Some Yoongi Gifs Until He Comes Back Home (6/?)

some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (6/?)

cr.jung-koook

Life is just a series of obstacles preventing you from reading a book.

the silent ‘i love you’

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au

summary: sometimes you don’t need words

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff!!!! just very soft and nice and easy to read for tonight. intensional lowercase. sort of sleepy thoughts about love <3

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some days jungkook simply felt like those three words weren’t enough. that the warm glow of his fragile soul couldn’t scream loud enough for your own precious existence to know how much he truly loved you.

that the whispered words of love as the both of you woke, or a gentle kiss before you both slept and met in your dreams— it simply was only the surface of how he felt. that the silent ‘i love you’ the both of you shared each day was somehow louder than the words themselves.

tender souls touching in a whimsical dance between your existence.

tangled so tight, unmoving, seeping out of you with that fluttery sort of love.

the kind of love that pulls a smile onto your lips at the mere thought of them. gentle touch enough to have your skin alight. obsessive, itching greed consuming every fibre of your being, needing them closer than humanly possible. bodies pressed together and heart beats in sync, tied together by a string of fate and life times you shared before this one.

and some days neither of you had to say ‘i love you’ but that didn’t mean the love wasn’t there. that either of you loved the other any less than you had the day before. or more than you would tomorrow. because it was ever-growing. blooming in both your chests, a flower that would live through all of eternity.

it would be him waking before you, purple and blue toothbrushes sat beside one another in the cup on the sink. or how on some days he’d pick your shower gel over his own. for no other particular reason that he loved everything about your existence, that he felt that little bit closer to you in the hours you had to part.

or remembering to tuck one of your hairties in one of his pockets, just in case.

the same hair tie you’ll find in the washing machine days later, smile tugging at your lips. because as much as you remind him to take everything out his pockets before putting them into the washing machine, there were things you could never get mad over. not when he thinks of you, even when you’re not there. a silent show of care that you never bring up because that was his secret to keep, dissolved into the back of your mind for safe keeping.

he likes to hold your hand as you cross the road, fingers interlaced. because he knows sometimes you get too caught up in your own head, unaware of the wider world around you. so he keeps you glued to the pavement before tugging you across the road. fingers squeezing yours when he knows the both of you are back to safety and you’ll let him pull you around, blind trust in him to take you where you need to go

you like picking him up from work, sat outside on a bench with a box of treats for the walk home. and he would indulge you, even if he had the car parked a block away. not caring if it would mean he had to walk the next morning. because he would never abandon those gentle moments with you, shoulders knocking as you kiss sweet cream from his lips, desperate to hear about his day just as much as you want to share yours

you liked to say ‘i love you’ through the stars. tugging him to the roof of the apartment building, legs tangled as you lay on a blanket.

you both look up at the sky.

so many questions slipping off your tongue. where you talk of fate and destiny and how you loved to believe that two souls so intricately intertwined like your own was probably crafted by something as beautiful as the stars, or another celestial being that just knew what the future held. speckles of fine stardust crafted and moulded, so, when you found a mortal body there would be no doubt he was the one for you, just as you were the one for him.

he likes sending you photos of cats. adopting the habit of carrying a small bag of treats around with him; though neither of you have a pet.

he remembers the frown that would tug on your face each time you’d come across a stray. and he’d stand there for as long as you like as your fingers pet over fluffy heads and behind furry ears. another silent vow of love to a lonely creature.

you liked to pack him lunches, hours spent in the kitchen of a nighttime experimenting, because you never wanted him to have a dull meal. and he’d sit there at the table, reading as a piano piece plays over your phone. not a word spoken between the both of you, and some nights you scuttle his way with a fork-full of something for him to try.

there was love in the tv shows you watched together, the music you shared, the space you both lived in. the closet was a muddle of clothes and accessories that he liked to steal from you just like you steal from him. racks of both your shoes line the entry way of the apartment, collection of mugs a sudden birthday tradition that will go on for as long as you’re alive.

you lived in his mind like you lived in the plants around the house. or the posters you’d put on the walls. and he lived in your mind with gaming consoles and photos of you hung up that he had taken, loved and forever cherished; thriving in the memory of you and how much he loved you then and how much he loves you now.

jungkook had tried to find a better word.

hours spent laying in bed, with your head on his chest, moon spilling into the room as he mulls over the thought of you.

how he likes how warm you are, how he likes sharing this space with you. that he’s glad he’s found you, grateful that you exist within the same time line as him.

your silly little stories of a wonderful sweet sort of love filling his own mind— because maybe you really were crafted for one another. and even if he forgets three simple words, the both of you know love lives within the sphere of your existence.

because maybe that’s what the both of you are when you’re together. maybe even in those moments you’re apart. perhaps you’re the epitome of the word love and that’s why all the silent ‘i love yous’ equal more than words ever will

Yes or No

PART 2 of Fish-wife or No wife

Summary: Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

Description : famous pop-star/idol jungkook x chubby y/n , might be two-shot or trilogy

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook shown in this fanfic does not accurately represent Jungkook's true personality or actions. Please treat this story as fiction.

Trigger warnings: mild voyeurism, dub-con, rough sex later on

I arrived in Seoul with the babies in tow, arriving at Jungkook's massive mansion. According to his secretary, Mr. Kim, Jungkook was out for a meeting at HYBE with his members. His mother and father however were at his house. As I step foot into the house, wearing a pink flowy cotton dress littered with roses ( Iro's favorite dress according to his carefully acquired fashion acumen) with Mari in my arms, holding Iro's chubby hand, an old lady with a welcoming expression swept into the room.

She looked close to tears as she crowded me along with her husband, a soft looking gentleman, at the entrance to the house. She sqawked in ridiculous happiness, " My babies and daughter in law!!! I have wanted to see you all since last year, but my stupid son wouldn't let me." She gave me a warm big hug, and rapidly scooped up Mari into her arms, cuddling the boisterous little girl, tears streaming down her face as she held her. Jungkook's dad, grabbed Iro into his arms, giving me a hug and gestured for me to come with them to have some lunch.

They both smiled, Mrs. Jeon looking on the verge of tears, and Mr. Jeon cradling Iro in his lap while staring at Mari, eyes glazed over in awe and affection. Mrs. Jeon starting crying full blown as she wailed, "I don't know why that disgusting boy wouldn't let me know about my beautiful grandkids and gorgeous daughter in law. That boy is going to die today when he comes home." Mr. Jeon patted her on the back, trying to calm her down, dark black eyes brimming with tears of his own, as he stated in a melancholy tone, "If we had knew about you, Iro, and Mari, we would've stayed with all of you in Jeju." He grunted in what sounded like anger, "That boy, has flitted around the world, depriving us of happiness. I bet his members don't know either."

I got up to give them fruits ,flowers, and vegetables we had grown in our garden in Jeju, along with some potpourri and scarves I had crafted back home. When they saw all the home made items and beautiful produce, they laughed in glee. Mrs. Jeon looked up at me with warmth and pride. "You are beautiful my child, a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart. I am so honored to have you as my daughter in law". I smiled at her, happy to have the family I never expected.

Iro squealed out, "Grandpa, please eat this pomegrenate. I picked it just for you and granny". Mari shouted out suddenly, "Hey, gwive me my pwomaganate. That is mine." Never saying no to his sister, Iro sat there slowly feeding her a pomegrenate one seed at a time, shaking his head as if he were an elderly gentleman past his prime , "Not like that little squirt. Chew slowly."

Suddenly Mari started getting fussy and got off her chair, running towards the door again. As she got closer, I chased after her. I collided with something as stiff as a solid brick wall as I swooped her into my arms. Two strong arms encircled my waist and back, keeping me from falling, with Mari cradled in his firm chest. I looked up in confusion to see Jungkook's dark black eyes staring at me, silently arrested in bewilderment and something akin to wonder.

Mari screamed out against his chest, hitting her chubby hands against him, "Dwaddy? Dwaddy? Is that you?" Her toothless little smile peered up at his coconut headed face. He stuttered in further shock, inquiring me with a seriousness that wasn't there before, " I--ss-s this Mari?"

I nodded silently, patting at his chest to let me and Mari go. The rest of the members stood there paralyzed in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes. So, Jungkook's contract wife was Y/N? The most skilled member of their PR team back in the day? She was beautiful then, but she only had gotten prettier with time. Clearly having a kid, made her glow even more with an indescribable warmth. Putting a child in her, had made her 100 times more vibrant. Her long curled hair glowed with health and her curvy figure and delicious bosom ("Well that was new", thought Jin) wrapped in pink floral cotton, emanating a scent of warm laundry and cinnamon, called to all of them. How in the hell had Jungkook snagged her?

Jin thought to himself that Jungkook was rather lucky to have ended up with the perfect mother to his children and perfect wife. He told Jungkook so everyday when he found out he had a contract wife, when JK was drunk one night , confessing rather abruptly to his Hyung, "I married this chubby average woman, Hyung. I can't bear being seen with her , so I have hid her in the countryside."

If Jin had known at the time that it was Y/N, he was referring to, he would've taken a metal pan and wacked Jungkook hard in the face. This angel had taken care of this dimwit's kids and brought them up perfectly without his help. She had even taken on a kid who was not hers by birth, as though the kid was born from her womb itself.

Jolted into action, Namjoon shook Y/N's hand still rather befuddled at seeing their PR manager, "Hello Y/N. It is wonderful to see you again. We were all concerned when you suddenly quit. Now I guess we know why." He said the last statement , gritting his teeth as he glared at a bewildered, speechless Jungkook.

Taehyung stood there glaring at Jungkook in disappointment, and Jimin was ready to cry in dismay at their youngest members' behavior. How could he hide such a beautiful wife and his two kids? Jungkook never visited the kids in the past few years and the members knew. He stopped visiting Jeju after one year. Before the members could pummel him to death, Mrs. Jeon snuck up behind Jungkook with a rolling pin and slapped him in the back with it. "You miserable little ingrate!!!!!How could you bloody hide our gorgeous daughter in law and grand kids from us while you flitted like a whore from one country to another?!! Do you have no shame whatsoever? Is this how we raised you??"

She kept hitting him as Jungkook stood there resolutely, staring at his children, with tears glistening in his eyes. What the hell had he done? He had left his kids, the most beautiful things he had seen in his entire life. Mari , a chubby faced little devil, crawled up to Jimin who picked her up and she proceeded to kiss him on his cheek as she tried biting his multiple rings. Iro walked up to his dad silently and breathed out in a quiet calming voice, "Hi dad. How were you doing? Mom said you have been on many trips, so that was why you couldn't see us. You want to eat lunch with me"?

The little boy who was a direct replica of Jungkook hesitated as he stammered, "I-It is ok if you don't want to also". He gave his dad a persimmon they had harvested from the garden back home and told his dad, "Dad I heard these fruits bring good luck. Hope you have a good time touring".

The little boy trotted away to finish lunch with his grandparents as Jungkook collapsed at the door and broke down. He starting crying, wailing wretchedly at the door. As Jungkook lay there on the cold tile crying miserably (in fact Y/N felt like he looked like a toad, all slippery and white and wet) , Mari shuffled dragging her bum up to him as she waved her tiny finger in the air like a militant general howling at him, "Don't cry. It is bad for you health. Momma says that crying more than a minute, makes you dehydrated". After imparting her sage advice, she proceeded to bite his cheek with her miniscule incisors.

The members started laughing at her antics, as Yoongi said, "We got such a resolute little general in the house. She is the only one who can put up with Jungkook anyway". Mrs. Jeon started laughing as well and Y/N stared at Jungkook with a calculated look in her eye. Why the hell was he acting like a little kid, crying on the floor in what seemed to be a wife beater and sweat pants like he was a hobo?

Isn't this what he wanted? Nobody stopped him from visiting all these years. I let Mari have her way with him. This dude was crying in his hall as though he hadn't made any mistakes. He had jetted around the world acting like a whimsical gigolo, as though he had no kids to take care of, or check up on. Y/N got up to help Mrs. Jeon in the kitchen, helping make rice as Mrs. Jeon started stirring kimchi into the stew to make kimchi jiggae.

Mrs. Jeon felt reticent approaching Y/N, as she could see how soft warm, yet strong her daughter in law was. Y/n did not seem like the type to take shit lying down. The girl had raised 2 children on her own, while staying calm and dignified, watching her supposed husband cry in the floor like a disgraceful fool, and had not batted an eye. Mrs. Jeon, started shyly, "Y/N, how long will you be here , daughter?"

Y/n thought a minute before responding, eyes glinting vivaciously in the light, even mesmerizing Mrs. Jeon for a minute, "Probably a month Mrs. Jeon. We can stay here or I can move to one of my houses nearby in this same neighborhood". Mrs. Jeon felt like fainting. "What do you mean by your house child? Do you mean Jungkook has another house in this neighborhood that we don't know about?" Y/N calmly responded , " No auntie. It is actually my house, I bought it with some investments I made from book sales. It is right at the corner of this neighborhood, the house enclosed with oak trees and flowers all around".

Mrs. Jeon stared at Y/N in disbelief, "Darling, do you mean the linden flower house?" Y/N nodded briefly in assent , turning back the stove to stir the rice. That was when Mrs. Jeon understood how smart her daughter in law was. She had been observing Y/N as she had entered the house. Going off her calm nature, the girl's intent in marrying JK was to make a stable home for herself and to have kids. That was her aim and incentive. She had made money off of his money, multiplying it to the point where she didn't need Jungkook anymore.

The linden flower house had been vacant for years because nobody could afford to buy it, its market value being close to 25 million dollars. But Y/N had. Which meant that she was rich as Croesus, perhaps even richer than Jungkook with how much she had made in investments.

Y/N calmly grabbed the rice from the stove top and ambled towards the dining table to place it there. It had been an exhausting day so far, talking to her book agent about coordinating the book signing event. The kids had been great the whole day till they saw their uncles and Jungkook. They got chaotic as they suddenly had so many uncles and playmates. Y/N walked to the kids, gently tapping them on the backs, "Time for a nap, babies. You kids slept way too little last night". Without pitching a fight, the kids crawled into her arms, and she nodded at the members and Jungkook as she carried them away to settle them into the master bedroom that Mr. Jeon guided them towards.

Yoongi watched her float out the room, realizing while assessing her demeanour that she was a powerful lady. She seemed soft and warm, but she was as strong as steel. How else could she bring up two kids on her own and be so unemotional about Jungkook. She had in fact barely glanced his way. The only time he had caught her looking at him, he noticed that she was looking at Jungkook in a rather cold manner. Dispassionately as though she were trying to dissect a chess game.

Jungkook wandered into the master bedroom to see Y/N and the kids again. It was his house after all. That was what he had to tell himself to not be scared. Y/N was always so calm and reassuring, even on his monthly visits for Iro. She never demanded more out of him, and always seemed content and fulfilled. She never questioned him about his affairs, his finances, or anything else. She was not a stupid wife. She was smarter than that. While he was wasting his time playing checkers and leading the hedonistic life style, she had calmly and resolutely built her own wealth reinforced by a trust so he didn't have access to it.

She had brought up the kids well and stayed out of the media. As he cursed himself for not caring about and in fact even body shaming her when he talked to Jin and Yoongi about her a few years back , he was met with the most delicious sight of his whole life. The kids were asleep in bed, cradled in blankets with enormous french windows open allowing a breeze in. Y/N faced the door, thinking that nobody was probably coming in. Her dark hair slipped down the expanse of her back as she took off her dress , bearing her beautiful breasts for him to see. Such big gorgeous areolas, sloping into a dainty waist touched by soft pudge near her belly button, and big hips that tapered down to tiny ankles. The most shocking thing was the ring from the civil ceremony they had, fashioned as a pendant on a thin gold chain around her neck. He had to stop himself from clutching his chest, at her silent devotion.

She was beautiful , lush, a goddess, and all his. His gaze faltered as she stared back at him, not shocked in the least, "Is there anything else you want to see Jungkook? I thought you already had enough ladies to keep you occupied". She smirked at him as she put on a white robe that did nothing to conceal her pointed nipples. She lay down ready to take a nap with the babies on the humongous california king bed, effectively dismissing Jungkook silently.

But Jungkook would not be dismissed. This time he wanted his wife, his babies, and everything that he should've done right the first time. He locked the door and as Y/N closed her eyes, he got on the bed, and before Y/n could process the dipping of the bed near her feet, he covered her mouth with his hand.

He drawled out, "I am going to have you honey. You and the kids. Nothing is going to stop me. We are going to get married again, the right way this time and I will be solely yours. You will not look at any man with the kindness you looked at Namjoon hyung. I saw you, and I intend to put a stop to it. I am claiming you right now. I was late once , but it won't happen again. You are mine till death"

He pushed up her robe to reveal her pink cotton panties and luscious thighs. Before, Y/N could protest, he ripped off her panties and even as she tried closing her thighs yelling, "I haven't bloody shaved. Don't touch me. Leave me the fuck alone", he held her hands on either side of her body fisting both her hands in his. "I can't leave you alone sweetheart, never again".

He breathed in her moist musky scent as he parted her thighs placing them on his shoulders and started langorously licking at her core.

He wouldn't stop licking me and I couldn't even try to stop this feeling as I heard the moans invade the quiet of the room. I had to be quiet or I would wake up the kids. He squeezed the fat of my thighs and proceeded to shove his pink wet tongue up into my core , licking it out from the inside. I hadn't been touched in so long, having only had sex once before when I was 23. He circled his wet finger around my clit, inhaling the scent deeply to my dismay.

I had never been touched like this. It was a shock to my system. He nibbled at my inner thighs as he muffled out, "I am addicted to you from this day going forward. Need to eat your pussy every morning, I can't stop". His finger circled my clit as his tongue continuously licked me. I felt teeth lightly bite at my clit, making me arch my back, shoving my core further up into his face. He massaged my stomach as he made me shake with the way he was french kissing my clit.

I came suddenly , with a blinding passion , squirting out into his mouth, as he tried to drink it up, with sharp black eyes pinned to my gushing fluid. Letting the fluid soak his bangs, dripping down his chin as he attempted to suction his mouth onto the source.

Before I could catch my breath, he readjust my robe and came up to face me, "Let me make it up to you babe. You are now the center of my universe and I don't want to let you go. You have two choices, yes or no? Actually , wait , I take that back, yes or ...yes"?