. She tried to make her eyes less puffy, but she knew Namjoon would be able to tell she had been crying, regardless. _____ threw the tissue in the bin and reapplied her red lipstick, adjusting her dress afterward. She walked over to her king-sized bed and grabbed both gift boxes off the mattress and walked out into the hallway, where her handsome husband was leaning against the wall, smiling at her.

“Baby,” Namjoon smiled as she walked up to him. He looked her up and down, appreciating the way her red body-con dress hugged every curve of her body, her heels clicking on the tile. “You look amazing,” he breathes, taking her in fully.

Thanking him, she kisses his cheek, and he notices her puffy eyes. “Were you crying?” he asks, his thumb grazing her cheek softly.

“It’s because of the present I’m giving you,” ___ replies. Namjoon smiles at his wife, taking her hand in his and raising it to his lips, pressing them to her hand then leading her to the dining table. He pulls out a chair for her and she sits down before he pushes it in.

“I know we should have dinner first, but seeing you like this makes me wonder just what the present can be,” he says, a wishful twinkle in his eye.

“I’m too excited to wait, so just this once we can do presents before dinner,” she obliges as she hands over the green box with the gold bow. Namjoon places a quick kiss on her forehead, taking the box and sitting in the chair next to hers. His fingers tremble slightly in eagerness as he lifts the lid of the slender box, her breath catching in her throat once again as she watches her husband set the lid down and gasp.

“___, is this real?” Namjoon asks, shocked. His eyes leaving the positive tests to look at his wife’s smiling face, new tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh, baby!” he shouts, tears now spilling free from his eyes as he stands, setting the box on the oak table gently and pulling his wife to her feet to embrace her. His chest filled with elation, a smile breaking free as happy tears continue to fall from both of their eyes. Namjoon pulls his wife closer, a hand placed on her stomach gently as he kisses the top of her head and then her lips.

“A baby,” Namjoon whispers into his wife’s hair, the smile on his face starting to hurt his cheeks, but he couldn’t care less. After two years of trying, his wife was finally pregnant with their first child.

“We’re having a baby, ___!” Namjoon cheered and lifted her to spin her around, her giggles filling the air before tapping Namjoon. “The baby, Joon,” she reminds him. He apologizes and sets her back down.

“I’m just so excited, ___! We need to call the doctor and set up appointments. Do you need more prenatal vitamins? Should we start working on the nursery? Should we call our parents? Or should I call the guys? What should our theme be for the baby shower?” Namjoon asked, his eyes glowing as he sat you down on a chair.

“Easy, easy.” His wife laughed at his excitement, gently caressing his hands.

“I’ll call the doctor in the morning to set up an appointment so they can confirm the pregnancy and we can go from there. Let’s wait to tell our parents until the doctor confirms. We can worry about the rest once the doctor confirms our pregnancy,” ___ states and pulls Namjoon into a kiss that he gladly returns.

“I love you so much,” he whispers and kisses her temple softly.

The next morning, the sound of the alarm wakes Namjoon and ___. Groaning, she rubs her eyes before she sits up, looking at the time on the alarm clock. 7:45 a.m.

“Why so early?” She asks Namjoon, who smiles and gets out of bed to get ready for work. “Your doctor’s office opens in fifteen minutes. I wanted to make sure we could get an appointment before I head off to work,” Namjoon explains as he changes out of his sleeping clothes into his slacks and a button-down shirt.

___ reached for the crackers Namjoon had placed on her nightstand the night before and began munching on one as her first bout of nausea hit her. “I don’t know if I should thank you for preparing the crackers for me or be mad at you for jinxing me. I have had no nausea until today, Namjoon,” she sighs heavily and grabs her phone to see she still has a few more minutes until the office opens.

She pulls the covers off of her body and walks over to the mirror, feeling her husband’s eyes on her the entire time. She lifts her shirt and turns to the side, studying her stomach only to realize it still looks the same as yesterday before she took the tests. “It’s only been fourteen hours since you found out, babe. It’s not gonna show just yet,” Namjoon teases, his arms wrapping around his wife, his hands placed gently on her lower tummy.

“I know. I’m just nervous and excited. I can’t wait for the doctor to confirm.” She muses and Namjoon leans down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder and then her neck. Her natural scent filling his nose as he sighs contently.

“I’ve never been happier, ___. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” Namjoon whispers, his kisses trailing from her neck to her shoulder.

She turns around, kissing his lips softly, her fingers in his hair. Namjoon moans softly before pulling away and looking at the clock on the wall. “Time to call babe.”

___ grabs her phone off the nightstand and unlocks it, scrolling through her contacts to find the name of her doctor. Once she found Dr. Garcia on her phone, she hit call and waited for someone to answer. On the third ring, the medical assistant answered, and she greeted her happily.

“Good morning. This is ___ Kim. I was calling to make an appointment with Dr. Garcia to confirm my pregnancy.” Namjoon hears ___ on the phone and smiles widely, dimples on display.

“We can get you in on Tuesday, next week,” the medical assistant replies after typing on her computer for a few seconds.

“What time would you like? I have 10:00 a.m and 2:30 p.m. available,” she states and ___ quickly looks up at Namjoon, who motions for 10 a.m. on his fingers.

“10:00 a.m. is fine, thank you,” she states, and the medical assistant books her appointment and says her goodbyes.

“We’re all set!” She relays to Namjoon, pulling him into a hug.

“I can tell the guys I’m going to have to be late for practice, but I’m sure they’ll understand. What are you going to do today while I’m working?” Namjoon asks as he takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen to start breakfast.

“I need to work on my novel and then clean up the house a little,” she replies, sitting on a barstool watching as her husband takes eggs out of the refrigerator and starts cooking for them both.

“How’s it going so far?” Namjoon asks, cracking the eggs and frying them on the pan he had placed on the hot stove.

“I need to have three chapters by the end of the month so that Ashley can read it before finalizing it,” His wife explains, and he nods, as he places two slices of bread in the toaster and the eggs on a plate.

“Do you want orange juice or apple? Have you taken your vitamin?” Namjoon asks, his wife shaking her head as she walks to the cabinet to get her vitamins.

“I can’t wait till Tuesday,” Namjoon hums and watches his wife take her vitamin.

Tuesday morning’s filled with excitement and nerves for both Namjoon and his wife. They’re both up early getting dressed, Namjoon reminding his friends he won’t make it to dance practice and he’ll explain why after the appointment.

“It’s going to be okay, ____. I promise,” Namjoon tries to reassure his nervous wife as they check in to the doctor’s office and sit in the hard green, plastic chairs in the freezing waiting room. They’ve arrived fifteen minutes early, and the wait is making his wife more nervous and more nauseous.

“What if the tests were wrong, Namjoon?” She asks, wringing her hands in her lap, then wiping the bead of sweat that had formed on her forehead.

“Have you gotten your period?” Namjoon asks, and his wife shakes her head.

“Then there’s still a chance, love. We’ll know soon enough,” he reassures her, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. He’s trying to control his shaking leg to put on a strong, confident front for his wife, not wanting to show his worry. He takes in a deep breath and hopes the doctor will hurry.

Twenty minutes later, the couple sees the door leading to the examination rooms open, and a nurse calls, “Mr. and Mrs. Kim, please come in.”

Namjoon grabs a hold of his wife’s hand and she squeezes it as he leads her through the door.

“Such a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Kim. If you’d please step on the scale so we can get your height and weight,” the nurse instructs and she does as she’s told, handing her purse to her husband as she steps on the scale and the nurse records her results.

“If you’ll follow me to room two, a nurse shall be here in a few moments,” the nurse says, and gathers the charts to lead Mr. and Mrs. Kim to room number two. The nurse leaves once she places the charts on the basket on the door and shuts it after her.

___ is staring at the health posters on the wall, while Namjoon sits in a chair and stares at the door waiting for the next nurse to appear. A rather soft knock’s heard shortly and a voice calls, “Mrs. Kim, may I come in?”

“Yes,” comes the reply the nurse hears, and the door opens and shuts as the nurse comes in and takes a seat on the rolling chair.

“Reason for your visit, Mrs. Kim?” The nurse asks after she introduces herself as nurse Linda.

“I took two pregnancy tests last week and we want to confirm,” ___ replies. Namjoon nods in agreement.

“Any other symptoms you have had? Missed period? Nausea? Tenderness of the breasts? Fatigue? Headaches? Bleeding?” Linda asks, going down the list in the chart she’s looking at and ____ lists the symptoms she’s experienced so far.

“Great! We’ll get you in the bathroom down the hall and we can go from there,” Linda states and motions for Mrs. Kim to follow her, leaving Namjoon waiting in the room.

A few minutes later, she returns to the room telling her husband that it could take a few minutes for the urine exam to be done and then they would have the option of a blood test if it did not confirm the results of their desire.

Nurse Linda comes into the room, a bright smile on her face. “Congratulations! Your results are positive! You’re pregnant!” She exclaims. Namjoon is the first to react, pulling his wife into a tight hug.

“The doctor will meet you in just a few moments to tell you how to set up your next appointment and the process from here on out. It was so good seeing both of you and congratulations once again,” Nurse Linda states, shaking their hand and leaving the room.

The Kims wait for the doctor and talk to her for a few minutes before setting up their appointment for their eight-week ultrasound.

Namjoon takes his wife back home, kissing her lips as soon as they make it through the door. “Namjoon,” she breathes, and his lips are on hers again, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

“I love you so much, ___. We did it! We actually did it!” he shouts, his dimpled smile on display, his lips planting a quick kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Do you want me to make you something for lunch before I head to dance practice? I’m working from home after, but you, me, and the baby can get dinner,” he suggests and ___ nods, telling him to get to practice and she’ll take care of lunch for herself and their unborn child. With a quick peck, Namjoon is out the door with his workout bag and keys in hand, calling out a ‘love you’ as the door shuts behind him.

“Welcome back, Mrs. Kim,” ___’s welcomed as she walks through the door of her doctor’s office, Namjoon’s hand in hers.

“Thank you,” she replies as she stands on the scale for the nurse to record her weight. Namjoon and his wife follow the nurse to the examination room to wait for the doctor.

“If you could change into this please,” the nurse hands ___ a paper gown and exits the room. Namjoon helps his wife change out of her clothes and into the gown, setting her clothes on the table next to him on top of the outdated magazines. He then helps ___ onto the examination table and holds her hand until the doctor walks in and greets them.

“Hello, ___ and Namjoon! It’s so good to see you, especially under these conditions!” she exclaims and shakes the couple’s hands before taking a seat and going through the charts, asking questions, and jotting down the answers clearly so that they can get stored digitally for future reference.

“We’re going to do an ultrasound to determine your due date and we’ll be able to print some images for you as well. If you’ll give us a few minutes to get the equipment ready, we’ll be back soon,” Dr. Garcia states, and thanks to them as she walks out of the room to track down an ultrasound technician.

It isn’t long before the equipment is ready and Namjoon is standing next to his wife, who’s clutching his hand tightly, nervously waiting to see her baby.

Minutes later, Namjoon and his wife able to see their baby on the screen for the first time.

“It looks like a little bean!” ___ exclaimed, tears running down her face as she stared in awe at her child on the screen. Namjoon squeezed her hand in both of his and brought them to his lips, planting a warm kiss on them. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, excitement and love bubbling in his stomach, filling his chest with pure elation. He wasn’t sure this moment would ever happen after trying for years, and he thanked everything in the universe for finally letting him experience this moment for the first time with the love of his life.

“Our baby,” he whispered, kissing his wife’s forehead and looking back at the screen. The technician smiled at the happy couple, then hit a button on the screen. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, and the couple cried even more. Looking at each other with tear-stained faces and kissing, expressing all their emotions with that one kiss.

The technician gave them some time to themselves and began printing their images, allowing the doctor to fill them in on all their findings.

The couple paid close attention to what the doctor said, and they’re disappointed in knowing their next ultrasound wouldn’t be until ____ reached eighteen weeks, which seemed so far away now that she was eight weeks and two days.

The happy couple left the doctor’s office, elated to have proof of their child in their hands. They got into their car and drove home, where they had gathered their friends and family to announce their pregnancy.

They gathered all their family and friends in their home and greeted them happily once they walked through the door. Although the couple had kept their conceiving a secret, both had continuously gotten asked when they would start a family. The questions only became more frequent when they got married. Now that it had been two years of marriage and still no baby, the questions came up in almost every conversation. Annoying as it may have been, it also made ____ uncomfortable because they had been trying to conceive for two years and it had made her anxious and disappointed with every negative test she had taken over the course of those twenty-four months. Nobody knew of their struggle and ___ made it a point to not ask anybody when or if they wanted kids. It was rude and just not anyone’s business but their own.

“We asked you all to come here because we have an announcement we would like to share with our dear family and friends,” Namjoon began, looking around the room and seeing his parents smiling. His dad sent him a wink.

Namjoon chuckled and held his wife’s hand, raising the ultrasound picture in the air.

“____ is pregnant!” Namjoon announced, and the house filled with cheers and clapping. Family and friends rushed to hug and congratulate the happy couple and wish them nothing but health and happiness in the new chapter of their lives.

“Way to go, man! I’m glad it finally happened!” Jimin congratulated Namjoon, who had an enormous smile on his face. He pulled Jimin into a hug as the rest of his brothers came over to hug him as well. Namjoon looked across the room at his wife, who was radiating happiness as her family hugged and kissed her.

Everything was perfect.

“Namjoon! Namjoon! Wake up!” he heard his wife’s piercing voice rouse him from his slumber, the urgency in her voice causing his eyes to pop open and sit up.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you hurt? Is something wrong with the baby? ___ answer me, please!” he cried as he looked at his wife standing across the room.

“Come here!” she urged, and Namjoon hopped off the bed, tripping on the blanket that had tangled around his feet before he ran over to his wife to inspect her and make sure there was no blood on the floor or her legs.

“No, we’re fine! Look at my tummy! I’m finally showing, Namjoon!” ___ blurts out, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

Namjoon looks at his wife’s stomach, seeing the tiny bump that had appeared almost overnight. His dimples became very prominent on his face as he smiled, placing his hand on his wife’s stomach to rub it tenderly. He got down to his knees and pulled her closer to him by the back of her thighs, ___ still looking at her bump in the mirror.

“I love you, little Joonie,” Namjoon whispered to his baby in his wife’s belly, placing soft kisses on her skin. ___ looked down at her husband, smiling warmly at him. She felt so loved and joyful. She felt overwhelmed by the amount of love she already felt for her unborn child. _____ wiped away her tears, reminding her husband of their upcoming appointment with the doctor the following week. They would—hopefully—see if their baby was a boy or a girl.

The days passed quickly and before they knew it; they were sitting in the examination room once again, with the doctor fiddling with the ultrasound machine.

“Would you like to know your baby’s sex?” Dr. Garcia asked, looking at the screen to confirm and then at the happy couple sitting a few feet from her. She watched them look at each other and nod before answering yes.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Kim! You’re having a girl!” Dr. Garcia announced, and the couple embraced each other in a hug and a quick peck on the lips. With their ultrasound images and their knowledge of their baby’s sex, the couple left the office happily holding hands, eager to call their family and friends to share the news.

“We can work on the nursery and call our families while we work on setting up the dresser and doing laundry,” ___ suggests and Namjoon shakes his head. “We need to paint the room first before we put anything in. I know you’re wanting to get started, but why don’t we head to the store to get some clothes and paint for her nursery,” Namjoon suggests instead and his wife smiles, kissing his lips softly before urging him to get in the car so they can get started on shopping.

At the store, Namjoon pushes the shopping cart towards the aisles of baby items, allowing ____ to pick out anything she wants while he stays nearby looking for outfits for his daughter. He picks out a lilac dress and shows it to his wife. “Like it?”

“Do you think we should do the nursery lilac?” she asks, placing the dress in the cart and looking at Namjoon, who smiles and agrees. The couple continues shopping before they head over to the paint department to look at the various shades of purple they can choose from.

Before long, the couple chooses the perfect shade for their daughter and Namjoon sends a message to his brothers asking if any of them would give up a Saturday to paint his daughter’s nursery.

“It’s a girl!” messages fill his screen, and he chuckles as he shows his wife. She smiles and hands over the ultrasound image to Namjoon so he can send a picture to his brothers. They all agree to show up on Saturday to paint the nursery, putting ___ at ease.

Hours later, Namjoon was pulling his wife onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You need to rest, ___. You’ve been on your feet for hours. Let me finish the laundry and you can prop your feet up and pick a movie for us to watch.”

“But I need to fold it and hang up some of it on those teeny, little hangers we bought!” she whines and Namjoon shakes his head, smiling. “I can do it, babe. She’s my baby too and I’m going to put away her clothes and you are gonna stay on this couch and rest,” Namjoon demands, and his wife nods, placing her feet on the couch and laying on her side.

“Don’t take too long,” she pleads, and Namjoon kisses her cheeks before standing up and going to finish the laundry.

It’s not long before Namjoon finishes his baby girl’s laundry and joins his wife on the couch. She beams at her husband when he kneels in front of her, his large hands placed on her baby bump, rubbing soothing circles on her skin. “You look so beautiful and radiant, babe. I love you so much,” Namjoon whispers, his eyes meeting hers as a pink tint covers her cheeks. Namjoon smirks, loving the way his words have made his dear wife smile.

His attention’s drawn back to her middle, where his child is currently growing inside the love of his life. He scoots closer, his knees meeting the couch as he gently traces a line down his wife’s round abdomen. “I love you, little Joonie. Your momma and I can’t wait to meet you, hold you, and love you so much. You’re going to grow up big and strong, as pretty as your momma, but hopefully with my ability to sing instead of your mother’s.”

“Joon!” ___ exclaims, a giggle slipping from her lips as her angry facade falls apart. Namjoon looks up at his wife and smiles innocently, his attention back on his child after he winks at his wife. His hand is rubbing circles into his wife’s skin. He softly hums his favorite song to his child, not noticing his wife has teared up.

She’s so overwhelmed with emotions, from happiness to sadness. She’s ecstatic to see Namjoon interacting with their unborn child, but can’t help the tug at her chest at the fact that it had taken two years to give him the opportunity. They had begun to consider a specialist; they were eager to start a family and weren’t sure why it wasn’t happening. They knew people could struggle for years trying to conceive, and that dimmed her hopes more. Now here she was, finally pregnant and watching her husband dote on her child. She couldn’t wait to see Namjoon holding their daughter in his arms, rocking her to sleep, and kissing her tiny little hands and feet.

“Baby? Why are you crying?” Namjoon’s voice brought her out of her reverie. She let out a choked laugh, wiping her tears and shaking her head from side to side. “I’m just so happy!”

Namjoon stroked his wife’s hands, smiling at her as he brought it to his lips and kissed it softly.

Saturday rolled around quicker than expected, and ___ had woken up by the doorbell and Namjoon’s voice hissing, “I told you to call when you were here, not ring the doorbell.”

___ heard footsteps pass by her closed bedroom door as she got out of bed and walked out of her room to see who upset her husband. Her feet led her down the hall to the room Namjoon and she had chosen for the nursery. She took a peek inside and saw Namjoon’s six brothers apologizing and looking around the empty room—the supplies and paint sitting in a corner.

Namjoon turned to face his wife, a sheepish smile on his face as his brothers apologized for waking her. She waved her hand in dismissal, thanking them for giving up their Saturday to paint their niece’s room.

“We’ve got this, babe. Why don’t you call your sister and head on out? I don’t want you breathing in these fumes or upsetting your stomach. The morning sickness finally tapered off,” Namjoon states. ____ nods in agreement, looking at the three white walls and the nook with the window that held the view of the backyard and the forest just behind their picket white fence. They had chosen this room for their daughter because when she was older, she could sit and look out into the forest or watch the thunderstorms in her cozy room.

With a kiss goodbye to Namjoon and a wave to his brothers, ___ was off with her sister to make plans for her baby shower in two months.

___ returned home that evening, shopping bags in hand. As soon as she crossed the threshold, seven good-looking men were taking them out of her hands, scolding her for over-exerting herself. She laughed, rolling her eyes, and walked towards her husband. “You’ve got them acting like you now.” Namjoon’s face burned red, earning a laugh from his brothers as they took the bags to the couple’s bedroom.

“Were you able to get much done?” ___ asked, knowing the seven men often got distracted by one another goofing around.

“We finished actually,” Namjoon surprised his wife, earning a bright grin.

“Really?”

“Yes. We have to re-coat it tomorrow, but I can do that on my own,” Namjoon explained, and she nodded, his brothers coming back into the living room.

“Like hell, you will,” Hoseok stated and Namjoon rolled his eyes, sighing.

“You don’t have to give up your entire weekend, guys.”

“She is our niece, and we will be here tomorrow to help. We’re not discussing this further, right guys?” Hoseok asked, the rest of the brothers nodding in agreement. ____ had tears in her eyes. She was so fortunate her daughter would be born into a family with so much love. She felt the hot tears roll down her face and Namjoon’s brothers froze, Jimin coming over to wrap his arms around her and rubbing her back to soothe her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands moving in circles as Namjoon walked over and kissed her head.

“I’m just so happy,” ___ cried, laughing and wiping her tears with her hands. Jungkook handed her a tissue, and she thanked him.

“There’s no need to cry, ____. We’ve got food coming, and you can pick what movie we watch,” Jin stated as he walked over to her and moved Jimin out of his way so he could hug her and lead her to the couch.

The rest of the men joined in after and the food arrived shortly. They spent the rest of the night eating takeout and watching the Rush Hour movies.

“Namjoon!” came the cry months later, a startled Namjoon getting tangled in the sheets as he jumped out of bed to find his wife in their master bedroom, crying. He walked over and knelt in front of her as she tugged at fabric in her hands.

“It doesn’t fit!” she whined, pulling at the fabric, trying to stretch it further. Namjoon chuckled at his wife’s antics and kissed her lips softly.

“What am I going to do? Jungkook will be here in an hour and I have nothing to wear now! The maternity photoshoot’s ruined, Joon!” his wife cried. Namjoon shook his head, standing to walk to their shared closet. His eyes scanned the floor, and he found the blue bag with the silver script he had bought last week when he had gone out shopping with Hoseok and Taehyung.

“I got you this as a backup,” Namjoon explained, handing the blue bag to his seven-month pregnant wife, who was still sat on the closed toilet lid, crying.

He watched as she opened the bag, moving the gift tissue out of the way to reveal a lilac maternity dress. It was sheer enough to show off her bump, a slit in the middle to show off her bump and velcro to close it if she didn’t want to show too much. It was long, made of organza material. Under the dress lay a lilac headband with flowers, a pair of silver sandals, and an anklet with a tiny heart dangling from it.

“This is perfect! You’re the best husband in the entire world!” His wife cheered while he beamed proudly, kissing her lips, his hand stroking her cheek delicately.

“Get ready. I’ll make my girls something to eat,” he said, leaving his wife to get dressed as he headed for the kitchen.

His hands moved quickly as he prepared a simple dinner of macaroni and cheese, which is all his wife and daughter had been craving the past few days. A soft knock had him setting down the plate in his hand as he walked to the door, looking in the peephole to see a black bucket hat and a bright smile on the other side.

“Jungkook! Come in, man!” Namjoon greeted his youngest brother. Jungkook walked in, a camera around his neck and a large black bag in one of his hands.

“Taehyung will join us shortly, he’s going to help,” Jungkook explained, setting his bag down in the dining area.

“____ is getting ready and I need her to eat before we’re on our way,” Namjoon replied. Jungkook nodded.

“We have plenty of time until sunset. We can do a few shots before it sets and the rest during. I want to get her most wanted poses during the sunset,” Jungkook said and Namjoon nodded in agreement.

Minutes later, ___ walked into the dining area to greet Jungkook and eat her dinner. She went back to her bathroom to brush her teeth and grab her bag before joining the men at the front door.

Jungkook drove to the location they had agreed on, and they saw Taehyung waving at them, a smile on his face.

“Hi guys!” he greeted the group and gave ___ a cautious hug, which caused her to chuckle.

“Let’s get you guys started by standing there with those flowers behind you,” Jungkook instructed the couple.

Taehyung watched from the side as he saw Jungkook instructing the couple on poses and talking about the lighting and how the sunset would cast shadows.

The couple posed together for several pictures before it was time for ___ to be by herself. She bit her lip in anxiousness, wondering if the men cared to see so much of her skin. Of course, they had all seen her in a bathing suit, but this time it was her seven-month baby bump and some of her underwear.

“I’m a professional, _____. There’s nothing I’ve not shot before!” Jungkook called, noticing the way his sister-in-law was fidgeting with her lilac dress. He worried that if she didn’t have the confidence she needed, the sun would be long gone, and they’d have to reschedule.

Namjoon walked over to his wife, his hands placed on her face, her eyes meeting his. He kissed her lips gently, allowing her to stop him. She didn’t. She allowed him to kiss her until he pulled away to breathe in deeply.

“Babe, you look absolutely gorgeous. You’re glowing! You’re growing our child and you look amazing doing it! I know how badly you wanted these shots, and Jungkook is ready to do them, love. It’s only for a short while. He and Taehyung are professionals. Hell, Jungkook’s done boudoir shoots; seeing his niece in your tummy will not affect him any. We all love you. I promise you look breathtakingly beautiful. I wouldn’t lie to you,” Namjoon states, his hand on his wife’s stomach, waiting for her to open her dress.

She hesitates, Namjoon noticing right away. He drops to his knees in front of her, his lips kissing her stomach through the sheer fabric. She looks down at her husband, a small smile appearing on her face, unaware that her brothers-in-law capture the sweet moment.

Seeing Namjoon being so loving gives her the courage to open her dress, allowing Namjoon’s lips to kiss her baby bump. Jungkook is snapping away, instructing Taehyung to walk behind ___ to pull on the tail of her dress so it’ll look like it’s flowing behind her as he snaps some more shots.

After Taehyung does as he’s told, he waits for Jungkook’s next instructions as his youngest brother takes shots of ____ by herself. Jungkook walks over to his sister-in-law, having her raise the heel of her foot, her leg bent slightly, both hands on her stomach, her head tilted back slightly and her eyes closed. He takes the shot, then has her move her head down, before snapping the next shot and moving her to the next position. He’s trying not to make the mother of his niece too uncomfortable by moving her into the right positions and making sure he gets every shot as the sun nearly disappears.

“One more and we’ll call it a day!” Jungkook exclaims, the last sliver of sunlight about to slip away. Namjoon joins his wife, his hands forming a heart on her belly, her hands holding little lilac booties. Jungkook snaps the last shot and gives them a thumbs up. ____ closes her dress, and Namjoon places a kiss on the top of her head as they walk to join his brothers.

“That was a great shoot!” Taehyung praises, causing Jungkook to beam.

“I’ll get you guys home and then I’ll start working on these,” Jungkook states, waving at Taehyung as he gets in his car.

It’s not long until the couple is back home, Namjoon rubbing his wife’s belly, planting soft kisses on her skin. He’s absolutely in love with the way her body has grown to accommodate his child, how beautiful she looks, and how lucky he is to be experiencing this with her.

On a particular kiss, Namjoon feels something hit his cheek. He pulls back, eyes wide as he hears his wife’s giggle from above.

“She kicked you,” she laughs, her hand covering her mouth as her laughs rock her body. Namjoon grins widely, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he gently taps the spot he had just kissed. Another soft movement makes his finger move, and he can’t help the tears of joy that roll down his cheek as his dimpled smile makes an appearance.

“I finally felt it! She’s been kicking you for weeks without me around and now I’ve finally felt it! Little Joonie is going to be an amazing soccer player! I just know it!” Namjoon thrilled, causing his wife to laugh harder as she shook her head at her overzealous husband.

“She’s not even here yet and you’re already having high expectations for her!” she chastised her husband, who kept smiling and talking about how she’ll be part of the South Korean soccer team.

Namjoon ignores his wife’s chastisement and rubs his hand on her stomach, hoping to feel his child’s movement once again.

“Come on, Little Joonie. Move for daddy! You can do it!” he encouraged, but nothing happened. Laughing, she felt the baby move within her, but the baby’s movements weren’t that obvious to Namjoon, who pouted.

“You’ll feel her again, babe,” His wife reassured, and he nodded, pulling her close to his chest to plant a kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you as a wife and mother of my child, but I am so thankful. You’ve done nothing but make me happy and give me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for. I love you, ___. You and baby Joonie,” he coos, his hand drawing little patterns on his wife’s stomach.

“Baby Joonie and I love you too.”

“You know, had you asked us earlier, we could have been here hours ago.” Yoongi proclaimed, earning eye rolls from the father-to-be.

“You know how ____ is. She’s started nesting and everything has to be a certain way or it drives her off the walls,” Namjoon replies, huffing as he and Yoongi move the cooler out to the deck where Jimin and Taehyung have hung the banner with Jungkook giving them instructions on how high and which way to move it so that it’s centered.

“I don’t see how I got stuck doing this,” Hoseok whines from the opposite side of the deck, his hands struggling to tie a balloon after inflating it with the small helium tank.

“Because you trying to help me cook was a disaster,” Jin called from the buffet table he was arranging across the backyard. Hoseok sucks in the air from the balloon, his high-pitched voice cursing at the eldest brother.

“Knock it off before ____ comes back out and tears us a new one!” Namjoon exclaims, getting all his brother’s attention. Hoseok mutters something under his breath, but drops it.

___ appears on the deck moments later, a beautiful purple dress hugging her bump before it flows down to her ankles.

“I wish you would have let me make it shorter, ____. I don’t want you tripping and getting hurt,” Taehyung said, admiring his work on the dress but still apprehensive about his sister-in-law tripping and hurting herself or his niece.

“I’m fine, Tae,” his sister-in-law stated with annoyance, dismissing him and his concerns with a wave of her hand. Taehyung stuck out his tongue at her, only to be smacked on the back of the head by his older brother, Namjoon.

“Be nice to the wife,” Namjoon said, earning a smile from his wife, who turned to Taehyung and stuck her tongue out at him.

Taehyung gaped, earning laughs from all his brothers. He pouted in defeat and went off to help Hoseok, who had given up trying to tie the balloons and was just singing songs after inhaling helium.

“The party is starting soon, I hope people come,” Namjoon hears his wife express her worries out loud. She had never enjoyed hosting parties or events, the fear of nobody showing up hindering their social life now and then. He kept reassuring her that his six brothers would always be in attendance, but she still worried, regardless.

“They’ll be here, babe. They wouldn’t miss Little Joonie’s baby shower,” he soothed, his hand rubbing her arm up and down as he leaned his head down so he could be at eye level with her and helped her breathe in and out to ease the anxiety she was feeling.

“They’ll be here,” his wife repeated and went off to join her brother-in-law, Jin, at the buffet table. Namjoon watched as she grabbed a carrot off the veggie tray and bit into it before turning his attention to his brothers, trying to wrestle Hoseok away from the helium tank.

“It never ends with this one,” he muttered, making his way to his brother.

Hours later, Namjoon had his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist, smiling a dimpled smile into his youngest brother’s camera. They had taken some time for pictures before starting the games. Namjoon was glad that he and his wife had opted for a co-ed baby shower, seeing as his brothers would have insisted on coming, anyway.

Jungkook was taking pictures of the happy couple and allowing the guest to pop in for their photo-op with the expecting parents.

Off to the side, Hoseok was entertaining the guests with his rendition of Paul Anka’s, ‘Having My Baby’ which made Namjoon roll his eyes.

Hoseok’s gonna be Hoseok.

“All right, that’s enough!” Jin exclaimed, ripping the microphone out of his brother’s hand, pushing him off to the side.

“Thank you!” Namjoon called, earning a glare from a pouty Hoseok.

Jin took over, informing the guests to pair up before he announced the rules of the game. Taehyung and Jungkook formed their group, Yoongi and Jimin, leaving Hoseok with an annoyed Namjoon. The rest of the guests who wanted to join in on the fun paired up as well.

“The objective of the game is to have one partner blindfolded, while the other spoon-feeds them baby food. The person blindfolded has to guess the flavor correctly three out of four to win the game. Remember guys, our ice breaker game is still going on. Don’t get caught crossing your legs or you lose your pacifier necklace!” Jin announced, looking at every guest’s feet to see if their ankles crossed so he could get more necklaces. Although he already had most of the guests’ necklaces around his neck.

___ watched as her husband and brothers-in-law played rock, paper, scissors to see who the unlucky one would be to eat the baby food.

Much to Yoongi’s dismay, he’s blindfolded instead of Jimin. Next to him, a pouty Taehyung sat with his arms crossed, a gleeful Jungkook in front of him. Off to the side, Hoseok was glaring daggers at Namjoon, who paid him no mind.

“Let’s get started! Partners, wrap the blindfold around the person’s eyes, make sure they can’t see!” Jin called, walking by the pairs to hand out a blindfold to each team.

Yoongi stiffened as Jimin wrapped the fabric around his eyes. He was not looking forward to tasting baby food. Jin did another walkthrough to make sure everyone had a blindfold, and he had one of the guest’s hand out the baby food to the non-blindfolded partners.

“We’re going to start with my darling brother, Yoongi!” Jin smiled devilishly, earning a deep growl from his silver-haired brother. “I’m gonna strangle you, Jin,” he threatened, causing the eldest to guffaw.

“Jimin, please proceed,” Jin instructed, causing his younger brother to grin widely, an evil glint in his eyes.

Jimin opened the first jar of food, taking one spoon and placing a decent amount on the spoon before telling his older brother to open wide.

Yoongi opened his mouth, hands clutching the bottom of his chair, knuckles white, as he felt the spoon in his mouth with the baby food. He gagged, turning his head to the side to spit it out.

“Did you seriously just give me fucking peas! Seokjin, when I get my hands on you, prepare to feel my wrath!” he threatened his older brother once again. Jin’s laugh filled the air as he tallied his brother’s correct answer.

Yoongi guessed the next three foods wrong, disqualifying him and Jimin. Jimin wasn’t upset about losing, seeing as he was just glad he didn’t have to partake in eating it.

Next up were Taehyung and Jungkook, who were restlessly waiting for Jin to come around with different jars.

“Team number two! Here’s your first jar,” Jin announced to the guests, who were watching eagerly.

Jungkook opened the jar, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he scooped the food onto the spoon. “I’m sorry,” he apologized before putting the spoon in his older brother’s mouth. In an instant, his golden-haired brother was gagging worse than his silver-haired brother.

“Oh god! Oh, fuck! I can’t,” Taehyung gagged repeatedly, causing his sister-in-law to waddle over with a bottle of water. He took it appreciatively, and she walked over to her husband. “We’re not letting our baby have that one.”

“Your answer is…?” Jin prodded, once Taehyung had stopped gagging.

“I don’t know what the hell was just in my mouth. I’m sure it was poison,” Taehyung replied, dramatically earning laughs from the crowd.

“Wrong answer!” Jin exclaimed, chuckling and handing Jungkook the next jar. This time Jungkook felt more at ease as he scooped the food into the spoon and put it in his brother’s mouth.

“Still doesn’t taste good, but it’s banana,” Taehyung answered correctly, earning his team a tally mark. He got the next three guesses correctly, putting him in the lead.

Jin moved on to Hoseok and Namjoon, handing Namjoon the jar of food and waiting for Hoseok to taste it.

“Ugh! Is this the one Tae got? It tastes like shit! How come Tae got banana and I get baby poop flavor?!”

The guests laughed at his reaction, causing Hoseok to gag some more and ask for water.

“Wrong answer! The correct answer was green beans!” Jin stated, handing Namjoon the next jar of baby food.

Namjoon quickly scooped it into a spoon and shoved it into his brother’s mouth. Hoseok gagged again, turning to the side to spit and chugging a drink from his water bottle.

“What the actual fuck? ____ don’t feed your child that! That’s disgusting! What is that?” Hoseok choked out in between gags, not able to get the taste off his tongue.

“It’s ham and gravy,” Jin replied, smirking from the sidelines. How he was glad he didn’t have to play this round.

“Moving on!” Jin declared as he moved past Namjoon and Hoseok to the next team. Once he finished the game, Jin announced the winners to be the two youngest brothers, Taehyung and Jungkook. The brothers cheered, hugging and claiming their prize, two gift cards to their favorite video game store.

Namjoon walked up to his wife, his arm encircling her waist. She leaned into his embrace as he planted a kiss on her soft hair.

“Having fun, Mrs. Kim?” he asked, his eyes scanning over the smiling faces of the guests. Hoseok had taken the microphone from the eldest to host the next game, which had the guests trying to finish their drink from a baby bottle.

“This baby shower has been so amazing, Namjoon! I’m so overwhelmed with happiness and the guests actually came, and they brought so many presents for Little Joonie! And despite all the cursing, your brothers are making this hilarious,” she replied, smiling at her husband’s brothers who were sucking down their baby bottles without a care in the world. Namjoon’s chuckle filled his wife’s ears. She turned to face him and kissed him.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her head on his chest while he held her a little closer.

“For what?” he asked, puzzled.

“For everything.”

“Namjoon, we need to go now,” Namjoon heard his wife say from down the hall. His heart was racing as he took long strides to reach his wife. He held her hand, helping her put her shoes on and leading her to the door. He looked around their home, anxiety and excitement filling his chest as he realized the next time he and his wife set foot in their home, their baby girl would be with them.

“Namjoon?” His wife asked, wondering what had made her husband freeze in place. He looked down at her and kissed her lips. “This is our last time here, just us two.”

A smile appeared on his wife’s face as she, too, looked around their home one last time. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She wiped them away before they could fall and gave a reassuring squeeze to her husband’s hand, “let’s bring our baby home.”

Hours later, Namjoon was at his wife’s bedside, holding her hand, trying to soothe her through a contraction. They had admitted her, hooked up to machines, poked and prodded, and now her contractions were stronger and coming more often. Namjoon was doing the best he could to help his wife, but seeing her in pain made him feel terrible, no matter how many times his wife told him she was doing fine.

“Do you want me to get your mom back in here?” Namjoon asked his wife, wiping the sweat from her brow as she stared at the beeping monitors. She turned her attention to her anxious husband and smiled. “She’s just down in the cafeteria with dad. It’s going to be a little longer before she needs to be in here.”

“My brothers are here, wanna see them?” Namjoon asked, looking for ways to distract his wife from the pain.

“I doubt they’d wanna see me like this,” she stated, lifting her hand that had her IV. Namjoon shook his head, heading to the door of their private room to call one of his brothers. When Namjoon returned to her side, Jin was with him as well.

“How’s it going?” Jin asked, keeping his eyes above her waist, just in case.

“It’s painful,” she replied, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. Jin reached out to take her hand and carefully gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You know, we’re all so proud of you! You’re doing so well, ___. You can do this, okay? We love you all so much, and you’re bringing so much joy to our family. We believe in you,” Jin encouraged and ___ swallowed the lump in her throat, tears wanting to break free from her eyes.

“Thank you, Jin,” she said, and Jin leaned down to hug her, kissing the top of her head before heading out of the room to send in the next brother.

A minute later, Yoongi was poking his silver head in to give a thumbs up before shutting the door and disappearing, causing the couple to laugh before Hoseok waltzed in with a bright smile.

“Hey! There’s my favorite sister-in-law!”

“She’s your only sister-in-law,” Namjoon responded, earning a hearty laugh from his older brother.

“Therefore, my favorite!” Hoseok replied, planting a kiss on her forehead and showing her the little stuffed lilac bunny he had brought for the arrival of his niece.

“I can’t wait to hold Little Joonie!” Hoseok enthused, looking at the monitors and then at his sister-in-law.

“We’re not naming her Little Joonie,” Namjoon stated, making sure his older brother was aware of that fact. Hoseok waved his hand in dismissal of his younger brother and focused his attention on ____.

“Have you picked a name for Little Joonie?” Hoseok asked curiously, excitement bubbling in his chest.

“We’ll reveal it when she’s here,” ___ stated, clutching her husband’s hand as a contraction hit. Hoseok watched in amazement as the contraction passed and a curse left ____’s lips. He kissed her head and asked if they wanted the other boys to keep coming.

“Send them in,” Namjoon told his brother after his wife had given her approval. Hoseok gave a parting wave and went out the solid, brown wooden door.

Seconds later, the three youngest appeared, meek smiles on their faces as they approached the bed.

“You’re doing so well, ___!” Jimin exclaimed, as he quickly hugged her and stepped to the side to join Namjoon.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer,” Namjoon stated, watching his two youngest brothers looking around awkwardly.

“Can I take a picture of you two before she arrives?” Jungkook asked, raising the black camera that hung around his neck. Namjoon looked at his wife for approval, and she nodded.

The boys stepped off to the side and Jungkook took a few pictures, asking his two other brothers to join the couple. Seconds later, the three oldest popped back in, grumbling about being left out of the family pictures.

A nurse took a picture of all seven brothers and ___, before scolding them about all of them being in the room. Namjoon sent for his parents to join them for pictures before appointing Jimin to get ____’s parents from the cafeteria.

After all the pictures are taken, it was time for the baby to arrive. Namjoon held his wife’s hand through it all, while Jungkook captured the moments with his camera, not allowing his tears of joy to ruin his photographs of his niece’s birth.

Tears of joy filled the room as his niece’s wailing cry was heard. He took picture after picture, smiling widely as his sister-in-law held her baby for the first time. Happy tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at his brother with so much joy and love in her eyes, their baby cradled in her arms against her chest. Jungkook snapped a photo, another as his brother kissed his wife on the lips and then his baby girl.

Namjoon couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes as his wife moved over so he could join her on the bed and hold his daughter for the first time. Jungkook took another picture of his brother and his daughter, excited to have his niece here.

A nurse came over, as Jungkook snapped a picture of the happy family. She took the baby for a few minutes to clean her up and hand her back to the new parents.

“I’ll give you guys some time,” Jungkook stated, his camera hanging from his neck.

Namjoon shook his head, waving him over to the couch. He took the camera off his brother’s neck and set it on the bed next to his wife.

“We want you to be the first to hold her,” Namjoon states when he saw his baby brother’s confused face. A wide smile lit up his face as he rushed over to the sink to wash his hands and sit back on the couch. He was nervous but excited. He felt so honored to be the first to hold his niece, as his elders often overlooked him.

Namjoon held his daughter and settled her into his brother’s arms, allowing him to hold her. He then picked up the camera and snapped a photo of his brother beaming at his daughter, fresh tears falling from his dark eyes.

“She’s beautiful, Joon,” Jungkook whispered, looking up from his niece’s angelic face to the two proud parents. Minutes later, Jungkook was handing her back, so they could have some time together.

Jungkook stepped out into the hall, where his brothers all stood along with their parents and ___’s family. “She’s here, and she’s beautiful! She’s so tiny too!” Jungkook gushed, showing the pictures to his brothers who circled him to sneak a peek at their niece.

“How come you got to hold her first?” Taehyung huffed, stomping his foot to show his displeasure. “They wanted me to be first,” Jungkook replied, beaming proudly.

Namjoon popped up next to them, startling the boys.

“The nurse said we can only have two people at a time, aside from Jungkook. We’re gonna start with ___’s family, then mom and dad, then down the line,” Namjoon explained and the families nodded, ___’s parents following Namjoon into the room, along with Jungkook and his camera.

It felt like ages for Jin as he waited for his turn, but once he saw his niece in his brother’s arms, all his annoyance disappeared instantly. Jin washed his hands at the sink, followed by Yoongi, before he took a seat on the couch.

“How are you doing, ___?” Yoongi asked, as his niece was placed in his older brother’s arms, a bright smile already on his face.

“Overjoyed,” ___ replied, smiling at her brother-in-law, who was watching Jin hold his niece. Jungkook’s camera snapping shot after shot of his brothers. Jin handed his niece over to Yoongi, who sat up straight and gently held the little newborn in his arms.

“She’s so beautiful,” he whispered, watching his sleeping niece in his arms. Her little mouth puckering as she slept. Jungkook snapped a few more pictures before Yoongi whined at him in annoyance.

“Her name is Da-Hae,” Namjoon announced, smiling brightly, making his dimples prominent. Jin and Yoongi returned his smile as they looked back down at their niece, Da-Hae.

“It suits her,” Yoongi stated, watching his niece sleep for a few more moments before handing her back to his younger brother.

“We’ll go get Hoseok and Jimin,” Jin announced, getting up from the couch and leading Yoongi out the door.

Moments later, Hoseok’s head was popping in the room, Jimin’s head popping in under him, asking for permission to enter.

“She’s so little!” Hoseok cooed once he washed his hands and sat on the hard blue couch next to the bed. Namjoon handed his daughter over to his brother, who grinned at the still sleeping baby wrapped in a purple blanket. Hoseok was so focused on studying his niece’s features, he didn’t notice Jungkook snapping away on his camera until he looked up and smiled proudly, teeth on display.

“My turn!” Jimin whined after his brother hogged his niece for too long. Hoseok rolled his eyes and helped his younger brother hold his niece properly, making sure he supported her head.

“I can’t believe she’s here! She’s real,” Jimin said in awe, his niece still sleeping soundly in his arms. He felt overwhelmed with emotions, his heart clenching in his chest as he looked at her tiny face. He loved her so much already, he would do anything for her.

“Her name is Da-Hae.” ___ said from the bed, her eyes focusing on her little girl, making sure she’s held correctly.

“My little Da-Hae,” Jimin cooed. This was the best day of his life. He looked at his younger brother and smiled, allowing him to take his picture before handing Da-Hae back to her parents so Taehyung could finally meet his niece.

“You know, I hate this older to youngest rule for doing things,” Taehyung complained as he scrubbed his hands and dried them with a paper towel before setting himself up on the couch.

“Gimme baby,” he said, his hands outstretched, his fingers grabbing at the baby as if his hands were crab claws. Namjoon chuckled, handing his child to his overly excited brother, who cried tears of joy when his baby girl was placed in his arms.

“I can’t even begin to explain how I feel right now,” he said through tears. He tilted his head back, sniffling harshly and wiping his tears on his shoulder.

Jungkook smirked from the sidelines as he took his pictures.

“Stop!” Taehyung whined, earning a smile from the proud parents.

“Everyone cried, Tae. It’s okay,” ___ reassured him, and he winked at her before handing the baby back to Namjoon.

“What’s her name?” Taehyung asked, kissing the top of ___’s head.

“Da-Hae,” she answered, holding her daughter in her arms and kissing her hat-covered head.

“I’ll get the others for a picture together,” Jungkook volunteered and took off, only to return with his brothers and parents.

They all took photos and rushed back out before the nurse came back to scold them for having too many people in the room.

“We’re going to head home, but we’ll be back tomorrow. You guys get some rest and enjoy our little Da-Hae. Call if you need anything,” Jungkook stated, hugging his brother, kissing the top of his sister-in-law’s head, and taking one last look at his niece, before he stepped out of the room and gathered his brothers to go home.

Once they were alone, Namjoon held his wife in his arms, watching his daughter stir and her cries fill the room. He smiled as a nurse came in and showed his wife how to breastfeed his baby. He watched in awe silently.

“We can take your child to the nursery for a while so you two can get some rest and we’ll bring her back when you’re awake,” the nurse said and reluctantly the new parents agreed, apprehensive to let their child leave their sight.

“She’s going to be fine,” Namjoon tried to soothe himself and his wife. She nodded and held her husband’s hand, finally having a moment alone with him through all the hecticness of the day.

“How are you?” she asked, her hands holding his large ones.

“I’m excited, overwhelmed, eager to get her back here,” Namjoon admitted honestly, kissing his wife’s cheek.

“Me too,” she replied, and she let go of her husband so he could get her overnight bag to get some of her items. Namjoon handed it to her and got his own bag so he could get ready to get some sleep.

The couple slept a few hours before the nurses were coming into the room with their baby, who was ready to eat again. ___ rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, holding her newborn to her chest.

The nurse talked her through it and informed her of the discharge procedures and when to take her child to her own pediatric once they discharged her the following day.

The next morning, ___ and Namjoon were leaving the hospital with their daughter. After a struggle with the car seat, and after the nurse checked it, ___ and Da-Hae were allowed to get in the car and head home.

Namjoon was beyond excited to have his girls home. He carried the car seat and the diaper bag as he helped his wife up the two steps that led to their front door. He unlocked the door and let his wife in first, him and his daughter right behind her.

His wife headed for the bedroom, and Namjoon followed with their daughter.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower,” ____ told her husband, feeling sticky and gross from being in the hospital. Namjoon nodded and set the car seat down along with the diaper bag. He heard his wife start the shower, and he carefully unstrapped his daughter from the car seat and took her out so he could hold her.

He walked over to the bed and sat on it, grabbing the newborn lounger to prop his baby up. He was so in love with his little girl, he could have never imagined loving someone so much. The fact that it was half him and half the love of his life made his love for his baby so much stronger.

“I love you so much, Da-Hae. You’re my universe. I’d do anything to keep you safe and happy. You’re my little princess,” he whispered, watching his daughter move her thumb into her mouth. Her bright eyes shined as they looked up at him, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched her. He couldn’t believe how he loved her so much already, and so did his brothers. They had sworn to protect her at all costs and make her happy as well.

Namjoon didn’t notice his wife watching him from the bathroom door adjoined to their room. She watched him silently as she listened to him speak promises to their baby girl. She felt herself falling deeper in love with her husband as she watched him be a father.

Her heartbeat rapidly as she continued to watch her husband. She didn’t want to interrupt his moment with their baby. She tiptoed towards the bed and Namjoon sent her a dimpled smile as she got comfortable next to the baby.

“Get some sleep, I’ve got this,” Namjoon stated, taking his eyes off his daughter to look at his wife.

She smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, not wanting to take his attention off his daughter for too long.

“I love you, Kim Namjoon. I really do.”

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