[] "can She Come In With Me?" If You Didn't Know Him Well Enough, You Wouldn't Be Able To Notice The

[♡] "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.

[♡] "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.."

  [♡] “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

[♡] 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.

[♡] 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.

[♡] 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"