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oh god i’m rooting for them so bad 😭😭 it must hurt oc so much seeing what she wished she had through other people 🥹 and the line about her cousin fearing ending up like her ?! and thinking about seeing jimin with a pregnant wife eventually as well ???!!! I WAS HURTING !!!!!! i love this series already, you write so well author i feel ~everything~
thank god jungkook is the best boy!!!!! realize ur feelings soon pls 😫😫
drabble series # 1 - the five-year plan
the five-year plan . eight | jjk
you’ve always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you’d have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you’re somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?
summary: the one where you're upset and jungkook is here to help.
pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader. general warning/tags for the series: non-idol!au, reader just got divorced, idiots to lovers, slow burn, unprotected sex, ovulation horny, iykyk, family drama, in law drama, ex-husband drama, just drama all around, domestic fluff, we didn’t know that we were in a relationship, co-parenting, dramatic confessions, more tags to come. wc: 2k author’s note: this chapter was brought to you by tomboy by hyukoh bc i fell in love with it again and listed to it for three hours straight,, can you tell i have adhd? fhdjsskksksks i was gonna make them fuck this part, but i did have to go to work soooo, unfortunately, still no more baby making. me: let's take a break 🥺 my brain: hahaha sure bud, so same time tomorrow? :))))
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Your cousin's smile almost seems to mock you as you stare down at your phone screen.
Her smile is wide, all of her teeth on display and not even a smudge of lipstick on her teeth, not a hair out of place, her eyes are teary in the way that beauty pageant queens are. She looks so excited, she's so happy, she's glowing. Hand proudly holding her baby bump, she looks like she'll pop any day, even then she looks absolutely gorgeous in the dress she's wearing, the diamonds in her wedding ring shining like a star against the dark navy of her dress.
Her husband is at her side looking just as excited for the world, for their future, for their son. He has a hand holding her by the waist, placing a kiss to her temple, a proud look in his eyes. You remember when you and Jimin looked like that, like you were each other's everything.
You remember when you thought that you and Jimin would end up like that. Pregnant and excited about it — even if it was just a happy accident, you'd both be so unbearably happy that everyone around you would be able to see it, to feel it. 
But instead here you are, divorced and not pregnant.
You just continue to stare at the photo, and you feel the emotions in you twist into something even more ugly. You know you should feel happy for her, you really want to feel happy for her. She had married her childhood sweetheart, moved out of your small hometown, and now they were expecting their first kid — she did everything right, everything you had wanted to do and actually managed to pull it off.
You wonder bitterly if they'll fall out of love, if she'll wake up one day and realize she's in a loveless marriage and go about her day like nothing changed. You wonder if they'll give up, have no desire to fix their marriage, let it sit on the back burner until her husband finds someone else to love— someone better than her.
You stare at the photo a little longer, you wonder if you would have been her if you had done things differently. If you had tried to save your marriage, if you fought a little harder. If you tried to fall in love again. You can't help but wonder if Jimin has fallen in love again, if that girl he had met managed to keep his attention or if she was doomed to have a fate just like you. What if she didn't? What if you were the problem and soon you'd have to worry about accidentally seeing a picture of Jimin like this, with another women in his arms, happily pregnant and hoping for the whole world.
Your thumb mindlessly double clicks on the photo giving it a like before typing out a generic congratulations. Every word feels like a knife cutting into your skin, you wonder if she'll see your blood in the comments, if she'll know that you don't really mean it. You wonder if she looks at you with pity, with embarrassment, with mirth. Or maybe she looks at you in fear, that she fears that she'll end up just like you.
'Congrats you two! I'm so excited for you! I'm sure he'll be beautiful. Can't wait to meet him. 🩵🩵🩵'
You close out instagram as soon as you hit send, your fingers habitually pulling up a text conversation without any thought. You type out a quick message and hit send before you could even think not to.
Bubs 🌷: come over.
Jeon 🐰: I'm kinda busy rn, everything okay?
Bubs 🌷: i'm bored.
Jeon 🐰: Sounds like a personal problem
Bubs 🌷: 🥺
Jeon 🐰: I'll be there in 10.
Bubs 🌷: bring something sweet !!!
Jeon 🐰: 👍👍👍👍
“So,” Jungkook drawls out the word, staring at you pointedly, “you wanna tell me why you're sad?”
You shake your head and pop another chocolate into your mouth, letting out a pleased hum as it melts on to your tongue.
“I'm not sad.” You answer, you try to ignore how petulant your tone is. You weren't effected by that, you really weren't. And Jungkook is stupid for thinking that you're upset.
“Hmmm,” He hums in response, reaching over to steal one of your candies, you give him a dirty look and pull them closer to your chest. “Right, okay, so you're not upset at all?”
“Nope.”
“So you won't care if I leave?” He challenges, a brow raised in question.
“Nope, go for it. You've already given me candy so what more do I need you for.” You're lying through your teeth, and you both know it. As much as you'd hate to admit it, you've always used Jungkook as a crutch when you were upset, unless it was at him — then you'd bitch and moan to Jimin until he forced the two of you to make up, he was usually hearing it from both sides and you used to wonder if he regretted introducing the two of you.
Jungkook slowly raises himself from the couch, staring you down the whole time waiting for you to even let out the slightest of reactions, you just stare back, your gazes completely locked. At this point it had turned into a battle of wills and neither of you were losing this fight. He takes one step back, towards the door and you must show the smallest of reactions because as if he saw just what he was looking for he starts walking towards you scooping you up in his arms.
“Jungkook!” You squeak out, the candy you were holding clutched tightly in your hands thankfully not spilling out everywhere on the floor.
He carries you to your bedroom and gently places you down on your bed. You stare at him curiously as he flutters around your room seemingly on a mission.
"Ahh.” He says excitedly when he finds what he'd apparently been looking for, and next thing you know he's putting your favorite studio ghibli film's disc in your gaming system.
He's stepping out of the room and you try to ignore the way you feel the sudden weight of your sadness again. You hadn't realized how much just having him near was keeping it at bay.
He comes back shortly with the extra blankets you keep stored away, dropping them down at the foot of your bed before leaving again.
This time when he comes back with a bowl of popcorn you're already wrapped tightly in the blankets anxiously awaiting for him to return.
He sets the bowl on the bedside table and climbs into bed with you, he pulls you into his arms and you find yourself relaxing instantly
He places a kiss to your forehead and starts the movie.
You're crying, this movie always makes you cry but this time it's more than just a few tears. Gut wrenching sobs leave your mouth, body shaking with the force of them as you hold onto Jungkook for dear life.
You're not even crying over the film anymore, it had just been the catalyst for you to let your emotions out. Your hands clenched tightly into Jungkook's shirt and face buried in his chest you let yourself finally cry. Cry about all the things you'd been avoiding feeling for the last while.
You cry over the negative pregnancy test, you cry over your cousin, you cry over Jimin, you cry over Jungkook, you cry over the mug you chipped, you cry over things that happened at work, you cry over your future. You just let it all out.
Jungkook just holds you through it, rubbing soothing circles into your back.
“Bubs, you're breaking my heart.” He says tenderly, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Will you please tell me what's going on?”
You nod, trying to stop the sobs enough to speak.
You're down to little sniffles when you finally speak, “_____'s pregnant.”
“Oh?” Jungkook questions, wiping tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs.
You nod up at him, “They're having a boy.”
You know he's still confused as to why that would make you cry like someone had died but he just goes along with you like he usually does.
“Hmm.” He hums in response, “That's … unfortunate?”
You can't help the smile that forms on your face, he's such an idiot.
“No it's not,” You say with a small laugh, that edges too close to another sob when the next words leave your mouth, “I'm really happy for her.”
“It doesn't sound …” He says cautiously, like he's not sure if he should say it or not, “like you're happy for her.”
“Because I'm also not.” The words come out in a rush, one coming after another practically chasing after the other, ”Because that was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be pregnant and married and happy and in love.”
He makes an understanding noise, thumbs now just tracing lines on your cheeks, “You will be.” The words come out like he didn't mean to say them, his eyes going wide and then staring at you accusingly like you were the ones to say them.
“I mean, you will be. You'll be happy again.” He corrects himself, “Today is just a bad day. Sometimes the hurt just gets a little loud but you will be happy again. I can't promise you the rest, but I'll definitely try. I'll be here to make you happy when you don't think you can be anymore, Okay?”
He nods at you, and as he holds your face he forces your head to nod along, and your lips pull into a smile.
“And if she's having a son we'll just have to have two.” He says determinedly, Jungkook always the most competitive, “We can't have anyone showing us up right?”
You can't help but laugh, he's such an idiot.
“I thought the deal was one baby.” You joke, eyes fond and your voice sounding far too soft around the edges.
“Nah,” He responds softly, “We need at least three, hmmm,” He thinks about it for a second, then clicks his tongue when he decides, “maybe seven.”
“Seven?” You ask incredulously, eyes going wide, and your jaw dropping.
“Yeah, they can start an idol group.” He insists, “Seven is the best number for that.”
Full body laughter shakes it way through you the same way your sobs had been earlier and Jungkook gives you a breathtaking smile.
“Oh I feel bad for the poor girl who ends up with you, she can absolutely provide you with the rest, you're getting one from me at most.” You say eyes full of mirth, grin still wide. And then, because you think about your future kids, you quickly correct yourself, “Hmm, maybe two.”
You don't notice the way that his smile falters a little, he too quickly covers it up with a petulant pout and the dramatic shake of his head.
He lets out a stream of no's shaking his head all the while, before firmly insisting, “Seven.”
You snort, “We haven't even had the first one yet and you're already insisting on six more?” Your words are laced with humor, “There's only so much time.”
He laughs along with you, and then sobers up and gives you a mockingly serious nod.
“You're right, we've definitely got to get to work.” He's joking, you're sure he's joking but the next thing you know his lips are on yours. Hands framing your face, leaving teasing pecks on your lips, “We've got babies to make, bubs. Very serious business, you know.”
The kiss turns deep, Jungkook's lips are soft against yours, you can taste the buttery popcorn on his lips and another taste that has you pulling away and blinking slow.
“Did you steal my chapstick?” You ask curiously, the moment gone just as quickly as it was there.
His eyes are wide, looking every bit like he was caught red-handed, “…No.”
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