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[♡] you had been patient. you had waited and waited. one month away from him with hundred of miles in between? sure, you can wait. little to no communication from how heavy his schedules were? pfft, no worries, you understand. but just when you thought you could finally have him all to yourself, the sudden addition of those 10 days of quarantine made you turn into a crazy woman. you had been through the whole month waiting without a single complain, but your patience has its own limits. you were just this close to start pulling your hair from how desperate you felt, and that's why the minute he comes through that door, you're wearing almost nothing and you want nothing but him.

your plans almost come to a halt when you watch him as he gets his luggage in. he's tired. you can see it in the way his back is hunched as he closes the door and his fringe covers his eyes but not the bags underneath them. but you decide to be selfish for once and still walk to the entryway and hug him as tight as you can, your lips searching for his but falling right onto his jaw when he stumbles from your sudden appearance.

"baby, not now. I'm so tired" you know he is; his tired voice begs you to stop, and his eyes barely look at your way. he knows you so well though; he knows what you want and what your actions mean. but you don't take it personal; if it was under another circumstance, you're confident that seokjin would have jumped your bones, just like you wanted.

"seokjin-ah" it had been years since the last time he even tried to reject your advances. you knew he was tired, rightfully so, but you'd waited for him too. tonight, your rational mind is clouded by neediness and longing for him. that's why you'd prepared everything; from the new sweet perfume you had splurged in, to the lingerie you'd retreated from one of the forgotten boxes from the back of the closet, nevermind the light curls in your hair and the light lipstick on your lips. everything was planned to a tee.

"don't go to sleep yet." he looks at you while unbuttoning his shirt and you cannot help but whine at him. "I'm so tired, baby. You're not understanding me" and as he sits down on the bed to take his socks off, you take the opportunity to crawl behind him and your hands wander off to his wide shoulders like a reflex, massaging his soft skin in the way you know he likes the most. "but I got all pretty for you.. I love you, I missed you" he sighs when your lips start to gift light pecks to his neck, your hands busy going through his fluffy hair.

"don't I look pretty? you haven't looked at me once ever since you got here." the grumble incoming from his chest makes your body turn up its engines. you're so close to make him give in.

"you're always the prettiest." his eyes look at you through the mirror standing right on the side of the bed. "I missed you" you purr at him, your hands finally being able to freely explore his soft torso. you appreciate the warmth of his skin and you moan when he turns around to finally look at your eyes. the light turquoise bustier is finally being appreciated by his own eyes and his hands dare to wander off until they make you melt right onto him. he's right where you want him to be.

"you're a brat, you know that?" he holds your chin with one of his hands and you look at his eyes, the heat in between your legs making it impossible for you to stay still. "welcome home, baby" you giggle and give him the brightest most happiest smile when he flips you over just so that you're right under him. he doesn't say a single word as his left arm extends to turn the lights off. you're so excited.

[♡] the night felt so young. the fresh air outside already felt magical and overwhelming in the most positive of ways; the slight breeze and the light jokes going around flying through them made the night feel so alive. tonight, jungkook cannot seem to let go of you, (just like any other moment the both of you spend together) but this time around he just shows how much he's missed you over these past few weeks, while still enjoying being in the company of his best friends. you just know he's so happy; by the way his eyes seem to shine brighter than ever and his giggles make an appearance for the majority of the time tonight.

it was inevitable to feel colder than ever after spending a few hours outside though. even if you tried to ignore the goosebumps on your skin (obviously just to stay longer besides your boyfriend) your constant yawns and how heavy your head felt from how tired you were, made it impossible to stay focused.

even if jungkook was engrossed in a simple conversation with one of his friends, he still noticed you struggling to stay awake. in an incredibly comforting and effortless way, he makes sure to bring you closer to his chest, the jacket that was sitting on his shoulders a few moments ago, now surrounding your body. it was a matter of time until you felt cold again though, your silky skirt not giving that extra warmth you absolutely needed to not interrupt the great night you both were having.

looking up, you take a moment to look closely at his pretty face. you're in utter awe from seeing how pretty he looks; how every single detail, from the scar on his cheek you've kissed so many times, to his pretty eyes that look at you with nothing but deep appreciation and unconditional love. you're so in love with him. there's this joke that namjoon tells that has him almost rolling to the ground and his eyes twinkling in the most heart warming of ways. he's pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.

he looked the happiest too, and that's why you didnt want to let this night go; that's why the first time he asks if you want to go home, you completely deny it, insisting on staying for a little longer.

but there aren't many more tries until jungkook insists on taking you, at least, back into his best friend's house to sleep at the guest room, at least until the high wore off and he could drive the both of you home. you're too weak to resist on his offer. he makes sure to guide you with his warm hand through the stairs and corridors and he makes sure to help you get into the guest bed, choosing to lay down for a while with you. you let yourself be pampered even though if it was another you tonight you'd be complaining about him treating you like a baby.

his eyes demonstrate how you're his number one priority and his delicate fingers that help you fall asleep show consideration and dedication. his actions show you that even if the both of you were initially hanging out with all of your friends, nothing was as important as the both of you. he always prioritized your well-being just like you did with his. none of you are in a hurry; but you don't want to keep him even longer to yourself so you try to fall asleep faster, even though his intoxicating and incredibly delicious cologne was making it so difficult to concentrate. you have all the time in the world anyways, and he makes sure to remind you of that instead of paying attention to the screams downstairs of your friends who were already calling for the both of you.

he stays right beside you at all times and his mouth stays glued to your cheek, loving kisses being well received by you and your fluttering heart, while your free hand caresses his hand sitting right by the dip of your waist. who wouldn't fall asleep like this? you give up less than ten minutes later and even in your dreams, you show resistance when he tries to let go. jungkook has spoiled you in the most marvellous and addicting of ways, there's simply no way back.

gentle promises of coming back being left right by your ear are enough for your grip to let go so that he can get up, and he does, not before leaving as much kisses as he can. with one last look he turns the light off, gently and slowly closing the door just enough, finally leaving.

he knows his friends and hours of teasing are waiting for him once he comes back outside, but he doesn't really care about it. and as he sneaks to turn the volume of the music down, he takes all of the screams and the complains of his best friends, just as he expected, with a sheepish smile.

[♡] He feels like a fool once he realizes how distant the both of you'd gotten towards each other, your heavy schedules and demanding jobs drawing what felt like an immense and incredibly uncomfortable space between the both of you. It takes something as mundane as a meeting with his best friends to realize the both of you are not spending enough time together. There's this bitter taste that jealousy leaves on his mouth from feeling alone while being surrounded by his friends' girlfriends that he fails at getting rid of.

A celebration for his latest achievement was going on right outside on the terrace of your shared apartment yet he was hiding on the kitchen looking at your chat together and reminiscing about the last few days, realising that yes, maybe the both of you hadn't really been prioritizing your relationship, distractions bringing consequences that even if it sounds cheesy, he knows his heart can't take.

You're just working, he tries to remind himself and ground his thoughts, stopping his anxiety from running even further.

But his friends are not helping either, constantly asking about your whereabouts and how much longer until you come back; already used to seeing you by his side at all times and enjoying your company the most. It's not that the both of you were one of those cheesy couples that were on top of each other every second of the day, but after a couple months of dating and trusting each other to fully immerse into each other lives', there was indeed a turning point in which you and yoongi turned into a get 2 in 1 situation.

He understands. He understands the kind of pressure you're under these days, and that's why today he let himself be woken up to your delicate kisses and your magical hands even though he now realizes that trying to find refuge in something as unimportant as sex was like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. His thoughts make him realise that it's been so long since the last time he properly looked at you, or the fact that he's unable to figure out if you've grown an inch or two, or maybe if any gray hair has made a comeback after you pulled a few just the other night. All these epiphanies open his eyes completely to the reality that is missing you.

That's why his body acts faster than his own thoughts and not long after he finds himself picking up the keys to his car and his wallet from the table.

He knows that distance can destroy relationships in the most devastating of ways, but tonight he realises that there is more than enough time to talk about it and avoid something as tragic as losing you, to talk before the arguments and endless fights even dare to knock on his door. He's there in less than 20 minutes, and he's too busy to try to be nice with the receptionist, instead choosing to go up the elevator and call you in the meantime, trying to reach you. He would take the time to apologize profusely for his rude actions later.

"Darling, how is everything going?" your tired voice reaches his ear and he gets more impatient. He needs to see you. "I'm just finishing up. I know I shouldn't have taken so long, and I'm sorry. should I pick something sweet on the way?"

Do you even have any idea of what time it is? There's no use. Everything was already closing down, which means everyone was already at home seeking a well-deserved rest. Except for you.

"I'm here to pick you up." he says nothing more and nothing less. "What? But- the dinner? What happened?" you're startled and he hears a ruffle of paper sheets through the line.

The only light on the floor comes from your cubicle and his heart clenches uncontrollably at the thought of you being left alone tonight. "I really need to spend time with you." His voice makes you turn around and you have a worried expression on your face. but he shakes his head, hanging up his phone and quickly putting it back into his pocket. "I don't care if it's here. We need to be together."

"Are you okay? What's happening?" you get up and go up for a quick hug, even though his hands around your waist insist for you to stay longer and even closer to him. You can sense something wrong, and he hates the way apologies start tumbling from your lips when in reality, you're not at fault and you never were.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have missed dinner. I'm the worst, i-"

"Stop" your words stop on command and you look at him with shiny eyes. His hands reach for your cheeks and they caress your skin in the most delicate of ways, making you close your eyes for a second. "I missed you." it's something general and in no way he tries to incriminate you. "I missed us. it's just-" he sighs. "It feels like this is how it starts. First it's just a simple dinner, then, it's birthdays, and suddenly we're not sleeping together like.. together. We're just sharing a bed. And I wouldn't like that? Not at all. And I'm just talking shit right now because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to let go, you know?"

Your gentle smile and a big kiss to his lips help him to breathe better and to feel more relaxed, so do your arms around his waist.

"Let's go home?" you smile at him when he nods, and you quickly pack your belongings and put on your favourite coat. "Let's buy you the sweetest pastry we can find" you press your cheek to his shoulder to watch his smile from up close. He's so pretty.

[♡] it can be scary; the way flowers quickly bloom inside your chest at seeing him glowing with happiness and surrounded by his family, but you don't even care about it. you'd chastised yourself more than enough already for being a coward and not coming over sooner once you realised how easy-going everyone can be and how happy seokjin is to finally have someone by his side on sunday barbeques. realising that meeting the parents was nothing like you'd imagined yourself in your head was certainly a relief, and you were now hoping for this to become a regular thing; shared over a nice dinner at night in the middle of summer when lovely breezes are needed and appreciated the most, or during lazy brunches that shouldn't be labelled as lazy cause seokjin's mom will always make sure to prepare a whole buffet that rises to the occasion.

you finally get the answer to all of your questions regarding where does seokjin's out of this world charms come from.. and it's not a surprise to find his family as the culprit. every member of the kim family was charming and magnetic, and they all were so kind; they didn't hesitate to make you feel like home from the instant you arrived.

sitting at the table today feels like an honor you feel like you don't deserve. you're enamoured by the way both seokjin's parents are so loving towards each other and the way only seokjin can make his father laugh until he's panting with just a few words. there's so much love in this simple backyard and this was just a normal sunday afternoon for them.

it makes you realize that this is what you want for your happy ending. your whole life passing by and not a single regret because there's no time to even think about that; instead choosing to stay on the present and enjoy the moment with the man you now realise you want to be with forever. it's an idea it had never crossed your mind even though you can imagine yourself growing older with him, and it doesn't take too long for your mind to jump into a hundred different places with this simple dose of serotonin rushing through your body as a motivator.

you're lucky enough to be able to watch seokjin from a distance playing with his one and only niece; the tiny creature being lucky enough to be the first baby of the family and the most spoiled; and you watch the cute interaction between her and your boyfriend, who assists her while she tries to walk through the whole backyard, praises falling out of his mouth endlessly, laced with so much love and adoration just for her.

and when it's time to pick the table up and do the dishes in the kitchen, your heart beats faster from how happy you felt while sharing this few minutes with seokjin's mom and his sister-in-law, who don't forget to remind you that you were the first girl seokjin ever brought home, and even receiving a nice hug as an approval from his mom made you laugh with excitement.

"what are you ladies giggling so much about?" his arms embrace you from behind and he wastes no time in giving you a gentle smooch on the side of your face. you offer him a smile while drowning in the feeling that it is being so loved. his mom is looking at you both smiling from ear to ear, the nice velvety red lipstick adorning her lips enhancing her ageless beauty in the most graceful and classiest of ways.

it was once intimidating to even think about meeting his mother, the same one he'd described as the woman of his life and protector of his hopes and dreams, and now that you're sharing this moment with her too, you feel elated. he'd always talked about his mother dearly and you have the fondest memories of finding him in the morning having breakfast while avidly speaking with his mom about the changing seasons and the perfect plants to dress his apartment with.

leaving is not an easy task; his parents insisting for the both of you to stay a little longer and even if they fail at convincing seokjin (who had whined about not being able to spend more time with you during the day) they insist on the both of you taking some (if not most) of the leftovers from lunch. you both end up walking back to his apartment with the biggest smiles on your faces, your applecheeks sunkissed from how much time you'd spent out in the backyard..

yet you don't mind. cause seeing him in a different light, seeing how he had this certain glow in him that not even the shiniest of suns could replicate, made you realise how ready you are for taking another step into your relationship.

you realize that even if youre uncertain about the future and you don't know what might happen, you're not scared. his hand protecting yours was a reminder that whatever direction you were going, you'd do it together. always.

[♡] it is one thing to care about the people around you but it is another to be with your boyfriend at all times. your sweet and giving nature helped you define and demonstrate the amount of love you felt for him. and that's why today, even if you have your bag full of notes and pending stuff to do, you're still taking the 2-hour bus trip to visit your boyfriend, who'd informed you this morning how he'd fallen sick, and you most certainly know that his cold and fever are a mild consequence of how seasons are changing and he's not taking the proper care to face the weather.

and you don't mind how your hands burn and how they'd gotten red from how heavy the bags with takeout were and how little strength you had. what's wrong with running around to find the perfect soup and the best side dishes to go with just so that he can feel better? you knew it would cheer him up right away, even though you regret not having enough time to actually cook him, but this time around you truly couldn't find any time to do so. he'd get extra kisses instead.

arriving now at his apartment, the first thing you notice is him laying down with what you suppose is a wet cloth covering his eyes and the whole apartment drowned in darkness. you coo at hearing his whines, knowing well he just turned on them on like a switch after hearing you come in.

there was a time taehyung swore he could even fist fight a shark for you; tonight he's not even able to fight a headache and a bright white light.

"taehyung-ah" you murmur, and he hums, his arm instantly rising, searching for you.

and he doesn't respond until you're beside him, "baby, i'm so glad you're here" he pouts and barely gets up with the help of your arms, the weakness on his body making him instantly fall again backwards. it makes you feel guilty for not rushing here sooner, and you let him know, but he will not accept an apology, even less coming from you. in his eyes, you simply can't do anything wrong, that's why even feeling like shit, he takes the time to caress the back of your hand and bring you closer.

it's like magic. the way your body fits just right besides his, and his arms find safety on your waist. today he makes it a mission to lay his head on your chest, whimpers leaving his lips even though he starts to feel better now that you're here. he purs when your hands come up to his hair and ruffle it with extra care, and you're not surprised to find his forehead burning up.

and you're reminded of how needy he is when he rubs the side of his face on your boobs in a cheeky way. "you're not going to find the cure to your cold in there, babe" your giggles are interrupted once he hisses when his head reminds him of his predicament.

"can't blame a man for trying"

[♡] nothing feels better than a long shower after what felt like a really heavy humid day. and that's why you leave the bathroom humming to yourself in happiness and with a smile on your face, catching like a magnet the attention of your boyfriend, who was already waiting in bed for you, leaving his phone unattended to follow your every move, finally opening the duvet as a welcome right when you get close to get into bed with him.

one of the best rituals a couple can have is definitely night time after a long day being away from each other, and having him every night as your companion made you feel extremely happy and at ease, ready to seek full relaxation right by his side.

he seems to take on your good mood and smiles to himself, turning around on his side to properly look at you when you sit by his side. "what?" you ask, avoiding his gaze to not giggle in shyness. he still had that effect on you. so you make yourself busy by quickly moisturizing your legs. "nothing... you are pretty" he smiles at you and gets closer to leave an affectionate kiss on your arm. "and you're too" you quickly peck his lips before settling in bed, leaving your phone on the bedside table to finally get closer to him. he wastes no time on settling on top of you, his face lowering to sniff your hair in the most exaggerated of ways just to get an inevitable cackle from you. your arms try to get him away from you while you laugh, but you simply know that he won't budge. "what are you doing, love?!"

his mouth and his hot breath near your skin makes you move your head to the side to stop him from going further and stop the tingling feeling on your skin, but jungkook was already an expert when it came to you, and one thing you couldn't do was escape from his irresistible kisses.

"can't i show a little appreciation for my woman?" he seems playfully offended with your question, and as he says that, his cheeky hands start exploring until one of them is pushing down the straps of your silky top, his soft lips instantly finding home on the fresh skin of your shoulder. and it feels delicious, your hands by reflex instantly looking for the hairs in the back of his neck while the sounds leaving your mouth are the best kind of praise he could ever receive.

he has you screeching his name when he playfully bites one of your clavicles, but before you can scold him, the quick pitter patter of those paws you'd grown used to hearing for these past few days gets closer and closer until it sits on the bed, taking half of the surface with it. "bahm-ie, dad is fine! leave!" he tries to shush him away with just his arm, trying to keep going with his little scheme but the puppy was still standing tall with his chest out like a soldier, a worried frown on his face looking at his owner. it was an adorable sight.

"you know the rules" no sex in front of the dog. you pat his arm and he whines for a little until he gets off of you, a frown on his face as he turned around to face his new adorable puppy. "fine" jungkook doesn't even finish extending his hands but it's enough of a signal for the puppy to walk and kick all over both of your legs until he's right by jungkook's side. just two seconds with his gigantic form on top of the bed was already making the queen size bed feel incredibly small.

"he's too young to watch his dad get into action, anyway" so he's going to let you be all hot and bothered because of the dog? "jungkook!" now it's your time to whine as you see him get ready to cuddle with his puppy, his back facing you. you sigh in frustration when he doesn't seem to budge, giggling away while you're looking at him incredibly offended, a little bit hot and bothered maybe.

"the both of you will pay for this, sooner or later." you say as you turn off the switch of your beside lamp. they definitely will.

[♡] It's not until everything slows down and you both lay tangled upon each other, that you realize how much you love him. As your bodies try to seek full relaxation, you don't mind the ache in your legs and the marks on your hips cause it was mere proof of how he had given himself to you tonight. He had demonstrated how much you meant to him in the most special and pleasurable of ways, different than the other occasions in which the both of you spent the night together.

Getting to know Kim Namjoon was like falling through an endless rabit hole, in the most positive of ways, cause who wouldn't fall for his charms and his looks? His kindness? All about his personality? You realize that even if you'd promised yourself to someone else, it was the biggest mistake of your life and he was the one who you truly belong to.

And as you lay on his chest you’re able to feel the kind of comfort you needed after one of the most tiring weeks of all; and it feels like the world stopped the minute you stepped into this hotel suite; your own little universe in between these four walls.

And you know it's not right. It simply isn't. But fate was cruel to the both of you, and the pain of not being together after realizing you both were the one for each other, was even worse.

You both know that your phones (on silent mode) are probably blowing up cause you both were too powerful and your lives were full of responsibilities you both had decided to leave behind, on hold until you both had the strength to continue. He reminds you that there isn’t much time to spend together after the deed is done, but he cannot find it in himself to get up and get dressed to leave, instead he keeps still and he takes the time to stroke your delicate skin, his strong hands wandering from the back of your neck to your lower back. Neither of you is ready, but it was time to go back to your usual lives.

"I don't want to go.." you whine. Being trained all your life to not insist, to not beg nor need something more than yourself always stopped you from really expressing your feelings to him, but tonight you make an extra effort to do so. You hadn't been swayed by his money, power or reputation but his simplicity behind closed doors, and it took two months working on a project between the both of you to fall deeply in love with each other.

And tonight he confessed his love for you. You’re surprised because those three simple words and their real sincerity were unbeknownst to you, a territory you were always too weary to cross, but this time around, it felt right. It suddenly felt okay to feel what you feel, and it was okay because he was there to pick up the pieces you’d kept to yourself all these years.

He’d made an extra effort to understand the puzzle that you were and solved it effortlessly, and you had gladly gifted your heart to him the second you felt the kind of security he could only provide to you.

“No one ever told me they loved me before.” it was your opportunity to open up even more to him, and you know his silence is considerate and sincere, it gives him the time to think about his words carefully, trying to avoid letting you down.

"Well.. I love you. I mean it." it’s simple and to the point, an irrefutable fact, and it’s enough to make you get up to really look at him. His eyes inmediately search for you and one hand gets up to trace the diamond necklace he had specially bought for you, the one you wore tonight to one of the most important business meetings, knowing it was a sign you both only could understand, a sign that you were truly his, even though the man that had been faster in puting a ring on your finger was sitting beside you and in front of him. "More than whoever made you feel so scared."

And so the night ends and the both of you end up getting up anyways, ready to face the world. When you get ready to leave he takes extra care of you, even pulling up the zipper on the back of your dress, his hands cheekily wandering on parts of your body that make you blush and giggle with happiness. You love him. You do. And the words tumble clumsily out of your mouth because it still is something so new and out of the ordinary, something you're not used to saying. He offers you the biggest most reassuring smile through the mirror and he takes it upon himself to turn you around and put his hands around your head to hold you.

When he says it back, he watches the way your delicate eyes close and you give him a smile, and he suddenly feels this unbelievable warmth inside his chest. he'd never felt this before. "don't break my heart, hm?" you smile at him and fix his crisp black suite, removing any imperfection intruding on the expensive material. it's the only way you can think now of showing him how much you love him.

And when you turn around to pick your bag, he searches for your hand. "You deserve so much better, even better than this" he makes it a mission to assure you, but you only offer him a shrug of your shoulders, you know what he means, but to you it doesn't matter at all. Even one minute of his time meant so much to you. "I promise i'm going to give it to you."

  [♡] “let’s have breakfast together”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think they’re needed

word count: 1.5k

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thinking about when was the last time he had the opportunity to truly look at you makes him realise about how the time keeps going by unapologetically.

it's been so long, and the only difference compared to the last time is the lack of infatuation towards you, the lack of the influence of the honeymoon phase. he remembers loving looking at you while you got pretty, prettier than you already were. there was a time where even the sweet perfume you always wear made him feel jittery and warm inside once you were near him. even if he tried to really think about it, he doesn't remember when the indifference started, when the both of you started to do your own thing and stopped caring about each other. he now looks at you sitting in your vanity and feels intimidated, feels dread when thinking of speaking to you, your coldness and how distanced you'd gotten through the years not helping him at all.

the peachy blush highlighted the apple of your cheeks and made your face look warmer, even though you'd grown to be one of the coldest and most serious people he'd ever met, he remembers perfectly and knows the kind of warmth that blooms in your chest every time you see simple things that make you happy. there was a time that cold facade always remained outside of your apartment and personal lives, until it didn't. maybe that's one of the reasons he'd gotten so far away from you.

in one of the deepest compartments of his brain he saves the memory of meeting you in college and enjoying the you that you were, the way you'd been and how you weren't as ruthless as you were today in your home and in your workspace. how your smiles weren't a rare occasion but an every day blessing. today you both are barely able to sleep in the same bed together and it's just for the sake of the proof of what was the love you both had for each other, probably in the kitchen waiting for the both of you to come out.

as much as he'd grown used to the bitter feelings towards you brewing on the surface every day, he will never try and deny how perfect and beautiful you were, how in some ways you'd aged like the most delicate and perfect wine, how your taste in fashion had grown to be so chic and sophisticated, the pieces of black fabric always looking marvellous on your skin and how you'd gone from a natural lip gloss to the darker more matte lipstick you'd grown to love, accentuating your pretty and delicate face. and his favourite; how your perfect curves adapted to your nicest black pencil skirts, always hugging your waist perfectly, the jeans that you would always wear with everything in college being long forgotten. he’d grown immune to your charms, just for the sake of not feeling the pain that comes with not being able to touch you anymore.

your cold gaze towards him when you faintly notice his figure sitting on the bed behind you reminds him of a certain love that barely manages to exist, but this time around he was willing to try to set the flame alight again. he was willing to fix whatever needed to be fixed, he wanted to give back the family that was unfairly taken away from your daughter, willing to try to go back to the days where your love was a mere example that miracles of finding the right companion can happen.. and he wanted his little Hanee to see the both of his parents happy and able to stay for more than 10 minutes in the same room. he would never deny a chance of pure happiness to his dearest and most perfect creation.

that's why he mutters your name, through his croaky voice and his eyes almost closed from how tired he was and how little sleep he had gotten because of the words, pleads from his daughter last night over a shared dinner without you. little communication leads to unknown responses and different reactions, that's why you're shocked to hear his voice, and annoyed instantly because it feels like he's looking for another fight, it feels like your name doesn't belong on his tongue and he's about to scold you, and a slight angry warmth spreads through your chest.

and when you turn around to truly look at him, he knows your mind is racing at ten miles per hour and you’re probably putting your barriers up, how you’re probably ready to spit some venom at him just like the both of you got used to doing almost every day.

"what?" you ask in return, and you knit your eyebrows in the way he'd grown to absolutely hate the most. he wants to groan and maybe demand for you to drop the bitter and nasty attitude towards him because he was putting everything aside and willing to bet on the both of you again, to bet on a better future. and he wanted you beside him on the same page too. so that's why he doesn't comment on the way you’re impatiently waiting, like the seconds of your time were a privilege you were not willing to give him.

"let's have breakfast together."

you turn around once again and he has the perfect view of your freshly just made sharp curls, your silky hair shining even through the blinding lights of the vanity sitting pretty on one side of the dark room. if it were another you and another him, he would've already mentioned how pretty you look today, he'd maybe be beside you leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones, but today the both of you were already far away and not willing to get closer, the distance between the bed and the vanity barely being enough.

you get up from your spot and the sound of your high heels are sharp and ruthless, surrounding the whole room.

"i don't have breakfast. we don't at all"

and he's aware of that. life had gotten in the way and both of your schedules were so busy and what once started as an essential and necessary ritual between the both of you, ended up being a burden. a burden you weren't willing to go through first thing in the morning, instead choosing to eat something wherever you were and depending on what the both of you were doing.

he hates having breakfast. but he risks asking anyway and it's a peace offering you simply weren't aware nor couldn't see when he mentioned it.

you pick up the expensive bag sitting pretty in one of the stray chairs around the room and get ready to leave anyways, your rejection and the hurried sounds of your jewelry being jolted around with your sharp moves feeling like a slap in his face.

you try to leave, like every morning without looking back nor saying anything, yet his reflexes are quicker than yours and his hand ends up around your forearm, stopping you from going farther.

you almost jump in the spot from the shock of feeling his touch around one of your limbs after so long, a touch you’d grown to miss very deep in your heart, and that’s why you face him with widened eyes and what was the start of a labored breath. he's tired to even pick up a fight about whatever was happening between the both of you, but he’ll still try.

"have a great day at work, yeah?" this time around his determined gaze trying to meet your eyes intimidates you, so you try to avoid it in any way possible, and you stutter for a second he was barely able to catch.

was kindness something so lost and distant between the both of you?

he lets go the second you try to free yourself from him, not giving up a fight. he looks at you fix your attire once again like he'd pinned you to the ground even if you were fine, giving you the time to recompose yourself, and he gets reminded once again of the times where quickies before work were a common thing and you'd always leave fixing your clothes with a smile in your face. how many things had he taken for granted before losing that special connection with you?

"I have a car waiting for me." you mutter and keep going towards the door of your bedroom.

he doesn't say anything back, instead drowning on the noise of the door opening and closing shortly after.

he will keep trying, his only motivation being knowing well that you still have feelings for him, just as he does for you. hatred might blind the both of you temporarily, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel he's willing to reach just for the sake of saving his family, and being able to get his first and only love back.

A/N: this is my first time writing something relatively long and i’m really nervous about posting it, so pls let me know abt your opinions hehe <3 i’m always grateful for the kind support i always get on my tiny timestamps.. so this is a huge step for me. thank you if you’re reading! <3

[♡] date nights always made his heart feel jittery, specially when it's been a full month since the last time he saw you. the candles have been carefully rearranged as many times as he can remember and he had now moved onto carefully watching the steak currently in the oven every 2 seconds, just to make sure it was perfect. you deserved perfection, thats what he had told himself over and over again as he started making dinner.

he was nervous, and the elegant glass of wine that was keeping him company till you arrive was just now helping him slow down. he hadn't seen you in so long; he had been understanding of your situation as your practices were getting harder and longer, and he knew you'd understand his work situation too, so you both decided to do your own thing, respecting each other's boundaries and limits until you were able to reunite again. you both were able to overcome this sudden distance by communication and understanding, nevertheless he still missed you, he craved your touch and he missed the feeling of being able to be near you, to be the first one to wake up and make breakfast for the both of you and to hear the random facts that you would always spill on random times of the day. he was used to his life routine, as insane and tiring as it was, but all this time without you made it 10x times harder.

the first hello gets him the right amount of emotional. it feels like heaven and you look like it too; your soft hair in between his tattooed hands and your beautiful child-like giggle resounding in his ears. he feels at peace.

and he's grateful to share a lovely meal tonight, his food untouched because he didn't think he would be able to do two things at a time; to listen to your stories and news and eat. so that's why he decides to scoot over and look at you as if it was the last time; his bulky hands holding yours in an overprotective way. he missed you; the smooth feeling of your skin around his hands making him remember all of the beautiful memories he shared with you in an instant.

at the end of the dinner you are the one who makes the first move. he sighs in relief when you sit on his lap and round your arms around his neck, your breath colliding with his face and he cannot help but beg for you to kiss him; and the second he says that he thinks he's screwed, because the look you give him before getting closer makes him fall in love with you all over again.

[♡] there's no point on denying how you still struggled to let your guard down even when the both of you were alone. you were 2-months into the relationship yet it still felt like every day you spent with him was one of your first ones. your hand still didn't feel confident enough to take his, and feeling his hand on your waist at night after one of your dinner dates still made you giggle like a school girl and blush like a tomato.

and tonight, first night spent between the both of you, you are taking a few more minutes looking at the mirror making sure the pajamas you'd carefully chosen weren't too revealing. you had turned around in the mirror at least a thousand times to make sure you didn't have your whole butt out (just a sneaky peek), arranged your hair in a way that the apple of your cheeks didn't look to big or your nose too long, and hid the little armpit fat you'd grown to hate so much. you had never tried that much for someone; not for anyone actually. but this time around you were so in love... so in love. you were nervous, nervous because you still didn't know how deep his love for you was, and if it was unconditional. but at the end of the day you knew he would only see perfection in what you see as imperfections. it's crazy enough to feel so elated because of love, and you mentally slapped yourself for overthinking so much to make yourself crazier.

two knocks on your door make you know that he's waiting for you. "babe, you okay?" he asks, and you shiver. he's that good. you're that in love. your body always reacts before you can even process anything. "coming out in a min!"

and it turns out that even if you come out with your previously worn clothes in your arms to hide your body from him, he still looks at you with a smile that makes you think "fuck it" and leave your clothes on the floor forgotten just to feel his arms around you in his really expensive and comfortable bed.

you'd think tomorrow about the consequences of not putting enough deodorant since namjoon takes his last minutes awake to inform you his a.c is broken and that's why he cannot cuddle you throughout the entire night.

it was all good. for now.

[♡] you could spend all day trying to even get a grasp of all the advantages that came with hoseok quickly becoming one of the main characters in your life. it was the mere existence of simple details that gave you purpose and made you belong to him; to be the receiver of his first call in the morning, to be on the receiving end of his love and affection, and definitely to be able to call him yours. and your favourite: the way his hand radiated so much warmth, and would fit perfectly around your waist, reminding you that he was there, for you.

you were so loved by him, in every way. your love for him consumed you and defined you in many ways. and tonight, when you're on your knees, no bra on and panting from the effort that it takes to show him your appreciation, you're reminded once again that you are his favourite girl. and you love to hear that, you love to hear how his praises and love to feel his fingers guiding you while his other hand stays intertwined with yours in a simple act of affection.

you were his only girl. his favourite girl.

[♡] "how can i help you?" his deep voice right by your ear makes the hair behind your neck stand tall and proud, and a shiver runs down your body when he runs his long fingers through your skin, finally positioning themselves at your shoulders, lightly massaging them.

you can feel his chin really close to you and you notice the way he whispers the words in front of him while reading, your biochemistry book intimidating him inmediately. you laugh when you notice he gets up in an instant. "i'm sorry baby, but that's hard.." he sounds kind of sad and you give him a tiny smile, looking up to find him giving you one of those pouts you love so much. "i know.." you mutter, and you slightly caress the hands on your shoulder. "thank you though" he gives you a quick hug with all of his will and you laugh at the sudden jolt of movements, your face full of his dark curls. "tae!" you chuckle once again when he gives you the fattest smooch on your cheek, a tiny peck on your lips joining afterwards.

"i'm lending you all of my strength to get through it, i love you so much"

[♡] if the rare occasions that both of your schedules lined up felt like incredible, both of your vacations lining up felt like heaven itself. you were just coming back from a one-week trip you'd spent all alone, and you still had one more week left till you had to go back to work. this time around yoongi was incredibly clingy to you, which was rare. from how he insisted on picking you at the airport and then treating you to dinner, to the mind-blowing treat he was in bed and now waking up tangled in his arms, you have never felt better. that was until you remembered half of his schedules, realising now that he was probably putting off work just to be with you. and you wouldn’t allow it.

that’s why he whines when you lift the covers up, the light breeze coming from the window you opened a few minutes ago making him instantly shiver. "yah! you have to go to work." you try to pull one of his hands to get him up but fail miserably at doing so when he doesn’t even move one inch from the bed, and you hit his arm playfully when he looks at you with a smirk on his stupid cute face.

this is what you reap for spending too much time together on the weekend and now he doesn't want to go to work. "I can take a few more days off! They owe me from those weeks back in two thousand something.." you whine this time when he brings you closer to him when he pulls extra hard. "You can come back once you finish two songs." "I don't even have one prepared!" he whines back at you, the shiver in your body provoked by a combination of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck and his raspy deep voice.

"Yes you do! You have a shit ton of requests. Sort that out and then you can come back" you push his chest and he whines with a chuckle from the pain.

" ... You promise?"

"I promise. Finish at least two songs and write a couple more and then you can come back here" he seems to take your words seriously, and it takes him two minutes to get up and put on some clothes.

He comes back four hours later, eager to come back to you and be with you, a pendrive on his hand with a winning smirk on his face. You end up cooking dinner while hearing his latest projects, happy and loving kisses being shared all throughout the evening.

[♡] he will never forget the way his heart stopped beating when he saw you coming out of work crying your heart out, and he lets you cry, even though his arms itched to hug you and he felt desperate to feel you even closer, he knew you needed your time to recompose and you never liked to be hugged unless you asked for.

and when he takes you to your favourite restaurant for date night, after a few silent minutes interrupted by your occasional sniffling, to hear your shy chuckles after a dumb joke that spilled from his lips, felt relieving, to say the least. he cleans the last set of tears still showing on the apple of your cheeks and with both hands gently pushes your hair behind your shoulders to let your cheeks breathe a little, a tiny shiver overtaking your body for a moment as a response.

"i love you so much, please don't ever cry again. you break my heart into a million pieces when you do" you nod to his words with another sniff and smile to him once he starts bringing bits and pieces of his food to the plate in front of you.

and seokjin makes sure that you leave the restaurant with your stomach full of food and feeling like things could get better, his arm around your shoulders letting you know that you're safe, at least when you're with him.

[♡] "baby, come on! i'm winning!" he says, his laugh laced with pure happiness. you roll your eyes at him, fixing your work clothes in the mirror one last time, hurriedly spraying perfume on your neck, ready to go out.

the both of you had decided to have an spontaneous karaoke session in the middle of the day, and you had been having so much fun while having an almost brunch-like meal, but now, he was staying while you had to go to work, and it was hard, because he was so pretty today, his hair ruffled just the way you liked and he was in such a good mood, everything was perfect. but you couldn't stay with him, not even a chance. your brain had worked ten times harder than your heart to convince you of that.

"i love you so much, give me a kiss" you interrupt his extra note changes and grab his both cheeks with one hand, his lips puckering up, ready to reciprocate your kiss. "mwah!" he exaggeratedly exclaims and smiles once he hears your chuckles. "have a great day, baby" his bunny smile is the last thing you see from your living room once you close your apartment door.

fuck.

[♡] arriving home after a long day was one of the best feelings in the world. nothing compared to being able to feel the weight of your shoulders leaving once you closed your front door, but definitely the biggest highlight of it all was being able to share that moment of the day with your boyfriend.. seeing his messy sneakers with a little “suga” written in the sole making your arrival feel even sweeter.. and when you waddled to the kitchen, ignoring for now the pain that was a mere consequence of you deciding today of all days to break-in your new shoes, you could not be more glad to see him lazily making himself a nice cup of tea.

"hey stranger" he mutters, while concentrating on his cup. wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his waist. "thank you" you whisper while holding his body as tight as you can, burying your cheek on his back, the scent of his cologne making you melt right in that spot. the comfort and heat he radiated from his skin making you forget about your day and all your worries. "what for?" he asks. "for being you" you can hear his light chuckle that always appears when he's flustered, making your heart feel full.

[♡] "Oh, thank god you're here" he says after you let yourself in. You'd never been in his studio before, but he had texted you to come by urgently, followed by a passcode that would let you get in. It was unkown territory and a little bit intimidating really, but at the same time, you were already loving the fact that there is a whole room full of him, his cologne in the air making you feel warm inside.

"Are you okay? I was so worried" by the looks of it, he had exaggerated a bit, that's what you were seeing. He had all of his limbs intact, so what was happening?

"Yeah, I just want to leave." he gets up in a nonchalant way, like he hadn't scared the fuck out of you with his texts, and you weren't panting from having to almost run from the subway that's 4 blocks from here. And you weren't a runner, either. He was going to pay for this.

Seeing him put on his jacket gives you a view of not only him but the computer standing right beside him, in the center of a combination of multiple speakers that you don't really know about. "Are you not going to finish that?" you look at the computer that had multiple tabs open, his work in progress just being left like that.

"I want to eat" he simply says. He looks at himself in the tiny mirror beside him and puts his beanie on, ready to leave. Is he kidding?

Before he could pass beside you, you lay your hand right on his chest, stopping him from moving forward. "Aren't you forgetting something?" you look at him with a questioning look. He instantly pouts his lips, and leaves a tiny peck on yours.

Yeah, that'll do for now.

[♡] "can she come in with me?" if you didn't know him well enough, you wouldn't be able to notice the excitement in his voice at the prospect of you joining him on his tattoo appointment.

with a certain nod from his friend, the one who was tattooing him ever since his skin met ink for the first time, you went inside the room, deciding that the little stool in the corner was enough, still nervous about seeing him in such a vulnerable way. you knew his tattoos were important and super personal to him, something you rarely talked about because he was entitled to have a little privacy about them, and it made you feel flattered, almost honored in a way to be allowed in something that for him can be so precious.

jungkook easily took his shirt off for the tattoo artist to be able to easily access the inner part of his bicep, only for you to cover the other half of his body, scared of his skin turning even whiter because of how cold it was in here, making the both of them laugh at how protective you can be. the security camera in the corner, almost too near the chair he was sitting in, turning into your temporary enemy.

and even if you were holding too much stuff, like your heavy coat and his, both of your bags and his phone and yours, you still scrambled to be even closer to him to just hold his hand when he reached out for you.. smiling at seeing him a bit drowsy from the whole thing. the almost sleepy smile he gave you while grabbing your hand made you feel dizzy from how crazy the butterflies in your stomach started to turn. you were so in love with him.

[♡] it was the last time you were seeing your jimin in a long time. he was having a tour overseas with his group and he was coming back in almost two months.

all the families were in the waiting room of the airport, saying goodbyes and taking pictures with their loved ones since they weren't going to see them in a really long time. you were sitting beside him, helping get his backpack organized with the help of his mother, who was also one of your favourite people in the world.

you were feeling nervous and kind of sad to see him leaving again, but you knew that crying in front of him would only make things worse, so the only thing you decided to do was to help him with everything before he had to go. as he looked down at your trembling hands and your laboured breath as you finished putting everything in its place, he looked at you with a reassuring kind of goofy smile, and took your cold hands into his warm ones.

"are you going to miss me, jagi?" he asks pulling you onto his side, and you cannot help but place your head in his shoulder. "i am" you answer in a whisper almost impossible to hear, but not for him. "i promise i'll send you a lot of pictures and we'll talk everyday. i'll tell every single person i meet about how i have the coolest and most caring girlfriend in the world" he says with an enthusiast tone, making you smile and ease the pain that was building inside of your heart and stomach. "are you going to tell your coworkers about how you have the coolest boyfriend in the world?" he teasingly asks, and you look at him. "they alredy know, i've been screaming about it since the first day we've been together, jiminie"

and the last minutes you spent with him were full of jokes and teasing words, wishing you could stay by his side at all times, but also feeling your heart a little bit more at ease, ready to let him go. as the managers announced they should get ready to board the plane, he said his goodbyes and when he hugged you for the last time, his hyung, namjoon, took him by his collar and made him let go of you, making both of you laugh.

"i promise you, we'll bring him home safe and sound" namjoon says directly to jimin's mom and also to you, with a confident smile on his face.

[♡] he felt so upset by how it was almost the fourth consecutive night that he had to cancel your usual dinners together. work was beating his ass but at least he was trained to endure it, and at the end of the day, the only thing that truly made his heart feel heavy, was the fact that you'd probably end up feeling sad and disappointed by his unavailability and complications of his work schedule, something that no matter the situation he had no control of.

it had certainly been a problem before, and he can recall a fair share of girls who ended up resenting him for it, and even if he tried to convince himself that you're really different from them, the lack of confidence on your relationship itself still made his shoulders feel heavy. would this relationship fail too?

as he finally got out of the building, tie on his hand and the first few buttons of dress shirt undone, he spotted you on the seats near the fountain, waving at him with the biggest smile on your face.

"joonie!" he only had a few seconds to react because you were right by his side in less than a moment, linking your arms together and your eyes looking at him like he was the most precious thing to see. it made him instantly blush. "i brought you food! you're working so hard" you gush at him, stopping the walk to give him a smooch on his cheek, the blush on his face intensifying.

"are you okay?" he hadn't had the chance to speak but his heart started racing when you looked at him with worry in your eyes, scanning his face and smoothing his hair with your warm hands.

the dimple smile he gave you brought butterflies to your stomach. "i'm so glad you're here" carefully grabbing your wrist, he gives you the faintest most delicate kiss there and finally links both of your hands together, decided on walking to the car that was parked not too far from there, instantly asking you about your day, wanting to know everything about it.

[♡] "You've been a bad girl, woman" he says with his busan satoori on full force. "Hands where i can see them, ma'am"

It was going to be the most perfect planned night. He had planned everything, from the food your baby was going to eat so that she could fall asleep as quick as possible, to the costume he was wearing and the handcuffs in his hands that he had stolen from his best friend Jimin, an actual cop. But he didn’t exactly steal it, more like borrowed it since he was on his honeymoon and Jungkook was in charge of taking care of his house while he was absent, handcuffs he had surprisingly found in Jimin’s bedroom. 

You end up giggling when he finally latches the handcuffs behind your back after a little bit of struggle and he whines. "Yah! Stay in character" it was amusing to hear him stomp his feet, almost like he was throwing a fit.

It was jungkook's idea of doing this roleplay. He wanted to spice up your sex life after having your first daughter, and the first thing that came to his mind was to roleplay, since the sir and daddy kink 'thingy' made him giggle like a schoolgirl.

"Sorry, sorry" you try to hide your amused smile as you felt him pressed against you, holding onto the handcuffs with one hand and the other one making sure your front was glued to the wall.

"you're gonna have to come with me" he announces once again, in character. "you have the right to remain silent and anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of our bed.."

[♡] you were well aware of jeongguk's really great features and body proportions and how all the mothers would melt at the sight of him in the waiting area of the ballet class of your daughter. He had told you the many times he had caught them staring and how he quite enjoyed it, so you weren't surprised at how he went all out with his outfit when he had to go, some nice fitting jeans and a nice shirt that would always make you melt, and you weren't even surprised at how he didn't even try to hide the smirk on his lips as he arrived and said good afternoon to the group of ladies with a deep tone that accentuated his busan satoori, the one you were now immune to it after all these years (except when you were doing adult stuff), and would actually make you laugh. it was amusing to see how the ladies stopped the things they were previously doing just to see him be.

"Hey, superstar, we're here to see your daughter, this is not a fashion show" you quickly whispered in his ear as you pinched his ass cheek, making him feel flustered and making it impossible to hold back a chuckle.

[♡] seokjin is a very considerate person. he knows there are times where it's bound to happen that you guys fight. maybe this time around the fight was too big and maybe a little bit deep. one thing he had to admit though, was that he was never able to find anything to attack you with, he would just stay silent and nod to the things you said. and by the time you left to cool off to the other side of the apartment, his heart was heavy with the stupid words you said and he couldn't even force a smile out of him.

but he knew you would come around. even though he knew you were mad, he made sure you knew that he was waiting for you in the living room with some fresh food, a warm blanket and a drama playing on the TV, just like on normal nights. he knows that when he asks you to join him, the first time you are always going to say no. he knew he had to wait for you to come back by your own means.

and when you sat by his side with tear stained rosy cheeks and a runny nose, he didn't say a word. instead, he moved his plate by the center of the coffee table and gave you the pair of chopsticks he had already prepared for you.

[♡] You looked one more time at your phone just to see if you had missed amy other important message but found absolutely nothing. jungkook had called you last minute and told you to get up from bed and wait for him at your doorstep because he was on his way. that was almost an hour ago. the slightly cold breeze was starting to annoy you since you weren't properly dressed for the night and you were pretty sure your doorman was starting to think you were crazy because you hadn't moved one inch ever since you got down from your apartment.

just as you started to doze off the loud and annoying noise of a motorbike's engine woke you up. next thing you know, jungkook is setting one feet on the ground and taking a helmet of his head, the angle providing you a great view of his neck veins and his soft silky black hair.

"seriously?" you asked. completely unamused. he spent the last few months talking about getting a bike, but you were almost sure he wasn't going to..

"hey baby!" he exclaims happily in a cheery tone. "like my new toy?" just as he finished his question he changed his teasing smile to one of his many dorky expressions. how could you not love him?

"i am not getting on that, i'm telling you right now."