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Awe I'm glad they worked it out in the end!

A Love Worth Fighting For ~ JJK

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.7K

⤜GENRE: Established relationships, angst to fluff, a little bit of toxic from Jungkook, feelings of being unwanted/unneeded

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The soft glow of the city lights spilt into the dimly lit apartment, casting shadows around the apartment as you stood by the window, phone clutched tightly in your hand. The familiar buzz of anticipation tingled in your veins as you waited for Jungkook's voice to fill the silence that had settled between you both. He'd been on tour for what felt like forever now and you were finally deciding that you wanted to talk to him. 

Usually, the two of you would stick to texting on occasion since you knew how busy he was and you didn't want him to think of you as "clingy" but the more you thought about it the more you realised it wasn't "clingy" to want to hear from your boyfriend. You stared out at the city and watched as couples together laughed and played together in the streets. You missed Jungkook and you weren't afraid to let him know that anymore.

When the two of you had started your relationship you'd been completely understanding of everything but as time went by and you saw how his band members kept in contact with their partners you wanted more from him. You at least wanted to speak to him more when he was away, to feel a little less lonely than you did right now.

When he finally answered, the warmth you'd been craving dissolved into icy silence, there was now happy greeting from your boyfriend, just a grumbled "What is it?" as he finally answered the phone to you after what felt like the tenth phone call.

"I miss you, Jungkook," you whispered, your voice trembling, anxiety beginning to bubble up inside of you as you thought about his reaction to it. Something you never should have had to fear with a boyfriend and yet here you were, second guessing everything you said and did.

"I miss us." You finished. There was a pause on the other end of the line, a pregnant silence that stretched between you like a taut wire.

"I'm busy, Yn," he said, his voice cold and distant, cutting through you like a dull knife that wanted to hurt you as much as it could but as slowly as humanly possible. This was nothing like the Jungkook you'd fallen in love with. Maybe he was tired or stressed but it didn't give him a reason to talk to you like this. The two of you needed to talk like adults and communicate what the other was feeling.

"You know how it is." He mumbled once again, his patience growing thin and your heart clenched at his words, the ache of longing swelling within your chest.

"But I need you," you pleaded, your voice cracking as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. 

"I need you here with me." But before you could utter another word, the line went dead, leaving you standing alone in the suffocating silence of your shared apartment. You couldn't believe he would even do this to you after you'd done everything you could to support him. 

You'd moved from your home country to be with him in Korea for the brief periods he was home, you upended your entire life because he had asked you to but he couldn't find five minutes in his day to even let you know he was okay?

For hours, you sat by the window, lost in the labyrinth of your own thoughts as tears streaked down your cheeks. How could he do this to you? Sighing to yourself you made your way to the wardrobes and began to rifle through the drawers until you found what you were looking for, your passport ready to be used. If Jungkook thought you were going to stick around any longer to be treated as nothing better than a side piece then he was sorely mistaken.

Without a second thought about it, you dragged out some bags, your stomach churning as you folded and placed everything into your suitcase,  each item weighing down on you as a reminder of everything you were leaving behind. You knew you couldn't take much with you right away but you could ship everything else before you went for a flight.

You couldn't continue to live in the shadow of a love that had grown cold and distant, and you refused not to listen to your own heart anymore.  So you zipped up your bags with trembling hands and sighed to yourself, looking around at the now practically empty wardrobe and began to make your way out of the wardrobe and to your laptop, you needed to get a flight as soon as possible to get out of there.

As Jungkook stepped into your apartment, weary from the road and longing for the familiar embrace of you, he was met with an unsettling emptiness that sent a shiver down his spine. The flight had been awful and he was ready to crawl into bed beside you but for some reason the air seemed heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that prickled at his senses.

"Yn?" He called out, hearing nothing back except from the sound of a dripping tap in the kitchen, the house was freezing, as though you'd been gone for a while but it was 3 in the morning. You had no where to be at three in the morning. 

"Babe. I get you're mad but I'm back now, I'm ready to talk about it....I'm sorry!" He cried out, throwing his keys down onto the coffee table when he realised that there were things missing. Photos of the two of you were ripped from the frames. His heart quickened its pace as he called out your name again, the sound falling flat against the silence of the apartment. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind as he searched every corner of the place, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

You had left him.

The realisation struck him like a blow to the chest, knocking the breath from his lungs as he staggered backward, his world crumbling around him. Images of your arguments flashed before his eyes, each word spoken in anger etched into his memory. The last time you'd spoken to him, you'd been begging for him to talk and he just ignored you. Choosing to hang up the phone and deal with his stress alone rather than talking it out with you.

Regret washed over him in waves, mingling with the bitter taste of remorse as he sank to his knees, his hands trembling with the weight of his own guilt. How could he have been so blind? How could he have let you slip through his fingers without even realising it? The two of you were meant to be, he knew that, anyone with eyes knew that and yet he'd let you slip away without giving it a second thought. 

He had been selfish, neglectful, and cruel, driving away the one person who had loved him unconditionally. Tears blurred his vision as he whispered your name into the emptiness, a desperate plea for forgiveness that hung heavy in the air. But deep down, he knew that mere words could never mend the shattered pieces of their love. As he sank to his knees, the weight of his regret crushing him like a vice, he knew that he had lost you but he knew that he was going to do anything within his power to get you back. 

The small café buzzed with the gentle hum of conversation, the soft aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of freshly baked pastries. You moved with ease behind the counter, your movements graceful as you prepared drinks and chatted with customers at the same time. You'd been home for almost a month now and you'd started a new life, you'd gotten a job and decided that this was your fresh start with everything.

As you worked, a group of old ladies settled themselves at a nearby table, their curious eyes lingering on you with a mixture of interest and intrigue. With mischievous twinkle in your eyes, you approached their table, a warm smile playing at the corners of your lips. You knew that all of them had been debating your arrival back home for weeks now and you wanted to tease them a little on it.

Not even your own family knew what had happened between you and Jungkook. You didn't want to risk a huge public blow out, you just wanted time alone and clearly he did too. 

He could have been home from tour for almost a week now meaning he knew you were gone and you hadn't received a single call or a text asking where you were. Meaning...he didn't care.

"Good morning, ladies!" you greeted cheerfully, your voice carrying over the quiet murmur of the café. 

"What can I get for you today?" The old ladies exchanged knowing glances before one of them spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"Yn, dear, we couldn't help but notice that you're back home. What brings you back to our little town?" Your smile widened as you leaned in closer, a playful glint in your eyes. 

"Ah, you know how it is, ladies," you replied with a wink.  "A girl needs a break from the hustle and bustle of the big city every now and then. Besides, who can resist the charm of our quaint little town?" You smirked at them, you hated small towns where everyone knew everyone's business, you preferred being alone in a big city where no one spoke to you. Where you'd never see your boyfriend. Or where everyone was so rude toward you for simply walking too slow or even too fast.

The old ladies chuckled at your response, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they nodded in agreement. 

"You tease us too much, you can't blame us for wanting to know what happened," one of them said with a smile. Your heart tightened in your chest, you knew everyone would have their own theories to it but you'd tried not to think about it too much.

"But we can't help but wonder if there's more to the story than you're letting on." Your grin widened as you leaned back, placing a hand on your hip and shaking your head at them all.

"Oh, you know me, always keeping secrets," You teased, your laughter ringing out like a melody in the cosy confines of the café. 

"We keep secrets." One of them smirked and you shook your head,

"My lips are sealed. Now, how about I whip up some of my famous cinnamon rolls to sweeten the mystery?" With a chorus of delighted nods, the old ladies eagerly accepted your offer, their laughter mingling with the warm chatter of the café. And as you disappeared into the kitchen, a sense of contentment washed over you. You liked being back but it was getting harder to hide the truth from people and a part of you felt lost without Jungkook. You missed what you used to have, part of you longed to go back but Jungkook had made it clear by never messaging that things were over between you both.

The soft chime of the bell signalled the arrival of a new customer, and you had flour all over your hands so you called out with practised ease,

"Welcome! Feel free to take a seat wherever you like." You called out without looking up, finally washing off your hands in the sink but as murmurs and gasps rippled through the café, your curiosity piqued, and you lifted your gaze, only to find Jungkook standing there, his presence like a sudden thunderclap in the peaceful atmosphere of the café.

Shock and anger surged through your veins, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. How dare he show up here, uninvited and unwelcome, after everything that had happened between you? What was he even thinking? Someone could see him, photograph him and it'd be all over the news.

Yet, under the anger you felt toward him, a part of you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that danced in the depths of your chest. Despite your hurt, there was still a part of you that longed for his presence, that yearned for the warmth of his touch and the familiarity of his voice.

For a moment, your eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, each word left unspoken hanging heavy in the air between you. And then, with a defiant tilt of your chin, you turned away, busying yourself with the tasks at hand, determined not to let him see the effect his unexpected appearance had on you.

Jungkook smiled at a few of the people in the cafe, sending a wink at the old ladies who were all smirking at him. They'd been the ones letting him know where you were. He'd been in your hometown for over three days now searching for you, your family refused to reveal anything to him so he went searching. Jungkook made his way into the kitchens and you sighed a little, refusing to look at him.

"Why are you here, Jungkook?" You asked, your voice soft yet tinged with a hint of steel. 

"After everything that's happened, why would you come looking for me?" Jungkook's gaze never wavered as he reached out to gently cup your trembling hands in his own, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. 

"Because I can't imagine my life without you, Yn," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, he'd planned everything he wanted to say to you but all of that had flown from his mind the second he saw you here. 

"I've made mistakes, more than I care to admit, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right." A tear slipped down your cheek as you struggled to contain the tumult of emotions swirling within you. 

"But what about your career, your dreams?" You asked, your voice trembling with uncertainty.  

"You can't give any of that up. You're just bored now you're back from tour." You mumbled at him, harshly and he didn't blame you. 

"I'd give it up if it meant being with you," You scoffed at him, turning around to face him and you saw him properly for the first time. Bags under his eyes, his hair a mess, facial hair even growing, he was letting himself go.

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. It didn't matter if his dreams were in Korea, if you were here then he was here too. Being away from you for so long had given him clarity that he knew he didn't want that life without you.

"You are my dream, Yn," he said, his voice unwavering. Gasps sounded inside of the cafe as onlookers took int he scene in front of them, all of them interested to see what was going to happen. 

"Without you, none of it means anything. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant I got to keep you by my side." And in that moment, as the weight of his words settled upon you, you felt something shift within your heart. With a trembling breath, you reached out to brush away the tears that stained his cheeks. It was going to take a lot of work to get back to being together the way you used to be but if he was willing to work then so were you.

"I'm tired of running, Jungkook. I'm tired of being second best to your job. I get that you love it but...I need more," you whispered, your voice barely a whisper in the hushed stillness of the café.

"But if we're going to do this, it has to be different this time. We have to do better, together." A smile tugged at the corners of Jungkook's lips as he pulled you into his embrace, the warmth of his touch a beacon of hope in the darkness. 

"I promise, baby," he whispered against your hair, his voice a fervent prayer. 

"I'll spend the rest of my days proving it to you." He whispered, prepared to do whatever it took to keep you in his life. 

It had been a month of you both alone in your home town and you were finally prepairing to go back to Seoul together, your things were packed and shipped but you were saying goodbye to everyone you'd grown to know in the cafe.

"If he hurts you again, you come get me." Red - one of the elderly ladies - said as she looked at you, arching a brow. Jungkook had grown to know all of them on a personal level but he knew they were all looking out for you,

"Yes, ma'am." You promised, hugging her tightly as Jungkook smirked from the doorway, happy that you'd made friends.

"You better bring her back more too! I want you both here for more 80th Birthday party!" She screams at him and he chuckles.

"I promise we'll be here," He told her, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his embrace.

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I need help 😭

So, I've been looking for this one Jungkook imagine on instagram, but I literally can not find it. It's about Jungkook being a bad boy and/or playboy in a high school or college(can't remember which one. Y/n is the new girl, and she befriends a very sweet girl who literally has no friends because of her protective brother, which is Jungkook. Jungkook first meets Y/n at lunch in the school cafeteria and he thinks that she is just using his sister to get close to him so he knocks her lunch tray out of her hands without looking at her. But when he does finally look up at her, this man does a whole 360 and automatically becomes, even apologizing to her. The next few parts of the imagine is just Jungkook trying to woo Y/n, and it ends with Y/n kissing Jungkook as a way of saying she likes him back while at some party or something, and he passes out because his crush likes him back. Now, I am begging yall to help me find the author. Please reply to this post with the username of the author, or if they deleted their account. Thank you 💜.

Hi guys! I'm going to start writing for BTS. I've previously written for Fall Out Boy, all stories are on my wattpad, as well as the ones for BTS.. I've been toying with the idea of writing for BTS for the last year, and finally got the courage to.

If you have any requests please feel free to send them in!

I will write: Fluff, angst, comedy, fake texts, bullet points, and suggestive situations.

I will NOT write: full on smut or anything to romanticize abuse, drugs, suicide or mental illness.

I hope to write more for everyone in the future, and I hope you all enjoy!

Where My Demons Hide ~1~

Finally have the first chapter of WMDH up. 

Oc/? 

Named character

Warnings: This is a zombie apocalypse AU. Blood, gore, death, fear, hunger, and injuries are all mentioned in this story. Please read at your own risk. 

Italics indicate thoughts.

Masterlist

Letting out the breath she had been holding, Skyler slipped behind the corpse that had been stalking the small store in search of her flesh, and slammed her knife into its skull, effectively causing it to drop to the ground.

Finally, she thought as she wiped the blood off of her knife, still on guard in case any more dead were hiding. After a few seconds, she made her way to the door she had come through and locked it, placing a newspaper stand against it, making sure nothing -or no one- could get back in without making noise.

Skyler was quick to start putting as many dry foods and protein bars in her bag as she could before moving on to water and basic hygiene and first aid necessities. Thankfully this store hadn’t been ransacked and she had plenty to choose from. She would be set for weeks if she was smart about rationing the contents of her bags, months, or even years if she could stay close enough to this little store. Though, with the way the world is now staying close could prove to be difficult.

After her bag was filled and she had eaten enough to satisfy her hunger, Skyler glanced outside the window and sighed. A small group of the dead had wandered near the storefront.

She moved closer to the window, careful not to make any loud noises so she could remain unseen, and quickly tried to count them.

“Fuck,” she whispered, stepping back into the shadows.

At least twenty dead were outside, and those were the ones she could see. Normally, Skyler would have few problems sneaking past the dead, killing any if she had to. However, she was never in the position of having to pass more than two or three at a time.

What should I do? She thought, bringing her thumb up to gnaw on the nail. Try to get past? No, they’ll smell me. Take them out? No, God, they’ll kill me seconds. She moved on to the next nail, a nervous habit she had since childhood.

She stayed like that for a while, throwing out options in her mind and quickly tossing them aside.

The sun was starting to disappear from the window, signaling it was getting later, and in turn, darker. Maybe I could stay here for the night. Block the doors, hole up in. A corner or something. She looked around, noticing a door she assumed to be a manager's office.

It opened with relative ease, and as she cautiously looked in, would provide a safe haven for her. For the night, at least. There were three slim windows on the back wall, made out of thick glass, and small enough nothing would be able to get in. She was able to find tape amongst the mess, and plastered the papers along the windows to avoid being seen.

With the remaining light the blocked windows provided, Skyler was finally able to take in the office. Not large, but enough for at least three people to be in comfortably. In front of the windows was a big metal desk with an uncomfortable looking chair to sit in. A computer hung from the desk, dusty and barely hanging on by the frayed wires. Papers and pictures were littered across the desk and floor, indicating someone left in a panic. Two filing cabinets stood on each side of the wall, a few drawers just open enough to tell that they weren’t locked.

Yes, this will work for tonight, she thought, Maybe I could stay here a few nights, just to rest. I could leave as soon as I’ve rested.

With the thought of not having to brave the elements and the dead, or worry about making a safe camp, Skyler perked up and found some soda cans and glass bottles she could empty to make noise traps. After locking the entrance to the store, she stung a bundle of cans and bottles along the bottom of the entrance so she could hear if something found its way in. She didn’t worry too much about the windows. She’d be able to hear if those broke.

Satisfied with her traps, Skyler made her way back to the office with food from the shelves. Canned meat, a can of baked beans, and water was her luxurious meal of the day. She was tempted to grab some cookies or candy bars, but had thought better of it, not wanting to get sick from all the sugar. She learned that lesson months ago.

Cracking the door, she settled down and was quick to fall asleep, lulled by the silence.

A loud crash and voices had Skyler jumping to her feet almost immediately, pulling her hunting knife out, and ready to attack. She quickly realized the noise was coming from the front of the store. Rushing out, she saw two men. The taller one was fighting off the dead, while the shorter one was trying to get the door open.

Skyler rushed to the door and held the handle and lock, pushing all her weight against the door.

“Let us in!” The short one yelled, “Please!”

Skyler, wide-eyed, shook her head as the smaller of the two started pushing harder.

“I- I can't hold them off! Get the damned door open!” The taller one screamed.

“I can't! They’re keeping it shut!” He screamed back, before turning his attention back to Skyler. “Please, help us! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

What is wrong with me? She thought. No. They’re not safe. The banging intensified as the taller one joined the other and slammed himself into the door. She looked into his eyes and saw fear, pleading, determination, and something else. But they’re human.

Skyler quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, both men falling onto the floor.

If anyone wants to send a sentence/quote, theme, and member, I’ll write a Drabble or one shot! 

I’m ready to shake off the cobwebs and get back on track!

"No one can win every battle, but no man should fall without a struggle"-Peter Parker, Spider-Man.

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"It's better to be recognized by who you are than be recognized by what sex you are" -Jungkook as Haruhi from Ouran High School Host Club🌹

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"Everyone starts from zero. If you mess up, just try it. Figure out why and try again" - Jungkook as Miyamura Izumi from "Horimiya"🤍

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mio angelo.

it’s no secret to the whole nation how powerful the jeon family was. the efforts of the highly respected don jungsoo was the reason why the name of their clan continues to be a name that people thought greatly of and sometimes even feared. despite your father working alongside with the don, you never truly understood what the family possessed to earn them such acclaim; that is until you got closer to one of his grandsons, jeon jeongguk, that you caught a glimpse of how much power they truly seized as you see it first hand and become a part of it yourself.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

word count: 33.3k (🤠; use the browser when reading to avoid the app from crashing !)

rating: 18+

content: fluff | smut | angst | mafia au | established relationship au | inspired by ‘the godfather’ (so a lot of scenes may have similarities from the novel / movie) + ‘vincenzo’ | ft. lawyer!reader, soon-to-be mafia boss!jeongguk (kinda a spoiler, but kinda not) | this fic is prose heavy !!

warning/s: swearing | mature themes | mentions of smoking, drugs, prostitution, violence, crimes, and murder | explicit sexual content | dirty talk | nipple sucking | creampie | fingering | multiple orgasms | oral (f. + m. receiving) | one mention of breeding kink lmao | praising | begging | choking | riding | cum eating | taking it from behind (lmao idk what it’s called) | overstimulation | unprotected sex (this is fiction okay - be safe irl !)

» related drabble/s: bonus scene #1; bonus scene #2

━ INTRO.

Your father has always been in debt with the Jeon Family; most specifically to their head, Don Jungsoo.

When you grew up and finally had the right amount of curiosity to ask why, Inhwan only smiled and said that the Don helped him in developing the winery—the winery that today stands as one of the most sought out wine companies in the country, slowly expanding to neighboring nations and even across other continents. He said that because of the Don’s generosity with assisting him in starting the business, taking care of matters that involved papers and endorsements and the easy transportation of goods to various well-known distributors, he was able to build a better future for your mother in about five years’ time, right before they were married and naturally, right before you were even born.

He was able to buy a massive house. He was able to raise you in a very comfortable environment, making sure that you grew up to be greatly taken care of; that you never once felt abandoned or alone, that you wouldn’t have to think twice in asking for something in whatever it is that you wanted and needed. Eventually, he was able to send you off to prestigious schools throughout your studies, even enrolled you to some classes that could develop a fundamental hobby such as drawing and playing the violin, taking any kind of measure without hesitation as long as it will assure him that he has truly done everything he can to lead you to a great future.

When you asked why Don Jungsoo offered so much to him despite the both of them not being blood related, he responded by saying “Your grandpa and him go way back. He always says that if it weren’t for your grandpa, he wouldn’t have found the success he has today.”

Hearing him say that, you were eager to meet Don Jungsoo, mostly because you never had the chance to meet your grandfather who passed away just months before you were brought to the world. At the age of twelve years old, while getting home from school that day, you were granted that opportunity as you arrived at the villa and saw an elderly man conversing with your dad in the common room, the both of them in the middle of a warm handshake, kind of like a goodbye.

That’s when you officially first met him, the Godfather, as Inhwan introduced you, promptly apologizing to Don Jungsoo for only doing so at that instance. Don Jungsoo harbored no hard feelings of course, knowing that it was nothing personal and was merely just a loss of opportunity because of the winery that Inhwan had to constantly oversee and the errands he had to do for the Family. Besides, Don Jungsoo already had the chance to meet you at your baptism and at a birthday of one of his grandsons that Inhwan and his wife were invited to, but you were very young back then to even remember it yourself.

As your eyes met that day, Don Jungsoo regarded you with delight almost immediately, fondly commenting that he thought you definitely inherited certain facial features from the father side of the family and that you have grown from a cute baby to a wonderful little girl. You smiled as he did, mumbling a shy thank you before instinctively hiding behind Inhwan’s waist, a gesture that Don Jungsoo chuckled at. It didn’t take long before you politely said goodbye when he once again concluded his meeting with your father because of the short interruption, the two men he brought along with him expressing their farewells to Inhwan too with a squeeze on Inhwan’s shoulder and also a pat on the back.

Even if that day was so long ago and was only a fragment of your childhood memories, you can always still remember that moment as if it just happened not that long ago. That day was indeed remarkable for you, since there stood the man that your dad has been talking about with so much honor and respect; the man that apparently raised your family from the ashes, the man who gave your father the chance to redeem himself, that it shouldn’t be questioned why Inhwan would treat Don Jungsoo in such a way.

You didn’t need a grown-up’s mind to realize that Don Jungsoo was an influential man. He showed it in his speech, his luxurious suit, and the people he seemed to have posing as his guard. He gave off an air of utmost authority, like there was no mistaking that he was a force you didn’t want to be reckoned with, a figure that people didn’t just respect, but also feared—and for most of your life, you only thought that it was because he was filthy and crazy rich. After all, rich people had all the means in the universe that could grant them the power to rule the entire world.

In Don Jungsoo’s case, his clan, the Jeon Family or more publicly known as JSG Group, was known to be the owner of a power company that chose renewable energy as its priority, the said establishment considered as the best across the state and among its competitors. Aside from the financial gain they already acquired with their principal enterprise, they have bought other businesses that stem from different fields—food and restaurant, motor vehicles, and even health care institutions.

They also had a lot of significant contacts, all who were as filthy and crazy rich as they were—were even secured when it came to legal matters because of the people they knew that were distinguished law practitioners; moreover, they had many friends that were involved notably in politics. It was those reasons why Don Jungsoo was named as one of the most powerful men and richest men in Seoul and has contributed so much with the immense accomplishment of your father’s winery as well. From your knowledge, JSG Group was a major shareholder of the wine company and has appointed Inhwan as the CEO to supervise its growing business.

Amidst all of that though, you shouldn’t have been naive enough to think that the winery’s said triumph was only made possible because of the Don’s well-known colossal wealth. You shouldn’t have been too dependent on the explanation that it was because Don Jungsoo was just inherently successful for everything to just go the way he wanted—for everything to fall into place in just a snap of his fingers.

It was only when you got particularly closer to one of his grandsons, Jeon Jeongguk, that you got a glimpse of what the Family precisely ran that made them so acclaimed and worshiped. It was only then did you understand and get to know what goes on behind the scenes that brought the Jeon Family such eminence, and whether your knowledge of it was for the better or for the worst, you didn’t really know.

━ CHAPTER I.

You and Jeongguk have been well acquainted since your youth. You knew him as the Don’s grandchild, the youngest in the eight that he had, and is said to be even affectionately referred to as Don Jungso’s ‘golden boy’ for he truly could do no wrong in his grandfather’s eyes.

To the Don, Jeongguk was shaped and made to be part of the business from the second he was born. Don Jungsoo said this with utmost confidence and pride in every chance he got for Jeongguk held all the qualities that he was expecting to come from an adequate head of their organization in the future. Jeongguk grew up to be a man who honored the Family’s good morals; a man who knew of loyalty, who valued true brotherhood; a man who knew when to use his brain or wield his fist; a man who you could sit down and reason with with the aim of diplomacy; a man who was adept in getting in the good sides of people, even the enemies, with his sweet tongue.

In Don Jungsoo’s three sons, there were always two or three qualities that were missing in his personal criteria for him to applaud them like he applauded his golden boy. His eldest son, Jeongguk’s father, thought too much, hesitated a lot in his choices, always wanted the majority to decide on something before he decided himself; the middle child, has never been interested in taking part of the business and most of the time remained distant with the Family in general, often treating it as nonexistent when got together with the rest of them on holidays and such; and as for the youngest, he was seen as too much of a coward to be relied on in any important mission by the Don, but he was at least dedicated in helping out in the best way he could to not be appreciated still..

As for the Don’s grandchildren, he had six girls and two boys. Since it was never an option by the Don to begin with to inflict the problems of the Family business to any of its women, his six granddaughters were ruled out automatically in his head and he only spoiled them of gifts and of love as his means to let them have a taste of what the business provided. In regards to his grandson aside from Jeongguk, who came from the middle child, the boy was much like his father who didn’t want anything to do with their source of outcome for him to be taken into mind. The Don respected the decision of his middle child and didn’t force him or his son to embrace their living, though he at least expected that they remain close to the family when it came to personal matters.

Jeongguk entered the business at the early age of 15 years old. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, for it was too young and too soon, but it was a time where there was prominent tension between the Four Families of Seoul that Jeongguk’s father convinced himself that would feel more at peace with if he knew that his son at least knew how to use a gun. Of course, the Don wasn’t consented first before Jeongguk was taught to defend himself and Don Jungsoo disapproved of Hanseo’s decision, as he always did, however, there was nothing even he could do to reverse what has already been and instead of acting like things were the way they were, in a poor attempt to save whatever innocence that is still left on the boy’s mind, he permitted Jeongguk to be introduced to their ways and to the Mafia.

Just a year after Jeongguk was brought in, he “made his bones” by being a member of Inhwan’s regime and partaking in an operation that had something to do with confronting a businessman to cave in to what the Don offered. The man was supposed to pick sides, to choose between serving the Jeon Family like he has been for half of his life or the Lee Family who came into the picture and threatened to do expeditions for them, and when the businessman declared that he was now loyal to the latter and detested his association to the Jeon clan, Inhwan permitted Jeongguk to do the honors of assassinating the traitor a few days later, thus, officially acknowledging him as a made man.

For the years that followed, Jeongguk became Inhwan’s right-hand man. It was the Don’s intention to place Jeongguk under Inhwan’s faction rather than Hanseo, for he thought that having Hanseo show his own son the ropes of the business was a little unhealthy given the man’s known wariness for the safety of his only child. So, Jeongguk became closer with Inhwan instead when it came to anything related to the business; the Caporegime he was serving trained him to be better and to be sharper in what he did.

“Jeongguk, you’ve met my daughter before, right? ____?” Inhwan said as he welcomed the grandson of the Don to his home, walking with him to his office supposedly but before they could get to the room, they had to pass through the kitchen where you were preparing yourself a meal.

Jeongguk, now 23 at that time, glanced at you and was able to instantly discern your familiar face. You’ve been a guest at some parties that his family has held in the past, he has heard your name escape past people’s lips multiple times before in casual conversations, but this was perhaps the first time that the both of you were exchanging introductions. He only knew you as Inhwan’s daughter who the Caporegime always mentioned in great esteem for being the top student of your university’s honor list; the only daughter who Inhwan cherished after his wife passed on ten years ago and who typically lived in the campus dormitory since she attended college, hence why he never had the chance to see you so close before (aside from the fact that he has studied overseas for the last four years, of course).

You made eye contact and the second you two did, Jeongguk approached you in courtesy, extending out a hand. “It’s nice to formally meet you.”

You looked at your father then back at Jeongguk, wiping your hand on the towel by the counter and finally shaking his hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”

When Inhwan and Jeongguk arrived at the office, it was obvious that you were still in the young boy’s mind. He never said anything about you again throughout the affairs he had to discuss with Inhwan though, as he thought of it as disrespectful to be straightforward with his attraction towards you to your father, but it was from that day forward that he began visiting your household frequently, even the dormitory you stayed at during weekdays, just to get to know you better, and let you get to know him more too. He was definitely interested in being more than friends, but he wanted things to run naturally and not come out as forced for him to be truly blunt about his feelings.

“I’ve been hearing that you’ve been spending a lot of time with Inhwan’s daughter these past weeks,” Hanseo, Jeongguk’s father, opened up for dinner one night. “You like the girl?”

“Would he spend the majority of his time with her if he didn’t?” His mother, Yeonjin, retorted.

Hanseo remained serious as he spoke again. “If your intentions aren’t good with her, you should drop it, Guk. She’s the daughter of one of our close family friends. It’s not good to go behind Inhwan’s back and steal his child away. If what you’re only looking for is one good night, don’t try finding it with ____.”

Jeongguk laid down his spoon gently. He was slightly offended to be viewed in that kind of light by his Pop, but he was a young man after all, and young men certainly didn’t go for serious relationships these days. “Should I ask Inhwan first before I pursue anything serious with ____ then?”

His parents shared a look; Hanseo snorted even in amazement while Yeonjin remained smiling.

“Are your intentions good with ____?” Hanseo repeated.

“I like her,” Jeongguk said. “She’s interesting, and she’s kind, and she’s beautiful, and most importantly, she gets me. We can talk for hours and I wouldn’t know because time doesn’t move as fast when I’m with her.”

Hanseo continued staring at him, analyzing him, trying to guess if he was being honest with what he just said. After what seemed like a minute of scrutinizing Jeongguk, he shrugged as if it was suddenly not a big deal. “I’ll talk to Inhwan, get him to agree in setting you up with his daughter,” Hanseo assured him.

“I can do that myself. I’ll talk to Inhwan.”

“You want to talk to Inhwan yourself?”

“Yes. I want to assure him that I’m serious with what I want with ____.”

“In that degree, we might as well just arrange the both of you two wed.”

“No, no,” Jeongguk shook his head immediately, “I don’t want it to be forced. I don’t want to rush things. I just want to know that it’s okay and my personal interests won’t affect the Family.”

The following day, Hanseo still talked to Inhwan about Jeongguk’s attraction to you as a heads up. Inhwan just chuckled, admittedly fond with Jeongguk to think of it as a bad idea, nodded, and said that as long as Jeongguk won’t do anything that would harm you or disrespect you on purpose, then he was going to be on board with whatever relationship Jeongguk was going to have with indeed his only daughter; his permission was the least of what he could give considering that Jeongguk was the Godfather’s grandson. Besides, he really wasn’t a stranger to Jeongguk at this point; he practically raised him along with the others with Inhwan’s significant role in the Family business to perceive him as not a good fit for you.

On the Friday of that very week, Jeongguk went to the campus grounds of your university. He waited outside the building where he knew you would be taking your last class, leaning against the hood of his lavish Maranello with his arms crossed and his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Passersby ogled at him; murmured about his vehicle, some even took sneaky snapshots to send to their friends about how there was such a car in the premises. Even Jeongguk himself was well talked about by the students, with his right arm covered with elegant yet intimidating tattoos, the striking manner in which he stood and leaned there, and the fact that he was wearing this orangish yellow short-sleeved Fendi button down and was pulling it off despite how its color and style contradicted to the dangerous aura he was giving.

When you got out of the building, still conversing with a classmate, it took you a few more seconds to notice him; if it weren’t for a distant voice of another classmate saying how there was a ‘literal world treasure’ before his eyes, you wouldn’t have curiously looked forward and saw Jeongguk there, already staring at you, head tilted to the side while he indulged himself in the beauty of your appearance. As you regarded his presence with a smile, he lifted his sunglasses, pushing it past his forehead and over his hair, and flashed a smirk at you.

“Who’s that hot piece of ass?” Your friend, with her jaw slightly hanging down, blatantly asked. “Do you know him?”

“He’s a family friend.”

“A family friend?”

“A good family friend.” You grinned all knowingly. “I’ll see you next week.”

You skipped down the stairs without giving your friend a chance to interrogate you further and stopped right in front of Jeongguk who met you halfway. He had a handsome grin on his face and upon your arrival, automatically reached out to get your bag for you, a gesture that you stopped from happening by swaying your tote bag and books to the other side of where he was reaching for.

“Are you just going to act like you coming here is a thing we planned?” you asked with a chuckle.

The grin hasn’t left his mouth, only transforming into a playful one. “Sorry. I’ve always been under the impression that on one of these days, you want me to whisk you away before you get home and take you somewhere far.”

“Ah, of course, you have read my mind and obtained one of my deepest desires. Though I’m assuming this far place we’re pertaining to is the beach? What’s with this polo?” You couldn’t help but tease, even touching the hem to straighten it for a second.

Jeongguk remained looking at you, shamelessly ignoring your teasing. “Pop already talked with your Dad. And I already talked with him too.”

“Talked about what?” You were still examining the print of his top.

“About us.”

That had you flickering your gaze up to meet his, your delight not being concealed as the ends of your lips twitched. “What about us?”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “Come on, don’t pretend that you don’t know what this thing is between us.”

“I’m not following, Guk.” The mischief in your gaze said otherwise and he chuckled, shaking his head, successfully getting your belongings this time when he reached for it. “What is this thing between us? All I know is that we’re great family friends and that—”

“Go out with me,” he cut you off, not letting you go longer with your act, “go out with me and let me show you a good time. More than great family friends tonight. What do you say?”

“Tonight?” You at least looked pleased and willing. “I might have to ask my father first.”

“I told you, I already asked him.”

“Even with what you want to do tonight?”

“All I want to do tonight is to take you out on a date. Just putting it out there just so we’re clear.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, crystal clear.”

“All I need is your yes, ____,” he added. “Won’t you give me that yes?”

He knew he was going to get what he wanted either way in how you smiled, how your cheeks blushed, and how you were abruptly getting fidgety, a thing you did that he noticed would only showcase itself whenever you were giddy or nervous. Nonetheless, the rush of serotonin didn’t stop you from teasing him again when you gave your answer. “I would, but I’m not exactly dressed in an attire that matches yours. I mean, I don’t even know if I have something that’s as flashy as that in my closet.”

“You’re really amused with what I’m wearing, aren’t you?”

“I just have never seen you in anything other than black or any other dark color.” You snorted. “But I like it. You look good. Very suave, still.”

“You really think that?”

“Yeah, I’m serious. You look very handsome.”

Jeongguk had noticed too that you were not one to shy away from speaking your thoughts out. It was another trait he liked about you. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, come on—” he laughed when you did— “get in the car and I’ll drive you home first so that you can change.”

You nodded, eagerly heading to the passenger’s side, Jeongguk doing the same. “Where will you take me after that?”

“To the beach. Like you said.”

You laughed louder at that. “Sounds amazing.”

He opened the door for you and pushed it closed once you were settled inside.

Jeongguk did take you to the beach that afternoon. It was counted as your first date. You laid in the sand with him, the both of you talking about your day and other things that came to mind. You ate some cheap good food at the near convenience store, an occurrence that Jeongguk almost stopped from happening since he wanted to take you somewhere nicer for dinner, but you refused and insisted that you didn’t want anything heavy or expensive for that matter; you just wanted to be with him and act like teenage couples that couldn’t get rid of the too-happy smiles on their faces while they spent the day with their lover. Of course, you didn’t tell him the last part verbally, didn’t tell him directly yet that you wanted him to see you as a lover, but Jeongguk got the message and exactly went along with what you secretly hoped for.

By the time the sun was nowhere to be seen and the night had fallen, he told you that you two should probably get going home. The ride back was approximately 30 minutes long and he didn’t want to abuse the trust that Inhwan granted him by keeping you up too late and until the last minute for the first date. Thankfully, you agreed without a fuss, and for the whole time he drove you back to the villa, your hand was intertwined with his, laid on your thigh that was closer to the gearstick so he wouldn’t have trouble switching gears and holding your hand at the same time. He had to pretend that he wasn’t too happy with the show of affection you were sharing with him, but there was no mistaking from his expression throughout the drive that he was thrilled.

“Thank you for today, Guk,” you said as he stopped in front of your home, pushing the button that unlatched the seatbelt. “I had fun.”

“Thank God.” He laughed and so did you. You gazed at each other for a while before he squeezed your hand and let go, about to unfasten his seatbelt. “Let me walk you to the front door.”

“That won’t be needed.” You held his bicep to stop him, a successful tactic. “Dad’s probably home already and I know you say that he’s okay with us doing this but I still prefer if he wouldn’t see what I’m going to do.”

He knitted his eyebrows together, close to asking what you meant but you had already launched yourself towards him and kissed his mouth, catching him completely off guard. “Good night,” you said then, grinning, though your attempt to get out of the vehicle urgently after you said that failed to do a dramatic exit as Jeongguk gently pulled you back with a gentle hold on your wrist to kiss you again, this time in a fuller and proper way.

His calloused palm landed on your cheek, another on your neck, and when he leaned away in what seemed like hours of your lips on the other, your tongues clashing at one or multiple points in fervor—it was only so he could do the boyish gesture of smirking at you, kissing you again instantly afterwards, a soft groan rumbling in his throat while he kept you a bit longer in his car than he planned. That night marked the beginning of your budding relationship with him.

It also marked the moment when he realized that it was your nerve and determination that Jeongguk truly loved the best when it came to you. However, it wasn’t going to be for another few years that he would soon discover that just like everything in the world, your nerve and determination had limitations of its own, that there were going to be occasions wherein you would back out and play it safe—and he was willing to fill that portion of cowardice you possessed with the courage he was born with and worked hard for in his bones.

━ CHAPTER II.

Growing up, Inhwan never pressured you with the possibility that you’d have to take over the winery once you were old enough. Instead, he insisted that you follow your own dreams and he will be here, always right behind you, supporting you in any way that he could to make sure that dream of yours would come true.

Truth be told, it was never his intention to build the wine company in hopes that it could be a permanent business for his children and grandchildren—at least not at first when Don Jungsoo proposed the idea to him. The Don only told Inhwan that he should think of another venture that the Jeon Family can go into, a venture that would serve as another front for the real Family business, and in return for his efforts to build this future company and act as its CEO for the following years to come, he would be granted most of its earnings, since being so would not cause an issue with the Family due to his record of loyalty, which Inhwan felt very grateful for.

At Inhwan’s motivation, you decided to go towards the path of being an accomplished lawyer. Of course, that would take more years of studying and more years of general sleepless nights and frustration until you probably would have to wish death to fall upon you later on. But you were determined to prove yourself out there and do something that your heart genuinely longed for, not caring how long it would take and how much you would have to endure just to be at the top of your game. Inhwan, like promised, was more than willing to provide you with everything necessary for a bright road heading to your dream.

Inhwan knew you were an intelligent woman. The fact slapped him in the face every time you talked and made comments about the news or the wine company, speaking your mind out even at times no one frankly asked for your thoughts. You weren’t only smart because you knew how to memorize the texts on your school books—you were a true intellectual. He knew that and knew that he didn’t need to ask the Godfather to call important contacts to be guaranteed that you will get into the finest law school in Seoul once you were a few months away from finishing your undergraduate studies—but he still did, just to double-check, just to feel at ease that he won’t have to answer to his daughter’s disappointment when you discover that you didn’t get in.

You still got in though, thank goodness, without any of the Family’s special friends pulling some strings for him, earning it fair and square. The next thing you know, you have already spent four years in law school and have graduated, eventually passing the bar exam, your name printed as one of the top scorers. Once again, Inhwan was grateful that he didn’t have to contact anyone, knowing that if you discovered what he did, you would take it as more of an insult than a favor since more than anyone, it was supposed to be Inhwan who trusted your ability to pass on your own.

In celebration for yet another impressive feat of yours, he hosted a big get-together in the villa, inviting the Family and other people to share the momentous occasion with the both of you. Inhwan, though positive that the Don has not changed his mind in including women openly in the business, knew that the Godfather would find your obvious achievement beneficial to the Family, so he made sure to give highlight to your passing (even if it was just the start) as much as he could. You’ve been dating the Don’s grandson for four years now after all; it was only natural for Inhwan to always want to bring you into a better light and deem you as indeed worthy.

“Guk,” you breathlessly chuckled, your boyfriend’s tongue swiping against your skin, “they’re going to notice we’ve gone missing.”

Jeongguk pulled away from your neck, the skin of your throat littered with red marks that you’d have to cover up by changing into a turtle neck after the both of you were done. “So what? They’ll just understand that I’m just giving my smart girl her present.”

“And what is your present?” You couldn’t help but release a small moan when he lapped his tongue once more on your flesh and pressed himself against you deliciously harder on the mattress. “Your dick?”

“What? You don’t want it?” He snickered.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I have a greater gift other than my manhood, angel.” He leaned back fully, a handsome grin on his features, his arms supporting half of his weight as he hovered you. “Do you wanna see it?”

“Your manhood? Well, we both know it’s not something I haven’t seen before—”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, snatching a long kiss on your mouth for your silliness, “my gift. What I bought for you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You really brought something for me?”

“Of course.” Another kiss, now on your forehead, and he stood up.

He went to your dresser, took the small paper bag that you didn’t even notice the first time around for you were too preoccupied with Jeongguk’s lips to mind anything else, and sat down on the spot he was in just seconds ago to officially present it to you. You watched in anticipation as he brought a black box out, your eyes widening impulsively at what it possibly meant and what it had inside though before you could speak, Jeongguk beat you to it. “I’m not proposing. In case you were thinking about that,” he said, placing the paper bag he didn’t need anymore on the floor.

You released a huff of relief. “I would have said no anyways.”

He flashed his eyes on you, hurt. “Really?”

“You’re not proposing, right?”

“Yeah, but it’d be nice to know that if I was, you would have said yes regardless.”

“I would have, but just not at this moment. Wouldn’t want being engaged to you steal the limelight of my accomplishment.”

He snorted. “Can’t say you’re wrong. It’d be a nationwide phenomenon.”

“Sometimes, you can go too far over the top of your head, sweetheart.” You gently held his chin to drag his face closer so you could plant a kiss on his mouth.

Jeongguk smirked and opened the velvet box. There inside lay a thin gold chain necklace with five diamonds, the five of them glittering and placed tightly next to each other in the middle. You unconsciously held your breath at its gorgeousness, your interest in jewelry not being hidden at that instant, for you can’t deny that as you got older, your love for shiny things increased too, but then you thought about how this must have cost a fortune—not that it would be any problem to Jeongguk if it had—that a frown came to your face the next instant.

“Jeongguk…”

“I didn’t spend that much on it,” he defended immediately, aware that you would open the topic of how much was this. “This didn’t put me close to bankruptcy or something.”

“Huh, that’s not at all a very guilty thing to say, Guk.”

He chuckled at the sarcasm. “Well, okay—you can’t expect me not to go all out sometimes. You deserve gifts like this.”

“Do I really?”

“Of course, you do, angel.” He took the necklace from its box. “Turn around for me. Let me put it on you and let’s see what it looks like.”

You obliged, scooting towards him and spinning around to let your back face him. You swept your hair to the other side and lifted it up, Jeongguk swinging his arms over you and laying the necklace flat against your skin, the five diamonds just by your collar. The cold sensation of the chain made goosebumps rise on your nape; Jeongguk locked it in place and lightly pulled the diamonds lower to fix it on your neck.

He kissed your shoulder sweetly when he was done. “Okay, let’s see it.”

You both stood up, trudging to the full length mirror you had in your room. As you stood before it, you could clearly see the diamonds gleaming with enthusiasm; you’re already sure that no one would miss it when you go outside and greet some guests again. You know they would automatically think that it was Jeongguk who gave you such an exquisite present, considering that even though your father would not hesitate to give you expensive jewelry like this one, Inhwan didn’t exactly have the same good taste as your boyfriend to have the necklace mistaken as his gift.

“Looks like it was made for you,” Jeongguk commented with a proud smile, kissing the same spot on your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

He chuckled, encircling his arms around your waist, still placing sweet kisses on your skin.

“How much is this?” You still couldn’t help but ask.

He shook his head. “No, no, this is a gift, I won’t tell you how much it costs.”

“Just give me an estimate, Guk.”

“It’s as grand as my love for you.”

You scoffed. “I’ll be offended if I discover that this isn’t as expensive in my head.”

He laughed. “I assure you it’s worth a lot. When have I ever given you anything that didn’t match your significance to me?”

“That’s your flaw, really. You spend too much.”

“I don’t mind.” He nuzzled his face on your neck. “Not if it’s for you.”

You turned around and embraced his torso, smiling, touched and swooned by his words as he always had the ability to do. You pushed yourself upwards with your toes, properly kissing him on the lips and Jeongguk reciprocated the gesture with a content smile, his hand on your hip tightening.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “I appreciate it, you know I do. But next time, how about you give me something that isn’t too glorious, alright?”

“No promises.”

You narrowed your eyes on him, a complaint bubbling inside you though just as you were about to say it out loud, Jeongguk was quick enough to prevent your actions by capturing your mouth again with his, humming in a teasing manner as he slowly led you back to the bed.

Three knocks on your door interrupted the moment, the two of you freezing at the sound. “Guk? Are you in there?” A familiar voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“No, he isn’t,” you promptly lied.

“____, I can sense that you’re holding him captive even from miles away.” He chuckled.

You sighed and untangled yourself from Jeongguk, opening the door.

There outside at the hall stood Seokjin, the adoptive brother of Jeongguk who was also a good friend of yours and an already valued lawyer himself. He was five years older than him and six years older than you, and being someone who always treated you like a little sister of his own, especially when you started to date Jeongguk, he was always kind to remind you since your law school days that if ever you needed anyone’s guidance about your shared field, he was there and was only one call away. You told him you were certainly going to take him up for that someday when you indeed needed his help, very comfortable with him to possibly open the topic in the future.

Seokjin glanced at Jeongguk. “Your grandpop wants to talk to you.”

“What is it about?” Jeongguk was smoothing his hair.

“Business, as usual.” Seokjin looked at you next. “Sorry for stealing him away—and in the middle of your party too. But it’s important.”

“No worries, I understand. Besides, Dad might not be too thrilled if he caught us in here before you have. We were just going to join the others again anyway.”

“Ah, yes, remember to keep yourself pure before marriage, ____. Saving yourself for your wedding night is definitely still the trend with the old folks.” Seokjin grinned.

“A possible yet at the same time impossible task,” you further joked.

“I’ll see you again later, okay?” Jeongguk appeared beside you to head to the door, pecking your cheek and glancing at his brother. “Jin, look at what I’ve bought, isn’t it beautiful?” He pointed at the necklace you wore.

Seokjin turned his eyes on it like asked and pursed his lips in approval, staring at it with an amused expression, nodding. “Gorgeous. You wear it well, ____. Of course, that is if we’re talking about the diamond necklace and not the forming hickeys.”

Your face burned; you tried to look nonchalant to preserve what’s left of your dignity, moving your hair then to the front to conceal the love bites. “Well, both were given by this clever guy right here.” You glared at Jeongguk who was staring at your neck now with an even prouder gaze. You hit him on the stomach because of it.

“That doesn’t come as a surprise.” Seokjin snorted and patted Jeongguk’s back as the young man stepped out. “We’ll catch up with you again after we’re done. I won’t keep him for too long.”

“No, it’s really alright. Settle what needs to be settled. In fact, don’t bother to return him if it’s that important.”

Seokjin laughed, pushing Jeongguk away before the latter could snap something back. “Noted. Congratulations again, princess. I look forward to seeing you in court one day.”

“Thanks, Jin. Hopefully not against each other though.” You smirked.

He chuckled and strided forward with an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders, leading him to the direction where your father’s office was located.

You’ve been informed that the Jeon Family has been talking about matters concerning the winery. The Don, being the Chairman of the board, was discussing affairs with Inhwan that you weren’t really aware of for your father never liked sharing them with you.

It was odd in your opinion, to still be kept under the light about anything that involved the wine company, for you’ve had the impression that once you grew up and has made it apparent that you could be a good help to the business despite your choice of profession not entirely centered around it, he would be more open to letting you in the scoop. Instead, you still had to mostly hear news about what he planned for it through hints from Jeongguk or other employees. Whenever you’d ask Inhwan yourself if there was anything you could do for the business, he would only squeeze your shoulders as he hugged you from the side, assuring you that you didn’t have to worry about anything, and that he could manage on his own and with the help of the Don just fine.

You let it slide but you were always salty about his secrecy deep down as you even reckon that Seokjin was more involved with it than you were. You’ve eavesdropped once in a conversation shared by your father and his friends at the patio of your villa that Seokjin was practicing his law degree exclusively for the Don (you’ve taken it as he was a part of the lawyers representing JSG Group), meaning he probably took care of anything related to the legalities of the winery too.

In a part of your mind, you didn’t get why Seokjin wouldn’t want to kick start his career first by gaining experience and taking a lot of various cases first rather than working for one big client after graduation. You knew the Don probably could offer him a sum that no client could ever give him, but in regards to the practice of law itself, you weren’t so sure. It seemed to be working out for Seokjin regardless though; he has always been sharp-witted and sensible anyways to not make the right decision.

Eventually, you’d have the opportunity of knowing exactly how sharp-witted and sensible Seokjin can be; you’d be far astonished to the point of actually beginning to deem him as a better lawyer than you were yourself, because unlike you, Seokjin had a certain quality within him that made him the perfect legal adviser.

━ CHAPTER III.

Jeongguk, since the day he became a made man, was always reminded that everything that revolved around the Mafia was strictly business. The transactions, the meetings, the negotiations, and even the violence that may come along with it if diplomacy was not the effective way to go was part of the whole ordeal. He had to instill in his head from the very start that nothing from their world should be taken personally—even if a member gets hurt because of another Family or a mafioso becomes a traitor to their organization. Everything was still going to be considered as business or done for the sake of business; nothing should ever be taken personally or with the aim to hurt the mafioso’s personal life.

That was one of the reasons why the Cosa Nostra was still seen as an honorable society despite the dangers and the various dirty businesses it carried out. Even though their people were comprised of crooks, thieves, murderers, and other nouns to describe generally bad people, they still had a set of morals of their own that they religiously kept within themselves and followed. However, there were flaws and loopholes to those ethics they observed, and the thin line that separated business matters and personal matters was something they overstepped at times in being too inflamed with their innate greediness.

“Are you sure it just happened? No one attacked my father?” Hanseo frustratingly asked through the phone. “How about that guy? Jang Yeocheol? He was obviously more than displeased when the Don refused to fund his plan for that wack of a narcotic casino. He didn’t do anything about it?”

Jeongguk waited patiently in the single leather chair inside the office. One thing he was sure of is not to rush and ask questions when Hanseo was asking them to someone else and was obviously agitated over the line. The person he was talking to was the Don’s bodyguard, the person who was in charge of driving him in and out of the office and to any other errands he wanted to go; his name was Yoongi and from Jeongguk’s knowledge, he was also one of Inhwan’s most trusted men, a guy he considered as his right-hand man since Jeongguk formed his own regime.

“Okay. I’m sending men there for backup. No doubt the news is already out about the Don’s condition.” Hanseo ended the call and glanced at Jeongguk.

“What happened to Grandpop?” he put forward.

“Stroke. Just fell in his office chair and his secretary found him there. Don’t worry, he’s okay, he was spotted early on and the doctor in charge of him is Dr. Hwang. I’m sure he’ll be doing anything to make sure the old man’s okay. You know him, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk nodded. “He owes Grandpop a lot of favors. Should I do something? Should I go to the hospital too?”

“No, no, I don’t want you going there until I’m sure there really isn’t foul play involved. I know it’s not unlikely for Pop to suffer from something like that, the man’s not getting younger after all, but it’s still better to be sure. I’m going to have them review the CCTVs at the office; I’ll ask a guy I know to look through the phone calls of anyone close to the Don recently. Especially Yoongi—just for a safety measure, I don’t think that kid has it in him to betray us if that was the case.” Hanseo dialled another number on his phone.

Jeongguk took out his phone as well, the other one he used for the business. “Don’t you want me to call anyone too? The other Three Families might be jumping on this opportunity to put us in the bad light; for sure they’ll have the people think that his condition is worse than it already is.”

“I already have Seokjin working on that. He’ll be talking to the director at HSN News to make sure nothing leaks or at least nothing makes a big deal out of it. Why don’t you just go ahead and talk to your uncles? Ask them where they are and how they’re doing.”

“Really? That’s all you want me to do?”

“Yes, Guk, just go ahead and do it for me.” Hanseo made a hand movement that meant ‘go do it’ as he said his greetings to the person who just answered his call.

Jeongguk started calling his two other uncles at his father’s request; the second eldest, though having never shown his obvious affection for their Family, was panicked when he got Jeongguk’s call, quickly asking if the Don was alright. Jeongguk assured him that everything was okay and that they were handling it here in the headquarters, a.k.a. the home of Don Jungsoo itself, efficiently. His uncle murmured his praises of thanks to the heavens and promised that he’ll be travelling as fast as he could back to Seoul, in which Jeongguk immediately said that the best thing that he could do there is wait for a while until they confirm that matters are truly fine; once all of that is done, Jeongguk will ask Inhwan to send a couple of men over to his uncle so that his travel can be arranged, a preposition that the second eldest son of Don Jungsoo agreed without further complaint.

For the youngest of his two uncles, the Family scaredy-cat as Hanseo liked to tease his brother for, already knew what was happening when he answered the call. It was obvious that he was shaken but was gratefully getting his shit together as he told Jeongguk that he’s already digging into it too. This uncle of his talked about how even though the Don was already in his late 70s, he still believed that his father would not fall into sickness like that, a statement that Jeongguk had to disagree to since it was him who had to see the Don every single day and see him act more like his age the more time passed by, but he chose not to say anything for the sake of his uncle who still thought of the Don so highly that even natural causes just didn’t seem plausible for him.

After Jeongguk was done making that last call, he was about to go back to the office and update himself with the next course of actions that Hanseo must already be devising when he saw your Caller’s ID flash on his screen and he figured you must have heard the news too. He answered quickly, hearing your concerned tone over the line right as he pressed the phone again against his ear.

“Hey, Guk, is he alright?” you asked, your sweet voice entering his ears that he unconsciously relaxes, not noticing that for the past thirty minutes or so of talking with his uncles and going over with what he knew so far, he has been tense and sweating through his palms.

“Yeah, he is. They’re still checking on him though but he’s fine.”

“That’s great to hear. I was surprised when I saw the article online. Do you know that they already wrote something about Don Jungsoo?”

Jeongguk closed his eyes in exasperation. “Now I do.”

“It’s horrible. I mean, I understand that they may think that the news would downplay the company but why would they go as far as reporting a personal matter like that so quickly. It’s practically inhumane.”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk sighed, agreeing despite knowing the precise answer to your wonder—that the news of the Don’s illness would bring definitely confidence in the other Families, that others would assume that the Jeon clan wouldn’t be as powerful as they were without Don Jungsoo, given that the majority of the important contacts they had were acquired thanks to their loyalty to Don Jungsoo.

A short pause. “How about you, sweetheart?” you asked. “How are you holding up?”

He shrugged even if you couldn’t see it. It was the first time someone asked how he was doing after the whirlwind of events. “I don’t know. I’d say I’m okay but I don’t know. I don’t feel good.”

“You must be feeling bad, I’m sorry for asking a stupid question. Your grandfather is in the hospital for god’s sake—it wouldn’t be unusual for you to feel that way. Should we visit him where he’s admitted later when I’m done here? Or you can go ahead and I’ll follow.”

“Sure, just right after I check in with Pop. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go there together.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

“Thanks for asking how I am, angel.” He sighed, a small smile appearing on his features. He hated it when you downplayed your thoughtfulness by claiming it was stupid; he didn’t want you to think that he didn’t think it was sweet or touching. “I needed to hear your voice after the news. It’s a nice reliever, you know?”

“He’ll be fine, Guk.” You assured him. “The Don’s a strong man—a good man too. He’ll be okay.”

Jeongguk nodded. “Yeah, of course. He’ll be fine.” A thought jumped in his mind abruptly. “How’s your day, by the way? Have you talked with your dad?”

“Yeah, he called. He said he’ll be sending a chauffeur for me—for what reason, I don’t know what; he said that he just wanted me to get home safely. I declined though, I told him I wanted to talk to you first. Does this have to do anything with the Don?”

There were these moments wherein Jeongguk was positive that you knew much more than what you let on. He never would think you were stupid to not get what the Family really did after all these years of your father being a caporegime and your romantic relationship with him who plays an important role in the business; it’s just that a lot of people typically only assumed that the Don’s power and wealth all rooted from the power company and the other ventures the Jeon Family pursued, that it wouldn’t surprise Jeongguk if that’s what you only thought of as well. However, there were always said times like these in which you’d give him a flicker of awareness that he’d also always find himself second guessing.

Before he could have answered, Seokjin, who had slipped inside the office with Inhwan earlier while Jeongguk was conversing with his uncles, peeked outside at the hallway and looked at him. “Your pop’s asking you to pack it up quickly. You still talking with the two?”

“No. This is already ____ I’m talking with.”

“Hurry up, kid.”

Jeongguk hated it when Seokjin called him ‘kid’, even if it was used in a context of brotherly affection. He watched as the acting Consigliere disappeared inside the office again; he focused his attention back to you, still on the line and waiting. “I have to go,” he said, not bothering to pick up where the conversation was on. “They’re asking for me.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“I’ll text you if I get the go signal, alright? Don’t go anywhere and just stay in the firm. I’ll fetch you myself when I finish talking to them.”

“Is it really that bad for all of you to behave this way?” Your tone was joking, light, but he knew that it was a serious question.

“No, no, it’s just a precaution. I think you’re already aware that Grandpop has a lot of enemies, don’t you?”

“I know. I just don’t know why you’d have to be careful with me too.”

Everything in the Mafia was business, nothing should ever be personal; alongside that, the Families mostly kept their words in never hurting women or children. “Just a precaution,” Jeongguk repeated. “I want—and I’m sure Inhwan wants as well—for you to be safe,” he explained.

You didn’t push it. “Okay then. I’ll be here and I won’t go anywhere unless it’s you who’s taking me.”

“Good. I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

Jeongguk got the memo four hours later that the men that Hanseo hired to investigate the Don’s case concluded that there was no foul play involved and that the stroke the Don experienced was merely a normal occurrence because of his old age. Hanseo and the others expected it already, for since the last weeks, there have been instances in which the Don’s speech would be incomprehensible, a usual symptom for the illness. However, every time they raised the concern to the Godfather, insisting that he should go and see a doctor, even going as far as bringing the doctor themselves in the headquarters, the old man dismissed every single one of their attempts and said that he was doing well.

“We still need to secure the hospital though,” Jeongguk added after. “A lot would take advantage of Grandpop’s state. They’d want to use the excuse of his body failing on its own when they succeed in doing whatever bullshit they’d come up with in trying to get rid of him.”

“That won’t be a problem. We’ve got soldatos there from Inhwan’s regime and Seokjin already talked to the Chief of the Seoul Police Department to make sure it’s handled properly there at the hospital,” Hanseo said. “I’d ask you to send more from your regime, Guk, but let’s not draw too much attention.”

“I agree,” he nodded. “Can I go there now then? I’d like to visit him, see how he’s doing personally,” Jeongguk asked.

“Sure.” Hanseo nodded with a sigh. “Your grandma is already there so look after her too, she must be in shock as well. She always scolded him with the smoking and the drinking all these years that I bet it’s what she’s going to nag about once Pop gains consciousness. Plus, from now on, I’d like it if someone who’s actually part of the Family to be beside Pop’s bed all the time.”

“Okay.” Jeongguk looked at Inhwan. “I’m picking ____ at the firm. I’m going to be bringing her to the hospital too. Is that okay?”

Inhwan always appreciated Jeongguk’s respect for him whenever it came to you. Jeongguk never once made it look like he was unworthy of Inhwan’s trust since the both of you started going out by blatantly using his title as the Don’s grandson to do what he wanted. “You do that,” Inhwan urged.

“When do you plan on proposing to her?” Hanseo suddenly brought up while Jeongguk was heading to the door. “It’s been what? Five years? When are you going to tie the knot?”

Jeongguk glanced at Inhwan the same time Seokjin did, the Consigliere hiding the amused smirk that was beginning to show with a glass of scotch being raised to his lips. “Are you seriously going to bring that up right now, Pop? In front of Inhwan?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Inhwan looked teasing, “you know you already have my vote, Guk.”

“I appreciate that but I don’t plan on proposing yet,” Jeongguk said.

“How come? What are you waiting for? ____ already graduated, she’s already doing well in her job. The both of you can start trying to make a family. It won’t be easy to do that in the future, I’m just saying. We’re looking at the worst case scenario here, and you know that if anything happens to Pop, you’ll be my underboss.”

“Not yet,” Jeongguk only reiterated. “And Grandpop’s going to be fine. There’s no need for me to rush into these things.”

“Jeongguk,” it’s Seokjin who spoke next, “you do know that when the Don wakes up, he won’t be the same anymore, right? He’s already having problems with his talking even before this happened; no doubt we’ll have to expect worse for the following days.”

“Propose to ____,” Hanseo said in a more authoritative voice. “Then when Pop wakes up and he’s doing okay—if he doesn’t look as bad as we’re expecting him to be—let’s get you and ____ married. We’ll have the Don attend and then it’ll be shown on the news how the Don still has the strength to attend to one of the momentous occasions in his grandson’s life.”

“So, you want to use an intimate and personal event in my life as a publicity stunt?” Jeongguk scoffed.

“Don’t take it to heart, Guk.” His father frowned. “It’s for the Family.”

“It’s bound to happen sooner or later anyway,” Seokjin added. “You’ve been trying to find a ring, haven’t you?”

“Not really the time to bring that up, Jin.” Jeongguk clenched his jaw, though his annoyed expression quickly faded and he found himself nodding at the end. “But fine, alright. I’ll do it if it’s the way we should go.”

“Great.” Hanseo smiled. “Let’s just pray harder that the old man gets a full recovery then.”

Jeongguk drove to the law firm you were working at with the thought of marriage in his head. It wasn’t like it never hit him that it’s about time that the both of you get wed; Hanseo already pointed out that it’s already been five years, Seokjin already mentioned it too that he’s been finding an engagement ring as well. It’s not like Jeongguk still had his doubts most especially, he was already sure from the moment that the two of you uttered your first I love yous to each other in the past that you were going to be the one and only woman he’ll want to hear that from—no one else.

He was just afraid of pulling you into the Family further. It was inevitable and a given already, as he never once thought of letting you go for the sake of your possible safety. It was selfish and terrible of him but he always thought that if other members of the Family could do it and still keep their wives and children safe, why can’t he? After all, the Mafia might always resort to violence and blackmailing when certain happenings don’t fall in their favor, but as much as possible, they tried to not step over the line and harm a Mafioso’s blood family. Doing so would bring shame to their values and would wage a war between the Four Families as they’d support their member’s want for vengeance and justice. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Jeongguk only hoped that it’ll always remain that way for as long as the two of you lived. He doesn’t think he would take it if something happened to you because of the business he was involved in. It was already bad enough that you’re the only weakness of your father, the only person he cherished now after your mother’s passing; now you’ve managed to become Jeongguk’s apparent weakness too.

He soon arrived at the entrance of your firm’s building. He already texted that he was on his way minutes ago, so he was pleased to see you marching out of the doors quickly once you saw his vehicle, hopping inside the passenger’s side and automatically leaning towards him as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“You good?” you asked straight off the bat, a hand on the back of his neck, fingers lightly massaging his nape.

Jeongguk relaxed again at the action and stared at you before being the one to lean towards you this time, kissing you on the mouth, longer and fuller. “I am,” he said as he let go, facing forward. “All thanks to you.”

You snorted while putting on your seatbelt. “Well, I’m glad. I take it that there are no concerning affairs about the Don?”

He only shook his head in confirmation, driving forward. It didn’t take long until you both were at the hospital; Jeongguk was satisfied to see that there were a significant number of men there at the entrance, alert and eyes continuously scanning the area. When they took notice of the Don’s grandson, one of Inhwan’s men, Yoongi who was mentioned earlier and was proven innocent, greeted the two of you and insisted on letting a soldato park the car so you both could head on your way. Jeongguk thanked him and proceeded on grasping your hand, pulling you with him as he followed Yoongi towards the Don’s room.

Jeongguk hardly looked at his grandfather while consoling his grandmother along the side. He never saw Don Jungsoo as helpless as he looked at that moment; the Don has always been a hero in Jeongguk’s eyes; his protector and the person he was sure would never desert him even if worst comes to worst. Even if the doctor in charge of Don Jungsoo already assured and explained to Jeongguk that they’ve already put the necessary meds to stop the blood clot and that they’re also monitoring the Don closely, Jeongguk somehow was still not at peace.

He looked like he was though, that he was calm and composed, thanking the doctor with such politeness the Don would commend him for before Jeongguk added that if his Grandpop comes out of the hospital better and healthier, he’ll put in a word to Hanseo to reward the doctor for the service.

“Do you want me to go out and buy food?” you whispered to Jeongguk as he stared at the television, his face expressionless and making it obvious that whatever was playing in the screen wasn’t capturing his interest; his grandmother already left to eat and get some clothes at the Jeon Residential Area, so it was just Jeongguk and you for the meanwhile until his uncles and cousins would arrive. “Guk?” You placed a hand on his thigh when he didn’t answer.

He dazely turned to you. “Yeah?”

You smiled. “Are you hungry? I can go out and buy food and you can stay here.”

“No, don’t leave.” He shook his head, scooting closer to you on the sofa you were both situated in. “I’m not that hungry yet. Are you?”

“Not that much.”

“Okay.” He held your hand and pulled you towards him with it, just so he could place an arm around your shoulder. “We can just stay here until Uncle comes.”

You gazed at him from the side. “Tell me what’s bothering you, sweetheart,” you murmured as you leaned your head back at his bicep.

He dared to smile. You always had a knack at reading his mind—it’s either that or he’s been visibly bothered for the past minutes for you to finally say something. “Just worried about Grandpop. Hate seeing him like this.”

“Yeah, I know. This sucks.” You pressed your lips together. “Dr. Hwang said he’ll be fine though. He’s already pulling through, all we’re waiting for is when he’ll wake up.”

“I have no doubt that he’ll be fine. I just don’t like waiting. I don’t like this stage—the uncertainty. Until I see his eyes open and have him talking to me, I’ll always feel bothered.”

“We can visit him everyday until that happens. Will that make you feel better about this? I bet it’ll make the Don happy too; he’ll be pleased to know his favorite grandson has always stuck by his side.” You grinned, teasing a little.

“How do you do that?” Jeongguk abruptly blurted and you raised your eyebrows. “How do you make things feel so easy? So light?” It wasn’t the time to act lovey-dovey, especially a few steps away from the Don’s bed, but Jeongguk got reminded of his father’s request to propose to you and marry you soon, and he deemed this second as one of the reasons why having you his wife would be one of the best decisions he’ll ever make if he decides to finally go forth with it.

“I’m made for you like that.” You smirked, squeezing his hand. “I’m your personalized lover.”

Jeongguk laughed. “That’s corny as fuck.”

“Excuse me? I’m trying to lighten the mood here more and you’re going to insult my attempts?” You were already laughing with him though.

“I love you.” He grinned and ducked his head to kiss your nose since your lips were too far from reach. “Always be my angel, okay?”

You dragged yourself higher to do his unfinished task, kissing him on the lips, just an innocent peck. “I’ll stay on your shoulder forever.”

“You better.”

You kissed him again. “I love you too, Guk.”

He sighed in content, petting your head gently while you laid your temple against his chest.

Jeongguk indeed came to the Don’s hospital room everyday after that, staying longer than you could as you had a job to maintain, keeping himself updated first hand about any news about his grandpop’s health. For days he sat at the farthest side of the sofa while various visitors offered their wishes of recovery to Don Jungsoo, holding the old man’s hand and kissing it, crying on it even as if to show how sincere they were, praying profusely for his fast recuperation. Sometimes they’d offer their wishes to Jeongguk or to Hanseo when the latter was present too.

Finally after nine days, the Don opened his eyes and Jeongguk was there to witness it happen, immediately jumping out of his seat and pressing the nurse call button as per protocol right after.

The Don looked at him, his old and misty eyes staring at Jeongguk. “Hanseo?” he said and even with the error, Jeongguk still smiled.

“It’s Jeongguk, Grandpop. It’s me. I’m here.”

“Jeongguk,” Don Jungsoo repeated, slowly recognizing him. “Jeongguk, my golden boy.”

Dr. Hwang and the nurses swarmed inside the room quickly and soon enough, the other members of the Family were already there too, having just gotten the news thanks to Jeongguk who called his father as soon as the medical staff were taking care of the Don. Even you managed to arrive at the hospital upon Jeongguk’s text swiftly, entering the VIP room with Inhwan and approaching Don Jungsoo alongside your father, the old man offering you a tired yet pleased smile as your gazes connected and you bowed in respect.

You stayed with Jeongguk for another two hours before one of Jeongguk’s uncles convinced him that he should go home, take a nice shower, and rest while they take their turn in looking out for the Don. Jeongguk agreed and obviously asked if you could come home with him, which you nodded to, said your farewells to the Don, and then fled with Jeongguk to go to their home at the Jeon Residential Area. Once there, you stayed in his room as he took a nice bath, sprawled your body on his bed and waited until he was done so you could ask what he wanted for dinner.

He came out of the bathroom just as you were talking with a fellow associate at the law firm on the phone. You ended the call shortly at his return and smiled at him; Jeongguk went to his wardrobe to pick out some clothes, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist that you would have been fazed about if it wasn’t an already common sight to see. Nonetheless, it was still a sight that you were happy to be blessed with, your eyes trailing to the curve of his tattoo-filled arms, his defined chest and abs, right over to his muscular back that Jeongguk noticed you were truly ogling at when he glanced at your direction.

“You’re drooling, angel.” He smirked and you flickered your stare back to his eyes. “You like what you see?”

“Don’t I always?” You let out a huge breath, Jeongguk grinning and walking to your spot on the bed.

He leaned down, tilting his head to the side and pressed his mouth against yours. You ultimately melted at his touch and your insides easily squirmed in desire with that one gesture. Jeongguk felt the same way, felt the same impulse to go where this was headed faster. Being the patient and considerate man he always was however, he waited until you made the second move, the move that will reassure him that you wanted it as much as he did, and the instance you tugged his towel downwards that caused it to fall down, he didn’t waste time in pushing you forward so that you’d lay on the bed and under him.

The Jeon Family was still a little old-fashioned sometimes because of Don Jungsoo; the Don still expressed his disapproval of premarital sex whenever the subject rose as he’s a firm believer that a woman should be kept pure before the night of the wedding. It was an ironic principle by the Don really, as he still condoned the organization protecting one of the largest strip joints in the city and subsequently caved into the business of prostitution as well. Perhaps it was just a value he wanted to keep within the family—a value that Jeongguk has honestly not been able to keep with you.

It was foreseeable though as you and Jeongguk were in your prime, only in your late 20s, still considerably young; the both of you were also a good looking pair and a very smitten one too. It simply would be impossible to think that nothing happened at least once in the five years you’ve been a couple. If that was the case, people would have to commend you two for the self-control and the dedication to keep the Don’s virtues within yourselves as well.

For the past week, Jeongguk has been longing to have you this near him. He’s been too preoccupied with his grandpop’s condition and what’s been going on in the business too that he hasn’t indulged himself in anything that could keep his mind away from it. With the Don unable to lead, it was Hanseo who acted as the boss of the Jeon Family; whether a lot approved of it or reckoned Hanseo as a great successor so far, Jeongguk wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to hear anything that would cause unnecessary anger and stress on his part, so he chose not to hear the opinions of others about it. He only knew that Seokjin argued a lot with Hanseo just to put his father in the right mindset.

It’s obvious that Jeongguk has indeed been craving this with the harsh slams of his hips against your thighs as he spreads you further. It’s been seconds since he triggered an orgasm from you after eating you out like a starved man, shoving two fingers in and out of you rapidly as well, intent on making you come and get you prepped for him as fast as he could for he truly has been too eager to feel you around him again. Two weeks of not getting to make love with you was too much of a long time for Jeongguk to put it plainly.

“You wasted your shower,” you moaned as he lifted a leg of yours over his shoulder, your intention to tease apparent even if you were already being railed deliciously.

“I can just take another one. With you.”

You felt the pit of your stomach beginning to knot once more in pleasure and Jeongguk grunted as you squeezed him tighter. He dropped your leg and fell forward, latching his mouth around a nipple while a free hand groped your other breast. You gripped the hair at the back of his head, tugging its strands firmly, prompting a louder grunt from Jeongguk that sounded more of a growl than any other sound he has made and he let your nipple go to return to your mouth.

“Fuck—” you cursed with a hiss— “I’m gonna come again.” You whined.

“Touch yourself for me,” he softly ordered.

You followed his command and reached down to strum your clit hastily, Jeongguk pounding his cock inside your cunt in a sloppier manner. He too was close and was already aiming to take the both of you to your highs without any more delay. In a few more thrusts, more dirty whispers on your ear as he coaxed you to come again—to milk him dry and to let yourself go—your second orgasm rippled through you greatly; your loud noises of ecstacy probably being heard beyond the four walls of Jeongguk’s bedroom that he covered your mouth with his own to not let anyone near catch it. He might be delighted to let anyone know you were being treated well in the bedroom, but he still valued your want of privacy.

“Can I come inside?” He’s heaving, sweat running down his temple and chest. “Please? Please let me come inside your pretty pussy.” Jeongguk was whining at that point, dragging every bit of his control to not blow his load just yet.

You nodded, eyes closed, muttered yes over and over again, and with your permission, Jeongguk came inside you like stated. He groaned against your neck, forehead crushing the pillow by your head, his sweet moans eliciting goosebumps to rise on your skin. He gave you a couple of slow thrusts and then pulled out, kneeling on the mattress between your legs to stare at his cum seeping down your cunt. He grinned, stroking the tip along your folds in satisfaction, pushing two fingers in to keep his load in it, and when he was done, he crawled to your side, gently hauling you to his chest.

You ran your palm on his opposite shoulder and squeezed it while your cheek rested on its twin. “I’m tired.”

“You can take a nap,” he whispered, planting kisses on your forehead and hair, anywhere his lips could touch.

“I feel icky down there.”

He laughed and you pushed yourself up to glare at him playfully. Jeongguk remained grinning; he cupped your face and kissed you on the lips again. Soon you were on your back like earlier and he was hovering over you, the both of you making out. “Angel,” he mumbled, the endearment he loved using the most because of his reasoning that you were one of those heavenly creatures yourself, rang in your head in a more loving way, and you clung yourself against him closer, “you’ll marry me if I asked, right?”

You released his lips, pushing his face away, your thoughts returning to earth at his out of the blue inquiry. “What?”

“Marry me,” he said with more conviction, his eyes staring through yours. “I’ll make you the happiest woman alive.”

You chuckled. “I already am.”

“Then make me the happiest man alive by saying yes.”

“Guk—”

“I love you. You love me. We’ve been loving each other since forever. Why don’t we officiate it?”

“Is this your ‘I just got laid and I feel high’ brain speaking?”

“____…” he called you by your name, a rather rare occurrence if it’s just the two of you than most people would think; you understood then that he was really being serious, “I want to marry you.”

You gazed at him, your hand pushing his hair back away from his face. You appeared amazed, like you were waiting for the punch line of his joke or for him to generally just take his words back—but it never came, Jeongguk just remained staring at you, waiting for you to answer, and with a shaky exhale after realizing he was for real, you nodded. “Okay. Propose to me then.”

He kissed you; he placed his lips close to your ear; he murmured and confessed his love to you all over again. You smiled all throughout, your heartbeat beating fast and your eyes welling up as you listened to him recount dozens of memories with you, memories that you weren’t even aware he remembered up until that moment. As his finale, he asked you again if you would do the honor of marrying him, to make him the happiest man alive, though barely finishing his sentence, he abruptly propelled himself up from his position and rummaged for something in the bedside table at your left, and when he let you see what he stole from the drawer’s contents, it was a red box.

“Have you always had that right there?” you exclaimed, amused.

“No, just last night. I was beating myself up for not being able to think of a creative way of proposing soon and I might have shoved this ring too hard inside the drawer.”

You chuckled. “You’re unbelievable, Guk. You’re naked and you’re proposing and now you’re telling me you’ve endangered my supposed engagement ring?”

He ignored your teasing, acknowledging it only with a grin. “Will you marry me?” he finished his propal and opened the box; as expected of Jeongguk’s superior taste, the diamond ring that was placed in the center was so gorgeous you widened your eyes in astonishment.

You stared at the ring longer and looked up at him; you tipped your head to the side for effect and gestured to him to come closer. He did with a roll of his eyes, setting his head near yours and you hooked your arm around his neck, pulling him lower before whispering too in his ear. “Yes.”

What happened next was consisted of childlike giggling, Jeongguk pushing the ring on your ring finger, Jeongguk tackling you in an embrace, the both of you telling each other “I love you so much” until the phrase wore out, and then the inevitable love making for the second time that evening that also came to be more heartfelt than the last one—one that Jeongguk automatically added to his long list of unforgettable memories with you, his soon-to-be wife.

━ CHAPTER IV.

You didn’t want anything too flashy, that’s what you made clear. You wanted the wedding ceremony to only be attended by close friends and family; you wanted it to be intimate and personal as a wedding you thought should be. And although Jeongguk agreed and understood your point when you told him that, he expressed early on too that it was not going to be easy to make it happen for the sole reason that the person you were marrying was the grandson of the great Don Jungsoo—meaning that flashy and well-publicized would be the adjectives that would describe your wedding with him and not intimate and personal.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized sincerely right across from you on the table; the two of you were having lunch in some fancy restaurant near your law firm, the topic of wedding plans arising while you ate. “I wish I could say that I can just go ahead and tell Grandpop that I’d like to keep our wedding private, but you know how he is. You know how this family is.”

For the last few weeks, the Don’s health has been better. There were still risks, of course; he wasn’t magically cured from all illnesses just because he woke up and recovered. He was still an old man after all, and ever since the incident happened to him, his speech has notably become incomprehensible at times; a part of his face also slightly drooped, though you wouldn’t really notice it unless you’ve been staring at the Godfather your whole life and was sensitive to changes like that. As for his body though, he became thinner and in every step he took, looked like he grew heavier too. However, in regards to Don Jungsoo’s wisdom and ability to share intelligent thoughts, it was still gratefully there, just shared in a fashion that was a bit slower than before and perhaps harder to understand.

“Yeah, I get it,” you said. “What if we just elope and get married at some place like Vegas instead?” You were clearly joking. You showed it in the small upward curve of the other end of your lips, but you knew that Jeongguk sensed that there was still some genuinity hidden behind your light guise. “I’m kidding,” you added for a quick measure.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. There’s no reason for you to do so.”

“It’s just that I think I’m depriving you of spending our wedding day the way you want it. Haven’t you dreamed about something like this when you were young?”

“I did. I forgot about it eventually too. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’ll be a big deal to me if my beautiful bride won’t be happy on our special day.”

“Keep up the flattery and I’ll assure you that your beautiful bride will be happy.” You chuckled.

“Okay, how about this—” Jeongguk reached out and grasped your hand— “you do everything you want for the wedding and I won’t object. You can pick the theme, the food, the cake—everything. The only thing I’ll be having control over is the extra guesses for the ceremony and reception.”

“Guk, come on, I won’t deprive you like that. This is your wedding too.”

“I just want it to be memorable and have it the way you want, angel.”

“As long as you’re the one I’m saying I do too—it’ll be memorable and be exactly like I dreamed of. Don’t worry.”

Jeongguk grinned. “You mean that?”

“Would I have said yes if I didn’t?”

He chuckled and brought your knuckles to his lips, smooching it loudly in a playful yet sweet way.

Two months after that, you had your engagement party at the villa. Your home was big enough to accomodate people and it was a good thing that at least in that event, you had only spent it with your close loved ones and not anyone who wanted to suck up to your groom and steal him throughout the whole event, perhaps drowning him in unnecessary praises and ego boosts to get a good word from Jeongguk to Don Jungsoo. It was Jeongguk’s promise that he would ask the Don to keep the engagement party as exclusive as what you wanted, and indeed it is what happened.

There were people from your law firm, friends from college and from law school, and as for Jeongguk’s peers, he invited only a small number of people he knew; he told you they were mostly family friends, some college friends too, and close relatives. Your father, Inhwan, couldn’t help but invite his own set of guests, mostly people he knew through the Don. Of course, that only meant that the Don and his wife were also present in the event, along with Jeongguk’s parents, Hanseo and Yeonjin, and Seokjin with his wife as well.

A lot of people gawked and praised your diamond engagement ring, gushing how it looked dashing on your beautiful hand and how Jeongguk must have really gone all the way to buy it for you. In the moments your fiancé heard such admiration, he, who was standing beside you all day, smiled and squeezed your waist, glancing at you before declaring that it’s because you only deserve the best every single time. Ladies shared meaningful looks of envy with each other and teased you for being so lucky; gentlemen whistled in hilarity and gave Jeongguk playful pushes. Anybody with two eyes saw how you both shared great love and respect for one another, that it was always either admirable or gut-wrenching (in a good way).

“Are you ready to be part of the family?” Seokjin suddenly popped beside you and handed you a champagne flute. Jeongguk just left to go to the bathroom and unbeknownst to you, had asked Seokjin to take his place for a while until he came back.

You thanked him. “Is that question some kind of test?”

“Yep. If you say the wrong answer, I get to claim that fancy ring as my prize.” He nodded at your hand where the ring glimmered in the hanging lights. “I think I can support my family with that for over a couple of years.”

You snickered at his sarcasm.

While you were growing up, you have always admittedly been closer to Seokjin than you were with Jeongguk. Before your fiancé officially entered your life and claimed what would soon be his permanent place, it was Seokjin who you frequently saw and hung around with. The two of you had a similar sense of humor that you found clear connection in; he was and acted like an older brother you never had—in Jeongguk’s case, he already was an adoptive brother of the young man for since the death of Seokjin’s parents when he was in high school, Hanseo, who was his godfather, took him in the family. Inhwan was there to fend for him too, hence why you two became close, however, there was a period in your friendship wherein it faded out a little when he went to the States to pursue his baccalaureate and Juris Doctor degree, a path that you too was supposed to take as an aspiring lawyer yourself but with your father having no one close to real family if you did, you opted to stay.

“Is it odd that I’m a little nervous about it?” you asked him after a few seconds of silence. “Like, me and Guk have been together for so long, and I know his family likes me, but why do I still feel like they might change their mind when we get married?”

“As in Yeonjin becomes an evil mother-in-law?” He smirked and you gave him a look at the question. “Your worries are pointless, really. You know they already adore you. Hell, even the Don loves you and that’s an achievement of its own. You don’t have anything to be troubled about, ____.”

“The Don loves everyone.” You sipped on your flute.

“He loves everyone who his family loves,” he corrected. “To others he’s just kind and generous.”

You scrunched your forehead together and stared then at the Don who sat on a table far from yours. He was talking to Hanseo and Inhwan, a rather somber expression on his face; his mouth moved in a slow and steady bearing. You’ve thanked him earlier for going still despite his obvious declining health. He was still able to do things on his own and appear like he has always been, but being one to know what’s really going on behind the glamour of Don Jungsoo, you were aware that his first case of having a stroke took its toll on him; a fact that you noticed the Jeon Family has been trying to conceal.

“Seokjin, can you be honest with me?” you suddenly began.

He glanced at you. “About what?”

“The reason why your family insists on having the wedding as soon as possible.” You turned to him. “It’s because of Don Jungsoo’s condition, isn’t it?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just an observation.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think questions like that ought to be asked to Jeongguk instead?”

“I already did.”

“And what did he tell you?”

“He said that he wants his grandfather to be present and healthy on the special day, that’s why we should get married as soon as possible.”

“Then that’s the reason.”

“That’s a reason,” you said. “I have a feeling there’s more.”

Seokjin stared at you and brought the rim of his champagne on his lips. “You’re a smart girl, princess,” he replied. “And because of that, I’m sure you’ll figure it out on your own.”

You dared to snort in amusement. You knew that Seokjin was another one who didn’t budge, but it was still worth the shot.

You wanted to be let in with whatever has been happening since the Don’s mishap as you didn’t think that the way they reacted was how a normal family would when the head of your clan just suffered from a stroke. They were still sympathetic, of course, overly concerned about the health of the Don, however you had felt the tension that rose within the Jeon Family in the days that Don Jungsoo remained lying unconscious on his hospital bed. You saw how troubled Jeongguk was, even saw your father look visibly stressed, though what you had found most peculiar were the way outsiders were reacting to the news of the Don falling ill. They were taking every opportunity to bring down his name and his family—referring to him with titles such as ‘mob boss’ and ‘king of the underworld’ that it was impossible for you not to be curious.

“What did I miss?” Jeongguk returned to your place with raised eyebrows. “What’s with the serious faces?”

“I was welcoming ____ to the family,” Seokjin told him.

You decided to play along. His disregard of the last conversation probably meant he wasn’t keen on talking about it again. “More like threatening me. He wants to steal my ring.” You laughed at the same time Seokjin did when he heard you.

“I’m going to see this more often, aren’t I?” Jeongguk’s arm snaked around your waist while his eyes moved back and forth between you two. “The both of you just constantly ganging up on me with inside jokes or whatever?”

“Maybe. That’s what makes ____ the best sister-in-law, though.”

“The only sister-in-law actually.” You snickered. Seokjin clinked his glass with yours.

After the engagement party took place, came the rapid planning for the wedding. Don Jungsoo was ever so kind to pledge that all expenses for the ceremony and the reception were to be paid by him, an offer that you wanted to reject for even though you appreciated his kindness with all of your heart, you didn’t want to burden him and take advantage of it in that kind of extent. Jeongguk convinced you not to do so and just go along with it though; he said that The Don gained happiness by doing favors like that to his loved ones, especially to his favorite grandson, as he proudly claimed. Jeongguk insisted that it would bring great satisfaction to his Grandpop to know that he made a huge contribution to an important event of both of your lives.

So, you agreed, and in five months’ time, the wedding ceremony commenced and with just a blink of an eye, you found yourself being a true married woman to Jeon Jeongguk. You vowed to love him endlessly and to always be by his side in a cathedral that fit hundreds of people, people who you either knew well or have never met in your whole life. But you found yourself not caring as much with the amount of individuals present like you initially did. All you cared about was how handsome Jeongguk looked in his midnight blue tuxedo and his hair styled in a fashion that had one side slicked back and the other had some strands falling on his forehead, his big and boyish grin that he displayed right after when he shed some tears as he saw you walk down the aisle, his promises of devotion to you from that point forward, and especially the strength and earnestness of his kiss when the priest finally said “You may now kiss the bride”.

“I love you,” he whispered to you as he leaned back, his face only centimeters away, those words the only thing processing in your head while the crowd clapped and cheered

You grinned, kissing him more. “And I love you.”

The reception was held in one of the Don’s owned properties, a spacious mansion that no doubt was able to cater the hundreds of guests present. It was decorated in line with yours and Jeongguk’s chosen theme for the reception which was rustic, fitting the also rustic architecture of the venue. There were dark wooden chairs and tables covered only partially with white linen tablecloth; hand-tied bouquets and florals with greenery on baskets at some parts of the walls; antique ornaments and lights hanging on the ceiling; and the ambiance of the place was simply just the way you both wanted, delighting you two when you first arrived.

You slightly grew self-conscious with the amount of guests again when the host introduced you and Jeongguk as a married couple. You scanned the audience and saw a lot of familiar faces—and they were familiar not because you knew them personally, but because you have seen them on TV or in a newspaper once. You were aware that the Don had a lot of friends from the entertainment industry too, but you didn’t think that some of them would actually be close enough with the Don to be invited to the wedding.

“Just say the magic word and I’ll bail us out,” Jeongguk said against your ear while a distant relative of his sang in the center of the hall. The fun games were over and the program was going towards its end, the only thing left were the warm messages and the performances that your loved ones prepared for the special day.

You turned to him and chuckled. “First of all, I have no idea of this magic word that you’re talking about. Second of all—that eager to get me alone, huh?”

His eyes glinted.

You two made a pack since your engagement party that you would not partake in any sexual acts (the most would only be making out or groping if the libido was too tough to handle) before the wedding to make the night of the honeymoon more awaited for. It wasn’t even that long, to be frank (okay, maybe it was—five months was a considerable long time) but it was the longest in a while that you haven’t had sex since you started doing such act with him. Jeongguk was okay with the idea and agreed that it’ll make the wedding night more worth the wait.

However, earlier at the room where the both of you changed into different clothes for the reception, Jeongguk had kissed you and you kissed him back with the same flaring passion he was showing, prompting an unplanned heavy make out session that also brought a palm of his on one of your ass cheeks, your husband squeezing it and groaning, murmuring how he couldn’t wait until later to have you again. You jokingly slapped it away and told him to be more patient, which he groaned louder for and kissed you one last time before finishing on dressing up.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he continued, still whispering close to your ear. “You looked so gorgeous in the wedding dress—and now look at you right now, angel. You’re really giving me the impression that you truly are a gift from the heavens.”

You smiled. You were wearing a more daring attire for the reception, a lace maxi dress with a straight neckline and thin shoulder straps; it had a slit on the right side just above your knee as well, but it wasn’t that aspect of the dress that made it daring, it was the fact it completely exposed your back from behind and only had strings tied across its ends to make it appear not completely backless.

“You can take it off for me later,” you told him with a smirk.

Jeongguk huffed at that. “Don’t plant the idea in my head or I’m going to have a boner all night.”

“Well, it’s only fair. Do you think I’m fine with your chest practically in my face?” you retorted, and in cue, flickered your gaze down to his chest where the polo he was wearing had three buttons opened, giving anyone the view of his impressive pecs.

He seemed pleased that you noticed it. “You’re more than welcome to take it off for me too.”

“I’ll rip it off you, sweetheart.” You chuckled and pecked the corner of his mouth. He hummed and placed a cheeky hand on your upper thigh at the action, and when your eyes followed where his hand was travelling, you automatically lowered it down to your knee. “Guk.”

“Okay, okay,” he frowned and faced his palm up, an invitation for you to intertwine it with his and you accepted the offer, “I’ll behave.”

For the rest of the night, after the special performances by good friends and family, the reception felt like a campaign and Jeongguk was the candidate as it neared its conclusion. Acquaintances and business partners talked and congratulated him—they congratulated you too, of course, but you sensed that it was only mere politeness that made them do so. Their real target was still the Don’s grandson and having the chance to butter him up for the sake of getting on the good side of Don Jungsoo. In fact, you think that Don Jungsoo was perhaps more acknowledged than you throughout the evening as you recalled the amount of men that went to his table and shook his hand in eagerness for the duration of the function.

“Really, Dad? You’re going to cry at this last moment?” you teased your father; his expression was solemn and he had his lips pursed as you bid him your farewells to go to the airport where you’ll be flying to Jeju Island for the honeymoon. He didn’t cry when he handed you to Jeongguk at the cathedral, or shed a tear when you shared your father-daughter dance at the reception, but now it looked like his tear ducts were finally surrendering in defeat.

“I’m not crying,” he denied, though his hug was tight when you embraced him. “You take care of yourself, okay?”

“I’m still coming back after two weeks, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, kiddo.” He pulled back and kissed you on the forehead, holding you out within arm’s length to gaze at you fondly. “I guess I’m a little overreacting. Imagine if your mom was still here.”

“No doubt there’ll be waterfalls coming from her eyes.” You joked. One of the fond memories you had of your late mother was how easy it was to trigger a tear from her.

“Inhwan,” Jeongguk just finished instructing some men to help with the luggages so he decided to join the two of you, “or is it Dad too from now on?”

Inhwan laughed lightly as the young man stood beside you. “Sure, why not? You’re officially my son-in-law now anyways.”

Jeongguk gestured for a hug and Inhwan complied. He patted Inhwan’s back and said with a soft voice, “Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to always make ____ happy. She’s safe with me.”

“I know you will.” Inhwan grasped his shoulder when they both leaned away. “That’s why I like you so much, Guk. You’re a good one, you take care of my kid well.” They shared a smile.

While they continued to talk, you approached Hanseo, Yeonjin, and Jeongguk’s grandmother. You told them your thanks again for being part of the momentous occasion and for helping in making it happen in the way you wanted. Hanseo told you that it was no problem; Yeonjin kissed your cheek and said she was happy to finally have a daughter herself; Jeongguk’s grandmother embraced you and gave your cheek a kiss as well, saying there that she should begin passing on famous recipes in the Jeon household to you. Next, you moved to the Don who was just about to go ahead and sit at the backseat of his designated vehicle, but upon seeing you walk to him, stopped and waited until you two were finally standing face to face.

“Thank you so much for everything today, Don Jungsoo,” you said, bowing to show your respect. Even though the Don has been nothing but kind and goodhearted to you in the past years you have known him, you were still cautious whenever you interacted with the old man for the reason that is you were still intimidated by his presence and the powerful aura he gave off. “I appreciate it so much, truly, I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for being so generous.”

“You’re part of the family now, ____,” he clasped a hand of yours between his and tapped it gently, “so please feel comfortable to call me as Jeongguk would. It is I who should be thanking you for being there for my grandson no matter how difficult that boy can be. Everything I’ve done is nothing compared to the joy you’ve given him amidst the hardships he goes through everyday.”

“Oh, it comes both ways, I assure you. Jeongguk was clearly raised well for him to be this wonderful.”

“I hope that stays for a long time then—you and Jeongguk respecting and loving each other. One thing I’m sure in this withered life of mine is that loyalty plays a huge part in how events play out. The best investment you can ever have in your life is a good partner to spend it with.” He gave your hand another pat and then he let go. “Tell me if Jeongguk ever gives you a hard time and I’ll teach him a lesson.”

“That’s impossible, Grandpop.” Jeongguk walked from behind you and hugged his grandfather goodbye. “I don’t think you've noticed but ____ clearly has the pants in this relationship.”

They laughed, the Don’s laughter coming out as a wheeze though the smile on his face was unmistakably and genuinely amused. He said his final farewells to you two and you told him yours, saying too that you hope for him to keep on getting better that the Don appreciably smiled at and said his thanks. You watched as the vehicle he was in drove away, two more following closely behind as another led the path, placing the car where Don Jungsoo was in the middle.

“Ready to go?” Jeongguk asked when it was just you two there.

You smiled at him. “Yeah.”

You arrived at Jeju Island at about 10:56 PM that night. Out of all the places you could have gone to, you and him decided that Jeju Island was the one to go for the honeymoon because it was the same place where you celebrated your first anniversary in the past. Besides, you two didn’t want to go to another beautiful country and exhaust yourselves more with the travel time and all the arrangements you’d have to do for the location you’d be staying in for two weeks. The hotel you’ll be residing in was sponsored yet again by Jeongguk’s family.

“I hope you’re not too tired.” Jeongguk smirked at you while you both walked out of the elevator to head to the suite you were going to settle in for the mini vacation.

You glanced at him and smirked back; your hands were intertwined and you were swaying it back and forth childishly. “Me? Of course not.”

“You sure?”

“One hundred percent. How about you?”

“You really want to ask that?” He was looking at you differently now, eyes shaping themselves in a manner that you were all too familiar with.

“Well, I’m asking you because I’m just hoping you won’t sleep on me. I know we haven’t gotten proper action in months for you to miss this opportunity but let’s be real—when you’re tired, you’re tired.”

“I swear, I’m not.” He chuckled and paused with you as you arrived by the door. “I’m too pumped for me to be and indeed miss this opportunity.” He brought out the keycard, pressed it against the intended spot, and you heard the lock disengage with an audible click

At the sound of that, you began to get jitters. It was another one of those funny things you’ve been experiencing with anything related to Jeongguk since the engagement—that even though you’ve been with him practically half of your life and was one of the people you could be your absolute self and be assured you won’t be judge—you were starting to feel awkward and shy at times, such as this moment right here where even though Jeongguk had already kept the keycard back in his pocket and had opened the door to welcome yourselves to the room, you were frozen on where you stood, your feet seemingly stuck.

He appeared to have sensed your sudden showcase of reluctance for he abruptly faced you, his hands going on your bare arms as he smiled. “Let’s go?” He tilted his head towards the suite. Your luggages were already there, placed kindly by the hotel staff while you and Jeongguk were finalizing some papers at the lobby.

You shook every feeling of wariness away and nodded. At the gesture, Jeongguk’s smile widened into a grin and as fast as he could, he scooped you in his arms in what popular media would call ‘bridal style’, emitting a surprised yelp from you though you prevented your mouth from producing more noise by covering it with a hand while he walked further inside the room, kicking the door close behind him.

“Guk!” You laughed and he did too, face getting closer to yours until he captured your lips successfully.

You reciprocated as soon as you felt him kiss you, your arms being thrown around his neck so you could support yourself better. Jeongguk laid you down on the bed and you realized that rose petals were on them when your back hit the mattress, your eyes opening and spinning down to check if what you were thinking of were true and true enough, there they were. You had to make a mental note to thank the owner of the hotel for being accommodating enough to do the effort of creating a romantic atmosphere; they might do this as a standard for newly-weds, but the owner was a good friend of Hanseo’s so you wanted to express your gratitude personally.

“You said I could take this off, right?” Jeongguk ran his hands on the sides of your dress and you nodded.

He moved his mouth to your throat and kicked off with what he’s been yearning to do for those whole five months of not getting the proper taste of you. Despite the longing and the anticipation though, Jeongguk didn’t act rashly; instead he did anything rather excruciatingly slow—the way his lips moved against yours, how he untied the straps that enabled your dress to stay together, the manner in which he removed it from your body, planting wet kisses on your skin where the fabric of your dress previously glided on… fucking hell, you didn’t know whether you were trembling already because of his obvious unhurriedness or because you knew where his ministrations were going to take you.

“So pretty,” he breathed out raggedly as he squeezed your breasts. You were completely undressed before him as he intended, the only thing left was your white laced underwear that you wore to match the dress. “I think I’m going to nut by this sight of you alone, angel.”

You dared to chuckle. “Is it my turn to rip your polo off now?” Your hands were fondling the collar of his top.

“Be my guest.” He smirked.

Unlike him, you were swift in unbuttoning his long-sleeved polo, hastily pushing it past his shoulders to slide it off his arms. In the approximately ten seconds you did that, you kept on kissing him, sucking lightly on his lower lip, Jeongguk helping you in discarding the material away from his body as well. When that was done, he surged forward, laying over you on the bed, and you quickly carried on with removing his pants, briskly unbuckling his belt and unzipping it to grant you the freedom to tug it down his thighs.

As he pressed his body against you, you ultimately felt his hardness on your stomach, a sensation that you groan at, your insides tingling. You instinctively reached down and grabbed his cock over his boxers to feel it more, massaging and groping it, just the way he liked and what Jeongguk responded to by nibbling your jaw harshly. “Fuck,” he moaned before uttering a warning, “not too fast, not too fast.”

“Want you,” you pant, ignoring his protest, your palm not slowing down, “right now, Guk. Want your dick in my mouth.”

“Yeah?” He grunted, disposing of his boxers and flinging it off his feet. “Does my pretty wife want her mouth fucked first?”

You grinned at the title. It made your pussy clench into nothing. “Yes.”

He gnawed at your jaw before leaning back. “Scoot higher for me.” He instructed and you followed, backing up on the bed until you stopped at the pillows by the head. There were still petals all over the sheets that you had to flick them away with the back of your hand.

Jeongguk trailed his kisses from your knees up to your inner thighs, hands sensually caressing your sides then your breasts. He always had a thing for your tits; he received pleasure from just seeing them cupped by his hands, loved it when it jiggled when he fucked you hard—the image of that alone popping in his head making him harder. Without delay then, he proceeded on going forth with your request, Jeongguk kneeling over you, both of his knees on either side of your shoulders, the tip of cock on your chin.

There was precum leaking on it, a sight that you salivated at. Jeongguk gave his shaft a few strokes, teasing you by gliding the end of his dick on your lips. “Shit,” he groaned when he indulged himself in finally pushing his cock inside your mouth, “that feels so good already, angel. Just like that—I missed that mouth.”

His thrusts were relaxed. He didn’t really want to rush. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and pushed all loose strands away, wanting to get a clear view of your face. You had your eyes closed and you were bobbing your head voluntarily to meet each thrust of his hips. At one instance, you let the tip reach the farthest it could go and you gagged a little, pulling back with a heavy gasp. Jeongguk stretched behind him and touched your clothed heat, feeling how soaked it already was and how just a light press brought a lengthy moan out of you.

“Fuck, fuck.” He cursed as he fucked your mouth faster, your hand palming his balls, though upon the last minute, once his cock was starting to pulsate and his balls were tightening, he pulled back.

You exhaled, some saliva connecting your lips and his cock, and Jeongguk kissed your mouth sloppily before he slithered down to stop right in front of your cunt, working faster now as he pulled your underwear off and dived right in between your legs, sucking and slurping on your clit with a profound determination. His groans and grunts added to the pleasure—you loved hearing him get so into the act of whatever it was that he was doing to drive you crazy—craved it at times even, his sweet sounds even staying in your mind after you were both done. Jeongguk spreaded your lips and spat right on them and went back in, growling.

“So sweet. I’ve been dreaming about tasting this pussy again,” he said, two fingers rubbing it as his tongue licked your clit. “I could drink you up all night.” He inserted the fingers right in your hole and you mewled, arching your back slightly at the movement, moreso as he rapidly pushed it in and out, all the while still sucking your bundle of nerves. It felt like it was going on forever; everything was so good and your toes were curling already in anticipation. He switched between fucking you with his digits and his tongue, your walls welcoming the muscle every time and giving him something to taste.

“Ah—holy shit, I’m close—” you grabbed a fistful of his hair— “fucking hell—I’m going to come.”

The usual thing that Jeongguk would have done was keep up with his speed until you were coming on his face, your juices right on his mouth, his chin, just everywhere—but he stopped, for he had already thought that if there was anywhere you would be coming on for the first time in the last five months, it was going to be on his cock. And so he pulled away and hauled you closer by dragging you towards him roughly with your thighs. You gasped at the sudden showcase of strength, Jeongguk dropping back over you to devour your breasts.

His shaft was pressing against your heat, so near that it was causing you to be more impatient. Jeongguk nibbled a bud and squeezed the other, noisy and so fucking erotic it was sending you off to another space. You couldn’t take it anymore; you tried rubbing your folds together on his dick.

“Fuck me, Guk—please, please,” you begged and cried. “I can’t—I wanna feel you so bad now.”

He stopped paying attention to your tits and looked up, his hair messy and his eyes completely dazed. He brought himself higher so your faces were in level and kissed you; you still tasted what’s left of you in his mouth. “You want my cock inside your pussy?” he asked.

You nodded hastily. “Want it, please.”

“Really? How much?”

“So fucking much.”

“Is that the best thing you could do?” His fingers wrapped itself on your jaw and he tightened his grip. It didn’t hurt, just made you steady—made you pay more attention to reality; he knew you liked it. “Beg harder for it, angel,” he said, looking straight in your eyes now.

You whined. “Please, please, please—I want it.” You marveled his chest, your palms appreciably massaging his pecs. “I want you to fuck me hard—want you to come in my pussy, fill me up so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” His fingers moved to your throat as he leaned back. “You want me to knock you up on our wedding night?”

“Jeongguk—please—fuck me, please.”

He dared to chuckle at the desperation. “Well, who am I to deprive my wife of what she wants, hmm?” He began to align his dick on your entrance. It’s been too long since his manhood was directly on your heat that even he shudders at the contact. “My beautiful wife deserves to be fucked good, doesn’t she?” It was obvious how the fondness of calling you his wife was already planted within him in the not even 24 hours of being married.

You were definitely not thinking straight anymore as he pushed it in. “Yes, yes, yes—” you moaned the words out in a chant, the stretch his cock does to your cunt compelling a louder cry from you in pleasure.

Jeongguk too was desperate. He fucked you fast and hard straight off which your slickness allowed him to do so without difficulty. His fingers that remained on your throat tightened in just the right amount, choking you in just the right way as he kept himself at a distance while he hovered over you. Jeongguk has always been a mix of aggressive and loving when it came to bed; it was either he was too aggressive or excessively loving, both that you didn’t have any complaints about. At the end of each ‘session’, he always satisfied you nonetheless and made you feel absolutely amazing—you never had one encounter with him that had you dismayed or upset after.

You were really getting close the more he rocked against you. You weren’t one too hard to be pleased—to trigger an orgasm from—especially if it’s Jeongguk we were talking about here, and given the five-month long of abstinence from sex to make this first night of the honeymoon extra worthwhile, you were too sensitive to hold back and control yourself from coming already. Jeongguk of course sensed that you were close, he groaned and growled whenever you clenched around his cock, your warm walls bringing him to the edge alongside you.

“You gonna come, angel?” He let go of your throat and was spreading your legs further, pushing and bending you forward. “Gonna come for me?”

You nodded, unable to speak, and he gave you one last hard kiss before he paused in working his hips to start lifting you up, erupting another whine from you for you were already there at the very last second when he did so, though you tried to make yourself as light as possible as he sat and made you sit on him, his cock not leaving your cunt. You got the hint and attached your mouth back on his, riding him in a fast pace instantly, continuing on where the both of you left on.

Jeongguk gave your ass a hard slap and gripped them firmly, bouncing you up and down on his dick faster. “That’s it, that’s it,” he grumbled, sliding his hand down to strum your clit, “that’s right, fucking use my cock to get off. That cock is fucking yours to use.”

You threw your head back and he used that as an opportunity to lavish on your chest, sucking and licking, and with the overwhelming sensation of his dick, the friction, the stimulation on your clit—in an abrupt snap, you came hard without warning, practically screaming his name as you did so, thighs convulsing uncontrollably, Jeongguk moaning too, cupping your face and dragging it close to his so he could kiss you and add to the pleasure you were experiencing.

You rode him until your thighs were aching and until he was on the verge of coming himself. Jeongguk urged you off him and turned you on your back when he was close, the side of your face falling on the mattress. He held your hips up, pushed your upper half down further, and fucked you senseless immediately, not wasting time, overstimulating your sensitive pussy but it was too good to ask him to stop.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good—so tight, don’t know how I fucking lived without the feel of this for fucking months—” he moaned and gave your ass another hard slap, the sound of it ringing in your ears and making you clench. Jeongguk cursed again at the action and bent down to press his chest against you, sloppy kisses given on your shoulders and neck. “I’m gonna come. Gonna come inside you.”

“Please,” you choked out.

“You too. Come with me, angel.”

“Guk,” you whined, your tone protesting.

He was ramming onto your harder, his hips going haywire, and his hand went under your bodies to caress your breast, fingers pinching the bud. “Please—fucking, holy shit—I know you can. I know you can come for me. You’re my good girl. My sweet—” he shoved his cock deeper, pulling back from the tip and then pushing it all in— “sweet, fucking, beautiful girl.”

It is when he did that previous movement for a couple of times and whispered more praises in your ear that you found yourself experiencing another orgasm the same time that finally he too came with a very audible groan, his thick seed spilling inside you and filling you up. He squeezed your ass harshly, nails digging on them a bit, and then he pulled out after a few more thrusts, eating your pussy from behind right after as if everything wasn’t enough. He groaned at the taste of his cum mixed with your juices; he felt blood rushing to his dick again at the arousing taste of it and the image of your swollen cunt a second ago with his seed pouring down.

“Guk,” you whined, “too… too much,” you said when it was really starting to hurt.

Jeongguk leaned his face away and calmed down, granting soft kisses on your buttcheeks, his kisses travelling upwards until he had you laying on your back again, his mouth back on yours. “I missed fucking you,” he declared explicitly and you had the nerve to laugh, the pit of your stomach tingling in agreeableness.

“Told you it was worth it,” you bothered to joke and Jeongguk chuckled, his breathing ragged but he was composing himself, raising his head and looking at you.

“You’re worth it,” he said.

Your heartbeat escalated—as if it hadn’t been beating fast enough with the events that just transpired—and you placed your palm on his cheeks, stroking it affectionately. “You too. I love you so much, Jeongguk.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours, smiling, endearing bunny-like features showcasing themselves; he appeared like a different person from the man who was just drilling your cunt a while ago. “I love you much more, my angel.”

“No, no, that’s unfair. No one gets to love the other more.”

“It’s true though,” he argued. “But I didn’t mean that as a way to compete with what you feel—I’m just saying I love you much more. Much more than I can always say.”

You squinted your eyes at him and laughed. “Okay, Dr. Cheesy.”

“You laughing at me?” He playfully grazed his teeth against your earlobe and you squealed, Jeongguk chuckling.

You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt; you kissed him repeatedly, wounding your arms around his shoulders, sighing in peace and thanking the universe for setting you up with a man as extraordinary as your husband. He returned the gesture and the both of you continued to consummate your marriage again and again throughout the night, the passion and the intimacy undeniable as what should be expected with newly-weds who were deeply in love with each other.

That prevailed in the next few days to come. You and Jeongguk were going at it like—well, as you liked to describe him as—as bunnies. You two were practically never seen outside the hotel suite except for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, sometimes even skipping going to the buffet area and opted for room service instead. Though when all the oxytocin died down (there were still left, but controlled) and you weren’t taking the other’s clothes off in every chance that either of you could get, you went to the beaches and famous travel spots around the island.

There you had the opportunity to do all the things your busy lives couldn’t let you two do. Both of you went hiking to famous mountains, visited majestic waterfalls and caves—you and Jeongguk even went horseback riding where he showed you some serious skills that you don’t think you’ve had the chance to see before, and generally just headed to all the tourist attractions your itinerary contained. All throughout, you forgot about your life waiting in Seoul for a while, this honeymoon with Jeongguk proving to be an event that you most definitely wanted to recreate in the future if said life allowed you to.

“I don’t know if I’m aroused or disturbed,” Jeongguk whispered to you while you two stared at a sculpture of a man and a woman clearly having sex; the woman was doing some kind of handstand and the man was behind her, supporting her and quite frankly, had his penis inside her too. One of your destinations was the famous Loveland in Jeju Island, where apparently there was really a lot of R rated art involved all over the park just like what you’ve been briefed about.

You snickered. “Maybe we’ve been having sex too much that it’s not as exciting to see.” You tilted your head to the side to get a better look at it. The details amazed you.

“Absolutely not,” he disagreed with a scrunched forehead, gazing at the sculpture too in interest still. “Do you think we can do that position later?”

Your hand flew up to hit his chest at the sudden question, eyes widening. “Jeongguk!”

“What?” He was grinning already though. “Is it wrong for me to ask?”

“Can you not ask it at this second?” You laughed. Your face was already burning at just the thought of Jeongguk having you in that position.

“So, you’re down to do it then?”

“No,” you gave him a look, “and even if I was, I don’t think I can carry myself and be able to do what the lady is doing.”

He nodded as if he was in deep thought. Jeongguk was wearing a familiar button down polo that day, the same orangish yellow Fendi one you had teased him for when he first officially asked you out, and even in the five years that has passed, he still looked unbelievably delicious on it, his tattoos that have gained in number on full display and a new set of sunglasses hooked on the front of his top, tugging it lower than normal. “I mean, we can do it while on the bed, like without you doing the handstand.”

“You really want to try it, don’t you?”

“You mentioned us having sex and now you planted the idea, angel. It’s your fault.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and looped an arm around his. “Let’s get out of this place before you get any more ideas.”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a no, sweetheart.”

You still did it however—the revised version of course—that very night as well. You’ve concluded once more that there’s just no way you could ever resist Jeongguk the moment he begins working his charm. He knew exactly what to do to get what he wanted; you thought that it’s because he always got what he wanted too in the entirety of his existence that he was already a master in memorizing what people wanted to hear or see from him to make them do him the favor. At some point when you were just starting to get friendly with Jeongguk, you constantly teased him for being a spoiled grandson of the Don and he would retaliate playfully that you were a spoiled daughter too by your father. You had said that ‘okay, that makes us even then’, but you still thought that your level of being spoiled was no match to his.

Despite that, Jeongguk never appeared to be arrogant or entitled. He was raised well by his family who were the first to get a taste on how to slowly rise up to power by working diligently and then getting the eventual desired result. From what Jeongguk told you on the intimate nights you have shared before, his father introduced him to their business at a young age and taught him everything necessary to know, his knowledge increasing the same time his age did in due course. He studied overseas for college at the Don’s wishes, returned after he finished and got his degree, and met you officially a few months later when he entered your home with Inhwan. Since then and since you pursued a relationship with him, Jeongguk has never been anything but lovely. It caused you suspicion at first for you didn’t believe that a man your age could be that mature and that understanding, but Jeongguk was simply ‘built different’ that you later on went along with the fact that he was just truly extraordinary.

When the last four days of the honeymoon came in, business related calls were disturbing you and Jeongguk at random hours of the day. You had an associate you worked on a case with who was studying and running errands for you for the meantime, a minor real estate case that was going to have its first hearing in a month, and the topic he usually brought up when he continuously called or messaged you. Jeongguk, on the other hand, seemingly had more pressing issues with JSG; he was the President of the company after all.

You peeked out on the balcony where Jeongguk just answered a call. “Guk? The car we booked to that dining place just arrived. The driver’s already in the lobby.”

He glanced at you. His face was serious and he raised a hand up, a signal to ask you if you would wait. You nodded and pretended to let him mind his own business while you checked your purse if you’ve forgotten anything—you said pretended because even though you were doing all that, you stole subtle glances at his direction, his back facing you and the only view you had the opportunity to see through the glass door. However, his arm movements were still discernible and at the instance he suddenly brought a hand on top of his hair, distressed, head nodding vigorously, you were positive that he just received some kind of bad news.

You no longer hid how you were staring at him; you paused whatever it was that you were being busy with and waited until Jeongguk finished the call. As he did, he didn’t even bother putting his phone back in his pocket; he just raised the hand that was holding it to accompany the other one already on his hair before sitting down on the sun lounger with a motion that came out like he slipped. You didn’t think twice about marching out to talk to him.

“Hey,” you gently touched his back, “who was that? Anything wrong?”

Jeongguk looked up and your worry escalated when you got a glimpse of his tear-filled eyes. “He passed on, ____. Grandpop—he didn’t… he got another stroke and—Pop said he didn’t make it this time.”

“Oh my god—Guk, I’m so sorry.” You automatically engulfed him in an embrace and Jeongguk fully let himself cry in what felt like frustration, his face turning towards your neck where you felt his tears dampen your skin. You whispered words of comfort as he sobbed, rubbed his back and carressed the back of his head; Jeongguk showed you a newfound kind of vulnerability at the knowledge that his grandfather was no longer alive and made it apparent that you were going to be here for him and that everything was going to be okay.

You didn’t know the true impact of it—but the death of Don Jungsoo was definitely the last thing any member of the Jeon Family wanted, which meant unlike what you were murmuring, everything was not going to be okay.

━ CHAPTER V.

The trick with the wedding worked. Seokjin informed Jeongguk before he got in the car to the venue of the reception that there were for sure spies sent from the other prominent Seoul Families to oversee the ceremony. By that time, the associates would have already informed their Caporegimes and the Caporegimes would have already informed the underboss as well who would have relayed the message to their respective Dons. Jeongguk was glad to hear that, thankful that at least their efforts of arranging everything and marrying you quite early on than what both of you preferred didn't go to waste.

For the first week of the honeymoon, at early dawn when he woke up before you would, he’d shared a call with either Seokjin or his father. They included him in all business related transactions and heard his side to forward it with the Don when they discussed it with him. Don Jungsoo only approved or declined any plans they had or prepositions from other people they received, then Hanseo acted his demands out as the active underboss. Don Jungsoo was going to retire soon, the Godfather established it when he was restored to health, and wanted Hanseo and especially Jeongguk to be more concerned with the business now that he was a few steps away from officially handing over the business.

Though upon the Don’s sudden yet still foreseeable death, despite how they’ve been preparing for something as terrible as this to fall to the Jeon Family, Hanseo was still shaken to be deemed as the new Don of the clan and be the head of their syndicate. Even if he saw himself as adequate and intelligent enough for the position, Hanseo knew he wasn’t as great as the late Don Jungsoo to live up to his father’s shoes. Perhaps his son, Jeongguk, was more fit for it than he was ever going to be, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to bestow such responsibility unless Jeongguk was given no choice. For now, Hanseo had to do extremely good on his reign and prove to the members that he was deserving to be the Godfather.

Ultimately, Jeongguk took the death of his grandfather more badly than he thought. He was still rational and handled it the way Don Jungsoo would have wanted him to; however deep inside, there was a fire of hatred and anger burning inside of him that he only released in sessions at the gym where he boxed his frustration out, upset that Don Jungsoo’s passing had to happen when he was having the time of his life with you. He didn’t regret the honeymoon or wished that he had done anything differently in the last few weeks—it was just he didn’t understand why an unfortunate incident had to fall upon his Family when he thought things were beginning to go back to the way they were.

Jeongguk remembered how Don Jungsoo didn’t like the plan with the publicity stunt at the wedding when Hanseo informed him. He shook his head profusely, saying then that weddings are intimate ceremonies and should not be mixed with business; he said that he didn’t want his grandson to get married out of the blue just so they can show off his (then) improving health to the other Families.

“I was intending to marry ____ soon anyways, Grandpop,” Jeongguk reasoned. “Why not hit two birds with one stone?”

“You are?” Don Jungsoo mused. “You’re not saying that just to appease me?”

“It’s true,” Seokjin vouched for Jeongguk. “Guk’s been thinking about it even before we were planning this.”

The Don snorted and smiled, the first since a while. “Well, it’s about time. You need a woman like that in your life, Jeongguk. You don’t meet a lot of her kind these days.”

“I agree.” Jeongguk chuckled. “So, we’ll go forth with it, won’t we?”

The Don shrugged. “All I have to do is to not look sickly, don’t I?”

“Which I’m sure you’ll do fine, Pop,” Hanseo assured himself more than he did to Don Jungsoo. “Dr. Hwang said you’re improving. We’re going to plan the wedding and hold it as early as we can too.”

“Alright. Tell Inhwan not to spend a dime on his daughter’s wedding. I’m willing to pay for all the expenses.”

“That includes my share too, right?” Hanseo joked and the Don cracked another smile.

It did go on to be successful as they hoped. The Three Families that stood along them—the Lee Family, Yang Family, and Park Family—got the message that Don Jungsoo was well and managed to attend his grandson’s wedding in a great state. Operations continued to be quiet and the waging tension within the Mafia faltered as no one no longer questioned the health of Don Jungsoo, thus seeing the Jeon Family as credible once again. Of course, it wouldn’t have been too long as well before they all of the sudden hear the revelation that the same healthy man they were told about suffered a stroke while sleeping and no longer woke up.

“Let’s book the next flight back to Seoul,” you said after minutes of just holding Jeongguk in your arms. He was sobbing, his nose running and his head already thumping because of how hard he has been pouring his emotions out.

Jeongguk cried like a kid and he hated it whenever he did. It was not something he had control of though and he was just thankful that it was only you who had the chance to see him that way when he broke down after being called and notified by Hanseo. “Not yet,” Jeongguk replied, “I’ll, I’ll have to… I’ll have to call—”

“I’ll do it,” you finished for him, stroking his hair one last time and standing up to go back inside the room and get your phone.

He held your wrist; he looked a little disoriented to form his thoughts properly and his cheeks were still wet, his eyes glassy from sobbing. “No, ____, it’s best if—”

“I’m going to call my dad and he’ll be in charge of our flight back,” you cut him off again. “Or would you want me to call Seokjin instead?”

He stared at you, puzzled for a millisecond, but he was always under the impression that you already had an idea of what he and the Family truly did. You just didn’t confront him about it or made it too apparent that you knew something that wasn't intended to be known yet. Well, at least, not yet, you didn’t. “That would be better,” he affirmed your last statement. “But you should use my phone. This phone.”

You nodded and got the phone from his grasp before doing as said. Jeongguk was transparent to you early on that he used two phones; he used one for personal matters and the others for business affairs. Your number was on both devices.

Seokjin indeed handled yours and Jeongguk’s safe flight back. As you both arrived at the Jeon Residential Area—the place where the houses of the Don, Hanseo, Seokjin, and yours and Jeongguk’s were already built along with the other vacant ones intended for guests—there were a large number of men waiting for both of your arrival. Seokjin was there by the gate, a phone in his hand, talking to somebody else, though when he spotted the two of you getting out of the car, he rushed to end the call and walked towards Jeongguk, embracing the younger boy tightly with only one arm while he used the other to reach for you as well.

“I’m sorry the honeymoon was cut short,” Seokjin said.

“Jin, don’t be ridiculous, that shouldn’t be something to apologize for,” you answered.

“Grandma’s been crying for hours,” Seokjin said again, this time more to Jeongguk, “you two should go ahead and make your presence known.”

“You should go ahead, angel.” Jeongguk rubbed your back. “I’ll just talk to Jin for a bit.”

You nodded and walked to the front steps of the door. Once you entered and was out of earshot, Jeongguk turned back to his adoptive brother who had a melancholic expression. Seokjin’s eyes were a bit puffy and when he talked earlier, his voice was hoarse, meaning that like Jeongguk, he had been mourning over the death of the Don.

“Where’s Grandpop now?”

“At the mortuary. Your dad’s there with him and Inhwan and some members of his regime. They’ll be bringing him back in an hour or so or whatever how long it takes to get the old man ready. We’ll be holding the wake here in the house and they’re already preparing the space for it, some people are already cleaning it—the garden, that’s where it’ll be, yeah.” Seokjin appeared as disoriented as Jeongguk was in Jeju Island. “You have a cigarette, Guk?” he abruptly asked.

Jeongguk sighed at him. “No. I already quit, remember? I thought you did too.”

“Yeah, but I really need a smoke right now. All of this is making me crazy.” He sighed and glanced at some of the men who were nearby to where they were standing, one of them taking something from inside their jacket to reveal a cigarette box, Seokjin dashing to the guy and getting a stick, placing it between his lips and letting the soldier light it up for him. Returning next to Jeongguk again, he puffed out a smoke with a relieved breath. “Don’t tell my wife about this,” he told him.

Jeongguk grimaced. “I don’t need to. She’d smell it on you immediately. And seriously, Jin, you were doing well on not lighting a single cigarette for over a year.”

“Just one and I promise, I’ll stop,” Seokjin said and began speaking again, his previous sentence not taken seriously by himself. “I’m going to arrange a meeting with all of the Don’s important and political contacts after his funeral, one by one.” Seokjin got straight to the point. It was a time for grieving supposedly, but business doesn’t stop along with everything else when something terrible happens, and so Seokjin wanted to get it out the way as soon as Jeongguk arrived. “They’re going to be talking to Hanseo—I’ll be there too, of course, and so will you—and we’re going to see if they’ll remain affiliated with our Family. It’s best if we establish that early on and be clear where we stand. Without the Don, we’ll surely be losing half of our assets if Hanseo doesn’t convince them that they’ll still be gaining something from us.” He blew out more smoke.

Jeongguk watched it get lost by the windy night. “That’s good. We should keep the business going as it always has been. No need to make it a bigger deal than it really is. I mean, it is a big deal—we just don’t make it look that way to others, don’t make it seem like we’re lost or that we even think that the business is going to be hopeless from now on. It’s common sense and the obvious response but I wanted to reiterate it to let you know.”

“I get it. We can talk about that more when Hanseo gets home with the Don. We’ll discuss it too with Inhwan at the office.” Seokjin finished the cigarette quickly and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his feet. Though living within the Jeon Residential Area and accepted as an official member of the real Jeon family, he never once called the Don ‘Grandpop’ or Hanseo as his ‘Pop’. He always placed a barrier between himself and Jeongguk’s family but strangely cared for them like he was blood-related still. When it came to Jeongguk, he treated him like a real younger brother. “How are you, kid? Before I forget to ask and force you to go follow inside the house.”

Jeongguk chuckled halfheartedly. “I’m fine. I feel like shit. But I’m fine. You?”

“Likewise.” He snorted. “I’m just wishing that we’ll pull through this as smoothly as we can.”

They went inside after the short conversation and Jeongguk’s mood further deflated at the sight of his grandma in absolute tears. His mother, Yeonjin, was comforting the old lady and you were there doing the same, serving her with a warm cup of tea to soothe and calm her with Seokjin’s wife. Seokjin went to the kitchen to grab a mint and Jeongguk approached you four sat on the couch, going beside his grandmother and embracing her. He listened to her stories of distress, of how she loved the Don and has never loved another man in her whole life besides him. She said that though it hurt to have him leave earlier, she was glad that Don Jungsoo had passed in a peaceful death—in his sleep, and not by any means of violence, to which Jeongguk agreed to with a nod.

By 2:07 AM, Jeongguk’s uncles had arrived and they’ve taken his place beside the grieving wife of the Don who still couldn’t sleep until Don Jungsoo’s body and casket was placed at the garden and properly arranged. Jeongguk excused himself after giving his greetings to his uncles and subtly searched the house for you; he last seen you go upstairs where the bedrooms were with Yeonjin, and peeking at each one when he went upstairs to look harder, he saw you at one of the guest rooms, laying on the mattress though he was fast to notice that you had your eyes wide open to assume you were already sleeping.

He entered and purposely made enough noise to have you acknowledge him, and you did with a snap of your head to his direction, your eyes softening the second your gazes met. “Hey,” you said.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He walked to the side of the bed where you were at. “Our luggages are back at our house, just so you know. We’d have to unpack but we can do that in the morning. The master’s bedroom is already ready though; you can sleep there for the night if you find it uncomfortable here.”

You slowly sat up and leaned back at the headboard. Jeongguk perched close to you and grabbed a hold of your hand on your stomach. “Aren’t you tired?” you questioned.

“I am.” He pressed his mouth together. “But I want to wait until they bring home Grandpop though. You should go to sleep, angel.”

“Why don’t you take a nap and I’ll wake you up when someone comes and finds you?”

“I think we both know better than to assume I’ll be waking up that easily with a nap.”

You chuckled. “I’ll kick you off the bed then if I have to.”

“I’ll wait with the others,” he said with a smile. “Besides, I haven’t talked to Pop in person. Haven’t seen Grandpop again either. I don’t want to wait too long for that.”

You nodded and fondled with his fingers. “Well, can you at least lay with me? For five minutes?”

Jeongguk chuckled, poking his tongue on his cheek before it was his turn to nod slowly, gesturing for you to move and give space for him. “For just five minutes.”

He laid down and wrapped an arm around your shoulders while you hugged his torso and pressed your cheek against his chest. You heard his fast beating heart, heard each breath he took, and the both of you said nothing for a short time. Jeonggguk ran his thumb up and down your arm and you played with the fabric of his shirt, the silence comforting yet daunting in an odd way for Jeongguk who abruptly thought of your actions back at the suite in Jeju. At that second, he was thinking if he should begin introducing the concept of the business to you—just a snippet of it—a vague description that would give you an answer but a lacking one for the events that would come. He could never explain the whole thing to you, the Cosa Nostra, unless it was the most ideal thing to do anyways; he stuck by their code and even if he didn’t, he didn’t want to stress you with the knowledge of what his Family did.

You managed to fall asleep in his arms and Jeongguk gently moved you to a better position on the bed before he kissed your temple, tucked you in, and left the room to go downstairs. It was 3:39 AM and he was sure that they were already arranging Don Jungsoo’s wake at the garden. His ears caught the engines of vehicles and the slams of the doors, followed by incoherent chatter and clicks of glasses that no doubt were shared by Caporegimes who fled from their territory to visit the Godfather.

“Guk,” Hanseo said when Jeongguk appeared from the staircase, “I’m glad that you’re here.” He was holding a glass of whiskey in another hand, eyes bloodshot and face looking older.

Jeongguk frowned as he walked towards him. “How are you, Pop?”

“We’re on our own now, Guk.” He ignored the question and clasped a hand on Jeongguk’s opposite shoulder. “I’m counting on you the most starting from now on. You got that? We have to keep the business running steady now that Pop’s gone.”

“Don’t worry,” he sighed, “we’ll sort it out.”

“I know, I know, of course, I do.” He drank the entirety of the glass in one gulp. “You’re my underboss now, kid. You’ve always been a strength in the Family—now I need you to divide your regime, your soldatos, to other factions—you’re going to be more hands on in this than you ever were.”

“Alright.” Jeongguk agreed. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. For now, you should stop drinking. You don’t want to get too drunk to entertain the soldatos and the guests that’ll go here. We have to talk too with Seokjin and Inhwan later.”

Hanseo nodded rapidly and to prove that he wasn’t going to drink more, placed the glass down on one of the tables in the living room with a rather loud thud. Jeongguk gave him a look but said nothing and just focused on striding to the garden where indeed the coffin of the Don was now situated. He inhaled deeply and watched the men from the funeral home organize the flowers and other necessary stands; his grandmother was also there, wiping the glass that enclosed Don Jungsoo in the casket that made approaching him harder for Jeongguk. Though when he and his grandma made contact and the old lady beckoned him to come closer like a child, he did and ashe saw him lying there, at peace and groomed in the best possible way, Jeongguk no longer found it hard to accept the reality of his passing, the thought that the Godfather deserved the long rest he had in stored now was enough to make Jeongguk feel better about it.

The wake of the late Don was attended by various personalities. The most controversial being policemen, judges, lawyers, prosecutors, and even politicians. Of course, the Dons of the other Three Families paid their respects as well, personally coming to the Jeon Residential Area and even going to the funeral afterwards when it was held a week after it. During that period, Jeongguk discussed with Hanseo and Seokjin repeatedly, sometimes including Inhwan at the meeting too. They handled everything needed to be addressed about the business; they went with what Seokjin said prior, which was talking with the contacts of Don Jungsoo and ensuring that their affiliation remained with the Jeon Family. Majority of them guaranteed that they’ll be honoring their friendship with the Don even after his death and that it can be counted on that their loyalty will still stand with their clan; the little others left though asked for understanding and some time to think about it for some organizations have also begun negotiating with them.

“It’s the Lee Family,” Hanseo said, sitting on the leather chair inside the office of Don Jungsoo; it felt strange to see him over there instead of his grandfather, Jeongguk thought, “they’re hoarding as much as they can. They’re trying to bring themselves to the top again. They even took the bait of Jang Yeocheol’s casino plans that Don Jungsoo didn’t want to take part in.”

“It’ll bring them more money, that’s why,” Seokjin said. “The casino will be used for narcotic operations. They’ve agreed to finance Yeocheol’s business and even pledged to protect him from the authorities with their legal contacts. It’s a logical route to go. Drugs are the leading commerce now, it’s being introduced in South Korea further; however, it’s the kind of filth Don Jungsoo didn’t want us to go with. He was already aggravated with the strip joints and all that when we caved into prosititution—drugs was the last thing he wanted to have associated with our Family.”

“Yeocheol will certainly want to talk to you again, Pop. He’ll want to restate and propose that we invest in him once more now that you’re the new Don. He’ll be hoping that you won’t have the same mindset as Grandpop and accept his offer this time,” Jeongguk told Hanseo.

“I wouldn’t want to go against one of my father’s last decisions.” Hanseo leaned back on his chair and sighed. “If Yeocheol arranges a meeting, we’ll entertain him, out of respect and courtesy. Ask a few questions too that we didn't get to ask last time for it was Pop leading. But we won’t dive into the business of narcotics, that’s already for sure. Do you have any objections about that, Consigliere?” He nodded at Seokjin.

“I’ll be honest,” Seokjin started off, “if it was Don Jungsoo who was about to get offered with it again, I would have said yes at this instance. Like I mentioned, drugs are the leading commerce these days, and I genuinely think it’d be good for us if we take a shot at it while it’s still slowly booming in the country.”

“But I’m not my father,” Hanseo supplied Seokjin’s reasoning early on and Seokjin nodded.

“You’re not, and we’re still at risk of losing some of our contacts and our legal defenses—one of them is even part of the Supreme Court and two are senior prosecutors. What Yeocheol wanted from us was legal protection, that was his main target, given Don Jungsoo’s connections and his power. So without that, I can only guess that his offer won’t be as grand as the last one. He’ll try to maybe it a little higher so we’ll bite, but the determining factor on how much we will gain from this is how much we will invest in the business still. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that—it’s just that are we going to be comfortable with the fact that the Lee Family is going to gain more from it than we will?”

“I’ll go with you when he asks for another meeting,” Jeongguk said to Hanseo. “I’d like to hear his offers face to face again.”

“What happens when the offer’s good then? Do you think we should go for it?” Hanseo asked him.

Jeongguk shrugged. “I doubt it will be significantly better, or I at least doubt it’ll be better than the Lee’s. We’re going to be second in his priority list with that Family in the picture. But with the question of whether we should go for it or not, I’d like to reckon that we should. Let’s not involve ourselves with the operations though, it will be too risky for us, considering our state at the moment, but perhaps we should focus more on financing and a bit of what we could do for legal protection as an initial contribution to his business. Then we can see where it’ll take us or maybe we’ll just stick to that initial contribution, to honor what Grandpop’s would have wanted.”

Seokjin and Hanseo shared a look; the both of them were thinking of the same thing, Jeongguk had the same rationality, practicality, and leniency as his late grandfather. The way he even enlightened them with what he thought held the same aura as Don Jungsoo. “Okay,” Hanseo showed his approval with a raise of his eyebrows, “it’s time for us to wait for their move then.” He concluded their discussion at that note.

Another week passed and Seokjin received a call from Yeocheol himself, the man asking if he could arrange a meeting with the new Don of the Jeon Family just like what Jeongguk had predicted. Seokjin told him that he will contact him again after he forwards the message to Hanseo and within the next two days, the appointment was made to happen, Hanseo, Seokjin, and Jeongguk present at the private room inside a restaurant that Yeocheol booked for the occasion. There they discussed about the business, what Yeocheol wanted, what the Jeon Family would do and get if they partake in it, and at the end, Hanseo still declined as what Don Jungsoo did—the only difference was that Don Jungsoo was better with his words and better at appeasing the person he’s breaking the news on that the Jeon Family will not meddle with their affairs.

In Hanseo’s case, he didn’t possess that kind of ability, didn’t have a smooth tongue or the charm to win the favor of the opposing party despite his decision, and so when they left the venue, Yeocheol was mad and contacted the Consigliere of the Lee Family. He was going to make Hanseo regret his choice and withdraw it.

━ CHAPTER VI.

RMEC Law Firm was recognized to be one of the best law firms in the state. It garnered clients with high ranks in your society and housed lawyers at the top of their game, including you who was appointed as an associate in the two years you’ve been lending your service to the company. Don Jungsoo asked Seokjin to endorse you to the Chairman after you passed the bar exam and Mr. Kim, the mentioned Chairman, in respect and with the aim to give back to the Don’s generosity for what the latter has done to him before, gladly took you in and played a big part in boosting the early stage of your career by assigning you to their uppermost clients.

You have been so grateful to Don Jungsoo, you expressed your thanks by sending flowers that he liked to his main office and boxes stocke bread that he liked to share with his men, and it was well appreciated by the Don as Jeongguk told you when the both of you saw each other that very day, saying that the Don was glad to see such a gesture from you.

Now, it has been almost two months since Don Jungsoo’s death; things were going back to normal but at the same time, going off to another direction. His family no longer looked disheartened or grieved so openly like they did on the first days of his passing; they were more focused on maintaining the JSG Group’s reputation and business to still be caught up with their own personal stress of losing a loved one. From your husband’s words when you asked if he was truly fine, the Don would have wanted them to move on quickly and get on with life rather than mourn never endingly—so that is what they were doing.

Three knocks on the door to your office made you look up from the papers you were reading and when you did, your gaze fell on Jeongguk who had a hand on the handle and a handsome smile on his features. You returned the smile and marked the last page you were scanning before standing up to meet him halfway.

“You didn’t say you were going to visit,” you said with a chuckle, Jeongguk placing a paper bag on the long table you had in your space before stretching his arms out.

“If I did, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He embraced you and kissed you swiftly on the lips.

“Still, a warning would have been nice.”

Another kiss and he leaned away after, you instinctively glanced at the glass windows to check if anyone was there snooping. You had learned it the hard way when a couple of associates saw Jeongguk burying his head on your neck in mid-make out session and biting along your clavicle when he visited you in the past; that act of his became a hot topic for a solid month—how the extremely attractive and rich fiancé then of ____ was close to eating her alive in her office.

However, that wasn’t the reason why you were cautious at the moment. Aside from the teasing that you received from your co-workers when they heard the rather spicy incident, there were also questions that arose that time that made you uncomfortable and a little worried for they were clearly said with malicious intent about Jeongguk’s family.

“Is it true that he’s the grandson of the mobster?” a female junior associate of the firm asked you, bumping elbows with you while all of you waited for the President to arrive at the conference room. It was the perfect moment to bring such a topic up as all of the lawyers were there to curiously listen.

“He’s probably a part of it too.” Another one, a male and a few years older, reckoned with a chuckle. “It’s a family business when it comes to those things.”

They looked at you to wait for an answer but you only pressed your mouth together, an action that meant you were clearly going to keep your lips sealed and not give them the satisfaction of biting back. You were still considered a rookie within the respected lawyers sitting with you at the long table and therefore didn’t want to cause any fuss on your part.

“His family runs JSG Group, a shareholder of this law firm,” Namjoon, the son of the Chairman who also worked as an attorney in the firm, piped in nonchalantly in behalf of you and you turned your eyes on him along with the others there, “and I don’t think it’s good to conspire and gossip against a member of a major shareholder, Mr. Oh.”

“We’re not conspiring, Namjoon. We’re just joking and bantering here. Aren’t we, ____? Mobsters aren’t a thing now anyways. This isn’t the 1950s. It’s not like the Mafia is still here.” The former man grinned at you as if you were good friends.

You didn’t answer again; you just kept on staring at him with a blank face until he grew disturbed and was looking at the woman earlier for a supporting comment. She didn’t say anything too though, and the two of them settled uncomfortably on their seats and feigned innocence as they brought another topic to the table.

You smiled at Namjoon in thanks and he gave you a small nod, resuming his skimming on the folder in front of him. He was untouchable because of his position and influence in the company; you were glad that he was your senior when you were only interning in the firm.

In regards to what your two co-workers mentioned about Jeongguk’s family business, you decided not to concern yourself with it further by searching for answers. They didn’t try poking you around with their ill-natured remarks after the incident at the conference room; they left you alone pretty much the following weeks, avoiding you like the plague but you couldn’t care less to wonder why their approach to you drastically shifted. Deep down though, you were assuming that it had something to do with their stunt reaching the Jeon Family, particularly Jeongguk who might have heard what happened through Namjoon as they were friends themselves.

You already had an idea that the reason why Don Jungsoo was so respected and acclaimed was because of something related to that kind of occupation or involvement with affairs that weren’t exactly clean business; it explained why their family a lot of enemies, why a lot feared them, why majority sought for the day that Don Jungsoo’s empire would fall. That’s why you kept a safe distance from it all as well—because you didn’t know how you would react when you do confront Jeongguk about it and he verifies your theories. Just like what’s been happening since the late Don’s death; you were aware that something was going on within the business due to Jeongguk’s frequent bad moods and his late night departures. He has been busy for the past weeks and has been stuck with his father or Seokjin most of the time too—you noticed and acknowledged all of that but didn’t say a word about it. You’ve been in this kind of phase with your dad, wherein you wondered and got worried all the time, so you had a clue or two on how to live with it with forced ease and ignorance.

Jeongguk followed your glances at the windows and smirked. “Paranoid that someone will catch us again?”

You went back to him and snorted. “You really know how to read my mind.” You proceeded on walking to the paper bag where there were small boxes of take-out from your favorite dining place. “What’s with the surprise visit though?”

“Can’t a husband surprise his wife at work?” He snatched another kiss, on your cheek instead, and helped you in unpacking.

You gave him a look of teasing doubt, causing him to chuckle. Jeongguk was always sweet and loving, but he wasn’t one to think of surprises or gestures of affection like this for you to believe him.

“What’s with that look?” he exclaimed with a laugh.

“Oh, you know what this look means, sweetheart.”

He rolled his eyes, surrendering then. “Fine. I know I’ve been absent, alright?” he explained. “I just wanna make it up to you.”

You smiled. “That’s very sweet of you, Guk, but you do know that I understand that things have been busy right? You don’t have to force yourself to do these things just because of guilt.”

“They’re not just because of guilt, silly. I’ve been missing you too. I came here because I wanted to see you.”

Your smile widened to a grin. “So, does that mean you’ll be joining me here? You’ll eat this lunch with me?” You were hopeful now but he frowned right away. He has been absent a lot. You’ve spent many nights being able to fall asleep on the bed and not have him beside you.

“Uh, not now,” he sighed as he gave you the direct answer, “later though, I promise. I’ll join you for dinner—I’ll even cook for dinner and then you can have me all night.”

“Is that for real this time? You won’t run away while I’m taking your pants off because someone called?” You reminded him of what happened the other day when you two were heading to business and then he abruptly left you to take care of matters concerning the company.

“Yes, I won’t bail on you tonight.” He moved behind you, hugging you from there and encircling his arms around your waist. “Pop’s heading somewhere too and Seokjin has the same plans as I do, which is to obviously woo the wife. So, I swear, you’ll have me as much as you want, angel.”

You laughed, swiftly kissing his exposed cheek as he laid his chin on your shoulder. “Good. Also, now that you mentioned it, I think Dad’s going to be with Pop. I invited him for dinner first since he kept on saying he was feeling lonely with me not always in the house anymore but then he said he had plans tonight.”

“Dad has been guilt tripping me about that too.” Jeongguk chuckled. “He said that since I took his daughter away, he’s starting to know more about the rooms of the villa. Has he told you that he’s turning one of the guest rooms to a home bar?”

“Wow. He decides to do that the second I move out, huh?”

“It’s a fun concept. Just wish he had done it too when I had more reasons to go there.”

You snorted and Jeongguk grinned.

As you finished placing the take-out on the table and opening all the containers, Jeongguk made it known again that he wouldn’t be able to stay long and that he had to go; he had a meeting with a potential investor, he said, though he added as well that your dinners plan with him later will still go according to plan like he promised. You nodded and he gave you a long kiss on the mouth and on the forehead as an apology for going out so soon before leaving you alone to eat the delicious lunch he bought for you, which didn’t seem as appetizing as it usually was without Jeongguk to share it with.

At 7:31 PM, you were driven home to the Jeon Residential Area by your chauffeur. Arriving at the huge gate that secured the premises, you took note of the seemingly hundreds of men hired to guard the whole sector while the vehicle you were riding passed through. They doubled the security four days ago for a reason you didn’t know—and you didn’t ask, just mentioned it casually one time as a way of saying that you found it still concerning despite your indifference; Jeongguk assured you that it was nothing to worry about and it was just—as he always says—a precaution.

You thanked your driver as he parked in front of your home with your husband and bid your good night, hopping out and walking towards the front door. The car only left when you had closed the door and were taking your shoes off, the smell of familiar home cooked food blessing your nostrils that you hurriedly went to the kitchen to see what it was. You were definitely surprised to see Jeongguk behind the stove with an apron on the moment you stepped in, and you remembered a part of his promise where he claimed he was going to cook dinner for the two of you tonight.

“You really are cooking,” you said with an amused huff.

He lifted his gaze up and placed his spoon down. “Correction, I cooked. Past tense. I’m already done. You’re right in time.”

“Is it any good?” you teased; you marched forward to give him a kiss of greeting on the lips which he happily obliged to.

“Of course, it is. You insult me, angel.”

“I was kidding.” You swayed your hip towards his to set him off balance.

He chuckled and pinched your side as a payback that you whined at before he nodded to the dining table and turned off the stove. “Let’s set up the table and eat.”

“Okay.”

Among the other things that Jeongguk hasn’t been doing because of the past busy month was cooking, and it was because of that reason too why having dinner with the food he just cooked made the night a special one compared to the others in a while. He truly cooked better than you and was more useful in the kitchen. You were sure of that because unlike you, he grew up with a mother and a grandmother who taught him all the basics and guided him with the recipes he knew of today. You, on the other hand, mostly relied on YouTube video tutorials and did a lot of trials and errors on your own. It wasn’t until you and Jeongguk were getting serious that you began learning from Yeonjin to be a better cook yourself.

“What do we have for dessert?” you asked after swallowing your last spoonful of rice. What he prepared was delicious and fulfilling that you’ve been going on about how good it was while you ate, your husband’s ears reddening at the endless compliments. Not one to draw attention to himself for a long time though when it came to you, he’d ask you more about your day and open random subjects to get out of the limelight.

Jeongguk glanced at you; he still wasn’t done eating. “Each other.”

You kicked him under the table and he almost choked, startled. “You’re ruining my mood for good food, sweetheart.”

“Am I not good food?”

“You’re not even food.”

“Okay, I’ll rephrase that—am I not good to eat?”

You snickered and continued staring at him, the grin on your face remaining. He really was the most ridiculous man you have ever met sometimes. It was one of the qualities you loved most about him too though.

“There’s ice cream on the fridge,” he added shortly with a laugh and you thanked him immediately, standing up to get yourselves some mugs so you can start scooping for the both of you. He was in the middle of drinking water when the doorbell rang multiple times, sort of like in a frenzy, and he placed the glass down to attend to it. “I’ll get that.”

You watched him leave his chair and you went back to your quest. It was probably Seokjin who was ringing the doorbell at this time of the night, you thought, as he was the only one present in the Jeon Residential Area like you and Jeongguk were. This kind of circumstance happened frequently anyways that you didn’t even bat an eye as the sound of the doorbell echoed inside the house, you just assumed that it was his brother who wanted to talk to him urgently about god knows what. Though you can’t lie and say that you didn’t find the frantic doorbell ringing didn’t put you off guard even a little bit.

You were glad actually to have someone as close as Seokjin within the compound. It enabled impromptu lunch double dates with his wife who you were getting close with since you got engaged to Jeongguk. She was a beautiful and nice lady, only three years older than you were; she worked as a preschool teacher in a nearby school, which you praised her for because you don’t think you’d have the same exact patience as her when it came to kids to tolerate a job like hers.

“That son of a bitch!”

The ice cream scooper you held fell on the sink where you were washing it because of Jeongguk’s sudden booming voice and shout of profanity. You froze for exactly two seconds, time moving slowly, your heartbeat quickening, and with the wariness that was beginning to erupt in your system because of what you heard, you headed to the hallway where the front door was to see what the commotion was all about.

There you saw Seokjin hissing at Jeongguk, his hands firmly gripping his shoulders, his words inaudible and incoherent from the distance between you and the two of them; as you made your presence known, Seokjin’s eyes flickered to you and his eyes softened for a quick second, a look of downcast falling on his features.

“Hey, Jin,” you started it off casually, your voice unconsciously quivering at the nerves, “I thought you were off to woo the wife?”

Seokjin stared at you in a manner that you didn’t like. It screamed pity and guilt and sadness and the next thing you know, he was turning away from you in frustration, his hands on his hips as he faced the other side of the front door that was still open. You snapped your gaze to Jeongguk then and he was approaching you, his eyes glassy and stern; in each step he took, your heart dropped lower and lower, the uncertainty and the possibilities of what might have happened supplying frightening thoughts in your mind. It all came to a stop when Jeongguk carefully held both of your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your skin gently as if you were this fragile being.

“Guk,” you gritted your teeth, the anxiety was bubbling up too fast for you to handle; you’ve just been enjoying dinner with him, what have possibly gone wrong for the mood to shift like this? “what is it? Is everything alright?”

“Angel, listen hard, okay? I don’t want to repeat it again,” he said in almost like a hushed mumble. He knitted his eyebrows together, his tears piling up further—were they in sadness or anger? You weren’t so sure yet. “Pop and Dad got shot. We don’t have a definite lead on who might have caused it and now they’re in the hospital. But ____, Dad… your father… he didn’t—they couldn’t do anything anymore.”

Your heart was sent crashing down, you even think that you heard them shatter to pieces. His words entered your ears effectively but they weren’t processing well. You felt sick all of the sudden and your head was starting to hurt at this overwhelming want to sob, your eyes welling up. “What?”

Jeongguk gulped, his palms moving from your cheeks to your hair in an attempt to caress you in comfort. “He didn’t make it, angel. When they arrived at the scene, there was no pulse.”

“What? That can’t be true.”

“They did everything they could.”

“No,” you held on to his wrists, pushing him back, but he was strong and so he stayed holding you, “no, no, no, Guk—what? He can’t be—that’s not possible—it can’t be. I was just talking to him earlier—I even sent him a text while I was being driven home—” you were starting to hyperventilate, your tears running down. Jeongguk pulled you to his chest; you were thrashing and you were sobbing uncontrollably, the reality in which your father was dead was sinking in and causing your temples to ache further— “no, he can’t be—whoever told you that—it’s bullshit!” You looked up at Jeongguk, the way you looked at him was pleading, in defeat; your gaze was telling him that you wanted him to tell you the opposite, you wanted him to assure you that Inhwan was still alive. “Tell Seokjin—whoever it was that said, that said that—that said that Dad is dead—is a liar!”

He only stared at you in return, his own tears falling on his face. Inhwan was a prominent figure in his life as well, and to say that he was devastated and angry by the news would be an understatement. The sight of hum crying with you made you sob harder, his expression of loss and regret; it made your knees weak and your surroundings ringing deafeningly that caused Jeongguk to carry you in his arms better—it was getting impossible to breathe then and your vision was turning crucially blurry.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk whispered, embracing you tight, letting you sob hard on his chest, “I’m so sorry, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Before you could even think of replying, to demand an answer from him why he was apologizing, you passed out in shock of the overwhelming events, and Jeongguk caught you quickly, shouting at Seokjin who rushed back inside to get you. Together they carried you to the living room sofa, Jeongguk ordering Seokjin to get a glass of water while Jeongguk called Yeonjin if she could come to your household and take care of you. His mother agreed, already aware of the unfortunate event, and after they said their assuring words to each other, Jeongguk hung up and waited until you woke up.

As you did, your eyes blinking and brimming with tears once more, he kissed your forehead and stroked your hair. “I’m going to take care of this,” he said in a promise. You were coming back to your senses and you were remembering what your father suffered from. “I’ll handle this. I’ll find out who did it and, and—I’ll kill the bastard myself.”

You were still groggy and disoriented but you understood his statement perfectly. You gazed at your husband and saw now a new guise being shown on his face; it was familiar and foreign all at the same time. You’ve seen him aggravated before, have seen him being so frustrated when things didn’t go his way—but this right here… this dangerous and angry bearing he had, it was a totally different expression that you haven’t had the chance to see in the past decade of knowing him. It scared you and it urged you to think about Jeongguk’s well-being more than the horrible news earlier for a split second. “Jeongguk…” you whimpered.

“I’ll kill him.” His jaw was clenched. “I’ll make him regret what he did, angel. I promise.”

“Guk…” you breathed out and tugged on his forearm. He looked at your grip and allowed you to pull him towards you, to wrap your arms around his neck to cry some more. He sighed against your neck, whispered his apologies over and over again though with no explanations why, and when you decided to finally respond to what he was telling you, Jeongguk stiffened in surprise, not expecting that you would request such a thing, especially at your state, but who was he to judge and deprive you of the opportunity? So, nodding and kissing your cheek, he agreed.

You just told him you wanted to kill the man who did the shooting incident that led to your father’s death yourself, and indeed that was going to be what Jeongguk would enable you to do.

━ CHAPTER VII.

The bastard’s name was Lim Sehyung, a man who was an associate for the Lee Family. He was known to be precise and attentive to what is being asked of him by the Caporegime he was under, and for his latest assignment, he was to shoot the Don of the Jeon Family as a threat from the Lee clan that meant Yeocheol, who was under their wing, meant serious business.

To do that successfully, he followed the pattern of Hanseo’s whereabouts, he bribed a dishonest Mafioso within the Jeon clan, and offered the person more money if he gave the information that Sehyung needed. In only two weeks after his Caporegime told him of what he needed to do, he executed and met the unsuspecting Don Hanseo while he was leaving a restaurant with his Caporegime, Inhwan. He shot the Boss three times, all in the parts that wouldn’t be fatal because his death was not what the Lee Family wanted yet, but he wasn’t as merciful to Inhwan who he showered with bullets and who fiercely fought back, shooting even the latter’s forehead for a safety measure.

Within the two weeks after he committed the crime as well, the same Mafioso he bribed would be forced to reveal Sehyung’s identity as the soldato of the Lee clan who did such a terrible act—the said mafioso was beaten until he spilled the beans when Seokjin received the tip that he was was the one who sent the details of Hanseo’s frequent whereabouts to Sehyung, and when he did confirm that he was the one who betrayed his Family and conspired with Sehyung, in Jeongguk’s rage, he personally sliced the mafioso’s tongue off, asking Yoongi, who was the reserve Caporegime of Inhwan’s faction and was the acting one upon his captain’s death, to send the piece of muscle to Sehyung as a warning that they were aware of his doings and that he would be next. As Yoongi agreed and got to business, Jeongguk shot the mafioso with one bullet to his brain.

That was one of the few times that Jeongguk’s anger got the best of him. Because of the Lee Family’s schemes, his father was in the hospital trying to recover from his bullet wounds and his wife, you, just lost her father; to top that all of, he was now hailed as Don Jeon, the head of their syndicate with Hanseo’s bad condition and his uncle who didn’t have the wits to lead willingly giving the title to him. Jeongguk accepted the responsibility right away as soon as Seokjin informed him of the shooting, knowing that it was him who was supposed to help his late grandfather’s empire rise up again, and even that was a hard task on its own, what he found harder was breaking the news to you that night when your dad was murdered.

Inhwan was cremated after you visited his body at the morgue. Jeongguk was there with you when you did, and he took note of how you only hugged and sobbed against the lifeless body of Inhwan; you didn’t pull the sheet away from his face to look at him for one last time. When Jeongguk asked you about it as gently as he could, you told him that you didn’t want your last memory of your father to be of an unrecognizable dead man’s face who was killed without mercy.

Your answer made Jeongguk angry again though he had more control of his temper by that time and knew he had to be logical now in the steps he would be taking in the future. Amidst all the noise and the tabloids spreading more dirt about the Jeon Family because of Hanseo’s misfortune however, Jeongguk never heard one question from you about it or at least an answer why your father was involved with the mess and had received the most lethal blow. He knew then that you knew of what he did and what his Family was capable of; he guessed that he should have known anyways because of what he said on the couch the night the two men were shot and what you said in response to his proposal.

Seokjin helped you with the legalities regarding the winery. He was the one who pulled the strings and transferred all the entities to your name. It wasn’t a hard task and a big deal since you were married to the Chairman—Jeongguk was now the acting Chairman as well—so, just like that, you were appointed as the new CEO to lead the wine company.

“Guk,” you murmured to him before sleeping, two days before you would meet the man who arranged the demise of Inhwan, “promise me you’ll always be safe.”

He exhaled harshly, pressing his mouth on the corner of your lips. “I promise, angel.” It was a white lie. In the business, he could never be safe, but he would try to do better from that on just for you.

“You’re the only one I have now.” You told him that in a showcase of vulnerability and your voice trembled as you did. “I can’t afford to lose you too.”

“You won’t.” He ran his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep for it was only then he’s able to leave you to the care of his mother. “I’ll always be here. I won’t go anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You cracked a smile, though a tear also fell out of your eye in that instance and he held you in his arms again until you were truly asleep. He left you in his mother’s safe keeping, hugged and assured his mother too that everything was going to be fine, and left that night to go to his grandfather’s house where the main office for operations was still organized and discussed with his Consigliere, Seokjin.

There they devised a plan that would be soon the prominent factor of why a war between the Four Mafia Families of Seoul would commence, the infamous bloodshed making it to national television as men were found dead on the streets and institutions were burned to the ground—and alongside that plan was the objective of being the winning syndicate out of the four, the strongest Family to be glorified and recognized, a ploy that would also be successful in months to come thanks to the combined ruthlessness of Jeongguk for their enemies and Seokjin’s intelligence that contributed to their excellent strategies.

His prime concern for now was having Sehyung pay for what he did to Hanseo and to Inhwan. On early Monday morning, Jeongguk had the solution for that problem as Yoongi called him and informed that they had taken Sehyung into captivity. He was pleased and impressed that Inhwan’s reserve Caporegime was truly competent to do the job right; he told Yoongi that he would receive a great sum of money for his adequacy and relayed to him all the details on where to bring Sehyung and what to do with him for the meanwhile.

“You think ____ can do it?” Seokjin asked him a day before Sehyung’s murder. They were lounging in the office, at their grandfather’s den, having just finidhed talking to some men over the phone to carry out their plans.

“Do what?”

“Kill someone.”

“I don’t know.” Jeongguk shrugged and brought his glass of whiskey to his lips; despite his nonchalance, he was greatly worried about you. “____’s capable of anything as long as she puts her mind to it.”

“Yeah, but killing someone, Guk. That’s a whole different story and you know it.”

“I won’t force it on her. I’m just giving her what she wants—if she decides not to do it, I’ll gladly finish the job.”

“You sure she wants that? She wasn’t just acting out of her emotions that night?”

“I asked her a couple more times after that night and believe me, she’s… she really wants to do it.”

Seokjin nodded in understanding and Jeongguk, who knew where his brother was coming from, made sure you were still 100% on board with your idea on the day he was going to bring you to the warehouse where Sehyung was already beaten like a pulp, like the soldato he trusted and conspired with, already on the brink of death and the only thing keeping him from hell was the bullet you were going to shoot.

Jeongguk knew you weren’t one to be squeamish easily, but if you were to see someone being beaten and kicked over and over, pieces of their flesh flying everywhere, he wasn’t so sure if that was still going to be the case; that’s why he opted not to let you watch the bastard get beaten in front of your eyes.

“You sure you want to do this?” Jeongguk questioned as you both got out of the vehicle. The warehouse you were walking on was a favorite torture place by the Jeon Family; it was only natural that Sehyung was going to be executed here. “I’m giving you an out right now. I’ll send you home with Seokjin and I’ll do it.”

“No.” Your expression was serious but your tone was uncertain. “I need to do this.”

“You don’t need to do anything. If you’re doing this because you think Inhwan would have wanted it for you—”

“Why else would he have taught me how to use the gun?”

“For self-protection,” he replied coolly.

You glanced at him, your eyes wary and yet determined, and he held out his hand. You sighed, taking it, and he led you to the doors where a couple of his men were there along with Seokjin, Yoongi, and of course, Sehyung who was tied in a chair. Stepping past the entrance, he caught a clearer sight of the bastard’s face and saw that it was almost indescribable by how much they’ve assaulted it; from the way your hold tightens on his hand, Jeongguk knows you were seeing it too.

“You sure you want to do this?” It was Seokjin who asked you that again while he approached you two, a gun ready in his hand. “Have you ever held one of these things before, princess?” He teased you.

“What do you take me for, Jin?” You had the nerve to chuckle.

“I’m just making sure you know what you’re doing,” Seokjin said, handing the gun not to you at first, but to Jeongguk. “Can’t turn back time once it’s been done.”

“He’s right,” Jeongguk agreed. “One last time, angel. You can back out now and I’ll do it.”

“I want to do it.” You gritted your teeth together. “I thought you were going to let me do it?” You were staring at Jeongguk with a hard gaze.

He returned your stare; he was analyzing every feature on your face, trying to detect anything that would give off your reluctance. Seeing none, only your frustration, your glassy eyes, and your pressed lips, he picked your wrist up and placed the grip of the gun on your palm. “Safety lock is still on. Do as you like then.”

You huffed out a breath and strode forward to where Sehyung was situated. Jeongguk followed but stopped at a distance to give you your space, Seokjin following beside him and halting at the same time, copying his movements. Together they watched you stand a few centimeters away from the man who shot your father, your arms raising and the gun you’re holding being pointed at Sehyung immediately.

Sehyung sat there immobile. His eyes were opened but you could barely see that they were because of how swollen it appeared. His whole face was a bloody mess and so was his body, streaks of blood shown on his clothes and some still pouring from cuts on his skin. As he noticed your presence before him, he lifted his head up, smiled mockingly, scoffed—and then with every last bit of strength he had, he spat blood beneath your feet and chuckled.

It was in that second, when Jeongguk thought you were finally brave enough to pull the trigger as soon as possible, that your hands began shaking, the breath you let out quivering as if you were cold. It was the least of what he was expecting from you—he reckoned that you would have shot the man at exactly the instance a droplet of blood landed on your shoe in irritation of what Sehyung still had the guts to do—but it made you react the opposite, made you second guess your actions and hesitate.

“Whaing ait yor ating fore?” Sehyung’s speech was gibberish as he taunted you, a large number of his teeth no longer in his mouth and his consciousness was fading out slowly. “Kill me, you bitch!”

Jeongguk gazed at you from behind, waiting like the rest, his fist was formed beside him in anger of what Sehyung uttered but he controlled himself to give you your chance—to give you what you asked him to. Everyone present anticipated your next move, to see the wife of the Don commit the same grave sin they have to be a made man. However, when the sound of your scared whimper entered his ears instead of the fire of a gun, when he saw your composed stance loosening and your feet staggering back because of the intimidation of your father’s killer, Jeongguk dashed forward automatically, threw the promise he made to let you shoot the man far off his mind at that instance, and positioned himself behind you, one of his hands on your shoulder and one on both of your hands that were holding the weapon.

You had all the nerve and the determination in the world for a lot of things; you studied law, you handled pezzonovantes as clients, you managed to be with Jeongguk even on the days you knew there was serious danger lurking around him and his family—but out of all the things you’ve been brave for, you certainly couldn’t do it for this one, and Jeongguk didn’t want you to go forth with something you obviously weren’t ready to do. He realized then at your reluctance and frightened state that he didn’t want you to get blood on your hands, to be responsible for another person’s death. You were one of the few glorious things in his life, the guardian on his shoulder that reminded him of the goodness still in this world, and he wasn’t going to change that just because of what you thought you wanted to do.

Ever so gently, he took the gun from your grasp and moved his palm from your shoulder to your eyes, covering them, using it to turn you around until he pulled you to his chest. There you sobbed, latched onto his shirt, and whispered apologies for not being able to get on with but Jeongguk didn’t mind them, he was focusing on holding the gun properly with one hand to assure you that you didn’t do anything wrong, the best he could do was just shush you in comfort.

“It’s okay, angel,” he mumbled, his hand on your eyes moving to the back of your hair, caressing it while he continued to shush you like a baby. “I’ll do it for you.” He pressed a kiss on your temple.

As the last syllable flowed from his mouth, he didn’t prolong it any longer and shot Sehyung twice—one on the head for what he did to Inhwan and the other on the mouth for the foul name he called you. You flinched in his arms at the booming sound, much more because of the sudden drop of Sehyung’s chair backward at the force of the bullet lunging in his brain, and Jeongguk calmly handed the gun to Yoongi who was waiting by the side to get it from him.

At the same time Jeongguk shot Sehyung, a soldato of the Jeon Family shot the underboss of the Lee clan while he was exiting the golf he frequented in at another location, and while that was taking place, another also gave Jang Yeocheol the taste of his own medicine under Seokjin’s orders for planning such treachery to the Jeon Family. Those murders would erupt the war between the Four Families of Seoul and would force Jeongguk to urge his Family (and all his loved ones) to go to the mattresses with him to protect themselves from the awaiting bloodshed from the rivalring organizations.

“It’s done,” he said.

You exhaled, nodding, and instead of being repulsed for witnessing Jeongguk murder a man in front of you like he abruptly feared as the bullet went through Sehyung’s forehead, the thought occurring to him that he has shown his worst side to the woman he loved, you embraced him tight and took heavy breaths to calm yourself. It was then that Jeongguk vowed to himself that he will never let you see him kill or harm another man ever again.

He was positive now that you were absolutely certain of what he could do, what his Family was capable of, and how much power they truly possessed. For the months to come, he would have to be more transparent to you than he has ever been before to keep you safe and to assure you that he too was going to be safe. The War of the Four Families was going to be the reason why you would be the first lady to join the Mafia in the Jeon Family, joining hands with Jeongguk and Seokjin as the three of you bring your clan back to the summit.

“Thank you,” you murmured and he looked down at you, strange to hear your gratitude considering what he did to obtain it. He was still expecting you to run away or to at least stare at him with disgust. The only thing you did was keep him closer to you, not wanting to let go.

He smiled and kissed your hair. Jeongguk was going to look after you until his very last moment on earth, both for his sake and for the sake of your late father.

“Anything for you, my angel.”

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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Family Getaway ~ JJK [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3.1K

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader 

⤜GENRE: SMUT DONT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE, fluffy, tattoo artist Jungkook, Model Reader, fluffy, family au, cunnilingus, sex without a condom, insinuated breeding, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

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A romantic getaway was just what Jungkook had in mind when he decided to take you and the kids away for a little while. Away from the press, away from the city and into the woods for a small break with the kids it had been well needed. Your eyes glanced over in the direction of your husband who was trying to make sure your youngest son didn’t burn himself by the fire.

“Shall we roast some marshmallows?” You asked as you noticed how fidgety your son was beginning to get in Jungkook’s arms, Noah had never been the kind of child to sit and be calm. You thought all of the running around you’d been doing that morning would have calmed him out but you were wrong. 

“YES!” Noah screamed already rushing back into the small cabin you were staying inside of for the weekend, the door slamming behind him. It was a secluded camping ground with spaces for tents, caravans and had its own sections of cabins for people to stay inside of. You didn’t have any idea where Jungkook had found it but you didn’t care, it had been the only place paparazzi hadn’t been able to find you in months. This was what life was supposed to be, you weren’t supposed to be surrounded by paparazzi all of the time you were only a model. It wasn’t as if you were a singer who needed to be under constant supervision.

There was a time when Jungkook’s tattoo shop was your hideout, it was how you met. You’d rushed in to hide for ten minutes but ended up indulging in getting a tattoo, admittedly you’d only gotten the tattoo so you could speak with Jungkook. But now you needed a new place to hideout and this seemed as though it was going to be the right place for you. 

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Family Getaway ~

⤜WORD COUNT: 3.1K

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader 

⤜GENRE: SMUT DONT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE, fluffy, tattoo artist Jungkook, Model Reader, fluffy, family au, cunnilingus, sex without a condom, insinuated breeding, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

A romantic getaway was just what Jungkook had in mind when he decided to take you and the kids away for a little while. Away from the press, away from the city and into the woods for a small break with the kids it had been well needed. Your eyes glanced over in the direction of your husband who was trying to make sure your youngest son didn’t burn himself by the fire.

“Shall we roast some marshmallows?” You asked as you noticed how fidgety your son was beginning to get in Jungkook’s arms, Noah had never been the kind of child to sit and be calm. You thought all of the running around you’d been doing that morning would have calmed him out but you were wrong. 

“YES!” Noah screamed already rushing back into the small cabin you were staying inside of for the weekend, the door slamming behind him. It was a secluded camping ground with spaces for tents, caravans and had its own sections of cabins for people to stay inside of. You didn’t have any idea where Jungkook had found it but you didn’t care, it had been the only place paparazzi hadn’t been able to find you in months. This was what life was supposed to be, you weren’t supposed to be surrounded by paparazzi all of the time you were only a model. It wasn’t as if you were a singer who needed to be under constant supervision.

There was a time when Jungkook’s tattoo shop was your hideout, it was how you met. You’d rushed in to hide for ten minutes but ended up indulging in getting a tattoo, admittedly you’d only gotten the tattoo so you could speak with Jungkook. But now you needed a new place to hideout and this seemed as though it was going to be the right place for you. 

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*sigh* love it when other people are proven wrong also love it when petty jk is on “my” side

[ 06:42PM ] jeongguk was a petty little shit. that was what he was. and even when it was endearing at times given his huge adorable eyes whenever he complained or the pout that unconsciously formed in defeat if he didn’t get his way—you often really saw the lengths he would do because of his ridiculous pettiness at instances when you were the one being casted aside, being looked down upon, and he daresay claim was being ‘oppressed’ as well.

you were just too nice for this world, jeongguk thought, too understanding, too patient; you always had the will to smile and to keep your poise even when people could really be assholes and do obnoxious things to truly try bursting your bubble—and it was exactly that kindness of yours that infuriated jeongguk a lot, especially when just the other day, you let it slip that a bunch of girls from the organization you recently joined in laughed at you when you were brave enough to share that your boyfriend was jeon jeongguk, a.k.a. the newly appointed baseball pitcher from the rivalring university and who was also quite frankly as they put it was ‘so hot that he’d totally be out of your league, ____’.

“what the fuck?” jeongguk said when he heard that, snapping his head towards you where you were sitting beside him on the bed, typing some notes you’ve written on your notebook and transferring them to your laptop. “they told you that i was out of your league? babe, you’re the one who’s out of my league.”

you chuckled, not sparing him a glance. “yeah, keep telling yourself that, guk.”

“i’m serious!” he sat up from his laid down position. “you’re way too good for me.”

you hummed, nodding, concentrating on what you were doing, obviously agreeing just for the sake of it, and he huffed, scooting closer to hug you from his spot, an arm encircling around your waist and another around your stomach, his chin being placed gently on your shoulder.

“hey,” he murmured and you raised your eyebrows as acknowledgement, still typing away, “you really are you know?”

“i know.”

“are you really okay with those stupid comments?”

“yep.”

“____...”

you finally faced him. “i am, babe.” you smiled and kissed his lips for a second before returning to your task. “they can say whatever the hell they want—but i get to kiss you as much as i want to still, don’t i?”

he chuckled and lifted a finger to bring your chin towards him again, deeming the kiss earlier not enough. “yeah, and as much as i want to too,” he said in between kisses, the last one being fuller than the rest that you got naturally distracted from pulling away as you should have.

anyways, that conversation was supposed to be the end of it. jeongguk was supposed to let it go since you didn’t look bothered by it like a normal person would. but whether you were telling him the truth that you were really okay with what those girls claimed or not, one thing was for sure—he was still going to prove them wrong about their dumb assumptions about yours and his relationship.

and what better way to do that than making an appearance himself at the coffeehouse your organization agreed to meet in after your classes? the excuse of surprising you so that the both of you can go to his apartment together ready on his tongue in case you’d ask.

“baby!” he yelled right from the entrance, raising a hand up to get your attention and even smiling brightly.

when you spinned your head towards the familiar booming sound of his voice and the term of endearment, your eyes widened, the pencil you were holding dropping on the wooden table dramatically as you stared at him from across the place.

“is that…” one of the girls trailed.

“jeon jeongguk?” another one supplied before both of them looked at you who still looked stunned to see your boyfriend here.

he, on the other hand, was unfazed by your reaction and instead began walking closer to your table, something that made you stand up immediately as well, catching on, and meeting him halfway so he wouldn’t have to go where your orgmates were all gathered with you.

“what—you’re supposed to be training,” you told him once you were close enough but jeongguk paid no attention to your scolding statement and tone, just embracing you as soon as you were within reach.

“i wanted to see you.” he grinned and then kissed you full on the mouth.

he started it off quite intensely, might you add, one of his palms settling on your cheek and tilting your head higher so he’d get to do it more properly, the hand on your waist tightening as he pulled you nearer. he even had the nerve to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, almost sneaking it in if weren’t for reality smacking you in the head a few seconds after that made it all stop.

it was you who slightly pushed him back with both hands on his chest as you heard loud whispered noises behind you, pressing your lips together and blinking hard, your face heating up at the almost make-out session. “you’re, you’re, uh—” your heart was still hammering while jeongguk smirked down at you— “you’re so freaking damn petty,” you finally whined, sighing and hitting his chest for added effect.

he laughed, knowing you understood his actions. “and you’re seriously blushing.”

“because you were about to eat my face off!” you hissed, an accusation that only drove jeongguk to kiss you once more. “ugh, guk, really—you didn’t have to—”

“shhh,” he hushed you, one more peck being planted on your lips. it shut you up alright, and he proceeded on nodding towards the desk where half of the people from your org were trying not to look obvious that they were eavesdropping—while the other half just shamelessly gawked. “how much longer do i have to wait until you’re all done?”

you let the topic go as per his implied request, shrugging and crossing your arms. “maybe 30 minutes more?”

“okay. i should buy myself a drink first and then let’s go to my place, yeah?”

“sure.”

“i love you,” he said all of the sudden, the volume of his voice a bit louder.

you gazed at him, your expression screaming disbelief, but it didn’t take long until you laughed and played it cool, reaching up and squeezing his cheeks with one hand as you brought it back down for that one real last peck, never being able to resist his cuteness no matter what. “i love you too, babe. now go away and leave me alone.”

jeongguk nodded with a similar laugh, striding away to the counter to order as you went back to your table, the previous two girls who called you bluff last time now gaping at you, seeing you with your cheeks still pretty red and your lips very moistened.

you cleared your throat upon feeling their stares and they flashed their eyes somewhere else before you could catch them, pretending to be interested in another orgmate’s suggestion about the subject this whole meeting was held for and not at the fact that they were definitely proven wrong.

JIKOOK FOREVER BABY! 🙌🏻❤

Accurate 👌🏻

😂😂😂 I bet Mamma Jin is proud!

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Character Information Part One

Enya Umanzor as Violet Blue

Main Charecter

“Some things... they just happen for a reason. Nobody knows why but they just do.”

Sofia Vergara as Sofia Mendes

Mother Figure

“You hurt my family. You destroy the people I love. And I’ll kill you.”

Michelle Rodriguez as Maria Mendes

Mother Figure

“I was always there for her. She is my daughter. And I’d do anything for her. Anything. Even if that means killing you.”

Emeraude Toubia as Selena Mendes

Best Friend

“She’s badass, beautiful, and bitchy. What more can I ask for in a sister?”

Lana Condor as Lana Lee

Mom Best Friend

“Do you guys want cookies? Crackers? Vi I just got the juice boxes you like, do you want one?”

Troye Sivan as Troye Wade

Caring Best Friend

“I’ve brought the cookies, ice cream, and cake. But uhh I might have forgot the candles?”

Kim Hyun-A as Herself

Spontaneous Best Friend

“Maybe we should go shopping. Ooooh! Or maybe Cliff Diving?!”

E’Dawn as Himself

Weird Brother

“I don’t know what to say. I’m- im walking out. This is the last time you steal one of my juice boxes. I’ll never speak to you again.”

Park Jeup as Himself

Serious Brother

“I mean I’m not always serious all the time. I- i can be fun?”

Odiseas Georgiadis as Odiseas Mendes

Over Protective Brother

“I may look small but I swear if you ever think about crossing her, or anyone else in this house. I will break every single bone in your body.”

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Charecter Information Part 2

Jeon Jungkook as Himself

“Nothing has made me sadder than imagining myself not seeing you ever again.”

Kim Taehyung as Himself

“If you’re not going to speak up how is she suppose to know you exist.”

Park Jimin as Himself

“You guys are the perfect people to commit a crime with.”

Kim Namjoon as Himself

“She was unstoppable, not because she didn’t have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.”

Jung Hoseok as Himself

“Sometimes the wrong decisions can lead you to the right places.”

Min Yoongi as Himself

“Look stop being stupid and go talk to her.”

Kim Seokjin as Himself

“I just pretend I know what I’m talking about 175% of the time.”

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intro

all around the world we were known by our names, well the ones we let people know us by. we were known for illegal street-racing and our fast cars. we were known for always winning. none of us lost. our name as a group was natsukashii. the word is an adjective, it describes the feeling when something evokes a sense of nostalgia or a fond memory. which stays true to us when we race. we were brought up in the street racing scene, by our fathers or by others who we found solace in when we could not rely on our family. now the people in the group are our family, and we couldn’t be happier.

just say goodnight n go | prologue

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 4.7k

18+ | warnings ↠ mentions of death, a little bit of jealousy, swearing, no sex in this part, but I'll keep the 18+, because there will be soon.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ hi, y’all. this is the first time I’m writing, English isn’t my first language, my boyfriend hates fanfiction (so I had to write when he wasn’t around)... anyway, I had 1000 reasons not to right this. but I just needed to let it flow. this is it. it may be shitty, but I like it lol so I hope you enjoy it too.

so here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :) feedback is always appreciated, my inbox is always open

You've been through the hardest week of your life. It was the type of week we all know it’s gonna come, eventually, but in your case, it came just too soon. You look at your reflection in the mirror close to the door and what you see is the sight of a broken person. Dark circles under your tired eyes show a worn out expression, the reflexes of the events happening in your life for the past eight months.

Yesterday, you buried your mother. Alone, except for the presence of your best friend, Jimin. You understood the absence of your other friends, after all, you used to live in a city that wasn’t exactly close to where you study. But your brother Namjoon’s absence, though, was a little harder to understand. You were the one who dealt with all the difficult things regarding your mother’s health, since you got that goddamn call from the hospital. And now you had to deal with the post mortem paperwork, burial, relative phone calls and everything else, again, all alone. 

He and your mom didn’t have the best of relationships, that’s true. He never wanted to come back home, and you understood that. After your parents’ divorce, she became a darker version of herself. She used to lash out on Joonie when things didn't go her way. And you understood his bitter feelings towards her. It has been like that since your father left. But not with you, though, she always treated you differently. She was kind to you, in her own manner. You never really knew why. Loving her was hard at times, but she was your mother. The one who stayed, unlike your father. The one who cried and laughed with you. The one who cooked you dinner. The one who drove you to the train station when you moved. Looking back, she has always been there. 

She always took care of everything and, honestly, looking at yourself now reminds you of her. Since Jimin got your text with the heartbreaking news, he has been by your side. He didn't even ask if you wanted him to come, he just came to be there with you. That’s the thing about Jimin, he’s always so tender and attentive. He’s always there. You hope someday you'll be able to repay everything he does for you.

Right now, standing in your mother’s empty apartment, you feel as empty as the room. This is the place you lived since you were little. You can not describe the feeling in words, it's overwhelming. You feel empty. You don't know what to do and how to react to things, what to say to people or how to respond to the hundreds of texts you gotten since yesterday. You feel the touch of a warm hand on your right shoulder and turn around to face Jimin.

“Sweetums… Shall we?”, he asks with a soft voice, a comforting expression in his eyes.

“Sure, let's go”, you say as you take one last look in the empty room where you grew up. 

“Go ahead and wait for me in the car, I’ll handle the last details with the realtor, don't worry”, he says as you two turn to leave the apartment and hands you his car keys.

“Don't worry, Chim, I got-”, not really allowing you to finish the sentence, he grabs your hand and places the car keys on its palm. Defeated, you smile weakly at your friend and head to his car.

Sitting on the passenger’s seat, you start thinking about your life from now on. Nothing would ever be the same again. You had an absent father, who never cared if you and your brother were sick, well, dead or alive. Your only family now was Namjoon. Namjoon and Namjoon alone meant home to you, now. 

At some point, Jimin opened the car door and gave you a reassuring smile. You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice he was ready to leave. He got in the car and turned the car keys. Now you were going back to the life you left behind to take care of your mom, eight months ago. College, your friends, Jungkook.

But how? Your mind wandered as the car ride made you fall asleep. Something you haven't been able to do properly for a couple of days.

You feel your shoulders being softly shaken. Squeezing your eyes open, you find Jimin alongside Namjoon babbling something to you. You still don’t really understand what they say, but you flash their way a delicate smile as you take your back off the passenger’s seat. You didn’t really notice, but you must have slept through the whole journey back.

Before you could say anything, you feel your brother’s arms around you, holding you tightly. You didn’t do much, just allowed him to hold you. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…”, he whispers that in your ears, his voice is so low, you can barely listen.

You don’t really know how to respond to that. Yes, you were hurt, you were aching, but the pain in his voice showed a vulnerability he didn’t show to anyone else, except you. You know how he felt about your mom, how he resented her. How their relationship was complicated. It was his weight to carry now, you had your own, but the two of you could help each other every now and then. You had to. 

You managed to wrap your arms around him, in a way to show him you were listening and that you were there for him, as always. You would always be there for him. The two of you had much to talk about, but today you just wanted to comfort him and to be comforted by him.

“Joonie, I’d love to stay here, but my butt is numb. I’ve been sitting in the same position for two hours”.

He chuckles as he lets you go of his hug. You get out of Jimin’s car and stretch, still feeling the numbness in your butt. You look at your surroundings and recognize Eunjoo’s condo. You didn’t realize how much you missed being back until this point. Being back at your best friend’s place, with your other best friend and your brother, it was almost like things were normal after the eight months you went away and after every shit you have been through.

You had decided to stay at Eunjoo’s until classes returned, which she was more than happy to hear from you. She had moved in with her boyfriend Yoongi after you went away. He was a very nice dude, a little reclusive, but nice. You’d be crashing on their couch for some days, but it was ok, because 1- you missed your bf and 2- the two of you had been 8 months apart, you had sooo much to catch up with (and no phone calls could replace being physically together, let’s be honest).

In the meantime, while waiting for the beginning of the term in college, you and Namjoon were probably going to start looking for a place to rent for the two of you. Back in your hometown, you were able to arrange things and the paperwork (with Jimin’s help, thank God) and rented your mother’s apartment. It was a good apartment, so you wouldn’t be in financial trouble. And luckily, in order to keep you and Joonie away, your father had agreed to keep on paying your child’s support. Yeah, he’s an asshole, fuck him. What’s really important here is that you and Namjoon would be able to get by until your graduation.

The boys helped you with your luggage up to Eunjoo’s place. Both of them wanted to stay with you there, but you were more than quick to send them back to their frat house, promising you all would get together later on. You not only wanted, but needed some girl time with her.

As soon as you got to her door, you felt excited. Something you didn’t feel for a long, long time. You knock at her door and, a few moments later, she opens the door with a wide smile on her face. 

“Oh, it’s so good to see you, lovey!”, she pulls you into a tight hug. “How are you? I know it’s a stupid question given the circunstances, but…”

“Yeah, I’m…”, you look at her and her expression shows that you don’t need to worry about finishing that sentence. She understands, as she always has. 

“You know what? Come on in, I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate and we’ll watch 10 Things I Hate About You or whatever else you’d like to. I told Yoongi to go to Hoseok’s house so we could be alone today”.

And that’s exactly what the two of you do. You and your best friend spend the rest of the morning and afternoon on her couch, betweens sips of her famous hot chocolate, sobs and chuckles. 

As you got out of the shower, you hear your phone buzzing against Eunjoo’s sink. You dry your hands in the towel that wrapped your body and look at its screen.

[5:43 pm]  joonie: y/n

[5:43 pm]  joonie: what do you think of a little gathering here at the house?

[5:43 pm]  joonie: the guys want to see you

[5:43 pm] You: hmmm

[5:43 pm] You: ok, i guess 

[5:43 pm] joonie: it’s ok if you dont feel like it 

[5:44 pm] You: no, its ok

[5:44 pm] You: i think it will make me feel better being with friends 

[5:44 pm] joonie: i think so too

[5:44 pm] joonie: ok, then, see you in a few 

[5:44 pm] You: 💛

A part of you wanted to feel guilty for not staying home, feeling the sadness and the numbness your mom’s absence left behind. But the other part of you wanted to see friendly faces and be comforted by them. You decide to ignore the shitty part of yourself and start getting dressed to go to the boys’ frat house. You go through your luggage to find something other than the sweatshirt and the yoga pants you spent the day with. You decide to go for something simple, a shirt, a pair of jeans and your signature black converse.  

You open the door of Eunjoo’s room (where you kept your luggage, at first, but when Yoongi returned, you’d have to keep your stuff at the living room, alongside the couch where you’d be sleeping on), bumping into her in the corridor. Your shoulder hurts, but she seems not to worry about that. You find her with an already worried expression, looking at her phone as she fidgeted her fingers. She gives you a smile, probably trying to convince herself (more than to convince you) that she looked just fine. 

“Joo, Joonie just texted me-”

“Yeah, I know, I was talking to him too. What do you think?”, she stops for a second after looking at you. “Well, I think you’re even ready, right? I’ll hit the shower and we can go, then.” 

But she’s still standing in front of you, still fidgeting her fingers, looking at you with the same weird expression. Something’s off.

“What, woman?”, you ask her with an unsure voice.

“I didn’t want to do this now, but I’ll have to…”

“What is it, Joo? Something happened?”, you start to worry about her. “OH MY GOD! ARE YOU PREGNANT?”

“What? No… I-I need to tell you something”.

“You’re making me nervous, Eunjoo… What happened?”

“Ok, let’s do this... You’ve been away for eight months, right?”

“Yes?”, you look at her still trying to understand where she's coming from.

“While you were away, things… Well, they changed a little around here”, she says that as she makes exaggerated hand gestures. “There’s no easy way to say it, lovey, so I’m just gonna cut to the chase, ok?”.

“Ok...”, you respond, realizing she expects your feedback.

“JUNGKOOK HAS A GIRLFRIEND”, she screams, while looking at the ceiling.

Her words hit you like a bullet. You just stand there dumbfounded, as Eunjoo looks at you with an anxious expression.

“Oh”, and that is all you manage to say.

“Just ‘oh’?”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You were still trying to make sense out of Eunjoo’s words. 

“What do you want me to say? We were never boyfriend and girlfriend, he can do whatever he wants” you say it and chuckle nervously, letting her words sink in. “Since when?”

“I think they’ve been together for 2 months, I’m not sure”.

“Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before? We text each other every day! Didn’t it occur to you that this is something I’d like to know beforehand?” 

“Y/n, you had enough on your plate already, I didn't want to make things worse for you”.

“There’s nothing on his Instagram, I checked it yesterday! What the fuck?!”

“I know, lovey… It fucking sucks. He sucks”.

“My life fucking sucks!”

“Don’t say that, lovey, things will get better. Fuck Jungkook!”

“Well, fuck me”.

Of fucking course you felt like shit. It was sucker punch kind of news. You and Jungkook had been friends with benefits in secret since your first year in college. He was a freshman at the same time as you were and you two instantly connected, both of you were into arts, especially cinema. You two spent a lot of time together, you took the same classes, studied together, hated the same professors and classmates. He loved photography and wanted to be a director. You also wanted to be a director, but he made you see the magic in being assistant director and you loved working on his projects. One thing leading to another, you two started hooking up, but no strings attached. 

Honestly, he was way out of your league, you were lucky he even looked at you. He was actually a dream. Super sweet, funny and to make matters worse, he was hot as hell. To make matters worse big time, he was a gym rat, so his body was chef’s kiss. And also he’s such a fucking talented singer. Like, he can really sing. It’s hard not to fall for him… Wait, did you say fall? Sorry, you mean, it’s hard not to be amazed by him. 

He was also a member of the fraternity Namjoon and Jimin belonged. Hence, he was friends with your friends and with your brother. That seemed to be the reason he was “scared of taking your relationship to the next level”, so you settled for just being secret friends with benefits. Of course, Eunjoo knew everything about it. She liked Jungkook, but she often said she didn't think settling for this “friends with benefits” shit was such a good idea. 

You two were “together” for a little more than a year, funny thing that in eight months he managed to find someone else and got himself into a relationship. Even funnier, it all happened behind your back, while you were out of town taking care of your sick mother. While you were away, he didn’t even text you. Occasionally, he sent you a funny meme or some shit. But he never texted you for real, like, to check how you were doing  and it was all you needed, really. You just wanted to know he cared. Now you know he didn’t and it hurted like hell. Losing your mother and then losing whatever the shit you had with Jungkook, to whom you were clearly attached to, was a nightmare.

Eunjoo is still looking at you, waiting for you to say something. You unintentionally frown and she notices, softly pulling you into a hug. In your best friends’ arms, you allow yourself to cry for, maybe, the hundredth time today. For a new reason, though. You try to say something, but you just babble unintelligible stuff.

“Don’t worry, lovey, I’m here for you”, she says as she caresses your hair softly. “Do you want to cancel the plans with the boys? I can call them and say I got period cramps or something”.

“N-No”, you manage to say as you sob. “I don’t even want to think about him today.”

“He’ll probably be there, y’know?”

“I’ll ignore him, whatever. If we stay home, the night will end up in tears and that’s not what I want”.

“Hey, sweetums!”, a smiling Jimin welcomes you and Eunjoo in the boys’ frat house with his usual amazing manners, even though the three of you were intimate friends.

And well, this was your brother’s house too, so you were used to being there all the time. 

Taehyung, another member of the fraternity was also home and seeing him was a breath of fresh air. He was always a nice person to be around, he’s always sweet and spirited. He was also an art hoe and you used to talk about it a lot whenever you got together (not very often, he was always on a date with someone, somewhere, the guy was cute af). 

Namjoon was also home and he was super worried about you, asking how you were feeling every 2 minutes. At first, you thought the “older brother mode” was cute, but now it started annoying the shit out of you. Maybe you were just taking your frustration out on your brother, because you know that any moment Jeon Jungkook is gonna come through the door and you’d have to see his stupid face. His beautiful stupid face. He’d probably bring his girlfriend along. And you weren't officially allowed to be mad or hurt, not in front of Namjoon and your friends, at least.

At least an hour had gone by and you hadn’t really noticed, too involved in this moment with your friends. Sharing laughs, jokes and rolling your eyes at your brother from time to time. At some point, the door swings open and through it walks in Yoongi, with his usual resting bitch face; a smiling Hoseok, aka Hobi, you were not really sure why the guys call him like that, but you do too. Hobi was also a member, but he moved out of the frat house, you were also not sure why.

Right after him, there was Jungkook (looking divine, as fucking always) and some other guy you didn't know. Your heart skips a beat and as soon as your gaze locks with Jungkook’s, a bittersweet feeling bursts into your stomach. 

His eyes were different. He knew he screwed up big time. Was he looking at you with… pity in his eyes? Or was it guilt? Is he fucking serious right now? Either way, screw that, you didn’t need that shit. You might be devastated right now, but you’d rather get hit by a fucking truck than letting him know that. You’ve spent too many years of your life working on your strong self for a guy to mess with you like this.

“Hello, sunshine!” Hobi greets you with open arms, inviting you into a hug, taking your attention away from Jungkook.

“Heeeey! I’ve missed you, Hobi”, you say as you wrap your arms around him. He gives a tight hug and it feels nice being in the arms of the people you love, the family you kinda chose for yourself.

“And how are you feeling?”, he asks, as he looks you in the eye. “Forget it, it’s a stupid question”, he states and laughs at himself.

“Yeah, honestly, I feel like shit”, you say that as you look unwittingly at your feet.

“We’re here for you”, he lifts your chin up with a delicate touch of his index finger and he says looking you in the eyes. “You have your brother. You have Eunjoo. You have us. You’re not alone, ok?”

You know that if you try to answer him, you’re gonna end up crying in front of everyone, so you just flash him your right thumb, smiling softly and he pats your head affectionately, smiling back at you. That’s the thing about Hobi, he called you “sunshine”, but actually, that’s exactly what he was. Whenever he walks into a room, he’s able to lighten up anyone’s mood. 

Right behind him, you see a very awkward Yoongi getting closer to you and then giving you a very uncomfortable hug, as you hear him say: “I’m sorry for what happened”. After that, he looks at Eunjoo and she smiles at him, like this was some type of rehearsed scenario (and you don't think it's unlikely to be just the case). 

After Yoongi, you know you can’t escape facing Jungkook. He comes over to you and you freeze. You couldn't believe how hot he looked with a fucking white oversized shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. Unfortunately, seeing him just made pretty clear to you how deep you were into your complicated past. The butterflies flying all over your stomach were there for a reason, that's for sure. Honestly, you could throw yourself at him then and there and you’d let him manhandle you as much as he wanted. 

But instead of that, you just stood in their living room and allowed him to wrap his arms around you in a friendly hug. My, my how you've missed his perfume. And his touch.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m sorry for your loss”, he whispers only for you to hear, lips close to your ear. You shiver faintly. He pulls away from the hug and holds both of your hands in his, looking you in the eyes. “How are you?”

“Well… as I told Hobi, I feel like shit” you let out a nervous chuckle, more related to you and him than to what happened to your mom. That's the effect this bastard had on you.

“I can only imagine… Again, I’m really sorry” he squeezes your hands in a reassuring way.

“Thanks, Jungkook. And how are you? Why didn't you bring your girlfriend? I’d love to meet her sometime”, you say that before you can give two thoughts about this sentence. 

You regret saying this the moment the words leave your mouth. Cool, now he knows you’re jealous. Eunjoo, who was sitting on the sofa right behind Jungkook, just widened her eyes and looked at you with a desperate expression, almost begging you to shut up. You just needed to throw a jab at him to get it out of your system. Jungkook looks at you with an awkward smile, barely looking at your eyes now.

“Oh, yeah… I-I’m good. Sure, yeah, I’m sure Seulki would love to meet you as well”, he pulls one of his hands away from yours and rubs his neck.

Seulki. You hated how he pronounced her name. 

“Why didn't you bring her today, man?” Namjoon asks his friend, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“She was busy today, hyung. With her friends. Girl's night out and stuff”. 

“Maybe next time, right?”, you smile at Jungkook with the most plastic way you could. You know he knows you’re pissed (and hurt). And you’re... Still holding his hand. Honestly, why the fuck were you holding his hand? 

You pull your hand away from his hold in a soft movement as you turn to grab your wine glass on the coffee table, if there was anyone looking at you, they wouldn’t notice the tension. 

That’s when you notice there's a guy sitting right next to Yoongi, focusing on something he was showing him on his phone. Yes, the guy that walked in with the boys, you’d forgotten about him. You didn't notice it before, but his hair was fully bleached. Which is ironic, since bleached haired people are hard to ignore. Against all odds, he looked really good with this hairstyle. He was actually quite handsome, even more than Jungkook, whom you just left there standing, as you turned around focusing on your glass of wine and now, on this guy.

“Y/n, Yoongi has absolutely zero manners and didn't introduce you two”, Eunjoo says, as she stands up and gets closer to you. “This is Kim Seokjin, Yoongi’s former roommate”.

“Hi, Y/n, sorry to be an intruder here today, but Yoongi didn't want to leave me alone… been through some shit as well. Anyway, it’s nice to finally meet you, Eunjoo talks so much about you I feel like I know you already”, he also gets on his feet and puts a hand on one of your shoulders, tapping it lightly. “I’m sorry for your loss”.

He’s nice. His touch feels nice.

“Thanks”, it must be the tenth time you’ve had to say this to someone tonight, you wish people would just stop bringing it up all the time. You just flash him a faint smile. “I hope you’ve heard good things… I’ve heard a lot about you as well, Yoongi’s best friend, right? Also, bold hairstyle, I like it”.

You just needed to change the subject. About Seokjin’s hair, well… You really meant it.

“Oh”, he looks surprised to hear that and he lets out a loud chuckle, sounding more like a windshield wiper than a human being. You end up smiling as well. “Really? Do you like it? You are the only person, so far... When my mom saw it, she almost fainted”.

Cute, did he show his hairstyle to his mom?

“I liked it too”, said Yoongi as he shrugged.

“Yeah? But she told me first and she just met me, which makes you an ass”.

Yoongi just raises his eyebrows and looks at Seokjin with his resting bitch face as his friend laughs again with his kinda cute, kinda obnoxious loud laugh.

And that's pretty much how your evening goes, actually, with your friends helping you carry the weight of the loss of your mother, by simply being there with and for you. You haven't felt this relaxed in months. With them, right then and there, you could be and have fun again. Be the old Y/n. It was refreshing, even in the situation you found yourself in. 

As always, Hobi lightens up the mood of the room, but you couldn't help but notice how fun Seokjin is as well. Which is funny, because he was the complete opposite of Yoongi. They say opposites attract, don’t they? It must be true. You and Eunjoo weren’t really opposites, though, neither were you and Jimin… Maybe this rule doesn't apply to you.

Your normal self would kill Eunjoo for introducing you and Seokjin only at this point of your friendship. He was amusing and really good looking. But you do remember her mentioning he had a girlfriend back then. Was he single now? It's none of your business, anyway. You weren't ready for that right now.

And there’s Jungkook. 

You can't help but notice he seems a little off today. He’s way too quiet and you are sure you can feel his gaze burning the back of your neck every time you’re not looking. And even when you two locked your eyes, he’d stare. Well, fuck him and his puppet eyes. He had no right to look at you like this. 

“Earth to Y/n!” Namjoon shouts at you and waves his hand in front of your eyes. “Since I know you zoned out, I won't even ask if you heard me… Can you please go get the last wine bottle in the fridge? Your turn now”.

“Last one already? Ugh!”, you say rolling your eyes.

“Do you want to drink some more? We can go out and buy more wine, right, hyung? There’s always a convenience store somewhere”, Jimin asks as he grabs your hand, to direct your attention to him. Bless his heart, this man is always so sweet.

“No, honey, I’m ok”, you take a look at the bottles piled up by the coffee table and laugh, squeezing his hand affectionately. “Also… It’s been eight bottles already, I’m good. I’ll go get the last one”.

As soon as you get on your feet, you realize the amount of alcohol present in your veins was a little higher than you thought. You feel woozy and your feet feel heavy, so you make your way to the boys’ kitchen stumbling a bit. As much as you know this house like you lived here, you took your while to cross the kitchen door. You grab the fridge door handle and suddenly a hand is placed on top of yours. A tattooed hand you know very well.

Ch 01 ⋙

just say goodnight n go | chapter 02

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 7.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing, smut and cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ ok you guys so this is the first smut scene I’ve written in my life I’M NERVOUS I’M SORRY. I hope you enjoy it :) feedback is always appreciated! and if you'd like to be tagged, please, let me know.

and also here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :)

⋘ Ch 01 

When you returned, you didn’t realize that the term was so close to start, there were so many things running through your mind back then… Fortunately, Namjoon has found the perfect apartment for you. It was a one-bedroom apartment and you two had to give up on having a living room, since your brother decided to transform it into his bedroom. It made sense, though. You two were way too old to share one bedroom and having a living room wasn’t that important anyway.

Unfortunately, it meant he’d have to leave the frat house to live with you, but he said he didn’t mind. You told him many times you’d find another roommate, but he refused, he told you he wanted you to be a family again. He did a great job with the search, the location of your new home is good, the place isn’t extremely small, the landlord doesn’t hate young people and it fits your budget. It was pretty much perfect. Plus, you could not wait to have a place to call yours again.

Yoongi had decided to stay with one of his friends for the time being, so Eunjoo could still give you shelter until you moved to your new place. Later, you found out that the friend Yoongi was staying with was Jin. So, you started seeing Jin a little more often than you thought you would, he’d been over to Eunjoo’s place a couple of times when Yoongi came to see her.

Not that it was a problem, because you liked his company and he was a delightful person to have around. Especially, when you were feeling down, his sense of humour had the power to lighten up your mood. He was a really funny person and you could value a person with a good sense of humour. And even when his jokes didn’t land, you would laugh at the silly face he had whenever it happened.

In the past weeks, you have learned a lot about him. And even about Yoongi, since the two of them were very close friends (you had no idea Yoongi was close to anyone except Eunjoo). Enjoo was with Yoongi for over a year now and you just realized you didn’t know him as well as expected, since he was your best friend’s significant other. Perhaps he really was a low profile guy.

Seokjin came from a traditional family, so did Yoongi. They’ve known each other since they were little, their parents were partners in their law firm. Jin had a complicated relationship with his family, and from what you could gather they were loaded. Apparently, they were all lawyers. He was in law school, obviously, but not because he wanted to, they expected him to. He told you his dream was to be a chef, actually. He loved cooking (and he was good at it, according to Yoongi).

His movie taste wasn’t so bad, he knew some nice stuff and was willing to learn more from you, which you thought was super cute. He loves seafood and knows how to make sashimi (he promised he’d prepare it for you sometime soon). His fingers were crooked at the tip and he felt really annoyed when someone pointed it out. He pouts when he whines and he starts talking super fast in the process, sometimes it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. And he knew how fucking handsome he looked, he tried to hide it under jokes, saying he was “worldwide handsome” and whatever. But you know he knows, the way he looks at people straight into their eyes, always confident, comfortable in his own skin. Self conscious people do not stare. You know this, because you were one yourself and he’s not one of us. But could you even blame him? He was divine.

Yeah… He was all that… And he was super into you, he didn’t even need to state it, it was pretty clear and he kinda did it already that night at the frat house. Also Eunjoo kept telling you that. If you weren’t wrapped around someone else’s finger, you’d probably be super into him as well.

You didn’t own many things, nor did Namjoon. So moving into your new apartment was relatively easy. As easy as a move can be. The boys helped you a lot, even Seokjin offered Namjoon a hand with the move and Jungkook was in a mood because of that. Eunjoo helped you unpack your (and also most of Namjoon’s) clothes. Movings were always extremely tiring, but you tried to stay positive, for this felt like a fresh start to you. Since you and your brother went to college, this is the first time you had the chance to have your own place, so it felt good. You felt independent and maybe even free.

It’s been two weeks since you moved and sometimes you still catch yourself sitting on your sink countertop, looking at the second hand stove you bought online and thanking God (you didn’t really believe in God, but who cares) for your luck. To other people, it may sound trashy, but this is really the start of something for you. Some other times, you felt your heart weight with the thought that all of this was only possible due to your mother’s death. On days like this, you just repeat to yourself what your brother always says “it all passes”. You hold onto that and all you can do is hope it’s true.

This new life of yours always leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

As you’d be alone today, you had to find something to do by yourself. Namjoon went on a fieldwork trip, since he was deep into his research about bryophytes. You still had no idea what bryophytes were, even though he tried to explain it to you at least a hundred times. Unlike him, you’ve always hated Biology. Yes, plants and animals are nice, we need to breathe and all, but studying cells and whatever else Namjoon studies didn’t spark your interest at all.

This thought reminds you to water his plants. And it reminds you of the promise you made: if you felt sad, you would call him right away. Eunjoo and Jimin made you promise that too. You didn’t call anyone, though. Were you breaking your promises? Yes, because there was a lump that apparently wasn’t gonna leave your throat any time soon, but you needed some “you” time. Even though your “you” time right now meant going through some pain and crying a little, it was part of the process.

Joonie kept his white watering can near the window in his bedroom. His bedroom was a terrible mess, his bed was unmade and there were unwashed clothes scattered all over the floor, but he took such good care of his plants, it was cute and nasty at the same time. He had some cactuses on the window sill and some other plants (that of course, you had no idea of the species or whatever) outside on the balcony.

Yes, since his bedroom was actually the apartment’s living room, the balcony was part of “his room”. You had free access to it, though, as long as he didn’t have any company, of course. You lean on your balcony grid, noticing the beautiful colors in the early evening sky, purple and pinkish tones outline the black shapes of the city against it, as the sun sets somewhere on the horizon.

For a moment, this striking beauty makes you forget about your life and your problems. It doesn’t last long, alas. Contemplating the sunrise reminded you that you were alone. You look inside your house and the silence makes you quiver, not that you were scared, it just made you uncomfortable.

Yeah, it was your first weekend totally alone in your new apartment in a new neighborhood. No, but you would be fine, really. You could order some take-out and you were almost sure there was a new season of RuPaul’s Drag Race available on Netflix. And maybe, just maybe, you could study, right? After all, the term has started.

Then, you hear your phone ringing. After jumping with the scare and splashing a little bit of water on the floor, you put Namjoon’s watering can back in its place and walk towards your bedroom, where you find your phone on your bed and you swear you feel your heartbeat in your ears when you see who is calling.

kookie

iPhone

“Hey, Kook”.

“Hey, babe. What are you up to?”, you can tell he’s smiling as he calls you by your pet name.

“Nothing much, I’ve been reading, just watered Joonie’s plants… And yeah, that’s pretty much it”, you laugh. “How’s work?”

“Well, I’ve been carrying lenses and tripods around all day long, but that’s the dream, right?”, he cuckles on the other end. “So… any plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, I got a date”.

“You do?”

“Yeah, with RuPaul’s Drag Race and an old bottle of vodka Namjoon brought home the other day”.

“Ha-ha. Very funny”, he says awkwardly, his voice less tense.

It was how you coped with this whole Jungkook situation, with a few snarky remarks here and there and some jokes. Yes, a twisted way to deal with your own feelings, you know. You knew you had no right to feel any type of way, you were never his girlfriend. But can anyone blame you? He was the one texting and calling you pretty much everyday. Yes, you knew it wasn’t ok, it wasn’t right, Eunjoo must have told you that like a zillion times already.

But why did it feel so good?

Why didn’t he keep his distance? You had no strings attached to anybody, he had. And so far, nothing’s happened. You were just back at being friends. Like, very good friends. But you have always been very good friends, so it was really not a big deal. Yet you liked teasing, since, for some reason, he still thinks he’s got the right to be jealous of you.

“I’m already in my pjs and my plans involve not getting out of bed for the rest of the night”.

“Are you sure you’re 22? You sound more like 82”.

“Ha-ha”, it was now your turn to use your fake laughter.

“You should be getting ready to go clubbing or something”.

“Yeah… I’m not in the mood to do that yet”, you state.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“What’s like being alone since…?”

“Well, everything’s been shitty since it happened… So it’s shitty, but it’s good being alone too, right? I’ve been thinking a lot about stufft”.

“Don’t overthink, though”.

“I’ll try”.

More silence. You know it’s hard for people to deal with a grieving person. Most of the time, they don’t know what to say to you and you just want them to know it’s ok, they don’t really need to say anything. It’s your own process that matters at the end of the day, you know advices won’t be of any help.

“Hey, babe… I gotta go. Filming’s about to wrap and I’m being summoned by the PD. Gotta carry more lenses and tripods around, y’know?”

You laugh lightly. Talking to Jungkook was always so easy and natural to you.

“Ok, Kookie. Text me when you can”.

“Love when you call me Kookie…”, he sounds so loving, you feel like your heart is about to break out of your rib cage and throw itself to the floor and you’d just drop dead beside it. “Anyway, babe… Gotta go. See you later”, he emphasizes the pet name and it all felt so right. Just as things should really be.

“Bye, Kookie”.

You hang up and there’s the bittersweet taste in your mouth again. This is how things should be, yet they aren’t. He isn’t yours, but he acts like he is. He shouldn’t be calling you his babe, but he does. You weren’t his babe, you needed to understand that. Well, your mind did, but your heart just refused.

You chose to ignore the existence of Seulki, but you know that’s extremely shitty of you. Sooner or later, you’d end up meeting her and you know you’re only making it more difficult for you. You were acting like nothing else in the world matters, except your feelings.

You were tired of acknowledging everyone’s feelings over your own, though. You had to deal with the absence of your mother and the absence of Jungkook too? All of this at the same time? If he wanted to be in your life, you weren’t the one pushing him away.

You look at your phone again. 6:28 pm. You were hungry already. Would it be too bad to order your take-out already? Who cares? Namjoon isn’t here to call you “halmoni” for dining early, so you gave exactly zero fucks.

Instead of watching the new season of Drag Race, you find yourself rewatching the fourth season. You read somewhere that rewatching shows and rereading books comforts people who find themselves in difficult situations, so you decided to give it a shot. You also lit up a scented cinnamon candle to build up a relaxing atmosphere. So far, it was working.

Suddenly, your intercom goes off. You answer it and, as expected, your Chinese take-out has arrived. Peace. For the first time in many, many months. You felt ok being by yourself, being in your own company.

Of course, you did cry until your eyeballs were all read a few minutes ago, but… well. Fuck it. You had every right.

You press play and Sharon Needles’ voice fills the room again. You loved her. Edgy, talented, brilliant, show stopping, never the same. And the food was delicious, also a good choice.

Somewhere between sequins, feathers and a great deal of make-up on your screen, your intercom goes off again. You weren’t really expecting any company tonight, so it scares you a bit. It could be Jimin surprising you, though. You pause the show again.

After pondering for a few seconds, you decide not to answer it, you’re absolutely sure it’s none of your friends. You remember Jimin saying he and Taehyung were going clubbing tonight, so it wasn’t him. You know Eunjoo was at Yoongi’s and no one else would show up uninvited.

You hear your phone dinging and snap your head in its direction, looking straight to its screen. Then, you sigh in relief. Not today, Hannibal Lecter.

kookie [7:21 pm]: you told me you were gonna be home today 👀

kookie [7:21 pm]: where r u, babe?

You [7:21 pm]: ?

You [7:21 pm]: i AM home

You [7:21 pm]:

kookie [7:21 pm]: looking cozy, babe

kookie [7:21 pm]: but go answer the intercom its me

With you brows furrowed, you look outside your window and see Jungkook standing on the sidewalk. It’s Saturday night, why was he here?

You [7:22 pm]: try again

A couple of seconds after texting him back, the intercom rings again. Since you know it’s Jungkook, you just run to your kitchen, not really picking it up, only pressing the button that opens up the gate, so he could come in. A minute later, he knocks. He never rings the doorbell, God knows why. You were by the door, waiting for him since he called, but you took a few seconds before opening the door, so you wouldn’t look too desperate to see him. You were desperate to see him, but he definitely did not need to know that.

You open the door and you catch him leaning over the door frame, looking a little tired. Even after an entire day of work, he still looked absolutely stunning wearing a plain black shirt (that made his chest muscles stand out) and a pair of light ripped jeans that also made his leg muscles stand out. Like, he looked insanely hot. You also notice his eyes looked profusely dark, while on his lips hanged a smirk. You knew very well what was running through his mind.

He doesn’t waste his time with greetings or anything else, before you manage to say “hi”, he has both hands on you. One on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass, while his lips were instantly on yours. He kissed you hungrily, like he never did before. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten how kissing someone feels like. The bittersweet taste that lingered in your mouth instantly vanishing with how sweet Jungkook’s lips tasted on yours.

And you were again completely and undeniably under his spell, you were sure now, as soon as his lips landed on yours, you were sure. You tried convincing yourself that you didn’t miss him, that you didn’t miss his touch. But it was all bullshit.

It feels like he’s the only man in this world to you right now. He barely touched you and you already felt your excitement building inside, damping your folds. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you were back into his arms. And truthfully, you didn’t wish to be anywhere else, nor with anyone else. His touch is so familiar, the warmth of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on yours… Where they belonged.

He pushes you inside your house and closes your front door with a not so gentle back kick, one that would have you complaining if your lips weren’t much busier right now.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for your eyes. In his own eyes, you saw a lustful fire, just like the day you were back. Only this time, you probably had the same fire in yours as well.

“Surprise”, he whispers to you, the side of his lip turning upwards.

He throws you against the door and your back hits it with a thud. Before you could blink, he had his hands around your neck and you felt his hot breath against your ear.

“Did you miss me touching you like this?” He whispers with a husky voice in your ear and you feel his teeth biting your earlobe softly.

You could barely think of an answer. The anticipation in you was so strong, the only thing you could think of doing was to crush his lips with yours again. And so you did, your tongue not waiting for his approval, claiming his mouth as soon as yours touched his. He doesn’t stop you, in fact, he responds with the same urge, his taste nearly silencing all your thoughts. His hands travel from your lower back to your ass, which he grabs vigorously, making you gasp.

“If you don’t talk to me, I can’t keep going, babe”, he breaks the kiss. Where your lips were on seconds ago, now hangs a malicious smirk. “I don’t wanna do anything you don’t wanna do… And unless you tell me what to do, I won’t know”.

He knows the words get stuck in your throat when it comes to talking about feelings. Even worse for dirty talking. You just feel… shy. He always insists, though. And you end up always saying some cringy shit.

“Yeah, Kook, I missed you…”, with all the willpower left in you, you manage to say… that.

“But how much, babe?”

“Very much”.

The hand resting on your ass moves straight to your mound, guarded only by your cotton pajama shorts. His index and middle fingers pressing strongly against your clit and his movements feel like electricity spreading throughout your body, making you squirm with his sudden touch.

“How. Much?”, he continues with a husky hot whisper in your ear.

“Let me show you how much”, you say as you place your hand on his already semi hard dick, protected by the jeans pants he’s wearing.

You look into his dark igneous eyes. The hand he has resting firmly on the back of your neck moves fastly to your neck, where he squeezes it softly, but tightly. Making you gasp again with the sudden difficulty to breathe. You let go of the grip you had on his dick, that hardened even more under your touch, to hold his wrist, not to stop him, but to encourage him to continue.

“You don’t give me head unless you’re told, have you forgotten how it works?” , he groans and the needy tone of his voice makes you weak on your knees. “I want to hear your answer, babe… I’ll make you show me how much you’ve missed me later”

And of course his demanding eyes have you convinced, how could you resist? Could anyone resist? That’s the question.

“I missed your hands around my neck”, you start holding both his wrists softly, your tone so low, he had to concentrate on listening to you. “I missed your kisses… I missed your hands pleasuring me… I missed your cock like this… Hard”, you say that as you get one of your hands back on his hard cock, grabbing it firmly, so he’d feel your touch through his jeans. He heaves under your touch. “But more than anything… I miss feeling you inside of me, Kook”, you continue, looking into his eyes. With such a confident tone, it surprised you, you had absolutely no idea where all of this came from. But it seems to be working.

He looks at you amazed, as if he couldn’t really believe you just said these things. Groaning, he slides his fingers inside your shorts and you feel its hot touch against your clit in a circular motion, making you feel so good as you get wetter, if that’s possible. You couldn’t stop a faint moan from escaping you, feeling his finger work their magic inside of you.

Suddenly, he slides both of his index and middle fingers inside your folds, without any kind of warning. He feels your wetness against his touch and as he tightens the grip on your neck, he starts thrusting and bending his fingers against your wet walls, sending electricity through your veins.

Feeling the trance, the shortness of breath and Jungkook’s fingers inside of you, all at the same time, you moan again, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

“Louder”, he commands as he quickens up the pace of his thrusts inside your cunt.

And of course you obey him, not really giving a shit if your neighbors would hear you (they would, for sure). You put eight fucking months of repressed desire for this guy in your high pitched moan. As it hits Jungkook’s ears, he lets out a deep breath and pulls his fingers out of your folds, leaving a sense of emptiness inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet right now”, he lets out an annoyingly sexy laugh and continues. “Didn’t you say you fucked other guys when you were away? I don’t think you did… You’re too wet for someone who’s fucked recently”.

You pretend you didn’t hear it. And he continues.

“Feeling how wet you are right now, I bet you were waiting for me, weren’t you? That’s my girl”.

The hand he had resting on your neck slides down, inside of your light blue pajama shirt (luckily you weren’t wearing your Scooby Doo pjs tonight), cupping one of your boobs and squeezing them firmly. It has you sighing heavily and with Jungkook’s grip out of your throat, you could actually breathe again. He notices your heavy breathing and keeps on talking.

“You know you can’t find this anywhere else, right? No one can get you wet only by touching you… like I do, babe. There’s no one like me”, he squeezes your bob one more time to show you he expected an answer. “I asked you a question, babe…”

“Y-Yes…”

“So fucking say it… There’s no one like me, tell me you’re mine”, he hisses.

“There is no one like you, Kookie”

“What else?”

“I’m yours, Kookie!”

You look him in the eye. It was true. He kisses you again, his tongue desperate for yours. And even though the kiss was rough, his lips felt like silk against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you corresponded his urgency with the same intensity. His taste intoxicating you to a point it’s even hard to breathe.

“Why did you lie to me, then?”, he murmurs against your lips.

You kinda freeze. In fact, there was a very specific explanation. Was it worth it, though? Saying well: “I was jealous, because I thought you didn’t want me, since you got yourself a fucking girlfriend and I’m also a very proud person so I didn’t wanna admit I want you more than anything”. He clearly wants you, so fuck it. And you know he gets pissed when you’re silent during sex, so you’d keep silent just to tease him.

He seems to notice something change, maybe you were even smirking against his lips right now, who knows? You’re so deep into this moment you barely think of your actions. He breaks the kiss, furrowing his brows and stepping back. You’re confused for a second, but when you notice he’s unbuckling his black leather belt, you can feel the anticipation in your stomach.

“Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll keep your mouth busy. Knees on the floor”, he says as he unzips his pants. You obey him, never averting his intense gaze. You fucking love this. He looks down on you, with a commanding, almost cruel expression. “You know what to do, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Then do it”.

Sliding your hands inside his gray boxers, you caress his cock with the tip of your fingers, teasing him. He growls and pulls your hair from behind your head with a tight grip, turning your face up so he can look at you. You smile and open your mouth, showing him the full length of your tongue. He sticks his thumb inside your mouth, pressing it onto your tongue. You wrap your lips around it, as you lick its tip. This has Jungkook’s eyes glisten with lust as a light moan escapes from his gaping mouth.

“I want you to fucking choke on me, babe, show me how much you fucking miss me”, he murmurs between gritted teeth.

The thing about sex with him is… You can’t say no. Ever. You like to tease, but he knows you do that only to have him manhandling you even more.

With your hand inside his boxers, you grab his cock firmly, wrapping your hands around it and pulling it out of his underpants. You look at it for a second, fully hardened in your hands, the tip angrily reddish. Honestly, it’s the most beautiful dick you’ve seen in your life.

You lick its tip very slowly, just to tease him a bit more. You see his chest going up and down slowly, as if he’s having a hard time controlling his reaction. You don’t even allow him to think about complaining, quickly covering its full length with your tongue, looking into his eyes until he closes them.

Allowing the pleasure waves to take over him, he throws his head back, as you’d wrapped your lips around him, taking in the full length of his cock inside of your mouth.

You shift from long and slow licks, from top to bottom, to fast open mouthed licks to the tip, almost as if you were French kissing his dick, playing with its tip with your moist and warm tongue.

“Ngahh… Yeah, babe… Just like that”, he says as he looks at you, his breathing was loud, fanning hot air against your sweaty cheeks.

Having him here in your house, calling you his babe, with his cock filling your mouth and having him squirm under your touch was all you wanted. You feel your heart racing, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were happy or horny. Maybe both.

He throws his head back again as you continue to suck it, eagerly, taking him even further down your throat, while licking the base of his cock vigorously. He was starting to get totally lost, you could feel it in the way he was trying to steady himself on his knees. The way he was giving himself to you made you even more hungry from him, he was completely in this moment with you, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

He starts thrusting his cock softly, holding your hair in a kind of a messy ponytail. You can see he won’t last much longer, for his thrusts are getting a little out of pace, he opens his eyes and you see they were completely taken over by a dark shadow of pleasure and lust. His brows were furrowed. He was concentrating on the sight of your lips wrapped around him and you were giving him the full show.

You slowed down your pace, allowing him to slowly thrust inside your mouth in his own rhythm. The whole thing was so sexy, you were so eager for him, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“If—you don’t stop…” he says as he places his hand on your cheek, while the other one still holds your hair. “I’m gonna—cum”.

You moan softly, grabbing hold of his base as you use your hands to pleasure him while you licked and sucked his wincing tip.

“Nah… Stop”, he pulls his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

You shoot him a confused look, as he helps you on your feet. He leans in and pecks your lips. His hard wet cock being pressed into your covered mound as your bodies’ distance disappears makes your insides flip in anticipation.

“After all this time not being able to actually fuck you…” he emphasizes the word fuck, looking at you with his deep lustful gaze, forcing you to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I want to cum deep inside this fucking pussy”.

And just like that, he’s sliding his index finger inside your folds again, to feel your wetness again. He smirks. Your breathing was so loud, you were pretty sure even your neighbors could hear you through the walls.

“You’re so ready for me, babe, aren’t you?” he asks you in a husky voice, thrusting with his fingers at a very slow pace. You shake your head in a desperate way, agreeing. “I know you only get wet like this for me”.

You hum lazily in agreement, feeling the trance of his fingers inside you.

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?—I want to hear your answer”, he hisses the last part through his teeth.

“Y-yes”.

“Tell me I’m the only one who gets to cum inside of you”

“You are, K-Kookie”.

“Am I what, Y/n? I didn’t catch that”.

“You’re the only one who can cum inside me”.

“Yeah, you bet. Then fucking take me to your bed, that’s where I want to fuck you. I want to be the first one to fuck you in there, so you won’t forget who owns you”, he whispers in your ear, then he bites it, not as soft as before.

At this point, you had no control over yourself, you’d do whatever he asks you to. You hold his hand, entwining your fingers. Doing this after so long makes you feel funny, but not bad, though.

Did all this mean he wasn’t with Seulki anymore? You are not sure if you want to know. The less you know the better, in this case. You lead him to your bedroom, where the container of your take-out still lays beside your laptop on your bed.

“I like how you docarated it”, he says casually, like you weren’t almost choking on his dick a minute ago. The dark in his eyes softened.

“Thanks”, you manage to say as you throw the stuff to the floor. “I want to add a little more color, though”.

“It’ll look nice”, he shoots you a soft smile.

You start to feel awkward with this whole situation, having him here after the momentum has passed talking about home decoration. Now you remember saying the things you said in the heat of the moment and you just wanted to lock yourself in the bathroom until he went away. One minute he was a man possessed with such a dirty mouth, on the other he was complimenting the new furniture in your bedroom. He’s always been a walking and talking mystery to you then and he still is now.

Then, you feel his touch again and all the anxiety just vanishes. As simple as that, Jungkook was like a drug or something and you never really tried to resist. He hugs you from behind, his toned arms making you feel so tiny as you feel his lips on your neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. You feel weak on your knees as he starts biting the flesh of your neck, probably leaving marks that you’d have to cover with makeup tomorrow. But fuck it, you just wanted to be his.

His tattooed hand grabs hold of the hem of your pajama shirt, then the other one follows, while he is still concentrating his lips on your neck and you feel yourself lose the last bit of self control you held. He starts pulling your shirt up, finding no resistance in you, as you throw your arms up and he tosses it somewhere in your bedroom.

“Turn around, let me see you”, he whispers against the hot flesh of your neck.

You do as he says, his eyes trailing from your boobs to your face.

“Fuck it, give me my sin again” He leans in for another rough kiss, one you’re sure will leave both of your lips swollen from the intensity. Your naked upper body pressed against his muscular covered chest. He pushes you onto your bed and lays on top of you right after, making you feel the weight of his body on yours and the touch of his hard cock against your mound.

“You’re so fucking hot…”, his gaze gets even more intense. “You’re mine, you realize that, right?”, he says as his hand reaches for your ass and squeezes its cheek harshly. “All mine”.

You agree with a slight nod. There was no point in denying it anyway. It was true and you both knew it. He had his lips back on your neck, marking you with hickeys all over the place. You just lost yourself to his touch and how he made you feel wanted and desired, allowing the pleasure to take over you.

“This fucking ass belongs to me and to me alone…”, he continues.

You hum in agreement. He lifts his head and looks at you, he’s got his damn smirk back. The smirk that lives in your mind rent free, the one you couldn’t stop thinking about for eight fucking months.

“Oh, Y/n, when you look at me like this, I swear… Are you still gonna keep on trying to make me jealous with that Kim Seokjin guy?”

He has you gagging. At that moment, you didn’t even remember Jin existed. Why was he talking about him, for fuck’s sake?

You felt… weird now?

“Are you?”, he asks again, as he slides your shorts down your legs, slowly. Exposing your complete nakedness.

“Stop talking about him…”, you whisper as you close your eyes. It just felt wrong.

“Why, babe?” he bites softly the inside of your calf. “Why can’t I talk about that punk, huh? He’s been trying to get what’s mine and I don’t like that”.

Did he have to bring Jin into his fucking dirty talk? He has been nothing but sweet to you and you really didn’t feel like playing this game with Jungkook. You say nothing.

“Don’t want to talk about your friend?”, he pouts and you shake your head. You really didn’t want to involve Jin, it just crossed a line you didn’t know was there in the first place. “Let me make you forget about him, then.”

Jungkook’s head gets closer to your body again, only this time he has his tongue against your clit, drawing circles with it, slow and soft ones. You moan loud this time, the pleasure being too much to handle in silence and he hums against the sensitive skin. He slides his index finger inside of you, curling it yet again against your wet hot walls. You were so wet you could hear yourself, it was embarrassing.

“Oh, babe, you’re so ready for me… So wet…”

You lift your head to look at him. He stares at you back and his expression looks wild, you love it. You smirk at him and agree with your head.

“I am… Kook, just fuck me already”.

He looks at you in pure amazement, his eyes full of lust again.

“You want it that bad, huh? I can feel it” Jungkook pulls his finger out of you and licks it, tasting your wetness on it. He knows you lose it everytime he does that and you’re indeed long lost right now, your sanity flying out your window.

“Please, Kookie”, you whine.

He groans as he takes off his black shirt hastily, next he takes off his ripped jeans and, finally, his also black boxers. He tosses his clothes somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom, just like your pjs, not really caring where they land.

Then, he decides to turn off the lights. The lights coming from the window add different colors to the scene happening inside your bedroom. He was a photography director through and through, indeed. You see him taking something from his pants on the floor and the sound of plastic being unwrapped meant it was probably a condom. Thank God, because you weren’t taking the pill and you were so done for, you didn’t even think about protection.

Jungkook then turns around and crawls back into your bed, while you are still laying on your back. Your eyes never leaving his softly lit body, his insane abs that shouldn’t even be allowed shirtless near you for the sake of your sanity. Suddenly, his hands grab your waist and turn you around.

He lays on top of your naked body, pressing his cock against your ass, his hands on each side of your head supporting his strong body as he hovers over yours. You can hear his loud breathing and vice versa.

“On all fours”, his hoarse voice commanded, breath fanning against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

You bend your knees and stretch your arms on the mattress, finding a comfortable angle to position your ass, since you know this is Jungkook’s favorite position and he can get a little too intense sometimes.

You feel the tip of his cock touching your ass, which has you moaning lightly in anticipation. He seems to enjoy it and the next thing you know, he’s pushing his cock inside your folds, without much ceremony.

You gasp and it seems like the world is spinning, with Jungkook thrusts harshly into you. You take his full length in each thrust, feeling the pleasing pain deep inside you. Then he slides out of you very slowly, angling himself to hit all the right spots against your warm and wet walls.

“I wanted to be inside you so bad, babe…”, he says as he squeezes your ass with his large warm hand. “Let me hear you”.

Jungkook’s thrusts start to get faster, picking up an intense pace. Each thud making you moan louder and louder. You can’t even keep your mind straight, you don’t think about the embarrassment you’ll go through tomorrow morning if you faced one of your neighbors. He knew how to give it to you so good, his cock buried so deep inside you, he has you holding your bed sheets in a tight grip.

“Yeah, babe, let everyone know only I can make you moan like this”, he slaps your ass, probably leaving a mark where his hand landed. You knew you were so done for. You were so lost into him, into this moment. Everything this guy did and said to you was so fucking sexy. “Tell me you’re mine!”

“I am- yours!”, you whine in return. It’s more of a confession than anything, in the middle of all of this dirty stuff. He moans as soon as your response gets to his ears, which has you weak on your knees. “Oh, my God, Kook!”

“What? Say it”, he asks a bit desperately.

“I’ve missed us s-so much”, you cry out.

His moaning was too much for you. You start to feel your climax building inside your core, squeezing him tightly as Jungkook thrusted in and out of you, in an insanely pleasurable pace, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

Your hips trying to keep up with his lunges, the feeling so intense, so overwhelming. You were pretty sure you started to moan even louder than before, your breathing was so heavy you were starting to feel breathless. He notices you weren’t going to last much longer and pulls out of you hastily, leaving an emptiness behind.

He held your hips tightly with his hot hands, making you lay on your back. His intense gaze finding your eyes, there was such a connection between the two of you in this moment.

“I want you to look at me while you cum”, he says bluntly.

The words go straight to your core, making you squirm under his gaze. He parts your legs with his hands and nestles himself between them, positioning the tip of his cock in your folds. He holds his weight with his strong hands besides your head, his forehead touching yours, eyes on yours.

Then he’s inside you again, thrusting hungrily, so deep inside you it hurts. Your walls were squeezing him and squelching with his hard thuds.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

He brings his lips down to yours, his tongue instantly inside your mouth chasing yours. It was like you were losing track of time and space. It was a rough and kinda sloppy kiss, the pleasure in you so intense you couldn’t even control yourself, you couldn’t think straight.

“I’m c-cumming, babe…”, you whisper against Jungkook’s lips and he hums in agreement, almost in a light moan.

“Yes, babe, cum all over my cock!”

It was it for you. You felt the ecstasy exploding throughout your body as it felt numb with the waves of pleasure flowing through your veins. It’s like the world has stopped for a few seconds and there’s nothing but the overwhelming feeling between your legs. Jungkook’s mouth on yours making your moans sound a little softer.

“Fuck, babe, you’ll be the death of me… You’re so fucking tight!”, he whispers in a husky voice against your mouth.

He keeps on thrusting, getting sloppier in each movement. You keep on moaning, so sensitive after climaxing you could just faint in his arms.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside”, you grunted.

He holds your gaze for less than a second. He knows what it means having you ask him to do that. It means he’s the only one in your life right now. Actually, he’s been the only one for you since you two met.

“Say my n-name”, he commands.

“Are you cumming, Kook? Please, do it deep inside me, babe”.

And he was also done for, listening to your needy pleas. You feel his legs shaking beside your body as his cock jerked inside of you as he thrusted inside your folds one last time. He grunts, his breath fanning lightly against your face.

He lets out a breathless chuckle and pulls out of you. Both of your chests heaving up and down harshly. Jungkook then throws himself beside you on the bed, resting his head on the crook of your neck, pecking its skin softly.

“Y/n, there’s only one problem…”

“What?” You ask him, lifting one of your brows, trying to look at him while his face is still in the same place.

“You called me babe, I never told you you could call me that…”, he pecks your neck one more time, resting his tattooed arm on you. “You need to be more creative, babe is my thing to you”.

“Oh, yeah? Ok… I’m sure I can think of a better pet name than simply babe”, you tease.

“Hey, what’s wrong with being my babe now?”, he lifts his head, looking at you while trying to suppress a smile.

“Nothing”, you answer him and peck his lips.

You were exhausted. He was too, since he didn’t say anything back and a few seconds later he had his face buried in the crook of your neck again. It all felt so familiar to you, this moment made you feel like nothing had changed. It made you forget things have indeed changed. His touch, his gaze, the things he said to you, laying in bed and falling asleep together after tiring each other out. It seems like things were going back to their place, at least, part of them. Maybe this meant he was about to break up with Seulki. After today, how could he not? Anyway, this is a future you’s problem.

All you could think of now was how right it all felt. And you fell asleep in his arms.

Ch 03 ⋙