This...! I Love This More Than Anything Else, Lindy Youre Such A Good Writer, Like Hell, I Would Not

This...! I love this more than anything else, lindy you’re such a good writer, like hell, i would not tease him, but the idea is tempting, i discovered something and it makes me happy that i read this fic, thankyou so much for writing this. Tumblr writers should write more of fics like this!

repentance - knj | m

now, let’s imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking,  Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks.  here it is.  The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf.  i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy​ for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc.  i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo.  this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t!  thank you for believing in me lmfao.  pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all.  Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio.  You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules.  Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively.  Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

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RECOMMENDED MAFIA AU💣

hello, hello! here are my mafia au - atz, bts & nct recs! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers💝

requested by anon (these are the ones that i have read more than once and have a soft spot for! theres a whole lot since i enjoy reading mafia fics so for now, i will leave out the summaries just so that the post wont be tooooooo long!)

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

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No matter how many times I’ve read this fic, I still keep coming back, because I love CEO au’s, let’s be honest, and second, husband yoongi just hits different to my soft heart! 🥺 I love this one shot so much that I would want a whole series, this is so good, especially the way it is written, also the way yoongi protects her behind the scenes is just so sexy, I loved & love every bit of this fic, thankyou for writing this.

Satin Dresses & Silk Ties

Part Of: ‘Suits & Ties: A Sope Collab(18+).’ Collaboration Masterlist | @sugakookitty

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Credit for Banner: Dee Dee 💜 @sugakookitty

Summary: Being the wife of a world famous CEO can be tough - there’s always press, media, paparazzi, public appearances, reputation, all that. But when you’re the wife of an insanely attractive CEO? Watch out for online threats, insulting social media posts, and ridiculously high social standards. Oh wait, you’re also the COO of your husband’s company? Oh dear… At least your husband knows how to make you relax at the end of the day.

Genre: CEO!AU, Office!AU, Marriage!AU, Established Relationship!AU, Fluff, Fluff-Smut, Slight Angst

Pairings: CEO! Min Yoongi x COO! Reader, CEO! Min Yoongi x Wife! Reader, Husband! Min Yoongi x COO! Reader, Husband! Min Yoongi x Wife! Reader

Warnings: Cursing/Swearing, Death Threats, Dangerous Behaviour/Mindset (The Wives are Just a Little But Crazy), Mild Cyber Warfare (Just Some Hacking), Smut, Graphic Mentions of Past Sexual Activities, Rough/Mildly Possessive Sex, Mild Inclusions of Vanilla Sex

Word Count: 2,314

Written: January 2, 2021, Posted: March 31, 2022

Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Owner of a multibillion dollar company. He’s also attractive and young, the perfect package. To most women, it doesn’t even matter that he’s married. As far as they’re concerned, he’s free game to flirt with. They’re always praying and hoping he’ll leave his wife even though deep down, they know they’re wrong.

The only threat they see, is that Min Yoongi’s wife helps him run his company. She’s high on the food chain and is, unfortunately for them, a woman who’s not just successful, but also extremely attractive. She is Yoongi’s other half, something they notice when they look at the young CEO. They can tell he didn’t just marry her for her looks or for a business deal, he married her for love. Min Yoongi was a genuine man after all, and he didn’t try to hide it, from his speech patterns with people he did and didn’t like, all the way to his mannerisms no matter how many eyes were on him.

Min Yoongi didn’t believe in fake personas. He was the embodiment of authenticity, and if he didn’t like you, you would promptly be made aware of it.

And Min Y/N, oh, Min Y/N does not fade into the background, either. She is one of the most sought after women in the world. Absolutely gorgeous and extremely intelligent, she makes heads turn on the street and in the galas and events she attends.

She’s a person who works extremely hard and values integrity and honesty as well as trust and loyalty. She wears her name with pride and is open about how special her bond with her husband is.

She is always first in clarifying that any achievements made in their company is due to the hard working employees and likewise, Yoongi never fails to credit that any accomplishment made by the heads of organization are always the result of a special kind of teamwork that comes from his and his wife’s love.

“No award is ever the accomplishment of one person alone,” Yoongi remembers his wife stating in an interview, “there’s so many people and so many minds at work here, most of which you cannot see when unveiling the final product. But it does not mean they are not or never were there.”

Y/N also remembers very clearly a statement made by Yoongi in the same interview. “My wife is not to be discredited in any way.” He had retorted to the interviewer who had tried to paint his wife as someone who did not contribute to the company other than her looks, “She inspires me, just as I inspire her. We are like two gears, both needing to support each other in order to keep living and moving. You stop one, you also stop the other, which means you stop the entire machine from moving ever again.”

Min Yoongi was protective of his wife. That same interview had ended in Yoongi grabbing her hand and storming out after that final statement accompanied by a threat at the interviewer to never insult his wife ever again. It must also be kept in mind that similar to this lie many other incidents resulting in a very angry Yoongi followed by a night of rough and yet sensual sex to calm you both down and give you time to ravish each other endlessly with whispers and promises of love being thrown into the comfort of the night where nobody except the two of you can hear them.

These instances of public statements, - all of these statements made openly where you both talk of your love and get lost in each other as if the rest of the world has simply disappeared, - these are the moments that end up fueling the other women who sought Yoongi as well as the men who want Min Y/N. They want what you give each other and they’re desperate enough to the point where they’d do dangerous things get it.

This time, however, it was a particular group of women, - other wives of millionaires and billionaires who always spend time together, - who decided to take their desires to a dangerous level.

Seeing as Y/N is either always protected or near Yoongi, these women have only one other option to hurt her - messages. Messages through letters, digital messages, emails, notes on her desk at her work, and even special deliveries with handwritten notes.

They started arriving about a month ago for the first time. And when the first one came to your desk, you brushed it off soon enough. It wasn’t the first time that you’d ever received these kinds of threats so you knew it wouldn’t mean anything. But it wasn’t just one person this time, and it wasn’t going to stop at two or three. You were starting to soon get multiple each day, and you were getting them everywhere. Spams in your work email, fifteen more in your personal inbox, letters in the daily mail, it was getting to you slowly.

You had already told Yoongi when the first ones came through, so he was aware of the whole situation and how it had escalated. His eyes could see the patterns in the digital emails with the repeated sets of language sequences and you could match the same sets of handwritings in all of the handwritten letters and notes. You both were also able to cross reference and match the language tones in the digital and handwritten notes to the same sets of people.

It made Yoongi angry. It made him very angry. How dare they hurt his wife? And it was cruel to him. They hurt her because she was beautiful. They hurt her because she was smart, and they hurt her because she loved him and he loved her back.

He couldn’t stand to see his wife start to crumble, not like this. And not ever. She was one of the strongest people he knew, and he wouldn’t allow someone pathetic enough to hide behind notes to bring her down. Especially not when everything in those notes was a lie. Yoongi knew he was only one person she ever allowed herself to let her guard down around, and he couldn’t stand to see her so afraid and upset as he held her in their bed at night as she started to doubt herself. It wasn’t true and he wouldn’t allow her to ever because the garbage that was sent to her.

He would make them pay. That was a promise.

Yoongi first used his own cybersecurity resources, his friends, the best in the world. He had them privately find those responsible. He made sure to be discreet about it as well.

He wanted them to know their mistake in messing with Min Yoongi and his wife first before he handed them over to law enforcement. He would make sure they felt the full length of his anger.

He found them soon enough, the four wives, all of those wives married to men who Yoongi knew he had in the palm of his hand.

He smirked, well, you fucked up, so now face your consequences with the same boldness as when you tried to hurt the one thing that keeps me going…

The wives never saw it coming. They were planning to continue their threats for the foreseeable future, wondering how much it would take for Min Y/N to crack and finally leave her husband, but they were mistaken. Each stake they drove through you only brought you and your husband closer, the both of you tackling every single problem together.

And as they let the thought of destroying your marriage take over their mind, the never thought to pay attention to their own, giving Yoongi the window he needed to dig up as much dirt on them as he possibly could.

He found all the photographs and videos and audio records of every single affair they’d all ever had, paying the media triple what it took to archive them and stop their publishing to instead have in his personal collection. His so called ‘personal collection’ was then promptly mailed to the respective husbands.

This was the first step, ruining their marriages, absolutely burning it to the ground. He then sent them death threats. He sent it through a personal contact, a calligrapher that he knew, one with brilliant skills. And he had him use good quality red paint - the special effects type. Something to… really… invoke the proper feelings of fear…

Yoongi was cruel like that. People don’t realize it, but if his wife is ever threatened, he turns into a man that sometimes even he himself can’t recognize.

The four wives were left in shambles. They didn’t know what to do or where to go by the time Yoongi and his personal team had tipped the police off on their actions. And before they could even blink, they were in handcuffs being led off to jail, and later, a sure fire guilty verdict in court. And with the way Yoongi had played his cards, there would be nobody and no money to ever even think about bailing them out.

Now, he need to make sure Y/N doesn’t worry anymore. She doesn’t need to anymore.

He straightened his jacket as he walked through the front door, being greeted to his wife on the couch, typing away at what he guessed was a document for work the next day.

“Hey, you. I thought you’d already come home when I didn’t find you in your office.” You spoke as you put your laptop down and stood up to stretch.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to tell you, I was meeting with some of the cyber team, they weren’t in the office so I had to meet them in that cafe nearby.” He kissed you on the cheek, staring into your eyes before kissing you on the lips the second time, sliding his hands to grab you around your waist.

You moaned into his mouth before dragging your lips away, “What’s going on with the cyber team? Is there a breach? Something wrong with the firewall?”

Yoongi sighed before pulling you down to sit on the couch in his lap, slowly explaining to you in detail what happened with the threats you were getting and his actions. You sounded so relieved that he felt his heart skip a beat, and he decided to conveniently leave out the little bits where he sent them a taste of their own medicine. He knew you wouldn’t approve, you were too nice sometimes. And while he knew one of his friends from the cyber team would blabber eventually and tell you what he had done, he decided to enjoy this moment with you while he could, just basking in you and the relief he could feel flowing through you. You kissed him long and hard on the lips before resting your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck.

“I promise you, they won’t bother you ever again. And even if there are others, they will not hurt you. Not when I’m around.”

“I know Yoongi, I know. You know I love you, right?” You looked him in the eyes, your hands going to rub at his cheeks, nothing but affection flowing through you.

“I know. And I love you. I love you so, so much. Sometimes… I just don’t even know what to do with myself. I love you much I don’t know how to…”

Yoongi trails off his sentence, choosing instead to kiss you harder on the lips, hands rubbing over your thighs and up to grab your hips.

“And I want to thank you. Thank you for loving me despite what happens. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for staying beside me no matter. Thank you for working as my other half. You could leave whenever you want and I cannot explain to you how much it aches to know you stay because you want too…”

“Stop, my darling.” You shush him, pulling him even closer, “I want to stay. I stay because I love you. I stay because you make me happy. This company we run together makes me happy. All of it. I love all of you and I love everything we’ve built together. Nothing, and nobody will ever make me leave what we have. And nothing and nobody will ever make leave you.”

There were tears coming out of both of your eyes and they drip and mix together as you both never detach your lips, not being able to be apart - not even for a single minute.

Both of you end up stumbling into your bed, clothes being ripped and thrown every which way, hands needing to be on each other.

Yoongi always is thorough in love and sex but this time he made sure that you knew how much he loved you in both his actions and in the way you could feel every single thrust so deep in you that all you could do each time was gasp and grab onto him tighter.

Yoongi makes you forget everything. He makes you forget the rest of the world around you. Nothing matters. Not work, not responsibilities, not other people, not money, nothing. Absolutely nothing. When you’re with him all you’re aware of is the both of you, touching, holding each other, being connected. You make each other feel special. When you’re together, all you feel is completion, it’s as if a piece you’ve been missing your whole life is finally right where it was supposed to be all along.

Underneath the satin dresses and silk ties, all you both are is a couple, deep in love and leaning on nobody but each other. You both are all you need, now and forever.

You are each others’ remedies.

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be my baby | myg sm au

banner by: @ppersonna​

🖇 synopsis:

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: taekook, 2seok(?), namjoon x oc.

genre: idol au | heavy angst, with a pinch of fluff. there’s some smut too!!

disclaimer: mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction. pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to the topic or if it could be triggering!

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoongi nd company

character profiles: yn nd her babies

part one: no dramatics

part two: new follow

part three: answer me

part four: no bullshit

part five: looks different

part six: preparing him

part seven: fucking mess

part eight: head over heels

part nine: who are you?

part ten: blind date

part eleven: cheese fries

part twelve: need rescuing

part thirteen: best friend

part fourteen: the zoo

part fifteen: no excuse

part sixteen: teach me

time jump: not soulmates

part seventeen: absolutely stunning

part eighteen: still in love

part nineteen: you’ve changed

part twenty: forever thing

part twenty-one: what now

part twenty-two: regret it

part twenty-three: interesting night

part twenty-four: okay, daddy

part twenty-five: delicious man

part twenty-six: be all, end all

part twenty-seven: both of us

part twenty-eight: more than ready

epilogue (1)(2)

end

drabbles

Jungkook is such a sweetheart in this one, after I read the sadness of things, I wanted some sweet jungkook moments and this had it all, i’m so fucking happy to have read this one! It’s become a comfort fic of mine! 💌

The way jungkook pursues her, loves her, let me just go cry somewhere, he’s so ❤️📈 💕📈

I love how he surprises the reader with his smooth words, cheeky little man, I love him so much in this fic, it was like applying medicine to the wounds created by the other fic. So, thankyou for writing this one! 🫶🏻

Someone to Love.

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Here is my gift for 8k subscribers!!!

Alpha Jungkook x Omega OC Werewolf Au!

Genre ! : Fluff . Mild Angst. Mild Smut.

Work Count : 6k

Summary : Widowed Omega Aerin isn't really looking for love. But Jeon Jungkook the handsome alpha who gets washed over a waterfall, is willing to offer it to her anyway.

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The thing about living in a clan as small as ours, was that word always travelled fast.

We were a close knit pack, everyone knew everyone and more importantly, everyone was always in everyone’s business. Which is why, it was no surprise that, even before the Head Alpha could send word for me, I already knew about the young alpha who had , apparently, washed over the waterfall. The drop was a good twenty five feet and the bottom of the pool littered with sharp rocks. He was obviously injured.

As the healer, I would have to be there to examine him.

Nevertheless, I waited till Jinyoung came knocking on my door, sometime after the midday meal, his face urgent and voice a little shaky. I had just finished wrapping my daughter against my breast, tying the end of the flannel across my back and over my shoulder . I pulled on the ends, securing the wrap around my torso, and making sure her limbs were free to move about.

Sera giggled, chubby fists wet with drool as she shoved them into her mouth. She was teething and that meant excessive drooling and a penchant for biting everything I sight. But like this, she was usually well settled, the warmth of my body and my scent lulling her to a drwsy state. She would be asleep by the time we reached the injured wolf.

My son was still out playing with the other alpha pups in the woods. He wouldn’t be back till sundown. And even if he did, Joowon was almost nine winters old now. He could fend for himself in the hut till I got back.

I quickly grabbed my shawl, wrapping it over my shoulder, before moving to the door and opening it.

“Aerin? Alpha Kim sent for you, there’s an injured wolf you need to tend to.” He said urgently and I didn’t miss the four or five young omegas hovering behind him, giggling and coy. I shook my head. Apparently, even a half dead, injured alpha wasn’t safe from these younglings. I gave them a chiding smile but they merely laughed some more.

“Of course, Jinyoung . Let me just grab my bag.” I quickly picked the small carry-all tote I used for visits. It had almost all the tinctures, ointments and salves that I stocked in the apothecary attached to my hut, in smaller quantities. I also kept a polished set of needles and tools in case I had to extract stubborn splinters of jagged rock ends out of flesh. For being one of the strongest breed, it was ridiculous how often alphas got hurt doing the silliest things.

Like going over a waterfall.

As we began the short trek over to the Head alpha’s cabin, the throng of smitten omegas surrounded me, looking bright eyed.

“They say he’s very handsome, unnie. And young!” One of them laughed.

I hummed.

“Then one must hope the rocks in the pool didn’t leave too much of a mark .” I said casually.

“I wouldn’t mind a scar or two, as long as he has his…you know..” Another set of giggles.

I shook my head, laughing. The girls were incorrigible but that was their right. They were all young, barely twenty and unmated. They knew nothing about the marriage bed , nothing about the intimacy that came with it. The love the commitment. My heart ached.

Two years and still my heart ached something fierce .

“Just tell him he has to rest for a month at least, unnie. Tell him he can’t leave for a month and I’ll work my charm.” The Head Alpha’s daughter Jisoo gave me a sharp little smile and I shook my head.

“I’ll do no such thing. And I don’t appreciate you lusting after a man who may well be dying.” I said sternly and Jisoo had the good grace to blush.

“Unnie, its just that…. I’m bored of all these dumb alphas panting after me. They’re so…uncouth. I just want to meet someone new.” She pouted.

We reached the small hillock that would lead to the Head alpha’s house and I gave her a smile.

“Well, in that case, I’ll patch him up real good for you. But till then, you and your girls, why don’t you go occupy yourselves elsewhere.”

Jisoo wrinkled her nose but listened and I smiled at Jinyoung, hugging sera closer to my chest and making haste to the hut in front of us. Jinyoung led me to a side door and further into a room at the end of the narrow corridor.

“Aerin! Child… You’re here!” The Head alpha held his arms out and I embraced him quickly. The injured alpha was laid out in the middle of the room on a thick pallet of straw and blankets. They had stripped him of his wet clothes and he looked like he was sleeping. I stared at his face and felt my breath catch.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn’t look away. Right up , I could make out three flesh wounds, jagged and slightly deep : one across his brow, another across his shoulder and one right over his chest. Dark ink curled all over his torso and he looked young but also like a warrior.

“We just found out he’s from the Jeon clan. The head alpha’s son.” Yugyeom, knelt by his shoulders, pointing out the inked shoulder which marked him as the heir to the Jeon pack.

“We’ve already sent word. They’ll be here to fetch him in a day or so. We need only tend to him till then. Well. Give him all hospitality and treat him like a king. We need to remain in the Jeon’s good graces.” The Head alpha said sternly and all of them bowed.

I quickly, grabbed my bag, laying it out on the floor and crawling over to his side.

“Hot water and spirit , please.” I told the maid standing by but the Head alpha quickly held a hand up.

“Aerin ah? I have a meeting here with the Min and Jung clan leaders. The autumn festival is set to begin tonight. Its impossible for me to keep him here and all the other alphas are going to be busy too. I want him to get the best care possible and I can think of no one better than you, fort this task. Can we shift him to your hut?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t really entertain patients in my house. Especially not alphas. My son got jittery and my daughter was too used to my own scent.

“As a personal favor to your alpha?” He said insistently, eyes flashing red and I realized it wasn’t a request. Rather a command.

“I… Yes, alpha.” I said hesitantly. “ Can I just examine him now, make sure nothing’s broken, before we shift him?”

“Yes of course my dear.” The alpha bowed before stepping aside. I quickly glanced at everyone else.

“Please leave.” I said quickly and they flushed, bowing before moving out of the room.

“Should I stay , Aerin?” Jinyoung asked nervously and I shook my head. “ Just wait outside and close the door for me, Jin.”

Once the door shut, I quickly glanced down at Sera who had curled into my chest and fallen asleep. I brought a bit of the fabric by chest over her head, so she wouldn’t get too much of the alpha’s scent. Kneeling down, I went about peeling the blanket off him.

He was a beautiful man, I thought absently, long limbs and thick muscles all over and it was no doubt his strong, well kept body that had saved him.

Other than a few more surface wounds on his legs and a gash on his thigh, he seemed relatively unharmed. I did run my fingers over his joints and arms, carefully looking for any swelling or discoloration that would signify broken bones. I carefully gripped his shoulders, turning him over gently to examine his back. I made a mental note of all the cuts that looked like they would have to be sewn together, so I could prepare enough string for it. I leaned over to press my ears against his chest, noting the rise and fall of his lungs.

A hand brushed over the back of my head, gentle and soft.

I jumped, wrapping both hands around sera and scooting back in panic, eyes wide as I stared at the man on the floor, now blinking tiredly at me.

“I… I..” I couldn’t get my words out and he groaned .

“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” He whispered.

I blinked, blood rushing to my face as I tried to calm my breathing.

“Jinyoung!!!” I yelled sharply and the door opened, Jinyoung stepping in and staring wide eyed at the alpha on the pallet. He was struggling to sit up and I quickly pulled myself together.

“Alpha Jeon! Please… You must stay still. ” I said quickly, pushing my palms against his chest, helping him lay back down, trying to ignore how his eyes danced all over my face, nostrils flared .” I’m Aerin, the healer from the Kim pack. You remember what happened today?”

He groaned again, lifting a shaky hand to press against his head. I moved closer, gently reaching out to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers away from the still wet wound on his brow, and his eyes clashed against mine, wide and steady. He stared pointedly at where my fingers curled around his wrists and I let go quickly.

“Yes….. one of the pups almost went over the waterfall. I… I tried to get him out.” He said softly. He glanced at Jinyoung. The latter looked away, clearly nervous.

“Pup?” I asked, heart dropping and he gave me a small smile. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his lips as he chuckled lightly.

“Can you help me up, kid?” He asked softly and Jinyoung startled, glancing at me.

I shook my head. I turned to Jungkook, heart racing. He sighed, resting back against the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. I managed to toss her back to her father just before I went over the edge. I’m certain that she’s perfectly alright.”

“well, that’s a relief.” I hesitated, feeling awkward. Sera stirred and Jungkook’s gaze went to her again.

“she’s yours?” He asked gently and I blinked, glancing at Jinyoung nervously. It seemed too personal but I couldn’t imagine not answering without seeming rude.

“Yes, sire.” I bowed politely, moving back a bit more as Jungkook inhaled and reached out again, this time gripping my wrist. He scented the air and I flinched , yanking my hand away and quickly standing up, uncomfortable. He was still staring at me, gaze steady.

“You… You can tell the others that he’s conscious. We can move-” I stopped when the alpha cut me off.

“You don’t smell mated. You haven’t been with a man in years.” He said quietly and now Jiyoung looked uncomfortable too.

“Alpha Jeon, I-”

“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”

My heart jumped at the thought of addressing him so intimately. I shook my head.

“I’m looking for a mate. Can I court you, angel?” He said suddenly and my jaw dropped.

“There’s… There’s a dozen unmated omegas outside.” I choked out. Was I dreaming ? This couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not what I asked. Whom must I speak with? To court you? Your Head alpha.” He turned to Jinyoung. “ Please send word to Alpha Kim that I require an audience with him. And that its very important that he come here as soon as possible.”

“Please don’t.” I said quietly, feeling my body tremble and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” He said quietly.

I shook my head.

“I have a son. I’m not… I have a son. He’s almost nine winters old. He still… He loves his father. The man who raised him… I can’t…. it would break him. Please, Alpha Jeon. You have power here and I have none. Your word is law and I’m bound to honor it but please, please consider. My son…”

Jungkook’s gaze softened incredibly at that.

“I have a ten year old brother.” He said gently. “ What you’re saying is that it isn’t the head alpha’s approval that I need. It is your son’s.”

I blinked, thrown.

“I…”

“Then you must promise me this. If your son…” He paused, “ What’s his name?”

“I… Joowon.”

“If Joowon tells you that he wouldn’t mind having me in his life….will you consider letting me court you.”

I could only stare. Jinyoung cleared his throat looking completely enthralled by the drama unfolding in front of him. I saw a glint of mischief in his gaze and felt my hackles rise.

“Alpha, there’s a festival in our clan. It lasts three weeks and is filled with festivities and joyous celebrations. I do believe the Kim pack would be honored to have you stay with us, enjoying our hospitality and the bountiful gifts of nature we here in the lowlands enjoy.”

I gaped at him in disbelief.

“I… “

“That’s settled then. I will send for my pack members as well. They would love to share this time with you.” He turned to me.

I exhaled, certain that he had hit his head on the way down the falls.

“You’re insane.” I said softly, shaking my head. “ You’re free to enjoy all that my clan has to offer…. But, I’m not on the menu, Alpha Jeon.”

I quickly stood up.

“Tell Alpha Kim that he can fend for himself in one of the huts we have for heats and ruts. I’ll send one of my apprentices to sew up his wounds and apply salve on him.”

“I’m afraid not, Aerin. You know what the chief said. It has to be you.” Jin grinned and I glared at him.

Jungkook was smiling too.

“Come now, angel. Just because you don’t like me ….yet… don’t shun your duties.”

Good Lord.

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“Fucking hell, what the actual fuck…” Jungkook swore and I glared at him, grabbing a strip of white linen and balling it up before pressing it into his mouth, gagging him.

He stared at me, eyes wide in surprise and mouth open around the fabric.

“Stop swearing in front of my son.” I snapped. Joowon laughed, carefully threading the twine through the eye of the cleaned needle. He dipped the twine and the needle into the warm water and the spirit again.

“Come now mother, you know I can say worse things.” He stuck his tongue out and I glared at him.

“Not in this house, you can’t. Also keep it down… I’ve just put Sera to bed.” I carefully pinched the skin over his chest together before reaching out and slipping the needle into his skin. I worked carefully and diligently, focused on the task and when I was finally done, I glanced up, only for my gaze to clash with Jungkook’s.

“I.. were you staring the whole time?” I asked, blushing. Jungkook spat the gag out and grinned, boyish and naughty.

“Can’t help it. The view is truly breathtaking.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that there are omegas here who would love to be courted by you. You haven’t met any of them yet and that is why you seem to be … so… “ I shook my head.

“Joowon ah… Who’s the most beautiful woman in this clan?” Jungkook asked firmly and my son hummed from next to me.

“Mother, of course.”

I gaped at the pair of them.

“See? I trust Joowon’s judgement implicitly. “ Jungkook shrugged.

Joowon laughed again and I didn’t miss the looks he kept tossing at the alpha. Curious but also laced with a lot of admiration. I wasn’t surprised. Joowon had never been suspicious or hesitant in offering his friendship to people. And Jungkook had regaled him with tales about hunts and fishing trips and kayak rides in rapids….. and the younger was now clearly intrigued and almost halfway to smitten with the man.

My own heart raced , pulse pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. And yet, I knew it was futile. Men like Jungkook…. They didn’t really fall in love with women like me. All these flowery words, all this flirting….it was for one thing only. And once he got it, he would leave. Of course he would.

But that was the problem. For the first time in two years, I considered it. Considered letting him have it….have me. But with it , came a nagging wish that he wasn’t joking. That perhaps, I wasn’t as….undesirable as my late husband had made me feel.

I shook my head to clear the haze of dreams, impossible girlish dreams that came with his scent and his proximity. I didn’t want to go down that road. I wasn’t… I may be younger than Jungkook but I was still too old to be courted and to start a new life with someone. Least of all someone like Jungkook.

I glanced back up at him as I carefully applied salve on the stitches, fingers light on dusky smooth skin. He was still staring at me, and as I bent in closer, his hair brushed my forehead. My eyes fell on his nipple and my mouth went dry. I breathed out and looked up at him, shaking my head and pulling away.

“You’re all done alpha.” I whispered.

His hand crept up to my knee, squeezing gently.

“I’m just getting started.” He whispered and I bit my lips, looking away.

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“Father… you shouldn’t have come .” Jungkook was groaning and I could only stare in horror , trying to process the fact that both Alpha Jeon and his wife were now standing in my hut, fussing over their son and ruffling his hair like he was five years old.

“Nonsense !” Alpha Jeon thundered, making me jump. “ You went over the waterfall and you expect me to not be worried. I brought our healer but I see the Kim clan has an exceptionally talented young healer themselves. My son looks as good as new , dear girl.” He grinned at me and I smiled shakily.

“I’m going to court her, father.” Jungkook said without any preamble and my heart dropped to my knees. Lady Jeon’s gaze snapped to me and I retreated further, clutching Sera to my chest in panic.

“No.. I.. no he’s not. I’m sorry, Alpha, I… I should go…” I dived for Joowon’s wrist, yanking my son along and moving to the door.

“Wait, child.” Lady Jeon’s voice made me still and I bit my lips, squeezing my eyes shut in horror. Surely whatever was coming…it couldn’t be good… t would be the same thing I’d heard over the years, the same threats, the same insults…

“Let me look at you.” Lady Jeon said and I trembled a bit, turning to her nervously, prepared for rejection and annoyance.

I found none.

All I could see was genuine interest that morphed into pleasure as she took in my features.

“What a beautiful girl you are.” She whispered , “ You can do so much better than my savage son, who apparently doesn’t know his way up or down a waterfall.”

Jungkook growled from the bed.

“Mother.”

Lady Jeon gave him a look.

“I’m serious. The Kim clan , I’m sure must have several fine young men, all of them willing to court her. What makes you think they would hand her over to you, Jungkook.” He said regally and I hesitated.

“I… I’ve been mated before. These are my kids.” I said hesitantly.

Lady Jeon blinked.

“Does that make a difference?”

I couldn’t respond, mind in shambles.

“Unless …what we’ve heard about the Kim clan isn’t true? And they are archaic and small minded when it comes to their women?” She said sharply, turning around to glare at my Head Alpha who looked horrified as he bowed.

“of course not , my lady..we… We all treat Aerin with the utmost respect.. She is as our daughter.”

“That is not what I asked. Has she not been courted?” Alpha Jeon asked gruffly and Jungkook made a noise of impatience.

“I’m saying I’ll court her, why is everyone-“

“Quiet Jungkook. “ Lady Jeon said sharply before turning to me.

“Have you not been courted after your husband’s death. Its unheard of for a young wolf to remain without a mate. Did none of the men in your clan step up?”

I hesitated before deciding on the truth.

“Joowon-ah? Could you go play outside for a while?” I said softly and he hesitated before glancing at Jungkook and running off. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I turned to Lady Jeon.

“They only offered to take me on as a mistress.” I said honestly, staring at my feet. “ And … I have a son. Old enough to understand these things. He… He heard his friends talk about how I was … He asked me if what they said was true…. If I was just anyone’s to use or take, now that his father was dead. I…. I had to reassure him that it wasn’t the case…. That I wouldn’t… That I didn’t need to warm anyone’s bed to survive.”

“She’s coming with us tomorrow.” Jungkook growled from the bed and I glared at him.

“Please let me finish.” I snapped. “ And yes, there are men here who feel that way but Alpha Kim is right. They have for the most part, treated me with great respect and I … I enjoy my life here. I’m not lacking for anything..” Except someone to love, someone to hold through cold winter nights, someone to share bright spring sunshine with…someone to kiss in the rain… someone who would go to war for me…

“So? You don’t accept my son’s offer of courting? Is that what you’re saying?” Lady Jeon asked gently.

“Don’t answer that.” Jungkook’s voice came from my right and I stared at him.

“Alpha Jeon…”

“Could all of you give me a moment alone with her?” Jungkook said quietly and Alpha Kim bowed.

“Please let me show you to your resting quarters.” He said gently and Jungkook’s parents shot him one last look before leaving the cabin. I stayed still as everyone filed out, one after the other.

Once it was just him and I, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Just three weeks.” He said softly, “ Give me three weeks. Three weeks and if at the end of it you tell me that you don’t want to leave your clan…I’ll accept it without argument. You’ll never see me again.”

I sighed in exhaustion.

“You’re going to be here for the three weeks of the festival anyway. My answer isn’t going to change. I’m not going to fall in love with you, alpha Jeon. ” I said quietly.

He grinned.

“I’m going to remind you of what you just said….six months from now…when you’re my wife.”

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Jungkook was out and about three days later and to my utter horror, jealousy reared its head when I saw the extent to which he was popular with the other omegas. I stayed in the sidelines, holding sera and keeping an eye on Joowon, watching Jungkook get accosted at every turn.

But Jungkook it seemed, had no interest in wooing me.

He was wooing my son.

“These are delicious, Jungkook.” Joowon said excitedly, hands full of candied fruits and honey dipped grapes.

“Stop calling him that…” I hissed , but Joowon merely stuck his tongue out at me, stuck firmly to Jungkook’s side. Jungkook sat on the hard ground of the hut, surrounded by wooden strip and workmen tools, building a miniature windmill for Joowon who had never seen one before. The wind didn’t hit the lowlands much but Jungkook’s clan lived up hill and the windmills helped bring water to the canals.

He gave me a grin, his eyes trained on my lips as I sung gently to Sera, rocking her back and forth on my arms.

“You must give some of that honeyed fruit to your mother too, won-ah… perhaps she will have something sweet to say to me.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I believe you’ve heard enough honey dipped words from the many omegas who can’t get enough of you.” I said impishly.

Jungkook laughed.

“ All I need is one word from you my lady….” He whispered and I flushed.

“ One word? No matter the question…? What word is that. ” I shook my head.

“Yes.” Jungkook smiled. “ Because it is that way with me. No matter the question , if you were the one asking, my answer would be yes.”

I stared at him, thrown by the magnitude of sincerity in his tone.

“Mother, ask him if he hates you…” Joowon giggled snapping me out of my thoughts.

I laughed and Jungkook glared.

“You’re supposed to be helping me brat.” He said with faux anger, eyes still excessively fond as he pulled my son into a playful headlock.

I watched them wrestle around Joowon smiling in a way that I had never seen him do in a long long time and my heart ached. Was it wrong… I wondered, to be this greedy? To want a lifetime of this….

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“ They say you never mourned him.” Jungkook sat on the rocking chair, shirt unbuttoned and Sera lying on his chest, the warmth of his body and the staccato of his heart lulling her to sleep . I sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, Joowon was already asleep nect to me, head resting on my lap.

I watched him, watched the large, rugged hand, so gentle on my daughter’s back, stroking her gently, as he hummed sweetly.

“there was nothing to mourn.” I whispered bitterly, threading my fingers through my son’s hair, the silky strands falling through like water.

“He wasn’t a good man then.”

I shook my head.

“He married me when I was sixteen. And when I was old enough to see him for what he was, he didn’t want me anymore. And he died because he tried to rape the Head Alpha’s daughter.” I felt that familiar sickening feeling of disgust.

Jungkook didn’t say anything merely staring off into the fire blazing in the hearth.

“Is that why you think…you’re too old?” He asked gently and I flushed.

“It didn’t help with my self esteem.” I admitted.

“And is that why you..hesitate? To tell me how you truly feel.”

“It’s complicated. I … It s not easy baring my heart to you…” I looked away.

“You’re beautiful. I want you. Everyday I feel like I’m falling deeper.” Jungkook said quietly.

I stared at him, stunned.

He turned around and smiled at me.

“It’s not complicated for me. Its hard to watch you keep me at arm’s length. It’s hard to go to sleep on the floor, knowing your warm body is at touching distance. Its hard watching these omegas mistreat you because they’re jealous of the attention you get from me. And its hard….telling myself I can’t just pull you into my arms and kiss you in front of them all so they know . ” He smiled, “But telling you how I feel? It’s not hard at all.”

I felt my mouth go dry and stared at my knees.

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“Marry me.” Jaebum had cornered me by the apothecary and I stared at him in shock.

“What?” I snapped, “ What nonsense is this? Move out of my way.”

“Alpha Kim wants Jisoo to marry Jungkook. He has asked one of us to get you out of the picture. And no one else wants another man’s sloppy seconds. I’m the only one who agreed so you should be honored. Just say yes and come with me.”

He made to grab me and I stumbled back in terror only to crahs into a broiad back, right behind me. A familiar scent and strong arms coming around to hug me.

“Perhaps, Alpha Kim should reconsider his plans. Because I’m sure he doesn’t want the entire Jeon clan to come to war with him.”

Jaebum stepped back.

“you would start a war over some omega?” He scoffed.

Jungkook grinned shaking his head.

“No. But I would start a war over my woman.”

Jaebum scoffed again before spitting at his feet and walking away. Jungkook glared at him till he disappeared from view. My limbs started trembling the moment I realized what had just happened. After years of working for these people…healing them and mending their wounds….Was this how they saw me?

I went limp in his arms and he hugged me close.

“Angel….are you alright?” Jungkook whispered and I swallowed, turning around and staring at him.

“I… They… Why would he do that?” I whispered and Jungkook reached out cupping my face gently.

“I don’t know. But he’s an idiot. As if I would let another man lay a finger on you…” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

I looked back up at him, letting my gaze fall to his lips. As if on cue the heavens opened and it began to rain… Jungkook swore, moving to find shelter but I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.

“Alpha Jeon…” I said quietly, water dripping down my face as the rain intensified . “ Will you kiss me?”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically wide. He was already dripping wet, hair falling in soaked strands into his eyes.

“Wh-What?”

“I’ve waited for many years for this kiss. A kiss in the rain. With a man who would go to war for me.”

Jungkook laughed at that and I stared as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to my forehead. Tears sprung at the tender gesture and I gripped the fabric of his tunic hard. Laughing I buried my face into his chest, as he pressed a multitude of kisses on top of my head.

“Angel. When I kiss you for the first time…it’s not going to stop with a kiss.” He winked.

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Leaving my clan was easier, when I reminded myself of what they had done. But I did my duty, offering my greetings and farewell to all the elders, before moving to link my fingers with Jungkook , who held Sera in his arms.

“ I owe you my gratitude. Because you’ve kept her safe all these years. But from now she holds no ties to your clan.” Jungkook said firmly, and I stepped closer to him.

I watched as Jungkook’s father shared a ceremonial glass of wine with the head alpha.

And just like that, I was no longer a Kim.

I was a Jeon.

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“Mother…” I whispered , mortified , watching Lady Jeon, wrap my daughter in her baby clothes, Packing her clothes and Joowon’s clothes as well. “ Please it isn’t necessary.”

“Nonsense. Jungkook and you need to spend time together. Alone. And I need to spend time with my grandchildren. I’ve already missed out on nine years of Joowon’s life , I refuse to miss out on another second. Besides, he has never seen a windmill he says? My husband has made arrangements for us to pitch our tents right next to one.”

I could only smile and watch as my excitable son practically bounced off the wall, eager to go on a trip with halmeoni and harabeoji.

Jungkook stood next to me, wrapping both arms around me.

“Say the word and We’ll leave in a hour right behind them.” He said gently and I smiled, shaking my head.

“No… your parents want this. I can tell. Let them enjoy some time with their grandkids.”

“Excellent.” Jungkook gripped my shoulders and turned me around.

“I’m in the mood for some honeyed words.” I said quietly.

“Jeon Aerin. My angel. Mine and Mine forever.” He said softly.

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Six months later :

Jungkook pressed kisses down my back and I grinned into the sheets, watching the springtime sun spill into our room, soaking the sheets in warmth . I stretched as he gently turned me over, feather light kisses on my belly, now slightly curved . He pressed his ears to the taut skin, listening.

“What is that, pup? Oh…yes.. yes yes… You’re right . Absolutely right.” He pulled away and climbed top of me, gently parting my thighs before slotiing himself in between. I sighed as he pressed against me, gently pushing in till he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“God, that feels good…” I whispered and Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to my ear before biting the lobe between his teeth.

“Know what our pup just told me , wife? “ He whispered and I looked at him, curious.

“What?”

“Well, he told me that I should remind you that you were so sure you would never fall in love with me.”

I shrugged.

“I’m sure you were once, pretty sure that you would never get washed over the waterfall.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Touché. So we both admit we’re wrong ?”

“The perfect marriage.”

Jungkook kissed me nose before beginning to move gently inside me again and I closed my eyes in bliss.

Someone to hold during cold winter nights.

Someone to kiss in the rain.

Someone to love in the springtime sun…

Someone like Jeon Jungkook, the perfect alpha.

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All in My Head (Jungkook x You ONESHOT)

Thankyou for the request anon! I am not sure if this is the way you wanted the story would go but I had so much fun writinmg it. hope you like it! :)

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Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Something you have always wanted to be.

Something you have always dream of.

But its something you know wont ever come true.

Until today.

As you looked at the handsome man who is impeccably dressed in a black suit standing in front of you at the altar, you slowly pinched yourself to checked for the nth time that this is not just another one of your vivid day dream.

Its your wedding day. And you are marrying Jeon Jungkook. Your best friend who you have been in love with for years. Its supposed to be the happiest day of your life. The most joyful experience a girl can ever have. But when Jungkook looked at you with his dark obsidian eyes, void of any emotions while he slipped on the ring on your shaking finger, your marriage ring that will bound the two of you for eternity, only then you remembered that this is not the fairytale you had always wished for. Jungkook is not here, marrying you, own his own will.

Your marriage was arranged.

And Jungkook hates and blames you for it.

There was no loving hugs or kisses after the two of you were married, only polite nods and formal greetings to the guests. Jungkook wanted to keep the wedding small, only inviting close friends and relatives as he told you to keep the fact that you are married from the media a while longer. Although you heart breaks thinking about how Jungkook really hates the fact that he’s married to you to the point he is keeping it a secret from everyone, you still meekly agreed to each and every one of his condition.

As long as you still become Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Jungkook swing opened the double doors to your new marriage home, a pent house at one of the most expensive building in the city, a gift from the both of your parents who is the most happiest to finally get their two children together.

“So… this is home,” he said as he walked in, placing the suitcases on the floor. “You like it?” you paced around the huge living area and look out from the ceiling to floor windows that lined the walls, exposing the night scenery of the city.

“I do. Its beautiful,” you whispered as you turned to looked at him. Your husband. The reality of this very fact still sounds unreal to you. “Jungkook. We-”

Jungkook akwardly cleared his throat and cut whatever it is you were intending to say.

“Erm so why dont you go freshen up or take a bath first, its late and I’m sure you are already tired,” you dropped your gaze to the floor and gave a slow nod before making your way to your bedroom. After you had a long refreshing bath, you opened you suitcase that has been pre packed for you by your mother, only too find hundreds of neatly folded pieces of various types of lingerie and nighties.

Is she crazy? What am I supposed to do with all this? This is fit for someone’s wedding nigh- wait. It is my wedding night. Should I?

You thought to yourself as you turned and run your fingers through the delicate multicoloured laces and silks, each piece only making your face warm up in embarassement. After pondering for a moment on your next move, you finally decided to just go for it. Jungkook and you are married after all, and he is a man. You nervously reached out for the most modest design, well as modest as a scrap of lace can be, a black set and hurriedly putting in on before covering yourself with a matching, barely covering anything robe. You tidied up the rest of the room, spritz on some perfume and sat nervously at the corner or the bed, waiting for your husband to finally join you. After the longest 30 minutes wait of your life, Jungkook finally walked in, hands busy trying to put on his jacket.

“Y/N, I-” he stopped when he sees the what you are currently clad in and gave you the once over, his eyes lingering all over your body, causing you to blushed a crimson red. “Oh,”

“I…uh.. ah, I have been waiting for you,” you slowly told him, feeling embarassed beyond belief. Would he think you are just embarassing yourself? What if he this is not his style? What if he dont like it? Should you change?

Jungkook run his tounge on his bottom lips and scratch the back of his neck. “I… I just came in to tell you that I’m going out for a while. I’ll be late. Dont wait up,” he informed you before quickly exiting the room and the apartment, leaving you alone and stunned by his unexpected reaction. You just sat there, unable to move, pulling the robe tighter around your yourself to cover your body as much as you can as you feel the hot tears start to trinkled down your face.

Did your husband just left you alone on your wedding night?

The sinister thoughts stayed with you the whole night until you wake up the next morning, only to find a cold empty space beside you, a sign that Jungkook didnt even bother returning home the night before.

Guess I should stop thinking about you all the time

You flicked through the channel and stop at some entertainment news after you had your breakfast. Alone. You dont know where Jungkook is and you are not sure if you are allowed to call and ask him about it. Would it just pissed him off?

You wonder where he is. Is he safe? Who is he with? Is he with the boys? Does he have a schedule today? Have he eaten? You shake your head to get the thoughts of him out from your mind. Jungkook has been your best friends for years, and you have been in love with him ever since you can ever remember. Being in love with a well sought after idol is really the best way to inflict pain on yourself when you have to see and listen to him talked about his latest conquest for the week, or sometime even for jusy the night. You always plastered on the brightest smile you can muster and act like the supportive best friend that you are, wishing that you he will one day see you that way.

Sometimes you cursed yourself for self inflicting the pain of loving him onto yourself. You told yourself to stop thinking about him all the time, but the effort never fruitful. Thoughts of him always plagued your mind like a disease without a cure. You thought you are doomed for eternity, forever loving someone who will never reprocicate your feelings, until both of your parents dropped the news of the arranged marriage, taking the both of you by surprised. You were shocked when Jungkook didnt put out any fighy, but instead seems to willingly agree with it, although he is nonchalant about the whole thing. You on the other hand are overjoyed. You are going to marry Jungkook, and right then, it doesnt matter if its arranged. Jungkook is your best friend, the two of you will make the marriage work. You are sure you will. Nothing could go wrong.

Or so you thought.

I see you with her and it crushes me inside

Your thoughts were interrupted when the TV screen changed and showed a video of your husband, from the night before. Apparently he spend the whole night at the club celebrating his alleged girlfriend’s birthday. There were rumors about them being together, even before the two of you were married. You had asked him about it once but he just shrugged and didnt give you any straight answer  The screen changed again to show Jungkook and Nara, snuggling againsts each other, laughing and drinking with their friends while answering some of the reporter’s questions. You quickly clicked the off button, turning the TV off and try to calm your shattered heart that is beating rapidly. You can feel the tears stinging the back of your eyes, struggling to get out.

So that is where you went on our wedding night.

The thought crushes every part of your being and you can no longer held back your tears and finally let it flow freely down your face.

Maybe this is what I needed maybe this is a sign Maybe I’ve been blind to reality baby tell me

You finally woke up from your curled up form on the couch after hours of crying over Jungkook and trying to sooth your broken heart. All this while, you thought by being married to you, he would at least try to stay loyal, dropping the girls he always took home before. You are, after all, not just some random girl. You are his best friend.You thought, he would at least respect that. That maybe in time Jungkook would learn how to love you.

But you thought wrong.

The marriage is only something he has to do to pleased his parents, and definitely nothing more.

As the images of Jungkook and Nara flashes in your mind, you realized that there is no point in hoping for the relationship to go anywhere anymore. This is the sign you have been waiting for. Jungkook doesnt love you, and he never will.

Maybe its really finally time for you to get over him.

Every little glance my way Every time you wanted to hang You seemed so interested

You tried your hardest to push your feelings aside. Trying not to show Jungkook any sign that you are hurting. You and Jungkook only exchanged akward greetings here and there during breakfast and dinner, and on the rare occassion that he’s actually home, he will usually spent the night in his little work room or slept the couch. Your heart ached everytime you thought about how he rather sleep on an uncomfortable couch than spend the night sharing a bed with you.

Where did it all went wrong?

The two of you used to be so close. And this marriage ruined everything.

You sighed as you stabbed your already limp piece of pancake, drenched in syrup.

“Hey… you okay?” Jungkook’s voice startled you. He sounds so careful, as if he is afraid to talk to you.

“Yea.. yeah. Just a lot on my mind,” you give a quiet reply before shoving a big piece in your mouth. Jungkook looks closer at you and cleared his throat.

“I.. um, we are having a break since promotion season is over,” he breaks the silence. You raised your eyes to met his, who is already staring at you. You can feel your heart beat faster. There is no way in hell you will ever get over him. Its never going to happen. “And I thought… maybe we can spend more time together. You know, hanging out like we used to?”

You almost choked on your pancake at his suggestion. The two of you has been akward with each other ever since your wedding, barely saying a word to each other, and now he suddenly wants to hang out?

“What do you say? We are, first and foremost, best friends before we are husband and wife Y/N,” he grinned at you, flashing his bunny like smile that you had missed. You ponder on his suggestion for a moment before finally agreeing with a smile.

“Yes Jungkook, that would be nice,”

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head

True to his promise, Jungkook spend his time with you just like the old days. He still do sleeps in his work room or the couch, but at least the conversations were no longer akward, the house is no longer silent, but instead is filled with teasing and laughter.

All thoughts of Nara and the way he just left you on your wedding night dissappeared from your mind, replaced by the smiling Jungkook in front of you. Since your marriage is still kept a secret from the public, most of your activities includes eating take aways while watching old sitcom reruns, competing against each other in video games, which Jungkook always wins and watching late night movies until you accidentally fell asleep in his embraced a few times. You could not have been happier. Everything is finally falling into place. Your marriage is working out so well, its surreal, making you wonder if this is all real or just a friction of your imagination.

“Thankyou Jungkook,” you beamed at him one night while sitting on the couch beside him. He smiled back at you, reaching to carress your cheek.

“What for?”

“For spending time with me. Like we used to,”

“Of course Y/N. Nothing is going to change between us just because we are married,” his hands keeps carressing your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning in into his touch. After a few moment of silence, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. Eyes so deep it feels like he is lookong straight into your soul. You take the chance and looked back into the doe eyes of the man you love so much.

“Jungkook… I…..This feelings I’m having… These weird chemistry I’m sensing between us…Please tell me if its really real? Or am I just imagining things? Is this all only in my head?” you finally find the courage to ask him the question that has been burning at the back of your mind for years. Jungkook’s gaze didnt falter as he continued to stare into your eyes, taking in your features as his hands keeps on carressing your hair.

“Y/N, I-” he didnt get to finished his sentence when his phone rang, breaking the moment. Both of you snapped back into reality as he fumbled to answer the call.

“Yes hello? What? Okay, I’ll be right there,” he quickly stands up and gather his jacket.

“Jungkook, whats wrong?” panic surged through you as you saw how disheveled he seems after the call.

“Nara. She’s in trouble. I need to go,” Jungkook quickly exited the door and slammed it shut, not looking back or even bothering to wait for your respond.

“Oh… okay. Stay safe Kookie…” you softly whispered at the empty apartment as you slide down further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the spot where Jungkook used to be.

She’s so pretty you two look so great

You were awaken a few hours later to find yourself had fallen asleep on the couch after Jungkook left. The front lock jiggles and you peeked your sleepy head at the door.

“Jungkook? Are you back? Is Nara ok-” you dont need to finish your question as your husband stumbled in carrying a drunk Nara, helping her up by hugging her tightly by the waist. You felt you heart ache at the scene. Even while drunk, Nara looked so beautiful in real life compared to what you always sees on TV. No wonder your playboy husband chose her out of his many girls, as his girlfriend. They are a perfect match for each other. Complementing each other in every way.

“Do..do you need help?” you asked, standing up and akwardly fiddling with your hands.

“No. Its fine. I just need to change her and clean her up a little,” your eyes bulged. Change her? But you didnt dare to say anything. “I’m going to take her into our bedroom, since its more comfortable. Do you mind sleeping outside today?” Jungkook asked but not bothering to wait for a respond as he is already about to close the door.

“Yes, I guess…”

You stood there stunned. Jungkook himself have never slept in your marital bed, and the first time he’s doing so, he is doing it with a drunk Nara.

He is just helping her. Nothing is going on.

You quickly wiped your tears and prepared yourself a place to sleep on the couch, curling yourself into a ball under your blanket, pushing all thoughts of your husband with another girl in your bed right now.

Was it real or was it fake? Was it all a mistake? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

That night, apparently, doesnt seem to be the only night Jungkook ran out to rescue Nara and bringing her back, drunk, to your room. In fact it happened almost every week. You have given up all hopes that you and Jungkook would ever care enough about your feelings to see how much you are hurting by his actions. You are sure now that the feelings and chemistry you felt night between the two of you is just another one sided moment in your head. Jungkook doesnt feel anything.

He never did. He never will.

You are even more sure when he promised to celebrate your birthday with a simple romantic dinner for two at home. You slaved all day to create the perfect meal. Although its your birthday, you wanted to cooked for your husband on your special night and hoping that this night will erased all the unpleasant events that occured recently because of Nara.

Jungkook called to tell you that he will be a little late as the boys wanted to do one last practice round before ending the day. You decide to use that to your advantage and take your time to perfected your outfit, hair and makeup. You wanted to look beautiful for Jungkook tonight. You are going to find out once and for all if the chemistry you felt between the two of you are for real or is only a make believe in your head.

You are going to tell him you love him.

You waited for him, rearranging the dinner table multiple times, anxious, nervous and excited for his return. But one hour turned to two, turned to three and four, and when its official he is more than seven hours late, you know he’s not coming. You blew off the candle and start to clean up the food, not even bothering to hide the fact that you are crying anymore when the door finally opened, revealing Jungkook and of course, staggering by his side, Nara.

You just stare at the door, no longer interested to say anything. To be honest, you had already had expected it. Of course he would be with his girlfriend on your special day.

“Y/N, hey. I-” Jungkook stopped in his tracks when he saw how you are beautifully dressed, with a ruined makeup because of your tears and your now messy hair, cleaning the table that’s supposed to be the main event of the night. He stumbled a little with Nara’s weight on his shoulders, trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know I promised and I know you waited for me. But Nara, she-”

“Its fine Jungkook. Its always Nara. I know,” you cutted him off, no energy left to fight or even listen to his explanations. “Just take her to the room like you usually do. Not like you ever ask me if I’m okay with it in the first place,” you turned and start to continue cleaning the table.

“Y/N please. Its not like that. I-”

“It’s my birthday Jungkook, and my only wish right now is to not hear you talk or see you tonight,” you looked straight into his eyes with your cold ones, sending shivers to his spine before spinning on your heels and turned away.

Time for me to move on now it was probably just a silly crush anyway But I just cant help but think that we, we could’ve had something

Jungkook woke up the next morning from the couch in the bedroom, stretching his body, feeling exhausted, to see Nara stirring on the couch, slowly waking up from her drunken night.

“Hey, feeling better?” Nara rubbed her temples and nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks again Kookie. I’m sorry I have been such a nuisance lately. Thankyou for always be here for me,” she leaned in and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making him winced. “I’ll should get going now,” she quickly grabbed her things and make her way out. Jungkook immediately make his way outside, only to find the apartment eerily empty. Silent. You will usually be out whenever Nara slept over, but there is always trcaes of you left. A dirty cereal bowl in the sink, a simple breakfast for him under on the table or the faint smell of coffee. But not this time. There were no traces of you anywhere. He scratched his head, wondering where might you have gone to. He wanted to have a long serious talk with you today. Its finally time to make his feelings known.

He stumble his way to the kitchen, figuring he needs a hot cup of coffee to straigthen his mind when he saw a note left on the counter in your handwriting.

Jungkook,

Being your wife has always been a dream of mine, but I know now the reality will never be as beautiful as the dream. Maybe I’m just better suited to stay only as your best friend. With that being said, I’m applying for a divorce.

I will be coming to collect my things in the next few days.

Y/N

“A divorce? No no no. This cant be happening,” Jungkook shakes his head and crumpled the paper, throwing it away to try and released a bit of his anger. He needs to find you. There is no way in hell he is letting this happen without talking to you first.

Did you ever feel the same? Was my mind just playing games? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

You tip toed inside the apartment. You had call the company and check Jungkook’s schedule in advanced before deciding to come and collect your things. Leaving Jungkook was the hardest decision you have ever made, and you know all your determination will crumble down if you ever see his beautiful face again. Once you arrived in the bedroom, you open the suitcase that is still half filled with the unused lingerie. You looked at them with sadness, memory of your wedding night came back, making you more convinced that what you are doing is the right decision. You looked around the room and start to grabbed everything of yours that you can see and toss it in the suitcase. Organizing can be done later. You need to get out of here as fast as you can.

“What the hell do you think you are doing Y/N?” you frozed. Shit, Jungkook’s home. You summoned all the courage you have left and put on a brave face before facing him.

“Arent you supposed to be in practice?”

“I didnt feel like it,” his answer is short and leave no room for argument. “Besides, someone from the company told me that my wife calls and ask about my schedule today. So I figured maybe my wife needed something at home, so I rather be home and wait for her than staying in a room, sweating my ass off with six other boys,” he starts to walk closer with painfully slow steps, eyes boring into your statued figure.

“Erm, I-”

“Did you really think they wouldnt tell me if my wife calls Y/N? Hmm?” Jungkook is right in front of you now, his hands reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You flinched.

“I didnt think you told anybody that you were married except for the members Jungkook,” you replied back, eyes staring back into his, not backing down although he can see you are starting to shake. He chuckled.

“What? Why would you think I’m hiding you? Keeping you a secret on purpose?” you let out a snort at that and pushed him away, continuing to toss your things inside your suitcase.

“Isnt that what you are doing? You wanted a small wedding, hidden from everyone, you dont allow me to tell anyone about us, not even my friends! Just so you can continue to be all sickeningly sweet with your girlfriend, without the pressure of people knowing that you are someone’s husband, isnt that right?” you scoffed. You dont care about Jungkook’s feelings anymore. You are tired of being heart broken. You just want to get over all this, over him and move on with your life. “Well, guess what Jungkook, you are free now. The divorce will be finalized soon and I will stop getting in your way,”

“Wait,” Jungkook raised a hand, shaking his head and he looked shocked. “Is that what you think I’m doing all this while? Hiding you because I want to be with Nara?”

“What am I supposed to think Jungkook?” you sighed as you tossed a bottle of your perfume in the suitcase, frustrated with him. Why is he acting as if he doesnt know what he did? What kind of games is he playing with you now? “You didnt want to marry me remember? You were only doing it because you have to. Having to give up your throng of women and your girlfriend, for someone like me,” you scoffed again while you look at his bewildered face. “Even I would hate me for that. You hide our relationship from everyone. You brought back Nara to our house almost every night and slept with her in our marital bed, which, by the way, you left me alone in, on our wedding night, where I embrassingly presented myself to you, which of course, you are disgusted with,” the memory from that night still makes you cringe, “you probably have more beautiful women to pleased you every night, right? So you tell me Jungkook, what am I supposed to think?” Your eyes flickered softly across his face. Looking at the face you love so much while saying out loud all the things that he did to you only makes the whole thing becoming even more real. You sighed and quickly collect the rest of your things before pulling out another small suitcase when Jungkook just kept silent. You need to get your packing done as fast as you can and get out from here.

“You know…” you eyes runs over his face and settled at his doe eyes, “I love you Jungkook,” you admitted softly. There is no point in hiding it anymore. You are letting everything out once and for all today, and maybe then you can finally moved on.

“Wh.what?”

“I love you. There, I said it. I have loved you, wanted you for as long as I can even remembered,” you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. “I know you wont ever love me back,  how can you? You are so perfect… and just look at me,” you dropped down on the bed, sitting beside your opened suitcase. You are emotionally drained, you dont even have anymore tears to cry,  "but on those days when you look at me deep in the eyes, or when you seems so happy to hang out with me, it just sends me a ray of hope, that maybe, just maybe you might see me as more than just your friend,“ Your eyes lowered to your lap before flicking back to his face and stood up, preparing to get your suitcases out. Jungkook is still statued to the same spot, but his hands are now balled into fist by his side.

“Tell me just this once Jungkook. Do you ever feel the same about me? Do you think you ever will? Was I only imagining things all this while? Is it all just in my head?” your voice is barely above a whisper, looking at him with tired eyes. “I’m sorry, but I cant do this anymore. I cant torture my own heart anymore. Seeing you with someone else while being your wife… that is just the last straw. I’m sorry Jungkook,” you carried your suitcases and start to make your way out but Jungkook stopped you, making your bags dropped to the floor. He looked at you with dark eyes, filled with anger…and lust?

“Are you done?” He growled and didnt wait for your answer. “Now you listen to me,” he slowly walks closer towards you, making you walk backwards, trying to get away from his intimidating steps. He lets out a sinister laugh.

“You really do like to just assume whatever you want about me dont you, Y/N? You never think about how I felt. I thought you should know me better, being my best friend and all,” he snickered at you.

“I wanted a small wedding because I dont want to get caught up in the media circus. I dont want you to be exposed to my fans, I dont want you to get hurt. It would kill me if you get hurt because of me. I dont care how big the wedding is, as long as by the end of the day you become my wife, then that’s all that matters,” your mouth formed into an O shaped, surprised at what he’s saying. “And have it ever come out from my mouth that I dont want to marry you? You said I’m doing it because I have to, but does it ever occured to you that I actually wanted to?”

“I…urm-”

“Of course not. You only assumed the worse of me Y/N,” he lets out a bark of laughter, but it lacks any form of humour to your ears. “If you had only asks me, then you will know,” he continue to close the gap between the two of you, making you flatten yourself to the wall behind you, trying to avoid him  "how,“ closer, "much I,” closer, “actually,” closer “want,” he closes the gap, “you,”

His face is directly in front of you now, caging you in, his breath feels warm across your face. You closed your eyes and tilted your face to the right, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Wh…what about Nara? If you really wanted to marry me, you wouldnt still be with Nara,” you managed to stutter out your words. Jungkook cupped your chin and turned you to face him.

“I’m really sorry about Nara. But Y/N, there’s nothing going on with me and Nara. Never have and never will. She is my closest acquintance from the industry. People like to gossip us together. She’s having a hard time lately since her company ended her contract, that’s why she’s always getting drunk. I’m only helping her. We didnt do anything Y/N. We didnt even sleep on the same bed. I only stayed in the room because she tends to wake up and throw up in the middle of the night when she’s shit drunk,” his warm breath hits your face with every word he said, making you shiver. “And if you would have bother to wait every morning, you will find that she actually wanted to meet you, my wife, to say her thanks and apologized,”

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. All this while you thought Jungkook and Nara were really a couple. They were so close even before you were married. Those lingering looks and secret touches you saw between them, are they all only in you head?

“But…but, you didnt want to be with me Jungkook. You left me alone on our wedding night to be with her. Even when I’m already waiting for you. Ready to give myself to you…” the embarassing reminder from that night brought tears to your eyes. Jungkook softly wiped those tears that rolled down your cheeks with his thumb.

“If only you knew how much I have always wanted you Y/N. I have longed for you for so long, but I’m afraid to ruin our friendship. What we had is special to me. And now you are my wife,all ready, willing and mine for the taking. You really dont know what you do to me Y/N, ” he let out a staggered breath. “Seeing you dressed like that just for me that night, I almost went crazy. You didnt know how much restrained it took me to not just take you right then and there, making love to you all night long until you cant remember anything else other than my name,” the suggestive words that he whispered to your ears makes your whole body shivers, sending tingling feelings straight to your core. Is Jungkook really saying all these things to you?

“Why…why didnt you then?”

Jungkook smirked at your bold question before his eyes turns soft. “I was afraid Y/N. How can someone so innocent and pure like you wants to be with someone like me? I dont know how to touch you, how to love you. All those women I’ve been with, they are just distractions to get my mind of you. Someone I never thought I could have. I’m afraid that I will ruined you, corrupt you with someone unworthy like me. I dont think I deserve you Y/N. I stil dont,” he finally admitted. Your eyes widen at his confession. How is someone as perfect as him thinks he doesnt deserve you?

“Jungkook… you are everything I have ever wanted,” you whispered to him, finding the strength to raised your hand and touch his cheek. He held your hand against him and leaned in into your touch, closing his eyes and just enjoying it.

“I love you so much Y/N. Being asked to marry you is the greatest thing that had happened to me. I’m sorry for hurting you all these years, when what I have always wanted to do is to hold you close and kiss you every time that I can,” he opened his eyes and stare at you with his doe ones. You smiled at him. “I love you Y/N. I promised I will make it up to you for the rest of your life, as your husband, if you would still have me,”

“I love you Jeon Jungkook, of course I will” you said between your smile. Never in a million years would you thought that Jungkook will be saying those three little words back to you and now he is saying it, repeatedly, making your heart beats so fast it almost burst.

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head Was it real or was it all in my head

“And to answer to your question, no Y/N, its not all in your head. I am desparately head over heels in love with you, my best friend, my lover, my wife, my everything,” he grinned, teasing you by answering the question you didnt even remember asking anymore. You slapped his chest and pulled him close.

“Shut up and just kiss me,”

“With pleasure,” he whispered back before finally capturing his lips with yours.