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✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"

summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!

notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.

warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/

you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:

unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment

you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.

you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.

y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold

the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"

he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.

"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"

"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.

you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"

his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:

"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"

you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"

his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"

"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"

jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"

you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"

he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"

you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"

"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"

you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"

his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"

you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.

he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"

you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"

and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"

you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.

"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"

you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"

"can you shut up?"

it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.

you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.

you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.

he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.

"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.

"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.

"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"

"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"

no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"

"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"

you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"

he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"

you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"

he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"

you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.

you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.

"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.

he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"

"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"

he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.

he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.

"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.

his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.

the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.

his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.

he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.

when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.

everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.

"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"

"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"

"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"

dangerous words.

dangerous words that feel a bit to real.

it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:

"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"

your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"

you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"

you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.

making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.

his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.

you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.

"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.

"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"

he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.

your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-

"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"

his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.

"can't hold it back, i don-"

he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.

you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.

your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.

it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?

"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.

"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.

yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"

"i know"

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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | chapter ii

✒ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just 🤬 while KTH is 😇

playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.

a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not 🫣 Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy 🥰 (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)

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You’re seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesn’t help that you’ve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your company’s new endorser was launched.

A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didn’t stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.

Yes. You’re referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.

More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dick…again.

What is wrong with you?

You’ve been asking yourself the question far too many times. You’d think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.

That’s why you’re here now, waiting in the office of your therapist’s private practice, hands restless in your lap. You’ve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.

‘JeonX CEO Jeon Jungkook’s ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorce’

‘South Korea’s Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenue’

These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.

You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except it’s not a printed gossip magazine— it’s a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.

Chim 🐥: can you believe this crap they’re saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! They’re making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! 😡 [sent at 5:06 pm]

Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you don’t immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. He’s been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the media’s been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. He’s always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.

You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you don’t mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]

You hope your message doesn’t read as cold or dismissive. Jimin’s concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you don’t really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.

Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkook’s conniving ex-wife; as if you’ve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.

Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive “inside look”. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.

Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.

“I apologize for the wait Ms. __."

The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last week’s session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.

“It’s okay,” you assure, straightening your posture. “I understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."

Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. “Thank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?”

You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.

"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"

Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.

"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."

"Because of the divorce you mean?"

"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.

Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.

"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."

When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.

"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."

"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."

You pause to take a breath before continuing.

"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."

"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."

The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.

"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.

"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"

"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."

Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.

"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."

"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."

It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."

Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.

Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.

Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clock— 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.

"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.

"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."

Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.

As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.

Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.

How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.

You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.

Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.

"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.

"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."

You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.

The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.

Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.

Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.

Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.

Reluctantly, you complied.

Chim 🐥: I wish I could be there with you tonight 😞 No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]

"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.

"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"

"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"

"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"

Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuck— is that the devil now?

You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.

You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.

"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.

But wait a minute.

You stop in your tracks—that's not Jungkook's voice at all; it’s far too raspy.

Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?

Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. “My movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought I’d swing by and see what all the excitement’s about,” he says.

You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill you’re still working to sharpen.

“Tae-” you begin.

He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.

“I got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.” His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. “I also didn’t want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries.”

Taehyung’s words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.

“Thank you, Taehyung. You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. “It’s actually a good thing you came since you’re basically the second face of my company after all.”

“I’m happy to hear that. We’ve been working so well together recently, and I don’t want to ruin it. May I?” He offers you an arm.

“You may.” You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit you’re glad to see him.

With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. He’s not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You haven’t even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.

You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures he’s the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.

Memories of your time together come flooding back all at once—both the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps you’re mistaken and they’ve merely slipped away for a second. You’re positive he would’ve brought someone.

Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didn’t just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.

“So,” a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. “Looks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. I’m shocked to see you’ve shown up to our little soirée.”

Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.

“Kathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"

"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."

You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.

“Anyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."

Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.

“To be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."

“You—" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"

Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.

This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.

“Don't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.

Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.

As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?

"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.

You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.

His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.

"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."

You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.

"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"

You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.

As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."

"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.

The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.

"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.

"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"

"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"

Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.

"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.

"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."

"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.

"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"

Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."

"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentl—"

"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."

Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."

You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"

His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"

"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.

"I'm sorry, __. I am."

You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?

"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."

You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.

a/n: A much-needed confrontation between oc and jk eh? But... *laughs evilly*..this is not the end...LMK what you think! 🤔🤍

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smoochkooks · 9 months

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—chapter nineteen: illicit affairs

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, smut word count: 1.6k words summary: it dies a million little times...

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Five months later

There is a park nearby your apartment, sandwiched between the residential buildings. It has been here way before some chaebol had decided to buy this land and transform it to yet another wealthy neighborhood in downtown Gangnam. It looks almost surreal – tracts of green among concrete. There’s not many people here today. It feels like a scene from a movie: remote, run-down bench by the pond standing directly underneath the only magnolia tree in the park, and the girl sitting on it with an unreadable expression. What's going through her mind? What, or who, is she thinking about? She's clutching the phone in her hand in a death grip – the only sign she's feeling any emotion right now. Nightingale sings somewhere in the far distance, the sound breaking the deafening silence. Then, a phone rings. Once, twice, three times.

You pick up.

“I told her.” Jungkook waits a beat and then adds, “She wants to speak with you, in private.”

You wonder if he can make out your ragged breath through the speaker. It's the only thing you can hear now, as if the whole world has gone quiet just to listen to your conversation.

“I gave her your number. Is that okay?”

It was all your design to come clean, to free your conscience from the burden that's weighing you both down day by day. You agreed to do this, but he still makes sure if you're ready. A single magnolia petal lands on your thigh. You stare at it, transfixed. He calls your name. So softly, so gently and you break a little.

“Okay.”

The line cuts off. No one says goodbye.

Soojin contacted you soon after that. She sent you a message, asking whether you would have time to meet with her on Friday. She had chosen a coffee shop in SNU’s neighborhood where she had met Jungkook all those years ago. When you googled later the address you found out it's one of those places designed to serve both as a coffee shop and bookshop. How ironic. There's no doubt your book will be sitting on the bestseller shelf, mocking you as your best friend's wife is confronting you.

You arrive almost fifteen minutes earlier. Your heart is beating so fast it's borderline painful, your entire body trembling from anxiety. You don't know exactly how much did Jungkook tell Soojin, so have no idea what to expect from her, which makes you even more uneasy. She has the upper hand here. You notice a stack of ‘An Ode To A Broken Heart’ copies laying on one of the tables and avert your eyes somewhere else.

You try to pass the time by swiping through social media but it's too hard to focus. You keep re-reading sentences because you can't make out what they mean. You've never been good with handling stressful situations, ever since you were a child. You envied kids who didn't worry about tests and exams. Growing older, you managed to control your nerves a little, once you realized you couldn't possibly continue living like this forever. In high school your parents took you to a therapist and that, along with anxiety medication, helped you survive finals and college. However, today you can't help but feel like the girl who couldn't sleep before a math test all over again.

Soojin enters the coffee shop on time. She looks flawlessly, just like during her wedding day. Her silky, black hair is styled in pretty curls and she's wearing light make-up accentuating her features. She’s dressed in a formal attire, a white button-down blouse and beige pants, so she’s probably here on her lunch break. Not much time for a private conversation it is, then.

She orders her coffee to go and looks around. She smiles when she spots you but you can easily tell it’s not sincere, more of a courteous manner. “Hi,” she says and takes a seat in front of you. “Have you ordered something yet? They have amazing lemon tarts here.”

“I’m fine with just coffee.”

“I’d love to eat something sweet but I’m currently trying to cut down on sugar, so just coffee for me, too.”

You nod, not knowing how to respond to what she said. It has always been hard for you to talk to her, ever since Jungkook had introduced you two together. She doesn’t really speak down to you but she carries herself with such superiority it’s making you feel self-conscious.

Soojin was born into an upper-middle-class family from Seoul. Her father owns a prospering business, so they’ve never really had to worry about money, as far as you recall what Jungkook had once told you. She used to attend ballet classes but dropped out of dancing school before entering university. That’s probably where her poise comes from. Thinking about it makes you straighten your slouching pose.

“Are you working around here?” you ask, trying to ease yourself into the conversation. She hasn’t moved straight to the point yet, so you’re panicking a little.

“Yeah, the company I work for has office nearby.” Soojin answers courtly. She takes a sip of her coffee and in a flash, the polite tilt of her mouth vanishes. “You know I’m not here to chit-chat with you, though.”

There it is.

“I’m aware.”

“What did Jungkook exactly tell you?”

“That you want to talk.”

Soojin raises a brow. “That’s all?”

“I’m assuming he didn’t want to intervene,” you say. “He only told me you know about the book.”

Or was it the only thing he meant? Did he perhaps tell her about the New Year’s Eve kiss as well?

“Weird situation, isn’t it?” she asks. “I just found out that the book I liked so much is actually about my husband and his childhood best friend. I sympathized with someone who’s been in love with him for twenty years. Can you believe it?”

Irritation laces her voice already but you remain calm. “He didn’t know. If he didn’t read the book, he would have never realize it. Don’t blame him.”

“I’m not blaming him. I actually believe he had no idea about the book. Maybe he did suspect something about your feelings but he decided not to do anything about it. He married me after all, right?” Soojin says. “What bothers me though, is you writing a whole goddamn book about your silly crush.”

You frown. Silly crush? You wouldn’t go to such great lengths if this was just a crush. And Soojin knows it too, she read the book after all. But she’s not here as a reader who enjoyed your work. She’s here as a wife whose husband you’re in love with.

“I published it under a pen name,” you counter. You’re hoping your voice doesn’t tremble too much. Soojin would gladly use your weakness to her advantage. “I changed names, locations. No one beside me and Jungkook would have known it’s about us.”

“What gave you an impression that you could just use someone’s life like that?”

“It was my life too,” you respond firmly. Jungkook was mad at you because you didn’t tell him about your feelings and now Soojin is going to be angry in his stead for writing a book about your relationship with him? “I talked to Jungkook about it after he had found out. I already apologized and he said he doesn’t mind that–“

“Of course he won’t hold a grudge against you. You’re his best friend.” Soojin snorts.

You sigh heavily. This is going nowhere. It’s crystal clear why she wanted to talk to you but for some reason, she won’t say it directly. Maybe it’s a matter of pride for her, or she’s afraid to admit it out loud.

“I’d like to apologize to you too. I’m sorry for using your relationship with Jungkook for my book, however I am not going to apologize for the way I described it. I didn’t write anything malicious or improper about you. I put on paper what I had seen as a mere bystander,” you say. “I know you’re probably worried now that since everything is out in the open that I am going to act out on my feelings but I can assure you it’s not going to happen.”

Soojin chuckles. “Oh, I’m not worried about that.”

Maybe she shouldn’t feel so sure of herself, you think. It’s not your place to tell her about the kiss. If Jungkook chose to lie by omission, that’s on him. You can’t carry the guilt on your own.

“Because you will, from now on, refrain from hanging out with him,” she continues. “You won’t meet up as often as before, you won’t text him about your mundane life, you will contact him only if necessary.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What?” you croak.

“I don’t want you near Jungkook anymore, it’s as simple as that. I don’t trust you.”

She has all the rights to feel displeased. You’re in love with her husband, after all but forbidding you from seeing him? She cannot control your lives like that.

“Does Jungkook know?” you ask.

Soojin’s rose-tinted lips stretch in a smile. “No, he doesn’t know yet because you will be the one to tell him so,” she replies. “You will tell him that you don’t want to be as close to him as before, that you need distance. If he asks to meet and talk, you will ignore him. If he asks about our conversation, you will say that you apologized to me and I decided to move on.”

“And if I don’t?”

Soojin’s expression is almost triumphant. She got what she wanted at last: you, finally out of Jungkook’s reach.

“Then the world will find out who Magnolia May really is and how she seduced her best friend and made him abandon his wife.”

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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how high on the scale is tongue tied mc actually? since it was talked about her getting a new assessment(?)

Namjoon is currently trying to ignore the loud members playing around with you in the practice hall in the background, while he reads over the assessment documents together with Yoongi and Taehyung. "So they really did lie?" Taehyung wonders, and Yoongi shakes his head.

"Not really." He says, and Namjoon nods.

"It's what you see right here, the asterisk next to these Numbers-" He says, showing Taehyung. "You can find the note down here, where it states 'calculated results take untreated neurological damages into account'." He says, and Taehyung nods, before he looks over at where Jin is laughing at Jungkook being held down by Jimin- just to have you jump on his back, trying to push him down too. "She scored really well, actually." Namjoon hums to himself, reading through the more complicated parts with interest.

"Jungkook said he already looked up some good therapists for her." Yoongi says, chuckling when Jin playfully lets himself be knocked down by you, now on the floor as well. "Apparently her doctor said that while she does have irreversible damage visible in scans, there's a very good chance that with some work, she can recover almost entirely."

"You can just re-grow a brain?" Taehyung wonders, and Namjoon laughs.

"No, you actually can't- but the brain is pretty complicated. If one part is damaged, often times another can learn to take over the tasks instead." Namjoon says, before you run over to hide behind Yoongi on the couch he's sitting on, which makes him turn and pull you down over his lap, giving a clear reaction to you. It's not aggressive or anything, and neither is he mad- it's just a reminder of your place in the pack, so to say.

Which is something that has changed as well.

It's not just fans that noticed how light the air between the members seems again, but everyone around them. And that's because almost all of them- to varying degrees- have slowly started to embrace their own hybrid sides again, forming an actual pack again, you included. And while as of now, you're only romantically intimate with Jungkook- it's clear to everyone that you've become pretty close to Jimin and Jin as well, making it only a matter of time until something was to happen.

And with your new documents now on the table, everyone feels a bit lighter thinking about it.

The '2.8' score making it clear that you do, in fact, very much know what you're doing, and that you're in no way a category five in need of a constant helping hand, unable to make decisions.

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borathae · 2 years

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“Having to watch Jungkook chat with his ex the entire day has left you with a nasty itch of jealousy. There was only one way to get rid of it again. You have to show him that he was yours and only yours.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, slight hard Dom!Reader, mommy kink, jealousy sex, rough pegging, sex against a wall, multiple positions, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), use of multiple dildos cause he deserves it, prostate milking, ass spanking, face slapping, choking, reverse strength kink, dirty talk, Kook is trying to stay quiet but she isn’t having it, also he wears one of her jumpers & looks really cute in it, possessiveness, loving aftercare & communication

Wordcount: 4.2k

a/n: I wrote this lil story within two hours hahahah I was completely feral for the idea of Koo wearing her hoodie and trying to muffle his noises with his sweaterpaws while she is trying to make him be loud. Also, I am saying this once again, just as I say about every pegging drabble I write for this couple, this is my fave omfg it’s so hot hafdshf 🥵💗

You were never a jealous person, neither an over-possessive one. That changed when you met Jungkook. Now you find yourself eyeing certain girls with jealous eyes and every now and then you catch yourself draping a protective arm around his waist. Your therapist says that a certain level of possessiveness was normal, as long as you don’t let it consume you.

Well, it has consumed you. It has eaten you whole and swallowed you without chewing. You are in its dark belly with no way to escape.

It wasn’t like this yesterday. It started today and there was one simple reason for it.

The company Jungkook and you spent your day with.

It was quite the long story on how you got into the situation where you currently find yourself in. Jungkook called it a "leisurely millionaire meet-up". Basically it was a small clique of rich couples all around the age of you and Jungkook. Jiwoo and Yoongi were here. Kim Seokjin and his wife were here. His brothers were here too. Kim Namjoon with his new wife. And Kim Taehyung with his wife. Yes, that wife. The woman who broke up with Jungkook years ago and who he calls Noona. There were three other couples too, but those weren’t of importance in this story.

Fact was however, that Yoongi and Jiwoo invited all of you to a nice weekend in their countryside mansion and you had to spend the entire day watching Jungkook chat with that woman (he chatted with other people too, but again, they weren’t important right now).

And it leaves you literally choking on jealousy.

"Fucking take it", you growl into his ear, slamming your hips into him.

Jungkook whimpers, clasping your shoulders with his nimble fingers while his body is trembling out of control. He can barely handle the fuck and yet he knows that complaining is fruitless right now. You were hellbound on ruining his taste for any other person ever.

"Yeah, fucking whimper for me, Bunny. Fucking whimper", you order, drilling your thick strap into him with such force that he can’t help but do.

Jungkook is panting, slipping, grasping you for dear life. He has no idea why you fuck him that hard, but he is not going to complain. He wanted you ever since he set foot into this mansion.

It is way into the night by now. The house is sleeping, but not you and your boyfriend. You are awake, fucking against the wall and trying not to wake the others. At least that is what Jungkook was trying to do. You were very much trying to force sounds out of him.

That is also why you picked out the wall you are currently fucking him against. You want his sounds to soak through its plaster and enter the room next door, because right behind that wall that woman was slumbering with her husband. And you wanted her to hear who fucks Jungkook so good.

"Ah", he lets out, throwing his hand over his mouth to muffle himself. His teary eyes lock with yours, his knees buckle when he sees just how crazy you look right now.

"Why are you muffling yourself? Put that hand away, will you?" you almost barked the order, punishing his gaping hole with harsh thrusts.

Jungkook squeezes his own face, eyes widening in surprise before his eyelids flutter in bliss.

"I said. Put. It. Away", you growl, stepping closer just to fuck him deeper.

You have one of his legs in a tight grasp, forcing it to wrap itself around your hips. His other leg was shaking in both pleasure and exhaustion. His back was grinding against the wall, his ass hit it in rhythmic thuds each time you thrust into him.

The position is tiring for both of you and yet you fucking love it. You love it because Jungkook looks so fucking submissive in it.

Your sweet man, shaking and trembling as you show him just how much you own him.

Jungkook grasps the back of your neck with both hands, his nails dig into your skin but you barely feel it. All you feel is Jungkook’s burning up body trembling in your hold.

"Mommy", he chokes out and gives you the cutest face of devastation ever, "please slow d-down."

"Slow down?" you laugh in judgement, "why? Can’t fucking stay quiet mhm?"

Jungkook nods his head vigorously.

"Good", you growl and make his hole swallow your big cock.

Jungkook opens his mouth and makes a sound. He holds back, you know that he does. The sweet bunny still wants to be respectful, he still wants to be secretive. Not with you.

"Louder", you order, wrapping your hand around his throat to squeeze down on his veins.

"Holy fuck, mommy", Jungkook croaks, grasping your hand with his shaky fingers. He doesn’t tug it away, but he still fucking loves to pretend that he is fighting you off. It makes you squeeze down just that much harder and makes his head feel just that much dizzier.

You squeeze down, fuck him hard, force his body to hit the wall. Jungkook moans, gasps then bites down on his lower lip.

"Stop holding back", you carry anger in your voice. The kind of anger which makes Jungkook little sex brain scramble even more. He seriously has no idea what he did to get you into this state today, but holy fuck he feels fucking eternal because of it. He knew that something was in the air the moment you and him went to your room for the night. You had that aura surrounding you. The kind of aura you sometimes get when you are ready to fight the world for him. You jokingly call it your past shining through, Jungkook secretly calls it his biggest damnation. It continued when you pushed him against the bedroom door, looked him straight in the eyes and told him "I want you fucking cleaned out and plugged up, no questions asked."

Jungkook obeyed, no questions asked. And twenty minutes later he had you playing with his ass until he could barely handle it. Another twenty minutes later and he was on your strap, taking it right against the wall and with only half of his clothes off. His hoodie he still had on. It wasn’t actually his hoodie, but one of yours. Oversized even on him, pink and incredibly soft. You brought it with you as your sleeping dress, but then gave it to Jungkook when he got cold during dinner. Jungkook had it off once, but you ordered him to put it back on, no questions asked. And so Jungkook did, no questions asked.

Truth was, you fucking love seeing him in your hoodie. He looks fucking incredible in it. Like a collar marks a dog or ear tags brand cattle, your hoodie labels Jungkook as yours. And that's what he was. Yours. He was fucking yours.

"Please mommy please", Jungkook squeaks out, eyes squeezed shut.

"Please what?" you taunt, tilting his head back just so you can watch how his throat moves under your hand.

"S-slow please."

"No, that’s what you deserve tonight. You don’t deserve a slow fuck."

"But w-why?" Jungkook is so close to sobbing because being quiet is so incredibly difficult. He just wants to scream. At home he could. If you and him were at home right now, Jungkook would turn his throat sore from all the screaming he would do. You feel so fucking good. Your hand around his throat, your strong hold, your strap up his sensitive ass, your hot breath on his skin. Everything feels so good and he just wants to scream.

"Why?" you squeeze down harder, "I told you. No questions asked."

Jungkook sobs, twisting your hair in desperation.

"I don’t get it, I don’t get it, I don’t- ah."

"Yes Bunny yes, moan for me. Do it again. Do it", you order and drill it right out of him with punishing thrusts.

Not for long. Two moans he allows to slip past his lips and then his hand falls over his mouth again. He muffles his moan in his sweater paw, looking beyond adorable doing it, but this also goes against what you want tonight.

You abandon his throat just to rip his hand away instead.

"Hands. Off", you bark, making Jungkook look genuinely flabbergasted for a quick second, "now fucking reach down there and jerk off your pretty cock. Do it now."

"But Mommy that, that will m-make me cum", Jungkook whines, trembling uncontrollably.

"I know", you say and give him a smile so maniac Jungkook finds himself gulping in nervousness, "oh I fucking know. I want you to. You perfect, little babyboy are supposed to cum for me."

"Okay Mommy", he whispers, voice quivering in the good kind of fear. With shaking fingers Jungkook reaches down and wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock. The touch burns like fire, making the task of staying quiet almost impossible.

"Mommy", he whines, grinding his teeth and tilting his head back.

Your eyes flit between his face and his cock. Your grip around his thigh tightens. Your thrusts become faster.

"More. Faster."

Jungkook obeys with a whimper of your name. His cock has been leaking milky goodness ever since you began pounding him against the wall. It is now covering his fingers and parts of your hoodie sleeve.

"Mommy please", he croaks and squeaks.

"Take it. Fucking take it", you growl, stepping closer so your lips would brush his', "let me taste your fucking moans, Bunny."

"Mommy, I’m cumming", Jungkook mewls, shedding tears of utter desperation.

"Then do it, don’t tell me, just do it", you rasp, voice dark in both arousal and crazed anger.

And Jungkook breaks. He fucking breaks in your hold as if his body has been made solely to orgasm for you. His cock shoots his cum up his stomach, ruining your hoodie. His hole pulsates and convulses around your strap, his knees are buckling. And yet he stays quiet. His mouth is agape, but he stays quiet. This disobedient boy stays silent. And it infuriates you. It drives you fucking mad.

And so you sweep him off his feet once his high has died down. Jungkook is too far gone to really register what was happening until he is back down on the mattress and has you on top of him with his legs spread out and thrown right over your shoulders. Yes, you truly have no fucking mercy in you, just as you spread new lube on your strap and stuffed his hole with it as well, you thrust into him again. No break, just instant bottoming out and then harsh, punishing thrusts.

"Ah!"

Just one loud sound he lets out and then he throws his hands over his face. He sobs right into his sweater paws, cursing his ass for being so goddamn fucking sensitive. If it wasn’t that sensitive, if he wasn’t that into getting fucked, staying quiet would be easier too.

"Can you feel that? Can you feel how I'm fucking you open again?" you taunt, digging your nails into his thighs just as you dig your cock into his greedy ass. Deep and without mercy. Jungkook will not only carry your nail marks all over his legs for the days to come but he will have a hard time sitting as well.

Good.

You want him sore and marked up. He is yours and he shouldn’t fucking forget ever again.

"Yeah you feel it and you fucking love it, don’t you?" you pant, watching his cum covered cock leak and throb. He is still so fucking hard. Of course he is, because you fuck him. You make him feel that fucking good.

"Love it, I love it", his voice is muffled by your hoodie.

"Speak up", you spit and grab his hands just to pin them above his head.

Like this his legs bend more, getting pressed into his chest. Like this your cock is stretching him out in a completely new angle and Jungkook is reminded just how fucking big you actually are.

"I love it. Mommy is so big", he pants and sobs softly.

"Yeah? I'm big?" you laugh, it sounds crazy again, "I know I am. It’s what my Bunny deserves. You deserve only the biggest and girthiest and longest cock tonight", you growl, showing him just how he deserves it with skillful movements.

Jungkook squirms, gasping for fucking air. His fingers lock with each other automatically. His back arches, forcing his legs to slip further over your shoulders and for your strap to go deeper.

"Oh", his eyes widen, "deep."

"There we go. Yes", you encourage him by grabbing his hips and pinning them down in the current situation.

"Please, please, please slow. Please", Jungkook begs fruitlessly.

You just speed up more, give him harder thrusts, make his legs tremble and his body squirm in electrifying pleasure.

"Ah! Oh no", he covers his burning up face again, "nononono please Mommy, please I wanna make sounds."

"Then do. Make sounds", you order, soaking up his desperation like a hungry succubus. It fucking fuels you.

"No, I can’t. I can’t", Jungkook stutters, rubbing his sweater paws over his face in desperation.

"Why not? It’s what Mommy fucking wants."

"The others, please I'm gonna wake them."

"Oh I know."

"What?" Jungkook looks at you with soul crushing shock in his teary eyes. You want him to wake them?

Your lips curl into a menacing smile, your eyes darken dangerously.

Holy fuck, you do. Jungkook feels like passing out at the realisation.

"Wake the others", your voice doesn’t even sound human by now.

And Jungkook finds himself crying.

"Mommy please", he begs, squirming on your strap while hiding his face behind his hands again.

You act quickly. You pin them above his head and land a sharp slap on his cheek. Then you grab him by his chin, pinning him down with a strong grip. Jungkook looks completely out of it for a good second before peeling his eyes open to stare at you in utter surprise.

"Stop covering your face. I wanna hear you", you whisper the words, but Jungkook could taste the danger in them.

His cheek was burning, his eyes were burning too. Quite frankly every fibre of his body was burning. You are seriously making him feel as if he was on fire.

"Mommy slapped me", he squeaks out.

"Yes bunnybaby, it’s what you deserve for disobeying me", you whisper, giving his chin a warning squeeze.

Jungkook's lower lip trembles.

"I'm cumming again", he presses out and then sobs.

"Well then do it, will you?" you order and slap his face again.

Jungkook needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. He feels the burn everywhere. Every fibre of his being is finally going up in scorching flames. And he moans. He finally fucking moans because he seriously couldn’t hold back anymore. The type of fuck you are giving him and the type of orgasm which results because of it? It is the type of fuck which makes moaning his last resort at staying human.

You let him tremble until he got rid of his last shake and then you pull out of him. You drop his legs and grab his face by his chin, forcing his eyes to open. Your grip is softer than before, filled with love.

"Colour?"

"Green", Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open, breathing heavily, but the word was as clear as day.

"Good, cause I'm not fucking done with you", you spit and then lift his limp body.

You shift and force and push it into the position you want it in. Hands on the edge of the headboard, knees hips wide apart and back arched. Like this his round bubble butt is on perfect display, currently leaking lube and looking oh so empty. You change straps for the next round. You’re monitoring his body enough to know he needed a smaller strap. Smaller, but all the more veiny.

"Look at you", you spank his ass harshly.

Jungkook gasps and arches his back. The spank was loud, you made it sound that way on purpose. Now that you were closer to the walls again, you wanted the fucking to be as loud as possible.

"Fucking perfect", you praise and then feed his pink hole your veiny strap.

"Hmpf", Jungkook huffs out air, clearly trying to stay quiet again.

"Louder, show me how well I feed you", you order and spank his ass.

"Ah-ah", Jungkook lets out shyly. He seriously looks so fucking cute right now. With your pink hoodie hugging his torso and his hands covered in his sweater paws. His thighs were oh so tense, reddened from arousal and covered in your marks. And his ass. Seriously, you are obsessed with how it looks in this position. Round and so perfectly toned, skin red and pink and greedy hole stretching all around your veiny shaft.

"Fuck Bunny, you are made to take my strap doggy", you say, "you hear me? You’re fucking made for it."

“Made for it…” Jungkook answers you by moaning softly. You want more. You put more strength into your thrusts, forcing his sensitive rim to grind against the thick veins and for his legs to shake.

Jungkook drops his head, almost breaking the wood with his fingernails.

"Ah, ah, oh god, ah", his voice is still quiet, but at least he isn’t holding back anymore.

"There we go, moan for me. Fucking moan for me", you encourage him, giving him a spank as a reward.

Jungkook gasps and flinches, burying his face in the pillows. His hands stay grasping the edge of the headboard.

"You look so fucking good like this. Do I fuck you well, Bunny?"

"Yes, so good. Yes", he mewls.

"I can fuck you even better", you growl and then finally put vigour into your thrusts. This is it. The harsh, rough, merciless fuck of before. It makes Jungkook scream into the pillow because you have brought his body into a state of such sensitivity that he has to scream. It also makes the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and it leaves you feeling fucking high.

"Yes Jungkook, yes. Holy fuck yes", you moan, making the thumping off the bed sound oh so loud. That’s right. That’s how it sounds when you fuck your Jungkookie. That's how he gets treated by you. That’s it.

"Hear it, fucking hear it", you pant, throwing your head back, "fucking hear it."

"He-hear w-what?" Jungkook stutters, barely keeping the position.

"How I fuck you", you answer him and then reach for his cock.

"Holy f-" Jungkook bites the pillows, fingers slipping from the headboard to hit it instead. Nothing else could help right now. He wants to fucking burst. He is aware that you changed straps and his rim is so fucking sensitive from all the fucking you have been doing that he is pretty sure that he can actually cum just from that. He has no idea if such an orgasm was even possible, but he knew that he was dangerously close to one.

He grunts into the pillow, wheezes for air through his nose, grunts and moans and grunts again.

"Wanna cum for me again?"

He nods his head.

"Then say my fucking name."

Jungkook lets go of the pillow and turns his head to the side.

"___", he forces out.

"Yes, oh Bunny", you tremble, "now fucking scream it", you bark and strike him right across his ass.

And Jungkook does. Despite all the effort to stay quiet, he fucking screams your name as his orgasm washes over him. And you climax right with him. Just from the thought of being Jungkook's and Jungkook being yours was enough to make you crumble.

Your hips stutter, you wheeze for air. Jungkook drops, forcing your strap to slip free.

"Fuck", you press out.

"Yeah", Jungkook whispers, feeling entirely numb but oh so happy.

"How are you doing?"

"Completely fucked. Holy fuck, that was incredible. Thank you so much", he lulls.

"Fuck, Bunny…"

You feel your body draw closer to him. You just want to hold him, hug him, kiss him. And you do. You flip him over and scoop him up in your arms, littering his face with your kisses and making him giggle in the process.

"Mommy, that feels so good."

"Oh my sweet Bunny, my sweet Kookie, my Jungkookie", you press out and close your eyes. You force him closer with a hand on the back of his head, inhaling his scent shakily.

Jungkook opens his eyes. He opens them because he felt the distinct burn of tears hitting his face and he was correct.

"___, are you crying?" he gasps.

"I guess", you say, laughing painfully.

"Why? What's wrong? Is this domdrop?"

You shake your head but shrug your shoulders.

"I don’t know", you press out, sniffling as you draw closer to rest your lips against his temple, "I'm just, fuck."

"You weren’t too rough. Please don’t feel guilty. I honestly loved everything you did."

"Good, that's good", you say, taking deep breaths afterwards, "holy fuck Kook, I’m seriously...fuck."

You hug him to your chest, making sure that he stays. And Jungkook stays. He sits up and wraps his arms around you as well. So now you are sitting on bed, hugging and holding the other close and it feels healing to experience.

You weren’t a jealous person, neither a possessive one, so having felt so consumed by such emotions for hours has left you oh so entirely drained. Especially now when you have fucked him the way you wanted to fuck him, especially now when you and him are so fulfilled by your high, you realise just how emotionally exhausted all the jealousy has gotten you.

"Jungkook, I have to talk to you."

"Okay, talk to me."

You keep hugging as you talk.

"I didn’t just fuck you like that because I was horny."

"I kinda got the feeling that there was more behind it. Did I anger you?"

"No my love, you didn’t", you give him a reassuring squeeze, "Jungkook I...I'm-" you have to take a deep breath "I was really jealous today."

"Jealous?" Jungkook gasps, lifting his head, "jealous of what?"

"Of, you know", you point at the wall.

"The wall? Oh no wait, sex dumb moment."

He makes you chuckle.

"You mean her?" he whispers the question, widening his eyes in surprise.

You nod your head, lowering it in shame afterwards.

"Why?" he asks the question to understand you better, not to question your feelings.

"I don’t know. It’s just weird to hang out with them. And then you chatted with her and laughed and all I could imagine was you talking about how awesome your past together was and you wanting it back and shit."

"No, ___, no. We didn’t talk about that at all. The only thing we talked about as far as our past is concerned is just how happy we both are that it turned out the way it is right now. With you and I together and her and Taehyung."

"Okay, that feels good to hear", you say and sigh, "and I guess you calling her noona kinda makes me jealous too."

"Oh ___, please don’t be. I love you so, so much and not for a second I thought of her in a romantic light when I said that name. I'm calling Seokjin hyung's wife noona too and it's the same with her. It’s just because she's older than me and I want to be polite."

"Yes? Really?"

"Yes of course", he goes and smooches your cheek, "you're the only one for me."

"That's really nice to hear. Fuck", you laugh, drying your tears quickly, "I feel like an idiot. I was never that cray cray before."

"It's alright. I hope you don’t feel jealous anymore, because I really don’t want to make you feel that way", he says, petting your cheek lovingly.

"No, just a little embarrassed."

"Don't be. Honestly you can jealous fuck me more often if it’s gonna be like it was tonight."

You laugh, cupping his cheek.

"Okay, I will”, a short moment of contemplation, “that’s not your invitation to go around and purposefully make me jealous though."

He shakes his head vigorously, "of course not. I'd never do that to you."

You smile, caressing his cheek.

"I love you Jungkook."

"I love you too ___."

"Thank you for listening to me."

"Thank you for communicating."

You and him exchange a loving kiss.

“You look so cute in my hoodie by the way, I wanna eat you whole”, you whisper against his lips, making him smile.

“Thank you, I feel really cute in it.”

“You are”, you say, kissing his lips, “you fucking are”, another kiss, “fuck Kook, I seriously”, a long kiss, “fuck.”

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees, knowing exactly what you want to tell him.

You brush his hair out his face, keeping your forehead pressed against his’.

"Should we take a bath together now?" you ask him, "I feel like I've made such a mess of you."

"You did", he grins, "I loved it", then he scoots closer and sits down on your lap.

"What are you doing?" you chuckle.

"Carry me, my legs are jello."

"Kook seriously", you laugh, "I'm strong, but right now my limbs are noodles. I can’t lift you again."

"Please, please, please", Jungkook whines, nuzzling into you so cutely that you can’t help but laugh even louder. And Jungkook giggles right with you.

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 33 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

The doctors' office is a little too cheery for your liking. It's painted in bright sunshine yellows with smiling photos on the wall. Jin had said that his friend specialised in family therapy and so the office would reflect that but he had also assured you that the man had experience in Jungkook's level of anxiety.

The rabbit practically vibrated as he sat next to you. You wish there was more you could do to alleviate his anxiety but holding his hand and gently stroking his hair is all you can provide right now. You are just thankful that is only the two of you in the room. The doctor's secretary had allowed you to wait in the treatment room before the doctor returned from lunch away from other patients waiting for other doctors.

You glance at Jungkook's face, trying to gauge exactly how bad he might be feeling on a scale of hiding under the covers to an actual heart attack. So far he seems to be at the point of his eyes popping out of his skull. You try to pull him more into your lap in the protective way you've seen Namjoon do in the past. He settles a little more into your side but his demeanour doesn’t change. You want to say something soothing but you keep coming up blank."

Just as well, because the door opens and in walks a man can only assume is Jin's therapist friend. He is shorter than you had pictured, with round spectacles and the bald patches that come naturally to some with age.

"Good afternoon both! My name is Doctor Treiver!" he says cheerily "I was awfully surprised when Jin asked me for this favour, I was starting to think the man was never going to find a mate, let alone two."

"Actually there's seven of us, not including Jin so eight I guess." you supply awkwardly.

Jungkook cowers into your side trying to evade the therapist's gaze.

"Ah even better, the doctor deserves an entire family to spoil" The older gentleman smiles fondly. "Anyway enough about him. I assume we are here to talk about you?'

He turns to Jungkook making the rabbit squirm. You try your best to make him face the therapist but it doesn't work he buries his nose in your scent gland and refuses to move away.

The man raises an eyebrow at you but all you can do is shrug apologetically.

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I talk about me for a little while?"

Jungkook still doesn't respond so he forges on. He talks about being a dog hybrid and about his family: how his wife has gone back to school, and his daughters just had a dance recital that he'd been so proud to watch.

He eats up all of the time talking about himself. But miraculously it seems to distract Jungkook. He begins to unfurl, listening to Dr. Triever talk, he still won't offer any conversation of his own but he doesn't have a vice grip on your arm as the session draws to a close. He almost looks disappointed as the doctor winds to a close.

“Unfortunately that’s all the time we have, my next patient will be here shortly so we will perhaps have to take a rain check on me getting to know about you Jungkook. Jin has booked this session for you for the next few weeks, would you like to keep it?”

Jungkook nods slightly and Dr. Treiver smiles and claps his hands.

“Wonderful, that’s settled then, I’ll see you next week!”

The elder man rises and shows the two of you to the door. Jungkook’s arm wraps fully around yours again as he nervously makes his way through the full waiting room. Only when you are back at the car, does the colour start to reflood his cheeks.

“Do you want to drive?” You ask him as you approach.

“No.” He manages to squeak out.

You open the passenger door for him and run around to the driver's side.

“Are you hungry?” You ask

“Yoongi left us some snacks,” He responds.

“And Jin left us his credit card for your treat. How about you and I hook a laptop up to the big screen and start shopping for everything we need for the new rooms?”

He looks excited at the prospect and now you’re alone, his sunshiny attitude has returned and he babbles on about trinkets he wants to buy for himself and the others. It’s clear he has been thinking about this the most out of all of you since the house upgrades had been suggested. Considering you had all assumed he would be taking it the hardest you were all rather surprised by this outcome, but then he had only really spent ten months in the original hovel, and he was now being offered his wildest dreams (or his most reasonable dreams if Namjoon had a say).

You want to ask him how he is feeling following the appointment but you hold your tongue, thinking it might be better saved for a family meeting later this evening so he doesn’t have to rehash his feelings on more than one occasion.

As soon as you walk into the apartment Jungkook bounces into the kitchen and gathers his favourites of the snacks Yoongi left behind. In the meanwhile, you rummage through the drawers for a HDMI cable.

You play through Amazon listings like Tinder, adding yes’ to the basket and judging the hell out of the no’s. You find yourselves looking through more and more bizarre furniture listings until you stumble across tables with animal legs and chairs that look more like avant-garde art pieces.

Namjoon comes home early and crashes into the bed next to you. He seems less than impressed that you are adding so many things that he cannot buy you into the basket but Jungkook knows the right things to search to have him join in your little game. The rabbit puts the ugliest typewriter he can find on the screen making Namjoon physically retch. It has Namjoon snatching the keyboard away from him and you launching to get it back.

Namjoon catches you easily, keeping the keyboard far out of your reach.

“That thing is a crime against reality! You’ve both just lost your keyboard privileges,” he says.

He places the electronic on to the sofa and then readjusts you into his lap properly.

“We are just putting things in the basket, right? You’re not actually buying anything?” Namjoon asks timidly.

“We haven’t bought anything yet no… only because we thought getting things delivered here would cause logistical issues,” you shrug.

“Then I guess I can play…” Namjoon confirms.

He places the keyboard back into your lap and wraps his arms around you so he can type. Jungkook cuddles up to Namjoon’s arm and your game continues. Namjoon’s mind is much more creative than yours and Jungkook’s had been. He enters things you would’ve never thought of pulling up bizarre appliances and inventive contraptions, he also finds some rather concerning yet arousing intimate apparatus that has you blushing and hiding your face, even though the thought is intriguing. Apparently, Jungkook feels the same way as you hear a whine involuntarily escape his throat.

You are interrupted from going any further as the door slams open and Jimin and Yoongi walk through. You haven’t realised how late it had gotten.

The pair join you in your little game until Jin comes home. You had wanted to wait for Taehyung before you ate dinner, but he rang and told you he wouldn’t be able to leave his family estate until very late today. So you all eat without him, leaving a plate of leftovers in the fridge with a note for him.

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Taehyung pov

Returning had become a tedious exercise long before Taehyung had met the pack, now it was practically unbearable. Unfortunately, as the tax year came to a close, his parents' businesses required more attention, and by extension more appearances of their eldest son.

They had been disappointed with him for a while now. A series of tawdry flings and a couple of minor arrests in his late teens had really made them lose faith in him. No one could blame him for the way he acted, there was always just so much… pressure. And having skipped out the night before in favour of watching you and Jungkook had done nothing to enamour him to them right now.

“You waste so much of your potential Taehyung,” His father sighs dejectedly.

“You knew last night was important, why weren’t you here?” His mother implores

Taehyung doesn’t know how to answer exactly… He hasn’t exactly mentioned the pack to his family. They wouldn’t approve of him partnering with someone they deemed to be in a lower economic class. He explained his absence from the family home with a selection of trips, flings, and slumber parties to try and offset the amount of time he was spending away. He was sure they had their suspicions, after all, he always returned reeking of specific scents. The knowing glances his sister kept shooting him confirmed that he wasn’t being as subtle as he had hoped.

He had rather hoped to find a time to introduce them to just Jin to start with, sure they would accept a doctor as his partner. Although it kills him to think they may never meet you or Jimin or anyone else, not as his mates anyway. He can’t risk losing his trust fund by pissing his family off too much though, he needed it to support all of you.

“Ah Eomma, I told you, I was at a friend's and had car trouble. I promise it won’t happen again,” he replied.

“It better not young man, you know this is an important time for our company. You need to be seen at all events.” His father said sternly.

They sit through an incredibly awkward family meal of food that is far too fancy and nowhere near filling as Taehyung’s father explains each of their roles in the coming weeks. As per usual, Taehyung is to be seen and not heard. It is all pretty standard, His family have given them the same role since it became clear he was probably not going to be the head of the entire business (They only gave him the visa business as it was their least lucrative asset)

However, at the usual end of his father’s speech, he pauses and looks at Taehyung directly.

“You’re not going to like this part Taehyung-ah, but it’s time,”

“Time for what?” Taehyung asked, suspicion peaked.

His parents look at each other, a silent conversation passing between them until his mother nods.

“Time for you to marry,” His mother continues

Taehyung sits there with his mouth agape like a goldfish. His siblings shuffle uncomfortably on either side but he can’t work out if it’s a sign of surprise or guilt.

“We have spoken with the Hirely family and we believe their second daughter would be an advantageous match for you.

The Hirely’s are a family that owns a lot of businesses in similar facets to the Kim’s.

“That’s absurd. You cannot expect me in this day and age to agree to this!” Taehyung shouts.

He slams his hands on the table as he stands in indignation.

“Sit back down Taehyung!” His father shouts. “Their second daughter is a perfectly acceptable young woman and it is time for you to stop with this behaviour of yours. If you do not accept, we will be forced to exclude you from the business,”

“Look, Taehyung, we didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left us with no choice. Your reputation reflects poorly on our family dear. We really do believe this is for the best,” His mother has the gall to look guilty about the situation.

The room is silent. Taehyung grips the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. He is left with very few choices. He can go through with the engagement, he can come clean and become immediately disowned, he could accept the engagement and hope to convince her to call it off, or he can bargain. He makes his excuses and leaves the house trying to think of his exit strategy.

The obvious choice is to turn them down flat, but then he wouldn’t be able to help provide for the new lifestyle you had all been getting so excited over. Then introducing his family to just Jin would be potentially messy, the entire pack would need to know the situation and he would have to expose how… old fashioned his family were. Going ahead with it to try and get her to call it off was even riskier, he had no idea what was at stake for his supposed bride.

By the time he returns to Jin’s flat everyone is asleep, he tiptoes passed the three of you in the living room and into the kitchen for a drink but when he opens the fridge, he finds the leftovers with Jimin’s note attached.

Taehyung-ie we missed you Yeobo, eat well and sleep well, Love.

He smiles and kisses the note before slipping it into his pocket and scarfing down the leftovers. He sits at the breakfast bar and watches you, Jimin, and Jungkook as you sleep. He watches as you and Jungkook cocoon Jimin in between you, nuzzling into his scent markers and making him whimper a little in his dreams. He knows right then that giving in to his parents is not an option.

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The next few days continue similarly for you and Jungkook. You grow bored of looking for new furniture that you can’t have yet and move on to paint swatches. But there is only so much you can do without a wall to paint.

Next, the pair of you try baking, but it only takes Jin seeing the state of his kitchen after an all-night shift to put a stop to that (Jungkook had never used a blender that was able to start without its lid before, how was he supposed to know it would spray that high…

You suggest gaming but Jungkook had only bought his switch without the tv dock so you have to pass the console back and forth.

You had never realised how tiring it was to think of things to fill your day. Even at your parent's home you had managed to find things to do like study or clean or read. But Jin’s place was spotless (save the batter on the ceiling) and his books were largely medical journals that were far too wordy.

You contemplate asking Tae if you can go back to work for a few days a week, but he always comes home so late and seems so busy at the moment that you never get the chance.

Eventually, you and Jungkook settle into a routine of TV and napping, and maybe a little fooling around in the process. The others all shake their heads as they walk in after work and see the two of you curled up together yet again.

Before you know it the week rolls around again and it’s time for Jungkook’s second therapy session.

______

Jungkook still attaches himself to you with a vicelike grip as you walk into the doctor’s office. This time dr Treiver is already waiting for the two of you, large grin in place as he says his hellos.

Jungkook manages to squeak an introduction this time and you find yourself exceedingly proud of him. He doesn’t manage too much more, although he occasionally nods to the doctor’s questions. Dr Treiver writes some notes on an iPad about the limited motions Jungkook provides.

“I’m glad you’re feeling more open this time Jungkook, I know this isn’t easy for you. I hope we can build a much more successful relationship over time. For now, though would it make you feel better if I also asked Y/N some questions,”

The rabbit looks at you uncertainly but you nod and put him at ease. If it will help him, you don’t mind.

The doctor doesn’t really ask you anything of interest, he mostly just asks for surface-level information, things similar to what he spoke about the week before. You tell him a little about your parents and your husband, nothing you haven’t told the pack before. Then you tell him a little about your life now. It makes you blush talking about how happy you’ve been. Jungkook smiles wide and his grip relaxes as he listens to you.

Once again the session comes to an end without Jungkook having said a word. He is however sitting independently now, having shuffled away a tiny bit so he could look at you better while you spoke. You noticed that the doctor wasn’t paying particular attention to you anyway, he had been watching Jungkook’s body language the entire time.

You take him to the drive-through for ice cream after this session. He is far less wound up than the last time.

_________________

He finally talks to the doctor in the fourth session. He stammers, he stutters, he fumbles his words. But he talks.

Not about anything in particular, he avoids a lot of questions and mostly focuses on other people. He talks about Namjoon’s new book, Yoongi and Hoseok’s song, Jin being too tired. It sounds like a whole lot of nothing to you, but Dr. Treiver leans in like it’s the most fascinating information in the world. And for all you know about psychology, it might’ve been.

______________

Eight weeks after work began, you are informed that the building work on the outside annexe you had requested has been completed. It’ll be another six or so months until the main house is completed, but Jin’s lease was coming to an end and he hadn’t wanted to renew it for a full year if it wasn’t going to be necessary, hence the addition of what is essentially a granny flat in the yard.

You and Jungkook head out to see it after everyone heads to work. You’ve set up for two large beds and some sofas to be delivered ready for you all to use. Taehyung and Namjoon promised to meet you there later to help move things around. But for now, it was just you, Jungkook, and an empty building waiting to be painted.

The granny flat had four rooms: a bathroom, two bedrooms, and open space for a living room with a small kitchen. You had asked for the living room and bathroom to be fully decorated and ready but Jimin had thought it would be more fun if you could put your own spins on the bedrooms and personal spaces. Taehyung and Jin had moaned a little about the manual labour, but Jungkook had puppy dog eyes that no one could refuse so he and Jimin got their ways.

You cart in a selection of paint can swatches and set about pasting them all onto the walls. You start in the first bedroom. Jungkook picks ten colours for himself leaving you with ten more and you both get to work. He starts on the wall facing the window and you start on one with less direct lighting and then you switch.

You stand back and swipe hair out of your face, after finishing 20 foot-by-foot squares.

“I think we might have gotten too many options…” You point out.

Jungkook stands back to admire his work as well.

“I’m not sure we have enough…” Jungkook counters.

“You don’t like any of them?”

“I like all of them, but I’m not sure any of them are right for us,” he shrugs.

“Well this is only our spare rooms, they don’t have to be perfect,” you reason

He whines dejectedly in response and you hold your hands up in surrender.

“How about a combination of these?” You point at your favourite of the cream options and a blue. “Looks kinda like the sky, we could do something with that,”

“Maybe we should have someone paint a mural?” Jungkook suggests.

“Or you could paint one for us,” You say.

Jungkook had a few paintings and supplies he had been working on through the week that had caught your eye, he really came with many surprise talents.

He contemplates the idea for a moment, then his hand flicks up as if mimicking a brush. The only problem is, he is still holding a brush, one loaded with paint.

Paint that is now splattered across your t-shirt... You look at him with mock indignation. He begins to apologise, but before he gets the chance you pick up your brush straight from the tin and splatter blue all down Jungkook’s jeans.

“Hey, mine was an accident!” He pouts

“Mine too,” you shrug teasingly.

He growls, although the sound is rather unthreatening, and closes the gap between you, hugging you close and printing his paint splatter onto you in the process.

You think that might be the end of it until you feel the brush bristles against the fabric on your bum. Jungkook giggles as he draws a pattern, keeping you restrained with one hand.

He lets you go when he is finished and you turn to see the reflection in the window. There is a little bunny emblazoned on the left cheeks of your jeans.

That begins an all-out war. Paint gets poured over heads, and handprints can be found in suspicious places by the time you surrender.

“We should shower,” he says, looking down at himself

“We don’t have any towels,” you point out.

“I don’t mind watching you air dry…”

“Why do I feel like that would lead to something where we might have to shower a second time!”

“I mean we could just do that in the first shower… two birds one stone,” he winks.

“We also don’t have spare clothes,” you reason

“I’ll text Namjoon-ie to bring us some,” he counters.

You can see the horny glint in his eye and know you’re fighting a losing battle, it would be best just to do as he wants. And so you do. He tells Namjoon you need new clothes, and the older man doesn’t even think to ask why, he just lets you know he will be around 45 minutes, an amount of time Jungkook deems as perfect as he takes your hand and escorts you to the new bathroom so you can ‘christen’ the shower together.

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this is us ~ jjk | epilogue

✨ title: this is us | complete (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend’s brother ✨ playlist | ✨if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: hi my TIU darlings. we have finally come to the conclusion of this story. 1.5 years later. it's crazy to think about. anywho, i've done my best to research IVF treatments and outcomes, so don't come for me if something is inaccurate (i tried!!!) ✨ a/n 2: remember we have our little TIU celebration!! which I'll make a post about on Friday, which will include some fun things for you. i hope you'll join in on the fun. lastly, thank you so much to everyone who has followed this little story from the beginning. i owe y'all so much!!

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epilogue ~ us | wc: 5.9k

warnings: minor language, the pacing is fast so bear with me!, mentions of ~ fertility treatments (IVF) + needles + low sp*rm motility, some sad thoughts, a game reference to the tv show (This Is Us--iykyk), note: IVF cycles are typically around 2 months, oc jokes about unaliving jk bc he got her preggo, descriptions of labor (err--if you don't wanna read it, then just skip it??), idk I think that's it in terms of warnings lol--if I miss any, kindly let me know

~ Six Months Later ~

Two percent.

The IVF success rate for women ages 35 to 37, and you were smack dab in the middle. Well, you haven't turned 36 yet.

Your face was buried in your hands as you repeated the number. You sat back, turning to Jungkook. “The success rate is 2%. Two!”

He looked just as disappointed after the two of you spoke to the third fertility specialist within a few months, but Jungkook was always optimistic. “It’s better than zero.”

You groaned, leaning over and burying your face in your hands again. He rubbed in circular motions up and down your back. Your eyes began to well up, tears on the verge of falling.

“I know you’re just trying to make me feel better, but this fucking sucks.” Everywhere you went, the outcome was the same. There was nothing hopeful about the situation.

Jungkook massaged the back of your neck. He muttered softly, ‘Hey.’ He stood, holding your hand, making you stand with him. He pulled you in for a hug. His body warmth radiates as he embraces you. “We’re gonna be part of that 2% success rate.”

You pressed your ear to his chest. His heartbeat is steady. Bum. Bum. It begins to calm your own.

You don’t want to say your thoughts, but your mouth is faster than your brain. “But what if we’re not?” Your heart speeds back up.

Jungkook immediately withdraws from you, grabbing your shoulders and making you square up with him. “Okay—time to play ‘worst case scenario.’ Go.”

The two of you started this little game, taking turns saying all the bad things you’re thinking. With no judgment, no censorship—saying aloud your fears takes away the power they hold, according to your therapist.

“We get pregnant and lose the baby.”

It was a scenario you already had in the past.

“We try all four cycles and don’t get pregnant,” Jungkook says.

“We exhaust every option, spend all our money, go broke, have to move in with Yuna and Namjoon, and still don’t get pregnant.”

Jungkook blinks. There’s no show of emotion on his face. He closes the distance between you, cupping your face. “Or—we keep trying, get pregnant, and have a baby.”

You gaze into those doe eyes you love so much. You couldn’t do this without him and the hope and support he brings. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

The corners of his mouth curved up, “Sorry baby, you can’t get rid of me so easily.”

“Baby?”

“I mean—wifey.”

You chuckled, teasing him at his own game. “Can we go home and veg out?” All you wanted was a bowl of ice cream and your comfort movie.

“You’re not giving up on me, are you?” Jungkook raises his eyebrow.

“Just for tonight, okay?” You give a small smile. “Then tomorrow morning, I’ll put on my brave face.”

“Deal.”

“Hmm, which one do you think Hyunie and Taehyung would like?” You tilted your head, debating between the mylar helium balloons. One said ‘Hello baby’ with zoo animals, and the other said ‘Sweet baby girl.’

Who knew picking out balloons would be so hard?

“I like the ‘Sweet baby girl’ one, and here,” Jungkook points to a cloud-shaped balloon, “Get this one too.”

The two of you walked hand in hand down the hall, ready to greet the happy parents. Hyunie was in early labor for a day and a half before active labor started. She texted, saying it was the longest few days of her life.

“This will be us soon,” Jungkook says before approaching their hospital room.

You flashed a thin smile. “I hope so.”

When you walked in, Hyunie happily ate a jello dessert, and Taehyung was passed out on what looked like an uncomfortable chair. His hand is gripping the bassinet where baby Hani is all bundled up in a swaddle blanket and beanie with a gigantic bow–almost bigger than her.

Hyunie grins when she sees you, and Jungkook brings her index finger to her lips, mouthing ‘shh,’ and points to her sleeping babies.

You walk to Hyunie’s bedside, and Jungkook goes to Taehyung’s.

“Hi, Mama,” you say, leaning to hug her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing much better after this jello–just the energy boost I needed.”

“Aw–good! Now, I will ditch you and steal your baby for a moment.”

Hyunie giggles. “Be my guest!”

You stroll over to Jungkook as he’s standing in front of the bassinet, facing Hani. You wrap your arm around his waist, placing your head against his chest, focusing on his heartbeat.

“She’s so tiny,” he points out.

“Are you going to hold her?”

“What if I break her?”

You pinch his belly. “You’re not going to break her. Just be extra careful and support her neck and body.”

Jungkook didn’t have the luxury of being around when Indie was a baby, but he’ll get some practice in with baby Hani.

He took a deep breath and shook off his nerves. He stepped closer to the bassinet, his left hand cradled underneath Hani’s neck, and then you muttered to take his right hand underneath her bottom. He gently lifts her from the bassinet, trying to shift her head closer into the crook of his arm.

Hani begins to stir and squirm in his arms, but you reassure him that it’ll be okay. “Gently rock her, and she’ll settle.”

“How are you so good at this?” He looks at you before focusing on Hani again.

You giggle. “Well, I have a pretty good record as an Auntie.”

“You’re going to be a great mom,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Me as a dad? That’s a different story.”

“It’ll take practice, Kook. We can’t be so hard on ourselves already.”

“Mm, you’re right.”

Jungkook feels a kick against his leg. It was Taehyung probably having an intense dream.

“I’m up! I didn’t fall asleep!” Taehyung hollers, immediately sitting up.

All of you blink at the newly tired dad and start laughing. This would hopefully be you and Jungkook soon. Tired and delusional with a baby in your arms.

The white walls and tiled floors were becoming familiar to you and Jungkook. You slowly turned to your husband, who was hunched over, holding the bridge of his nose. It was your turn to comfort him.

You focused on the small spider crawling down the wall, sucking in your lips, trying your best not to laugh.

He turned to you, pouting. “Don’t laugh.”

You raised your eyebrows, lips still sucked in, shaking your head. “Do you see me laughing?”

“You’re laughing on the inside. I know it.”

Your hands rubbed his shoulders, rocking him back and forth. “Kook–it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He leaned back, head against the wall. “I was,” he paused, “nervous.”

“Mmhm,” you nodded. “I bet that’s the reason.”

Jungkook groaned, stomping his feet, burying his face in his hands.

On the inside, you were chuckling just a bit. You knew how much he prided himself in how much he could come. He’d always point it out, especially after you two started trying for a baby.

Like how he’d always comfort you, you gave him tickle scratches along his spine, letting him know it’d be okay.

“I’m sure you’re not the only man who has a high sperm count but has low motility.”

He pops back up. “I need to see my little men under a microscope. Whoever the lab tech is must be wrong.”

“Kook—” you stressed. “I did a lot of research, and they say men with high sperm count and low motility can still have kids.”

He lets out a deep breath. “I know. I’m just being a big baby.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to you. “See, I don’t need a baby—I have one right here,” you teased, patting his cheek as he pouted again. “I’m kidding. I want a little human with your eyes and cute nose.” You reached to bite his nose gently, and he chuckled, going for a kiss.

“Worst case scenario?” he asks.

You tilted your head, thinking about the infinite possibilities, but the two of you always came up with the same outcomes. “How about the best-case scenario?”

Jungkook hums.

“We get pregnant and have a baby.”

He perks up. “We have two babies.”

You blink at your starry-eyed hubby, holding out your hand in defense. “Okay–let’s just try to have one first.”

You hissed, closing your eyes when the sharp needle pierced your flesh. Thankfully, it was the last day of injections. Jungkook was always a champ when it came to these shots.

He set the syringe down, grabbing a piece of gauze to apply pressure on the wound. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. This was round two of your IVF cycle. The first cycle was tough–you were mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. Your mood was constantly changing. You were bloated, fatigued—you name it, you had it.

Even Bam could tell something was happening. He was on alert, guarding your every move. He was the spitting personality of Jungkook.

Bam was lying outside the bathroom door, waiting for the two of you to finish. As soon as you walk out, his head perks up, and he stands to his feet, following you to the bed. Jungkook drapes the duvet over you and hands you the TV remote. Bamie looks at you with his doe eyes, practically asking if he could come to snuggle with you.

“Come on,” you say, gesturing for him to get onto the bed, and he does without hesitation. You wouldn’t mind Bamie snuggles today.

Jungkook sits on the bed’s edge. He inches closer, stroking your cheek. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home today?”

You shake your head no. “I’ll be fine. I have Bamie.”

He gives a small smile. “I’ll only be there a couple of hours, then I’ll be back. Call me if you need anything or want me to pick up dinner, okay?”

You hummed, kissing him before turning on the TV. Bamie looks at the two of you, then turns his attention to the screen.

Jungkook stands by the door, saying goodbye. He closes it, his hand lingering on the knob. He wants to stay and snuggle with you and Bam all day, but he also has to network to be a candidate for this new job.

“Okay, Bam. What should we watch?” You look over, and his eyes are already closed, making you chuckle. “Can’t hang, huh, bud?” You ruffle his floppy ears.

You’re unsure what you’re in the mood for.

Thriller/Suspense. Nope.

Romance. Nope.

Action. Maybe.

The trailer started playing for Bullet Train. You’re not a huge fan of Brad Pitt, but you could digest his acting when you felt like it. Sure, why not? There was nothing else to do.

It was strange how you found yourself in Ladybug, Brad Pitt’s character. It’s not like you’re an assassin, but you were privy to misfortunes.

You stopped yourself and shook the notion off. No. This round of IVF was going to work. The trigger shot, the egg retrieval, and the transfer would be successful. Everything will work out. Your fate was not like Ladybug; instead, you’d be lucky.

~ Two Weeks Later ~

As you had anticipated, everything went smoothly with the rest of cycle two. And today was the big day: finding out if it worked.

Unfortunately, the only mishap was that Jungkook’s interview was at the same time as your appointment. He was so close to skipping it, but you threatened him with divorce and no sex if he didn’t go.

You had already come in two days earlier to give a blood sample and were confused about why you had to come in again so suddenly.

Maybe you should take it as a good sign, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for fear that it wouldn’t be a positive outcome—you’d just expect the unexpected. If it happens—great. If it doesn’t, then you’d keep trying.

Two knocks on the door before it became ajar, and your doctor stuck their head in.

“Hello, hello,” they chirped, opening the door wider as they stepped in.

You sat in the chair against the wall, and they rolled out a stool, sitting before you. You’re anxious. You wished they’d spit it out already.

“Let me start with some good news,” they say, and you listen intently. “There is detection of hCG in your body.”

Your eyes scan their face for the bad news.

“And the not-so-bad news is, we’ll need you to come in every day for the next 8-10 days so we can monitor your levels.”

Your mouth is open, but no words or even thoughts are forming. Again, you didn’t want to celebrate too early.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” you ask, twiddling with your thumbs, your heart ready to burst with joy.

The doctor smiles. “It’s a good sign.”

You suck in your lips and suppress a smile. Your skin is warming up, and you only want to call Jungkook and tell him the good news.

But the little voice in your head was like a broken record, ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself.’

“Today, we’ll monitor your levels, and as I said previously, we’d like you to come in every day until we feel like your levels are steady.”

You nodded in agreement.

The real question was, would you tell Jungkook or just wait? He’d want to know, right?

You had gone in every day to test your levels, and each time they increased, your heart would leap when you were given the results.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, weary of your frequent daily outings, but you told him you just needed fresh air and time to yourself, and there was nothing he needed to worry about.

You felt guilty for keeping it from him. He’s your husband, after all. In your mind, it would soften the devastation if this embryo transfer didn’t work. At least you would have had time to process it and then help Jungkook, and then the both of you wouldn’t be a mess simultaneously like the first go-around.

“Congratulations.”

You clutched onto the baby photo album against your chest as you turned around to find a sales clerk. “Oh–um, thank you.”

“Is there anything I can help you find?”

You shook your head no. This was so new that you didn’t know where to begin. “I’m just looking, thank you.”

She smiled warmly. “Well, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask,” she said before walking away.

The only thing you could think of was if Jungkook would be upset at you for waiting so long to tell him.

You took a moment to breathe before entering the apartment. Your hand trembled as you reached for the doorknob. As soon as you open the door, you’re greeted by Bam, who sniffs your bag. You kneeled before him, placing a kiss on his face.

“Where’s Jungkookie?” you whispered, ruffling his ears. Bam licks your face before leading you to him.

He’s sitting on the couch, legs crossed on the coffee table as you sit beside him. You reach over to kiss him.

“Did you have a nice little outing?” he asked, setting the remote down. Bam lays down by both your feet.

You hummed. “I got you a little present.”

His lips thinned, and he narrowed his eyes.

“Just–open it.”

Jungkook removes the tissue paper and takes a photo album with a note attached. “Looks like I’ll get to call you a new name…” he reads confusedly.

At the end of the note is an arrow. He flips open the album to see the word ‘daddy’ written at the top of the page and a black and white ultrasound photo.

“Is this–is this what I think it is?” He slowly turned to you, his eyes glistening.

You nod, suppressing your smile, and a tear runs down your cheek. “We’re pregnant.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and breathes out a deep sigh. “Is this why you’ve been going out so much?”

“Please don’t be mad at me. I just–I didn’t want us to be disappointed again. I wanted us to have a win, and last time was devastating cause I feel like it's always hard to come by wins–well, for me, at least. Then your whole low motility thing made you sad. When they called me to come in again, I didn't want to get my hopes up in case we didn't get pregnant, and then they kept calling me. Of course, I became more hopeful and hated that I was more hopeful, and then I felt guilty for keeping this from you, and now we're pregnant and finally have some space to breathe.”

You finished your rambling and were too busy to notice Jungkook grinning from ear to ear.

“Anything else?”

You shook your head no.

Jungkook holds your hands. "Baby, I'm not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” You thought he’d be furious.

He shook his head, placing his hand on your belly, gently rubbing it. “A little human is growing inside of you.”

You look down, then back up at him. “Wanna see the video?”

Jungkook flashes a smile and nods. You pull out your phone, scrolling to the ultrasound video you recorded. It plays, then zooms into the monitor. The tech points out the moving blob in the corner, and the sound of whooshing and thumping can be heard.

Just as listening to Jungkook’s heartbeat was always reassuring for you, hearing your baby’s heartbeat became another. It was proof that the baby did exist. It’s real. It’s not a figment of your imagination.

The video was on a loop, and you hadn’t realized you were still smiling at the screen. Jungkook holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you turn to him. “We did it.”

You hum. “We did.”

Week 20

(Five Months Pregnant)

To say you haven’t been worried sick since you found out you were pregnant would be a lie. You even bought a fetal monitor and made Jungkook figure out how to use it. You did everything by the book because you didn’t want anything to go wrong.

And searching the internet for what could be wrong with you didn’t help. It gave you more concern than anything.

Today was a big day.

You didn’t know if the flutters in your belly were the baby or because you were nervous. Maybe both.

Jungkook sat beside you on the bed, holding your hand–gripping actually.

You tapped him, telling him to let go.

“Sorry–I’m just nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” you chuckle. “At least you don’t have a full bladder. I hate this part of pregnancy.” Having a full bladder encourages better sound energy, says your internet search, and having a baby in your belly and a pea-sized bladder was a recipe for disaster.

The sonographer comes in and greets you both. She preps you, squeezing the cold gel onto your belly and moving the small electronic device from side to side.

This is the first time Jungkook has seen an ultrasound live. You hold out your hand, and he squeezes it. Both of you are glued to the screen.

“I’m going to do some measurements of the baby, and would you guys like to know the sex of the baby?”

The two of you look at each other and answer simultaneously, “Yes.”

She chuckles lightly, “Noted.”

She continues clicking her mouse, pointing out the features of your baby. “Here’s the baby’s heart.” She moves the device to a different section of your stomach. “Oh—they’re waving. See their little hand?”

You and Jungkook lean forward, squinting at the screen.

“It’s so tiny,” you pout and look at Jungkook.

“And now she has the hiccups. Can you feel it, mama?”

You both turn to each other. “She?”

“Congratulations, you’re having a little girl.”

Jungkook cups your face and kisses you. He pulls away, smiling and giggling. “Oh man—I’m gonna be outnumbered,” he jokes.

“Good—we’ll put you in your place so you can treat us like queens.”

He grins. “Always.”

Week 37

(Nine Months Pregnant)

“Hubby!”

You hear Jungkook yelling, ‘Yeah’ from the other room.

“I can’t reach the remote!” You tried for 5 minutes before calling out to Jungkook.

“Be right there!”

“And bring me pickles!”

Typically, you didn’t care about pickles, but this baby girl wanted pickles, specifically from the jar, during this pregnancy.

“‘Kay!”

A few moments later, Jungkook shows up with a jar of pickles and sets it on the nightstand. “You know you can download the TV app on your phone, so that way, you don’t need the remote.”

“Yeah, but that would require me to reach for my phone too.” Which was right next to the remote.

Jungkook shook his head and chuckled, handing you the remote. “How are my girls doing, hmm?” He plopped on the bed, gently laying his head on your belly.

“I need this baby to come out. I don’t know how much longer I can handle this.”

Everything hurts—your back, your neck, your legs. And not to mention, your feet would swell if you didn’t take a walk around the block with Bam. You couldn’t even sleep on your back anymore, and if you accidentally woke up lying on your back, this humongous basketball stomach would ache like no tomorrow.

“Just a few more weeks, then she’ll be here.”

“Don’t you dare get me pregnant again!” you joked.

Now you understand what Yuna and Hyunie went through. Were you a one-and-done type of person? It sounded reasonable right now.

Jungkook propped himself on his elbows. “And what if our baby girl gets lonely? She’ll need a sibling.”

You grabbed the jar of pickles, attempted to open it, and then gave it to Jungkook to do the honors. “Nope—that’s why we have Bamie. He’s great entertainment for all the kiddos,” you reasoned.

Bam looks up when he hears his name but goes right back to ignoring the two of you.

He chuckled. “We’ll reevaluate once we get this whole parenting thing under wraps.”

You groaned after biting into the crisp and juicy pickle. “Nuh-uh,” you mumbled, wiping the juice down your chin. “Having your baby has limited my food options for nine months—that’s too long for me to go without sushi and cold-cut sandwiches.”

“You don’t even like cold-cut sandwiches.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at your ridiculousness.

“Yeah—but what if I wanted one? Then I don’t have that option, now do I?”

“I love you, you crazy, beautiful woman.”

“I love you too.”

“Tell you what…”

You’re about to grab another pickle from the jar. “Hmm?”

“I’ll sneak in sushi for your first meal after we have the baby.”

Your eyes widened, and you set the jar back down on the nightstand, then turned back to him. “Don’t let your mom find out. She will riot if my first meal isn’t seaweed soup.”

“I’m sure she’ll be distracted by the baby that she won’t even notice.”

“As long as I get sushi, I’ll be happy.”

“Jeon Jungkook—“ You gripped the sleeve of his shirt. “I’m going to kill you for doing this to me.” You’re delusional, and you’ve been in labor for too long.

Everything happened so quickly that you didn’t even have time to process it. Your water didn’t break like it does in TV shows or films. You woke up in the middle of the night with intense cramps, thinking you pulled a muscle. You hadn’t woken up Jungkook in case it was a false alarm, but after timing your contractions on your app—it was ‘go’ time. When you arrived at the hospital, got checked in, and saw the doctor, you were already 7cm dilated, and there wouldn’t be enough time to get an epidural. So—you were doing this au natural.

He gulps. “You got this—I believe in you.”

You sigh, throwing your head back against the pillow. You’ve been pushing for an hour, and nothing has progressed. Everyone keeps telling you, ‘You’re doing great,’ but you don’t feel like it. Your hair is stuck to your face because you’ve been sweating profusely. All those mom influencers you’ve seen on TikTok and Instagram were all liars. How did they look so cute while giving birth?

“Kook—you have to do this for me. You have to push out this baby. I can’t do it.” You don’t even bother to look at him. Instead, you focus on breathing because you can feel another contraction coming.

Jungkook chuckles lightly and stands, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “You know, if I could do it, I would.”

“I know—I’m—I’m so tired.”

He cups your face. “Just focus on me. On our baby girl, and nothing else. Okay? That’s all that matters right now.”

The doctor looks at the monitor. “Okay, are you ready to push again?”

You’re scared–scared you can’t do this.

And you’ve been through a lot of shit in your life, so you thought you’ve always been tough and could handle anything, and at this point, you were testing your limits.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, mentally telling yourself, ‘You got this.’

“Okay, mama. You have to push as hard as you can.”

You can feel the tension building and know it’s time to do your best. Jungkook is helping you hold your leg back while you hold the other. There’s a burning sensation; everything feels so tight as you push.

“You’re doing great, Mom. I can see the baby’s head.”

Jungkook stops to peer at what the doctor’s seeing. He sucks in his lips. He wants to say something but stops himself.

“Come on–keep going. Keep pushing. Her head is almost out.”

You groan loudly and grip your legs as you push with all your might. And finally, there’s some relief in the tension that was building.

“You did it, mom. The head is out.”

Jungkook looks again. “Oh–this is so weird.” He tilts his head. He’s in awe and bemused by everything pregnancy and labor-related.

“Kook–you’re not helping!”

He clears his throat. “I mean, baby–she’s so beautiful.”

“What does she look like?” you ask, resting quickly against the pillow.

“Really red,” he says, “but she has cute, chubby cheeks.”

“She does?”

He nods and looks back at you.

“Alright, mama. The hardest part is getting the shoulders out, but the rest is a breeze once it's out. You got this.”

You sit up again, holding onto your legs. The doctor rechecks the monitor to assess when the next contraction is coming.

“Let’s have this baby,” she says.

Jungkook lets go of your leg to kiss your cheek and reassure you. “I love you.”

You nod, gripping your legs back further into your chest. And when the doctor says, ‘push,’ you hold back a wail, pushing with everything you have.

The doctor encourages you to keep pushing and says how close she is to almost being out. It seems like the longest few minutes of your life, but when you finally hear the small cry of your baby girl, it’s like you find the missing piece of the puzzle, and it fits perfectly into the big picture.

“Do you want to cut the cord?” The doctor asks Jungkook. He nods in response and takes the scissors, cutting the umbilical cord.

Your baby girl is taken by a few nurses to get cleaned up, and Jungkook turns his attention to you.

“I knew you could do it, baby.” He kisses you before attending to a request of one of the nurses.

Honestly, everything was a blur. From the time you began feeling contractions in the middle of the night until now. It didn’t seem real. It’s almost like a dream. But alas, Jungkook places your baby girl into your arms, and all's right with the world.

Her little hands. Her little nose. Those chubby cheeks. Her pouty little lips. She’s perfect.

Everything you could’ve asked for and more.

“Meet Jeon Iseul,” Jungkook says to his mom.

His mom coos at her granddaughter. “Oh, my goodness. Look at how precious she is. I must be the luckiest grandma in the world.”

Jungkook passes Iseul to his mom and cradles her as she walks to your bedside. She leans over. “Psst–I brought some sushi for you.” You smile and hold in a giggle. “But first, seaweed soup, then sushi.”

You nod in agreement.

Your mother-in-law sits in a chair nearby, gazing at her granddaughter. Jungkook sits on the bed as you two watch them.

“Pinch me,” Jungkook says.

And you never miss an opportunity to pinch his nipple. He flinches, muttering an ‘ow.’

“You said to pinch you.”

“Yeah, but not there,” he leans closer, “and not in front of my mom.”

You giggle. “Sorry, I can’t help it. You were asking for it.” You scoot closer to Jungkook, wrapping your arm around him, and he reciprocates. “It feels like it took forever to get here, hmm?”

He hums. “Yeah, but it was worth it, right?” He leans in, kissing your forehead. “And goddamn, baby—”

You perk up in confusion.

“I have so much respect for you.”

“What? Why?”

“You pushed out a 7-pound baby and still look so good after it.”

“Shut up. I look and feel gross. I desperately need to shower.”

“No–this is the look of a woman who can do anything. I’d never want to mess with you,” he teases.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“We’re in this together, right?”

“Forever and ever,” you say.

Throughout the day, you and your little family had visits from friends. Indie and Hani met their newest little best friend and were obsessed with her, wanting to give her hugs and kisses and pretend to play.

After Mama Jeon made sure you drank your seaweed soup, Jungkook said he’d walk her out and made sure she got to her taxi.

There was a moment of stillness. One you didn’t get to have yet with Iseul. You held her in your arms, scanning over her little features again like you had been doing all day. Her little face was crinkling, forming a frown and then a smile. She squirmed as you lightly stroked her cheek.

As you continued to fawn over your little one, you couldn’t help but think about how much you loved her already. You didn’t even know her personality or what kind of person she’d become, but in your heart, you knew that wouldn’t stop you from wanting to give her the world. Give her everything you didn’t have. Protect her at all costs. Shield her as best as possible and give her the resources, love, and advice to grow up to be anything she wants. You’d do anything for her.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your daze. You look up to see the most unexpected person. Someone you hadn’t seen in a few years. Your mother.

She stands at the door, waiting for you to tell her it’s okay to come in, but you don’t say anything. You’re stunned she’s even here. You cradle Iseul closer to you, wanting to protect her with every ounce of your body.

Your mom clears her throat and holds up a bag. “I, um–I brought you some seaweed soup.”

Now, you’re wondering how she even knew. Maybe Jungkook’s mom was still in contact? You know for sure it wasn’t Jungkook.

You’re silent, unable to form any words. What does she even want from you? To be involved with you and your daughter’s life? And now, of all times?

She walks in, setting the bag of food down on a table. She doesn’t come any closer. You can see her eyeing you, then Iseul.

And again, your first instinct is to protect Iseul from any harm.

“I wanted to come here and apologize.” She looks down at her folded hands, then back at you. “I’ll admit that I wasn’t a good mother nor a nice person to you or your father, and I’m not expecting you to let me into your life or your baby’s–”

“That’s not happening–” you stress, cutting her off.

She purses her lips and nods. “Understood.”

“Anything else?”

She shakes her head no. “I wish you, Jungkook, and the baby all the best.”

Your mother leaves quickly without saying anything else. You feel like an absolute ass, but you need to set boundaries for her and yourself. She made her choice not to be in your life. She doesn’t get to choose when she can come and go as she pleases. That’s not how it works.

Iseul begins to stir. You rock and shush her while in your arms. Tears are welling up, threatening to fall.

“Well, you’re not crying alone if your baby is crying too.”

You look up to see Min Yoongi. You wipe away the tears pooling in the corner and sniffle as he approaches you.

Clearing your throat, you ask, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you in the middle of filming?”

He sets a gift bag in an empty chair before returning his attention to you. “I came to visit my girlfriend, then heard from Taehyung and Hyunie that you had your baby.”

You give him a look. “Girlfriend?”

He smiles, scratching his temple. “Yeah–Minji, your friend. We hit it off at your engagement party.”

You suppress your grin. “Well, thank you for stopping by to say hi to us. I’m glad you didn’t forget about me.”

Yoongi laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think I could forget you.”

You scan him from head to toe. He carries himself differently. It was weird to see him happy, but you were glad he found someone who made him radiate golden rays of sunshine instead of his Grumpy Grandpa persona.

“Hey baby–sorry, I got caught up with my mom,” Jungkook says as he enters the room. “Oh–hey, Yoongi.”

Yoongi flashes a thin smile and a slight nod. “Well, that’s my cue.”

“No, no, stay,” Jungkook argues.

“I would, but I have to head out. Congratulations. She’s beautiful,” Yoongi remarks, patting Jungkook on the back before closing the door behind him.

Jungkook sits beside you and Iseul. “Did I miss a lot? I wasn’t gone for that long.”

You chuckle lightly. “You missed my mom too.”

His eyes widen and his mouth is wide open in astonishment. “I–are you okay?”

You shrug. “Yeah–better now that you’re here.”

“She didn’t say anything, did she?”

“We won’t worry about that right now,” you say.

All you wanted to focus on was you, Jungkook, Iseul, and the new chapter you’d all encounter together. You understood that parenthood and motherhood would bring new challenges and new fears, but as long as you and Jungkook fiercely loved one another and continued to fight for each other and protect Iseul, that was enough for you.

Your first morning at home as a family. The sun scantily peeking through the curtains, and the light whistling of snores from Jungkook. And, of course, Iseul, the newest addition, sleeping next to you in a bassinet. Bam is always close by, always on guard, ready to protect all of you, especially Iseul.

You were on your side, gazing at the man you loved.

“You’re staring,” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.

“I’m fondly gazing.”

“It’s creepy,” he teases, peeking an eye open.

“I can leave,” you threaten, shifting out from under the covers, but Jungkook pulls you back against his chest.

"Nuh-uh, you're stuck with me, remember?" He kisses your shoulder.

You turn to lie on your back, staring at the ceiling.

"Everything okay?" Jungkook asks, entwining his hand with yours.

You hum, gazing over at him and Iseul, fast asleep.

It's more than okay.

It's perfect.

This.

You. Him. Iseul. Bam.

Us.

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Call Me Home Part 6

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship, name calling, night terrors, drug use to cause shifting, auctions

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Rushed down the hall and into the den, I am handed a green turtleneck to change into. I can hear Hoseok in the other room talking to the Therapist. My hands are shaking so much that I struggle to take off my current shirt. Jungkook takes the turtleneck out of my hands and gives it to Jimin. He grabs the bottom of the shirt I am wearing and waits for permission to help me. I nod, giving a small yes, before he pulls it off quickly. Jimin instantly puts the turtleneck on me, both of their eyes being respectful and not wandering. Jungkook grabs my hand softly and leads me to the living room where Hoseok is with the laptop. He glances up at me as we enter, smiling softly at my shaking form. He reaches his hand out for me to take, pulling me softly into his side.

"We can stay, if you want, or one of us can. Whatever you need, we are here for." Hoseok speaks to me, his face showing worry.

"Stay, please, I don't want to explain everything all over again. Wanted everyone here, but I guess I will have to explain again anyway." I whisper, feeling Taehyungs emotions weighing me down.

Footsteps coming down the stairs cause me to glance up, seeing the rest of the pack entering, eyes still showing their animals are present. They are dressed and holding Taehyung tightly, who is looking at his feet. He isn't hurt like I expected, just showing freshly bitten mating marks.

"We wouldn't make you go through it more than you needed to, Doe" Yoongi says, letting go of Taehyung and joining my other side.

"Let's begin our first session, now that everyone is present." The woman says through the computer.

"We met in the hospital, I was one of the ones who spoke to you before you left. Do you remember me?" She continues

I nod, feeling a squeeze to my thigh, "I do" I verbalize, earning a small chuff from Yoongi.

"It's good to see you again, how are you feeling?" She begins, asking all of the typical questions to start our session.

The session is going well, mostly a routine check in, until she asks about my home.

"Tell me a little bit about where you are from, where you grew up."

"I don't remember much about my family, I moved when I was young into the ranch." I spoke quietly, feeling the atmosphere changing. Yoongi and Hoseok tensing on either side of me, Taehyung's feeling distracting me as I meet his eyes.

"How old were you?" She pushes, refocusing me.

"8, I think?" I pause, "Maybe 7, the memories all blur together"

"Why did you move so young?" She continues without missing a beat.

"I am rare, small, worth good money" I shrugged, bumping shoulders with Hoseok. "My parents are both deer, so I am a purebreed, and I had the rare trait, it made sense I was the one to leave. We needed the money, my mom was getting older, so I took her place. My siblings had too many mixed genes from the ranch, I wasn't born there, was an accident" I mumbled, leaning into Hoseok's arms.

"And how long did you stay at the ranch"

"Until I was sold permanently" I replied, distantly, feeling my chest start to tighten.

"Tae, switch with me" Hoseok whispered while I was talking. Taehyung moved quick, pulling me into his lap, so softly that I was barely jostled.

"And how old were you then?" She pushed, taking not of the interactions between me and the pack.

"I was at the ranch for 6 years, I fought each client there and they got tired of me. My owner purchased me for cheap, I think, complained how I wasn't even worth what little he gave them for me"

And how long were you with him?"

"Until I ran away, after biting the client and being beaten, i stayed on the streets for a couple of years, trying to remain out of sight."

"And then you entered the program" She concluded

"I did, not really given a choice or much information, just caged and sedated. Shipped off to another country" I confirmed, causing Taehyung to squeeze me tighter and bury his head into my shoulder.

"And your heats?"

"I've never had one, was on medicine, the strong ones so I didn't get pregnant in the ranch or with a client. The took me off a few weeks before I left, hoping it would cause me to accept the clients easier. I just never got it after"

"That could be because your animal was protecting you, or the stress in the situation before you were given suppressants in the program. Would also explain why you were thrown into a false heat" She explained, writing more down.

"How are the nightmares?" She said, causing me to freeze and be thrown back into the memory from last nigh, my breath quickening. I can vaguely feel my name being said, the memory feeling all too real. My face is shoved into Taehyung's neck, the scent and memory mixing into reality. I can feel hands pulling me out of Taehyung's grasp, snarls and growls, before I am laying on my back on the couch, a weight over me. My scent gland exposed, a mouth latching and nipping. A hand hovering my mark from Taehyung, before slowly rubbing over it. My body falls slack, vision returning and finding Yoongi pressing me down, a comforting weight, and lapping at my unmarked gland. I turn slightly, eyes finding Namjoon, who is rubbing over the mark, sending jolts down my body.

"You're safe, here with us" Yoongi murmurs, lifting his head to find my eyes.

"I think it's best for the rest of you to mark her, so her animal feels completed in the den, but nothing else for now. It's too dangerous to trigger a heat, marking her will comfort her animal and help her to be pulled from her nightmares quicker. Slow the episodes down too. She should have been comforted by her first mate, being marked usually soothes my clients. But I have never seen a pack this size with a client. Start slowly, one mark a day until her animal calms down. You'll know when she is ready for more. I would like to see you 3 times a week, and talk about your dreams. Once you are comfortable, until then we can talk about your feeling with your pack." She concludes her session with Jin and Hoseok, while I continue to calm down, sagging in Yoongi's hold. Once the call ends, Taehyung pushes his way on top of me and latches down on my mark, his animal upset they couldn't comfort me. His mouth soothing the sting, his body molding against mine as he tends to the fresh wound. My eyes flutter at the sensations, the calm of the room and the stress from the call pulling me under. The last thing I remember is being lifted and carried, the smell of the den lulling me fully to sleep.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting, I am currently back to work at both jobs and didn't realize how little time I would have, on top of how tiring it is after being on leave for so long

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Seat of Power | jungkook political au 03

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it's their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You've forgotten them while he's doing everything in his power to make it happen again.

chapter summary: You are now starting to remember your past and Jungkook has to take an immediate action to prevent it from happening even if he has to risk your health.

chapter warnings: unethical behavior, bribing, mention of drug names, use of drug, MC is breaking down, manipulation word count: 10.6k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

After Jungkook tucked you in the bed, he immediately stormed out of your room to figure out what just happened. He was trying to process everything and as minutes went by, he started to lose his mind.

'What happened? What did I miss?'

You've mentioned that the local news just appeared on the TV. He knew for sure that it's not you since you still struggle on navigating a technology. He's been thinking if he turned on the local news these past days and that's the only time he realized that he did.

It was 2 days ago while he's with you and you were sleeping.

It's been 2 days ago and you're probably watching the local news for 2 days already without him knowing it. There's a big probability that you've watched news about your father multiple times.

Fuck.

The day that scared him the most has finally come. He isn’t prepared for anything and now, he doesn’t know what to do. He wanted to spoon feed you with all the lies that he can think of but not right now where he doesn’t have anything that you will eventually believe.

Thoughts and uncontrollable possibilities didn’t let him sleep that night. He’s been up all night thinking and planning the next thing he will do and as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you, he must in order to have you with him as long as he wants. He doesn’t want to harm you in any way but right now, he’s fucking desperate.

His life was never happier until you appeared before him. He has already risked everything for you to be with him and he will do whatever it takes to keep you for him.

He can already lose everything except you because without you, he’s nothing.

He knows that he's out of line but he doesn't care anymore as long as you'll never know that.

As long as you're with him.

He called your therapist on the phone to visit the rest house as soon as he saw the sun rise the next day. With the first move that he has to do, it involves millions of money and unethical behavior but that’s the only thing that he can think of just for you to stay.

“But Mr. Jeon, what you want to happen is a dangerous thing. It can harm Y/N mentally and emotionally once—

“Are you going to do what I want or do you want me to remove your license as soon as you leave this house?” Jungkook speaks as he is facing the window watching the view from afar while your therapist is meters away from him looking down on her feet. “My request is easy as pie, Ms. Park. You just have to tell Y/N the things that I wanted her to believe. Plus aren’t you happy? I’m going to give you lots of money for my token of appreciation.” He glanced at the therapist and gave a smile.

Ms. Park's hands were shaking as her lips grew thin. Her eyes scream fear and Jungkook is satisfied with the reaction that he gets from her.

He returned his glance at the office window as he saw you appear in the garden with your nurse and you took a deep breath inhaling the fresh air. He looked at the therapist once again fidgeting her nails before he smirked.

The last thing that Jungkook wants to become is to be like his parents. Making everyone blind by money and blackmailing everyone just to do the things that they want to happen. But now, he has become the person he hates the most and it's all because of you. He slowly forgot his own principle because of you.

It's okay. As long as it's for you, he'll do everything in his power.

He’s been observing the outcome of his plans for the past days and he can say that it’s sort of working. He isn’t expecting an immediate result because he knows that this plan will take a long time.

He was sitting in his swivel chair and he opened his phone before he played the recordings of you during your therapy session.

“Don’t you think that it’s better to trust Jungkook? You only have him, Y/N. He’s the only one that can help you.”

“I know, Ms. Park. But I don’t know. It seems like there is something that he isn’t telling me and it makes me doubt him.”

“I totally understand. But think about it. Do you think that out of all he did for you, he’s planning to do something that will harm you? I know that you’re not yet starting to remember a lot but you’re starting to have your improvements. I know that he doesn’t want to worsen your condition now that you’re having your improvements, Y/N. Just trust him and your questions will eventually have an answer.”

Jungkook stops the recording as soon as he’s satisfied with what your therapist said. Normally, the sessions are supposed to be confidential and recording is prohibited but in order for him to have control of the situation, he has to be informed of everything that is happening with you.

He took a deep breath before he looked at the picture frame of you standing at the corner of his desk. He smiled before he picked it up and stared at your stunning face. It was a picture of you that he took during the first day here in Jeju island. You were sitting at the table beside the pool with a bit of a smile on your face. Your beauty never fades away and he’s loving you more.

He never knew that he'd come this far. He remembered when he had to create a new instagram account under his friend’s name just for him to see your profile. He’s already satisfied to have a screenshot of your face that you posted on your story. And now that he thinks of it, he’d come this far. He has you already.

Just when he thought that he only had to talk to your therapist, he realized that he also needed to talk to your doctor. It wasn’t hard to bribe her as well since he already did it before with the same doctor and just like what he ordered from the therapist, he also ordered it from the doctor. In that way, it’s easier for you to believe and trust him. He’s getting used to the work he’s doing and he wasn’t guilty at all, especially that it’s working. You’re being a compliant little lady.

“Y/N, we’ve been here for almost five months. Are you aware of that?” Jungkook speaks in his usual soft and sweet voice he uses when he’s talking to you. You were sitting at the dining table opposite of him while you’re enjoying the food that you’re having. You only nod as an answer.

“I’ve realized that in those months, you’re just inside the house. I was wondering if you want us to go outside so that you can have a new environment? What do you think?” You gave him a wide smile before you nod continuously, obviously feeling the excitement and Jungkook chuckled in the reaction you created.

Jungkook came up with the idea because he genuinely wants to make you happy. He wants to take you out hoping that it will help you mentally and emotionally for all that you’ve been. Afterall, he loves you so much that he wants you to be happy even just for a while. He knows that even though you may not show it, everything is still confusing you and it’s stressing you out. Adding the fact that he’s taking away the chance for you to go back to your own reality and unconsciously forcing you to stay with him.

He knows that he’s going crazy with all the shit he’s been through just to make you his but he’s already in here therefore, might as well become crazier. He’s been through all the craziest stuff just to have you and he wouldn’t allow you to drift away.

He wanted to create memories that will cover the memories you used to have. He wanted you to remember him as someone who loves you so much. He wants to exceed the happiness you used to have by the happiness and new memories that he will give you.

Jungkook brought you to a luxury beach resort and he didn’t regret it because he saw in your eyes how you love being here. You keep on looking around as your mouth is hanging open and you can’t help but to be captivated when you see the crystal clear ocean.

“It’s so beautiful, Kook.” You commented as you were still looking at the ocean. Jungkook slightly pulls your head to peck it.

“No one beats you, baby.”

Jungkook was with you the whole time. Wherever you go, whatever you’re doing, he’s with you. He guides you in everything you do and you are just enjoying it. It was the happiest thing that happened to you ever since the incident happened and you never realized that. Seeing you in your euphoria is already a fulfillment for him. He never knew that you could be this happy. He should have done this before.

You and him were inside the pool while you were having a dip and Jungkook is sitting at the corner of the pool enjoying the wine that he’s drinking while watching you.

It was already 8 in the evening and both of you haven’t got tired of all the swimming that you did on the ocean. You’ve thought that maybe you already love water even before you lost your memories that you can’t get away from it. You were floating as you looked at the stars from above. It was wonderful. You’ve wondered when you will ever remember the past because it’s been so long and you’re starting to lose your hope.

“Kook, will I ever gain my memories back?” You ask while you are still floating and looking at the stars.

Jungkook didn’t expect your question and he didn’t know how to answer. You are now starting to wonder things and he doesn’t know how to control it. He knew that the time would come where you were going to ask things. Actually, you already did but he didn’t know what to answer with you wondering about your state.

He put down the wine glass and he swam towards you before he pulled your weight towards him to give you a hug from the back. He was shirtless and you felt his hard-rock wiry body size as he towering over you. You never notice his built body and you realize how small you are compared to him.

“Of course you will.” He answers and of course, he’s hoping that you don’t.

“Can you tell me again something about my past?” you ask once more.

You always ask this to him and he would tell you lies. You wouldn’t know that he’s always lying but now that you’re asking again, he is starting to feel the guilt of lying to you. You sound like you really wanted to know the truth about everything and he’s afraid that he can never give it to you.

“What do you want to know?” Jungkook asked in his low voice but enough for you to hear it.

“Am I the same as before?”

‘You’re not.’ Jungkook thought. You were so different from before. You never became submissive. You always do what you want to do and think what you want to think. He never had control of you before but now, he has you controlled.

“Yes. The only difference is you don’t remember things.” He lied once again. He moved you to face him and he caressed your cheek as soon as you faced him. He’s giving you an intense stare on your eyes and it feels like you’re burning from it. “You’re still the Y/N I know. Innocent but smart. Beautiful as ever.”

Jungkook slowly closed the distance between the two of you. It didn’t take you long to respond from his kisses. He slid his tongue for you to open your mouth and when you did, he pulled you harder. Just when you thought that things will get better, a glimpse of memories passed your head. It was a man kissing you and it’s not Jungkook. He was so tall and has a bigger body than Jungkook and the man is kissing you in a public place where no one can see the both of you.

You immediately pulled away from Jungkook after you remembered a memory. You hold your head as it starts to ache. Your temple is pumping so fast while you’re enduring the ache of your head.

“Y/N, what’s happening?” Jungkook got alarmed as he held your arms but you immediately pushed it away. You start to swim towards the pool stair and your head is still aching.

‘Namjoon.’

“Ugh!” You groaned in pain and you were starting to hit your head.

“Y/N don’t do that!” Jungkook is now panicking and he catches your arms to stop you from hitting yourself.

“It hurts!” You were starting to cry and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

A memory with that man suddenly came like waterfalls and you can’t control it. It’s hurting you so much and you can’t take it anymore. You just want to pull out your head to ease the pain. It’s getting worse.

Both of you were swimming in the balcony of your hotel room and he realized that no one was around beside the two of you. Jungkook didn’t know what to do anymore and he pulled you out from the pool.

Jungkook was about to get the medicine kit when you suddenly paused like the pain suddenly went away. It really did. The pain suddenly goes away like it wasn’t there after all. You suddenly felt so weak from what just happened. Jungkook is speaking to you but you can’t understand him anymore.

The next thing that you said made him freeze.

“Namjoon.”

—

Jungkook is just staring at you while you’re lying in the bed sleeping and your doctor checks up on you. It’s been an hour since it happened and he immediately called your doctor. After you mentioned his name, you suddenly zoned out. Jungkook keeps on calling and getting your attention but it's like you’re not seeing him. You were awake but you’re unconscious. He almost lost his shit but he has to compose himself in order to help you. It’s a good thing that he brought your nurses with you.

“What happens to Y/N is an after effect of suddenly remembering something. It happens when a specific event suddenly triggers her memories from the past. It’s like a deja vu. I must say this but she’s now starting to remember everything and it’s getting bad on your side, Mr. Jeon.” Ms. Park explained.

“Once she wakes up, she might think things differently.” Ms. Park added.

“N-no…” Jungkook shook his head as he looked at her. “That can’t happen.” He slowly walked back and forth and he processed everything that he just heard as he kept shaking his head.

“Mr. Jeon, you have to accept the fact that—

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that! Do something! Inject her with sedatives, I don’t care! She can’t wake up remembering everything!” Jungkook suddenly exploded. Thousands of thoughts suddenly filled his head all at once. His heart is beating rapidly and he’s panicking. He’s been mumbling and even Ms. Park and the other nurses are starting to worry about him.

“Ms. Park, she should not remember anything.” He slid his fingers on his hair as we couldn't stop walking.

“Mr. Jeon, you have to calm down.” As soon as Ms. Park said that, Jungkook rushed to her and grabbed her right arm.

“How the fuck am I going to calm down, huh?!” Jungkook looked at her with so much anger and Ms. Park’s legs were now shaking in fear.

“M-Mr. Jeon… T-there is still a chance that she w-won’t remember everything. W-we have to wait for her to wake up.” Ms. Park is trying to pull her arms from him and then, he pushes her away.

“You have to make sure of it or else, I would fucking kill you!” He aggressively pointed at her.

He has gone far and he can’t allow for it to just become nothing. He has done everything for you and he can’t afford it to just become a waste.

You haven’t woken up for almost 3 hours probably because the doctor gave you more sedatives than you usually take. Jungkook was with you the whole time you’re asleep and thinking of the things he can do to control the damage. He has also contacted other specialists to check up on your situation and to see if there is another way he can make the destiny in favor of him. He hates to admit it but he thought that he shouldn’t help you to improve your situation in the first place if he knew that this is going to happen. He knows that it was a fucked up mindset but he can’t risk you anymore.

Today was supposed to be a day where both of you can unwind and enjoy without thinking about the whole situation that both of you have but it turned out to be the day where he wished it never happened. Maybe the reason why he kept denying to himself that you will eventually recover is because if he chooses to be negligent about you, he’s afraid that your situation will become worse. But now that both of you are in this situation already and it cannot be controlled, he has to decide if he will completely help you to recover from your illness or he will do the opposite thing. Right now, he’s thinking of doing the latter.

When the new doctors arrived to see you, Jungkook kept on asking them about your condition even though they hadn't checked you thoroughly. He just wanted to make sure if you’re going to remember everything once you’ve woken up.

“Mr. Jeon, we have to assess Ms. Y/N thoroughly to see and make sure of everything. There’s also a chance that we have to bring her to the hospital if we see a complication or we won’t figure out her condition as of the moment.”

“Doc, I have to know the report about her condition as soon as possible. I’m not paying you to slack off. Now do your fucking job now!”

He can’t help but to argue with them because as the time goes by that he doesn't know your situation, he’s panicking more. He’s becoming very anxious and he doesn't know how to handle it.

He was just watching you as the doctors were doing their job. It’s been only 10 minutes since the doctors arrived and he felt like it’s been 20 hours. Your current doctor and therapist are discussing everything with the new doctors and it looks like the discussion is not getting any better.

“Mr. Jeon, Ms. Park and Doctor Kim have already done their best to slow down her recoveries and gain your memories but it looks like that they do not have control over your brain activity. However, we have discussed a possible way that we can do to achieve what you want for her. But I have to remind you Mr. Jeon that it might harm Ms. Y/N and it can complicate her brain.” Mr. Min, a neurologist said.

“What is it?” He asked.

“It is with the use of drugs. For example, ketamine. It’s a dissociative injected anesthetic and it can be used for medical purposes but people particularly in their teenage years are using it illegally and can cause addiction. The side effects of ketamine are, of course, memory loss, hallucination, confusion, and sedation.” Dr. Min explained.

“We… we’re going to drug her?” He asked like he couldn't believe what the doctor just said.

“Yes, basically.”

The only thing that he could give is a blank stare to the doctor. He heard what the doctor said but he couldn’t process it in his mind. He understands it but he keeps denying it to himself.

“Is that the only way that we could do it?” He asked in his low voice.

“I’m afraid to say this but, yes Mr. Jeon. That’s the only way that we can do it.” The doctor responded.

The doctor has already left the hotel room yet he hasn’t processed everything yet. He was sitting behind you while waiting for you to wake up. There are only two possible things that can happen when you finally wake up. One, you would stay the same. Naive and having no idea of what’s happening and two, you’ll see everything in a different way because you’d already remember your reality. Once you remember shit, he doesn’t have a choice but to drug you.

The whole situation is fucking insane in Jungkook’s point of view because he has literally the power to control and manipulate you in any way. Legally or illegally. His family is known to have a great reputation and successful business but what people do not know behind their success is that they run the biggest drug dealing operation in the whole country and he can control you with the help of it.

He does not associate himself with his family’s business because his principle is against it and he didn't agree on it at the same time but little did he know that he will be needing the help of it. Of course, he’s still considering your health since it’s a risky move but the doctor is the one who already said that there is no option for you to continuously lose your memories unless he’s going to go for the doctor’s suggestion.

It was literally fucked up but what can he do? He’s out of solutions and he doesn’t want you to drift away from him. He has done too far and he’s fallen deeply that he can risk anything, even your own health just for you to stay with him.

Jungkook got alarmed when he saw you moving in your sleep. You’re finally waking up and he’s scared of what can happen to you.

“Y/N? How are you?” It’s obvious in his voice that he’s worried about you. He leans closer to you as he caresses your head. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his doe eyes. You felt like you’ve just woken up after getting wasted. Your head felt like cracking but you’re already used to feeling it. You’ve had a headache several times already. When you’re about to speak, you remember the last thing that happened.

‘Namjoon.’

Namjoon? You knew him because you remember a memory with him and he’s clearly kissing you. And the emotion that you feel when you remember him is making your heart beat faster than it usually does. It has the same feeling that you feel when you remember the professor that Jungkook had said.

You wanted to ask Jungkook about it but you can’t help but to be skeptical. You had a feeling that he wouldn't like you mentioning him just like how he hated it when you mention ‘your college professor.’

“How are you feeling?” He asked once again as he stroked your hair. You don’t understand but you feel nervous like he’s going to catch you lying even though you won’t.

“My head… hurts.” You wanted to break your eye contact but you can’t because you felt like once you do, he’s going to do something you wouldn’t like.

“I’ll get you your medicine and I’ll be calling your nurses. Do you remember the last thing that happened to you?” He moves backward as he breaks his eye contact by turning around.

You suddenly feel your stomach turned upside down. You felt like he’s catching you red handed and you were trying to get away. You don’t understand why you’re feeling this way because there is nothing to lie about. You also don’t understand why you feel anxious around him. He’s Jeon Jungkook. Your boyfriend and the love of your life, as he claimed to be. You hate to admit it but you felt like there is something wrong about that statement specially you just unlocked a new memory from the past.

You were back to reality when he turned to face you once again. He smiled but it made you feel nervous. You were planning to lie but you don’t know how and you’re arguing with yourself. Why would you lie? You asked yourself and you don’t know what to answer. Everything doesn’t make sense.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, stuttering.

“What is the last thing you remembered?”

The air conditioner is on but you’re sweating a lot. You feel like your body heat is all activated and it's making you more nervous. Your brain is telling you to tell the truth but your heart is full of anxiousness. It’s making you feel that you should lie.

“We’re in the… swimming pool.” You answered trying to hide your nervousness. You’re recalling the last thing that happened before you lost your consciousness and you remembered that you’re kissing him inside the pool. You remember how soft and delicate his lips are and you also feel the coldness of his lip piercing against your lips. It was flowers and unicorns until you opened your eyes and saw another man kissing you as a pool of blurred memories with him were running inside your mind.

He’s waiting for you to continue and so you did. “We’re kissing until my head hurts and I pass out.” You didn’t lie though. But your stories are incomplete and you’re hoping that he won’t ask further questions.

But unfortunately, he did.

“Did you remember something when your head suddenly aches?”

“N-no.”

You chose to lie and you hope you did not.

He looked at you intensely.

“I will ask one more time, did you remember something when your head suddenly aches?” He repeatedly emphasized every word he said.

That’s when you realized that you’re a terrible liar.

“I’m not sure. But I saw someone when I closed my… eyes.” You reasoned out.

“Who was it?” He asked once again trying to catch you as you think.

“A man n-named… Namjoon.” You ended up telling the truth.

He gave you a stare for a few seconds before he walked towards you and sat in the chair beside the bed.

He holds your right hand before he speaks. “Do you remember who he was?”

‘Do I remember?’

You don’t remember but everytime you say his name or everytime you see him in your imaginations, you feel something different. Like you’re romantically involved with him.

You find it odd that you remember a memory of a man named Namjoon while you don’t remember something with Jungkook who claims to be your boyfriend.

It’s strange.

“I don’t.” You weren’t lying though. But you have a hint that you will never admit to yourself.

He brushed his fingers through the back of your hands as he looked at you with gentleness.

“Do you want to know who he is?” He asked and you’re pondering whether to shake your head or you’re going to nod. But honestly, you’re afraid to know who he was because it might change your perspective with everything.

You didn’t give him an answer but he still continued.

“You’re seeing him behind my back, babe.”

You looked at him dumbfounded. You didn’t expect him to say that. You didn’t even expect it to turn that way. You don’t want to believe him because you cannot do such a thing. That’s what you want to believe.

You were shaking your head and you were about to speak when he spoke again.

“I know it’s hard to believe but that's the truth, Y/N. I don’t want to trigger your memories with him because I don’t want you to remember the terrible decision that you made. But unfortunately, you did.” He removed his eye contact on you.

You can’t process what he said and you don’t want to believe it.

“H-how…” You cannot even complete the sentence that you’re about to say because the thought alone is impossible to believe.

“I also don’t know why you did it but yeah. You've been doing it with him for a year already.”

“T-then why are you still staying?”

“Because I love you.” He raises your hand to kiss it while he’s looking at your eyes. “I love you so much that I would prefer to get hurt than letting you go. I’d be more in pain without you than knowing the fact that you’re seeing someone behind my back.” When you saw his eyes tearing, a tear also formed on your eyes as well.

“It was our 5th anniversary when I found it out. We were supposed to have dinner but you didn’t come and when I saw your location, I went there and I saw you with him, Y/N. I didn’t have the balls to confront you because I’m afraid that you would leave me.” As he was explaining, the tears have already flowed down on his cheeks.

You caress both of his cheeks as you wipe away the tears on them. He held your wrist and you slowly kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry, Kook. I didn’t—

“Shh.” He placed his index finger on your lips to hush you. “It’s okay. It already happened and I know that you already regret it.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Can you do me a favor?” You slowly nod your head.

“Now that you’re starting to remember your memories, I hope that he won’t cross your mind ever again.”

He can perfectly see the pain in your eyes and he knows from himself that he made you believe in the lies that he created.

He will never run out of lies to tell you just for you to stay with him.

—

Jungkook couldn’t believe that he’s contacting Park Seo-jin, the person that manages the operation of his family’s underground business. As he stated before, he never gives a shit about that business and he’s not interested in it and just like him, Seo-jin is also surprised that Jungkook called him.

“Does your father know about this?” Seo-jin asked when he’s packing the drugs that Jungkook requested from him.

Jungkook gave him a glare before he snatched away the package from him after he’s done packing.

“Don’t you fucking dare say a word to my father.” He threatened him.

“I won’t! Why do you need those anyways? Are you gonna host a party or some? Most of the items you get are party drugs.” Seo-jin leans at the table beside him as he crosses his arms.

“You don’t have to know. I’ll be going. Don’t you fucking mention to my father about any of these or I’ll kill you.”

That night, Jungkook brings home a box of different drugs to use on you. He has thought about it carefully and did his own research on what the effects of them on you. He knows that he’s risking your health but he doesn't want to risk your life for this. He’s the one to blame if there is anything worse that can happen to you. He knows that he wanted to erase your memories but he doesn’t want you to risk it all.

Your doctors are the one that’s going to do the process intaking the drugs on you to have you observe during the moments that you’re on drugs. It's also a relief for Jungkook that you have your doctors to do the work for you and he knows that you’re going to be safe around professional people. He knew that bribing your doctors to do these things has crossed the line but for you, he'll do everything to make you stay.

But of course, he’s still scared because you might not be able to handle the drugs that’ll be on your system. There are a lot of possibilities that can happen and he’s scared because you might not make it.

“Doc Min, please take easy on her.” Jungkook speaks as your doctor is preparing to drug you in your sleep.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Jeon. This is a long process and we’ll be going to start with a small amount to see if she can handle it and when things are going smoothly, then that’s the only time that we’ll add another amount until she finally believes in the world you want her to believe.” Dr. Min explained. “She won’t be waking up for a minimum of 12 hours and when she already does, she’ll feel things like headaches and more. It will last for an hour and then it will be followed by a therapy session with Ms. Park” Dr. Min added.

When Dr. Min finally starts the IV injections, Jungkook holds his breath as he feels anxious. He can’t look away at the electrocardiographic heart monitor beside you to see if your heart is functioning well. But when he saw that your heartbeat increased, he immediately ran to you.

“What’s happening?!” He asked the doctor and the doctor immediately calmed him down.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. It’s normal because a drug entered her vein but she’s perfectly fine.”

The first process went well and Jungkook discussed with the doctor about the possible situation when you finally woke up. It’s just been an hour since you slept and Jungkook feels like you’re lying down in the bed for a long time already. As he was looking at you in your sleep, he suddenly felt guilty with everything that he had done to you.

Starting with what his family does to yours. He knows that you could never forgive him when you found it out and you will loathe him until the end of time. Of course, he also loathed his family for doing it but he doesn’t have the balls to fight with his father nor grandfather. And besides, he also got the advantage of having you after the incident. That’s the second reason why you would never forgive him. He took you away from the only family that you have— your father. After his family killed yours, he should’ve let you go to be with your father but what he did is he took you away from him.

But he loves you so much that he thinks that what he’s doing is good for you. You’d be away from the cruel world and his cruel family. You would never experience pain with him and you will only feel loved by him. Everything that he does is not only for himself but for you. He only wanted to have the world you deserve. Happiness and peace. And you will only experience it with him.

Jungkook was with you when you finally woke up after 13 hours of sleep. He held your hand as you were opening your eyes.

“Y/N, baby. How are you?” He asked but you didn’t respond. Your eyes weren’t fully opened and you keep on having rapid eye movement. He kept calling your name but you looked like you couldn't hear him.

When the nurses have arrived, they check up on you by asking you questions that you don’t seem to understand. You felt a lot of things but the dominant from all of it was you felt like you were floating. Everything is in slow motion and you feel like this isn’t real. You feel like you’re a soul that’s about to be detached from your body.

A nurse places a white substance in front of you to sniff it and when you feel that it reached your brain, you suddenly lose your consciousness.

—

“That’s it for today, Y/N. Don’t forget to drink your medicine and I’ll see you on Saturday.” Ms. Park, your therapist smiled at you as she was walking with you to go outside your room. It was the room where you have your therapy session and it wasn’t similar to a bedroom but to an office with a huge white couch covering the center of the room and an office table at the corner.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Park.” You answered as she closed the door and outside, there was Dr. Kim waiting for you. You are about to have your daily injection.

Ms. Park and Doctor Kim greeted each other before Ms. Park decided to leave the house. You then sit at the usual coach you sat on when you’re having your IV injection. Before, Doctor Kim will inject you inside your room and you will be falling asleep afterwards but as it went long, you decided to do it where you’re not in your bed since you always end up having a headache when you wake up. But when you’re on the couch, you don’t feel your head being heavy.

“How’s your session with Ms. Park?” Doctor Kim asked you as he was preparing to inject you.

“It was okay. Just like usual.” You answered.

“Do you think that there is an improvement?” You think about it properly before you answer. Do you see any improvement?

You’re not sure but you think, it has a slight improvement. However, you weren’t sure about the ‘slight improvement’ that you are referring to because sometimes, you’re mixing your reality to your dreams. You weren’t sure if your memories were from your reality or it was really from your dreams. There are times that you would wake up having a headache and you would suddenly remember a part of your memories. Majority of them are memories of you with Jungkook. Exactly like what your psychiatrist and therapist told you.

Just like what happened this early morning. The discussion you had with Doctor Kim last week suddenly flashed through your mind after you woke up. The discussion was all about your life with Jungkook before and it would frequently flash through your mind like it really happened but the strange feeling is, it doesn’t feel real. It felt like they were all just from your dreams.

“I’m not sure, but I guess it has.” You responded to Doctor Kim’s question.

When the doctor injected you with IV injection, you immediately felt the effect of it. You feel drowsy and you feel light headedness. It was like you were intoxicated with something addicting. You feel like you were on cloud nine.

Doctor Kim sat in front of you after he injected you. You were starting to have a blur vision as you looked at him but you saw him smiling genuinely to you.

“You’re confused about where your family is, right?” His voice was like a whisper from the wind. You nod from his question.

“They were dead, Y/N. They were dead ten years ago. You and your family had a car crash and the only one who survived is you.” He continued. “If ever they were still alive, you would still wish that they would die because they were so cruel, especially from you. They never treated you right and it was like you weren’t their daughter after all. The only person who treated you like a family is Jungkook.”

After he spoke, he gave you a medicine capsule and a glass of water. You slowly took them and when you finally did, you slowly lost your consciousness.

Just like what Jungkook wants, you believe in everything that these professionals are telling you without knowing that none of them were true. With the help of the drugs, you’re starting to believe them because that’s the effect of the drug that you’re taking. The memories you remembered are now lying six feet under where you will never remember it again.

This is your weekly cycle that never ends. You’re meeting with your psychiatrist and therapist 3 times every week for your session and when it isn't your session, you’re often with Jungkook. He’d hang out with you and sometimes, he’d take you out on a date. But when he’s not around because of a business matter, you would be inside your room doubting everything. You don’t really want to feel that way but you feel like there is something that you don’t know and you don’t also know how to mention this to your doctors nor to Jungkook.

When you woke up from your sleep, you were still at the coach lying down and Jungkook was now sitting beside you while he was brushing your hair from your sleep. His smiling face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes. His eyes were twinkling like a star as he brushed your hair.

“Good evening, sweetheart. It’s already time for dinner. How are you feeling?” He asked as his fingers slowly brushed your face.

“My head hurts.” You slowly change your position as you sit from lying down.

“I’m sorry to hear that but you have to endure it a little while until you finally recover, baby.” He kisses your forehead.

You were looking far away for a moment and he suddenly caught your attention.

“Y/N, what’s running in your mind?” He asked worried but you also don’t know what’s running inside your mind. Honestly, you feel empty.

“Nothing in particular.” You answer.

Dinner was pretty much the same as usual. Both of you would talk about each other’s day and he would tell you stories about your past. Mostly, your relationship with him. Of course, you are very much interested but there’s this feeling that you wanted to ask more than that but you don’t know how to speak it out.

He would often talk about the good memories that both of you had and how both of you were so in love with each other. Some of them appeared in your dreams but then, you would only feel like it was all in your head. You sometimes want to get angry at yourself for feeling this way even though he’s doing everything for you and for your recovery. But you really can’t help yourself to feel that way.

There are nights while you were sleeping that you would dream about something you didn’t expect. Something that Jungkook nor your doctors didn’t mention to you. Most of them are you being with a group of girls and your family. Their faces were all blurred. That's why it’s hard for you to identify them but you know to yourself that they are people that’s closely related to you.

One day, Jungkook wasn't home but his office was open. It was strange because you never see his office because it’s always locked with or without him around. It was slightly open when you found out that it’s unlock. You immediately got the urge to enter and see what’s inside his office. You were so eager to enter his office since you haven’t seen it even before but you felt like what you’re about to do is dangerous and you can’t be caught dead. It was a Monday afternoon and everyone was resting or doing their own business. That's why no one is around his office and you use the opportunity to take a quick look at his office.

You slowly pushed the door and the first thing you saw was an office table. On the top of it is a desktop and a few folders. The room is bright since the brown curtains were spread out. When you completely open the door, you see a single couch on the corner and in front of it is a coffee table. There’s also a bookshelf behind the office table. When you finally entered, you noticed your huge picture frame hanging on the top of the single coach. It was a picture of you sitting in the sand as you smiled at the camera. You remember that photo because it was taken when Jungkook took you out on a beach.

You get more interested in what's inside so you can’t help but to enter. You were looking around and when you got near his table, you saw another picture frame of you and this time, it’s a picture that you weren’t familiar with. You never knew when it was taken. You grab to take a look at it. It was a picture of you sitting and smiling at the camera and the background seems like a coffee shop. You’ve been thinking of when it happened because it wasn’t a part of your memory. You even look so different with makeup on and you look like the happiest far from what you feel right now. You decide to put it down and you check on the files that’s on the table. Majority of them were a financial report and a proposal. From his business you guess. You opened his drawer and you saw some stationary supplies and a folder. You were about to close it when a folder caught your eyes. It has your name on it.

You suddenly become anxious when you decide to get it and open the folder. There are several papers and the majority of them were printed news.

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, has awaken after a month of being in coma’

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, refuse to get a statement regarding the incident’

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, the only one who survived in a tragic accident on the 10th of July 2022’

When you flipped the other pages, it was research about certain medicines.

‘What Gamma-hydroxybutyric acid actually does to your brain?’

‘Different doses of Acetylcholine’

When you flipped further, it was already a research paper about Catatonic depression and drug intake. Your heart is beating rapidly as you read them thoroughly and the further you go, the anxiousness you get. When you reach the research about a drug intake, you felt like you were just reading the situation you have right now.

‘Ketamine may cause serious side effects like light-headed feeling, slow heart rate, and dizziness. The common side effect of it is confusion; or dream-like feeling.’

You feel like your soul is racing with your heartbeat to leave your body. You were starting to shake as you passed through every page that the folder has. When you reached the end, you saw the printed photos and you immediately took a look at them.

And you wish you did not.

There were several pictures of you while you were sleeping, a picture of you with a man while you’re happily talking with him inside a restaurant, and when you looked at the last photo, your world suddenly stopped. It was a family picture of you. With your mom, dad and a younger sister. Tears suddenly flow from your cheeks as you were trying to remember their names and you try to remember a memory with them but you can’t think of anything.

They said that you had a cruel family but you don’t see it in the picture you are looking at right now.

Your head suddenly aches. It felt like it’s about to break. You dropped the photos that you’re holding and you held your head as you screamed in pain and you suddenly fell on the ground. You felt like you were about to pass out when the nurses entered to help you. A male nurse lifts you up and he immediately rushes you out of the office. You were still screaming in pain when he put you down on your bed and injected you on your right arms. After a few moments, you already lose your consciousness.

“Y/N, listen. What happened the first time we encountered each other and the last thing that happened to us is my fault.”

You saw yourself talking to a man and when you looked further, you saw the face of Jeon Jungkook.

“And I would like to sincerely apologize for what happened.” He added

“I don’t have any excuse for my actions last time and I know that I’m out of line. I’m being a jerk and I have no excuse for that. I really want to apologize because it appears that my actions affected your decision when you decided to resign.”

He was talking while you were just standing in front of him.

You shook your head and looked away. “That’s not only the issue here. Do you even know who I am before you even met me during Hoseok’s party?”

“Do you realize now? I shouldn’t be here in the first place because my family despises your family including you.” The tone of your voice rises. “And god knows you might be planning something against me or my family.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know?! Cause you’re basically Jeon Jungkook?!”

You saw yourself arguing with him for an unknown reason. Your voice is rising and you’re getting confused. At the end, you saw yourself walking away

“I also hope that this is the last time we see each other.”

When you gained your consciousness, you opened your eyes and you saw Dr. Kim in front of you. It took a few moments before you remembered the last thing that happened and you were immediately filled with fear. You remember vividly the things you’ve read and the photos you’ve seen.

Your bedroom door opened and when you saw Jungkook enter the room, you got alarmed and you suddenly moved backward.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” He looked surprised and he immediately confronted you but he suddenly stopped when you spoke.

“Don’t come near me!” Your body was shaking and your head started to ache again. You pulled the comforter to cover yourself from him.

“Y/N, what’s–

“Go away! I loathed you!” You cut him off as you screamed. You were screaming so loud and you were throwing hurtful words at Jungkook. The nurses were having a hard time calming you down because you were pushing them away.

“Y/N! Stop it already!”

You were now throwing things at the people around you as you were screaming.

And then suddenly, you freeze realizing something. The nurses grab the opportunity to hold you and when you feel them grasping you, you start to scream once again.

“Mom’s gonna kill me when she finds out that I’m having a connection with Jeon's son!” You were screaming and when you saw a syringe that’s going to inject on your arms, you screamed louder trying to get away from their hold until you felt the syringe on your arms and you started to lose your consciousness once again.

It has a moment of silence after midazolam finally penetrated you. The nurses and Doctor Kim were observing you while Jungkook was in a state of shock. He wasn’t moving but his heart was racing. He was overwhelmed with everything that happened and he didn’t know what to do.

“Mr. Jeon, Ms. Y/N might have seen something in your office that triggered her lost memories. Just like what I mentioned to you before, she cannot be introduced to any of her past because it will only trigger her.” Doctor Kim explained and Jungkook was still not moving from his position so Doctor Kim continued. “It’s very bad Mr. Jeon. We can’t add more doses of drugs to her because she might overdose from it. I’ll be discussing this with Doctor Min since he has more knowledge from this and we’ll discuss it to you afterwards. For the meantime, we won’t do anything.”

After an hour of observing you by the nurses and Doctor Kim and running a test while you were sleeping, they finally left. Doctor Kim leaves the house and there are only two nurses left to take care of you.

Jungkook entered his office and the mess that you’ve made stays the same. The drawer of the office table is opened and the papers you’ve dropped are still on the floor. Jungkook caught a picture of you and your family along with the picture of you with Namjoon. He picked it up as he looked at it. It took a few moments as he finally exploded.

He screamed as he ripped the photos and he threw away the papers on his table and kicked away his office chair. All of his blood was rising, he's clenching his jaw. This is by far the angriest he has ever felt in his life. He punched the office table until it cracked and when he stopped, he didn’t notice the blood on his knuckles. He aggressively brushed his fingers on his hair and he didn’t notice that he’s already tearing up. After a few moments, he covered his face with his palms and he finally broke down.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He tried everything but you always find a way to remember your forgotten memories. He has risked everything for you but he feels like he’s failing. He was wrapped in fear as he was feeling that you’ll leave him anytime soon. It’s driving him insane because he hasn’t thought of anything to do for you to stay.

He let his body fall from the ground and he leaned down on the wall and he was staring at the picture frame of you hanging on the wall. His eyes were bloodshot from crying his eyes out. He’s getting tired already but he’s still determined to keep you even though it’s against your own will. There are a lot of things that happened already and he doesn’t care anymore.

—

When you gained your consciousness that day, it was rough for everyone because you became stubborn and you refused to drink your medicine. The nurses had a hard time putting you on drugs since you’re refusing to take anything from them and there are times that you were losing your mind. No one can control you, even Jeon Jungkook.

You were locked in your bedroom and the only time that the door is being opened is when they give you a meal or it’s time for you to drink your medicine which is always with the use of a syringe because you weren’t complying and they don’t have a choice but to inject it on you.

Jungkook couldn’t believe that you’ll reach this state where you are uncontrollable and he can’t stop blaming himself for forgetting to lock his office before he left you.

It was afternoon and Jungkook decided to give you a visit to your bedroom. He always checks up on you whenever you’re sleeping but this time, he is aware that you’re awake. When he opened the door, he saw you lying down facing the door and your eyes were open wide. You’re emotionless, as always.

“You finally took your medicine. It’s a medicine to calm you down and to put you to sleep.” Jungkook speaks as he closes the door. You only gave him that look before you rolled your eyes.

“I miss your smile. How long are you going to do this?” He speaks in his low voice and he takes a deep breath. You rise up from lying down and you sit at the corner of the bed.

“Until you decided to tell me the truth and to let me go.” You answered.

“I’ve been telling you the truth! What truth do you really want?” Jungkook is getting frustrated because he’s been telling you the same thing over and over again yet you don’t seem to believe any of them.

“No! You’ve been lying to me!” Your voice is now rising.

“About what, Y/N?! That your family isn’t the same just like I told you? If I’ve been talking to the Y/N who hasn’t had an accident, she wouldn’t want to go back to the same shit she used to have!” His voice is rising as well. “Do you really want to experience the same shit you’ve been through just for you to believe me? Do you think that the photo you’ve seen can justify the things that happened to you in the past?” Jungkook is catching his breath after he speaks.

“But you cannot change my mind that you’re drugging me. I’ve seen it all, Jungkook.” Your voice was fearless. You stand up from sitting in the bed.

Jungkook rubbed his face with the use of his hand in frustration. He takes a deep breath once again before he speaks.

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s part of your recovery?” He lowered his voice in an attempt to calm down. “You have a mental condition called catatonic depression and we use drugs on you to avoid your episodes. The doctors have talked to you about this, right?”

“But why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I don’t want to worry you, that’s why.” He looks like he’s about to give up. He walked towards you and he sat beside you. In the usual setting, you would throw him away but this time, you suddenly feel guilty for what you’ve done.

“I just really want you to recover, Y/N. I did everything for you because I love you so much and it’s hurting me seeing you like… T- this.” His voice cracked in his last words. You suddenly looked at him like he’s at his weakest point. Guilt immediately ate you.

“I do my best to understand you but I can’t deny that I miss you already. I miss how you used to love me before and it hurt me the most because you weren’t the same anymore.” You were trying to hold your tears when you saw his tears flowing down. You tried to look away. “But it’s okay. You may forget me for a while but I know that you’re still there. The Y/N who I love the most.” He looked at you and he gave you a painful smile and it immediately reached your heart.

Silence filled both of you and after a few moments, he stood up and he wiped the tears on his cheeks. You saw him looking at you but you didn't even give him a single glance.

“I’d be going now. I’ll let them get you something to eat. You should rest.” He said before he walked to leave your room and once he did, you finally released the tears that you’ve been resisting to let go.

You hugged your pillow to find comfort. You suddenly want to believe him but you’d be lying to yourself if you tell that you don’t doubt him. Believe it or not but you’ve been forcing yourself to remember a single memory with him that you were the happiest but you never did. Instead, the memory that you remember is horrible. You don’t understand why out of all the memory that Jungkook claimed to have with you, that’s the memory you remember.

Whenever he tells you about something in our past, they are always vague. And the worst thing is, you don’t feel anything whenever he tells you something about the two of you. It’s also ironic that you can feel something to the person named Namjoon that Jungkook’s been telling you that you’re seeing behind his back while you can’t feel anything to him. Your mind wanted to believe him but your heart refuses to do it and now, you’re in this shitty situation.

Honestly, you wanted to leave this place because it’s suffocating you. You don’t even live in this city in the first place. Jungkook brought you here where you are unfamiliar with everything. You once told Jungkook that you wanted to go back to Seoul hoping that you could easily remember your lost memories since you’ve lived there but he immediately refused to do what you wanted. He has a lot of reasons to tell and you feel like it’s just his excuse for him not to do what you wish. You had a feeling that he’s somehow stopping you from remembering your memories.

You’ve been denying to yourself that you don’t trust him but what you found out in office made you doubt him even more. Your suspicion becomes stronger when you decide to refuse to take the medicines and the injections they want to give you and you feel that you’re starting to finally recover. You feel much better without the medicines they give you and that’s when you conclude that Jungkook wasn’t making you recover but he’s worsening your situation.

You’ve been always finding a way to leave this place but the house is always guarded and there are maids and nurses around to look out for you. It was hard to plan an escape but when you saw an opportunity, you didn’t have a second thought to grab it.

They finally let you leave your room once again but your actions are always limited. You weren’t allowed to do the things without consent and there are nurses that’s always with you. You thought that you would never be alone until you got a chance to be by yourself.

It’s a rainy Saturday in the afternoon and you were in the living room watching TV. The maids are in their resting hours while the nurses are preparing your medicine. It wasn’t long until you realized that you’re alone and you immediately became alarmed. It’s the only chance you got to leave this place. You suddenly feel like your stomach is turning and you are about to faint. You’re so anxious that you aren't thinking straight anymore.

You’re pondering what you’re about to do next and you’re panicking inside. Where are you going to go when you leave this place? How are you going to go back to Seoul where you really live? Are you going to ask for help? How are you going to ask for help?

There are a lot of things that you ask yourself and because you can’t answer your own question, you’re now hesitant to go.

But you thought that this is the only opportunity to leave. It’s now or never.

You’ve been living in this rest house for a long time already and the thing that you’re good at is you know what are the ins and outs, where are the backdoors and where the guards are located. You immediately went to the hallway going to the garden and within it, there’s a small gate going out of the driveway.

You looked around to see if there was someone that could catch you and when you realized that there was no one, you immediately went out to the garden.

The rain is pouring loud and it is the only thing that you can hear. It’s only been seconds that you’re out in the rain and you’re already soaking wet. You hug your arms while you're running out going to the gate when a strong wind hits you. As you saw the gates were locked, you immediately panicked. You might fail this plan.

But you have to make this work because if you don’t, Jungkook will eventually do something to you. You only have a plan A and it has to work.

Your heart drums when you hear the people screaming and panicking noticing that you’re missing. You looked at the gate once again before you decided to climb.

You don't even know how it happens but when your feet reach the solid ground, you immediately run as fast as you can. You don’t know where you would go and you don’t have a plan but you’re now relieved that you finally left the house. That’s the most important thing and the others would just see how it goes.

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