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pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 5.6K | rating: 18+ / M

After a long week of work, your week can only get better with a pregnancy scare. You really don't need this especially when you already take care of your biggest baby, Jungkook. And he seems to be taking this the hardest. Either way you two will get through this together.

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“Baby, I’m home,” you call out, kicking your shoes off and tossing your keys into the bowl.

After hanging your satchel and coat on the rack, you travel down the corridor to find the kitchen empty as well as the barren living room.

“Where is he?” you whine; your brows knit, and your bottom lip juts out. His car was in the parking garage. Did one of the boys pick him up? He'd call if he went out.

You wash your hands in the kitchen, letting the warm water run through your fingers. Chills ripple through you and the tension releases from your temples. It feels good to be in the warmth of your home, no longer freezing to death.

The lab was hectic today, and you've been feeling sluggish since the afternoon. Your feet hurt from standing and running around for long hours, scrambling to send off evidence as you and your team just finished the last DNA analysis needed for an upcoming trial.

You’ve seen a lot of bodily fluids today and don't want to see any more for the next week. You just want to stay home and eat. You ate breakfast and lunch today and had a snack in between, but you’re still hungry. You usually wait till dinner, but suddenly have the urge to stuff your face.

You dig through the pantry, finding some potato chips to snack out of the bag before retrieving a bowl. You lean on the island counter, looking around your apartment. It’s a little too quiet.

Grabbing your bowl, you scurry to your bedroom. Your paradise.

You duck in to see the bed in disarray, but those are the only signs of life. You hate when he doesn’t make the bed -his excuse being that you’ll get back in it anyway- but it brings you a little comfort to know that he’s here. Most of the time, he’s traveling for photoshoots, collabs, or on tour.

At the end of the hallway, you slowly open the office door and clicks of a joystick sound from the game chair surrounded by a halo.

“Kookie, I’m home.” He doesn’t respond, but you figure it’s his headphones. You step into the office, coming behind him. He’s playing Resident Evil.

While others may find your stalking creepy, this is a natural occurrence for you and Jungkook. You literally hover over each other like guardian angels, silently immersed in the moment. You’re always with one another, even if you perceive yourself alone.

You watch as he melees a horde of zombies down like a simple farmer scything away at tall grass. Even when the cutscene ends for the boss fight, he serenely plays while his fingers move vigorously. He seems enthralled and relaxed, so you choose not to disturb him.

As you turn to leave, a kaleidoscope of light catches your eye. There sits your buttercup yellow set up on the adjacent wall. The BT21 gang run across the screen as they parkour through the city.

You smile, remembering when Jungkook surprised you with your custom PC next to his. For a month, you spent every night beside him till work, unfortunately, whisked you two away. You could surprise him with your presence, even play for a bit, but you’re not feeling too hot. You literally feel cold.

You swiftly leave, gently closing the door. Back in the kitchen, you finish your snack before rinsing the bowl and plucking some grapes. Then, you go into the pantry one last time to get some cookies.

Pushing the last one in your mouth, you dust your hands together, releasing a sigh as your chubby cheeks chew.

Feeling satisfied, you walk to your bedroom. Picking up your phone, you see that it’s 10:00 pm. Considering all the work you accomplished today, you stayed an hour over which isn't too bad.

Heading to the bathroom, you begin to strip. Bending to remove your panties, you instantly feel your core contract, sending a shock to your system. “Ooh~ Shit.” You shoot back up, shaking your foot to get your underwear off. You stand, anticipating another throng of pain, but it never comes. “Okay, weird,” you murmur, staring into the mirror, brows raised and lips pouty.

Then you notice how bloated your stomach is. It could be from the food. You typically don’t snack a lot in between meals, but now you feel bad for eating because you know you didn’t have an appetite.

Bending down to retrieve your underwear, you throw them into the hamper before turning on the hot water. When you step into the shower, your whole body shivers, your muscles relaxing. If Jungkook knew you were showering this hot, he’d nag you nonstop. Truthfully, you wish it was hotter. It feels lukewarm, even though the whole bathroom is covered in steam.

The first time Jungkook met you, he confessed that he likes a little masochism with his partners, but apparently, he meant bedroom-wise and not just in general. Though it seems he was able to look past these scalding hot showers and boiling baths to make you his fiancée.

Closing your eyes, you clean yourself of the cold, sterile lab and any perceived germs you might have picked up. Even when you only go to one place and never sit down, you feel like you have to bathe just because of the air.

Once you’re done, you moisturize, put on your -Jungkook’s- oversized shirt, and crawl into bed. Sticking your hand under the pillow, you pull out your big bonnet, slipping it on before flopping onto the cool pillow. And just like that, you’re asleep.

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“Ugh, why was that so easy? This is on Hard?” Jungkook clicks on the menu, checking his game mode to see that he’s right. A deep and heavy sigh resounds throughout the soundproofed room.

The first hour was fun, but now the gameplay feels monotonous. He simply turns the game off, shutting down the computer before turning in his chair to look at your setup.

He misses you so much. He even updated your computer today, hoping he could make your weekend better with some new games.

Pulling his phone from his hoodie, he sees you haven’t texted or called once. He knows you’ve been really busy, but he just wants a moment of your time, a cuddle… Maybe even some cozy love-making.

After shutting your area down, Jungkook comes to the kitchen. His brows immediately raise at the lip gloss stained glass and crumbs on the counter. He stands for a bit, analyzing the scene. Either you’re home or there’s a deranged fan in the house. And oddly enough he wants to say the latter for the simple fact that you're a clean freak.

“____,” he calls, walking down the hallway again. Opening your bedroom door, he sees that you’re knocked out. He sits down on the bed, gazing upon your beautiful face. “When did you get home, Baby?”

He moves part of the bonnet from over your face, getting a better look at your puckered lips and slightly tensed brows. You look like an angry baby all curled up in the fetal position.

But as cute as you are, his own features can't help but harden with worry. Are you okay? Are you sick?

He didn’t see any dishes indicating that you ate a proper meal. He has the mind to wake you and ask just so you can surrender to his care, but he’d hate to see you grumpy, especially with him.

So he does the next best thing by tucking you in real good and placing a kiss on your temple. Then he leaves to take a shower.

When he returns to check on you, you’re still precious as ever. But this time, his will to leave seems nonexistent. He just stands, watching your sweet face scrunch up as you move a hand under your cheek like the daintiest princess.

He misses your touch madly. He wants -needs- you close.

Worse case, is that you kick him -literally in your sleep- out of the room. But he’s willing to take that chance if it means getting to feel the warmth of your body.

So giving into his desires, he slides into bed. After briefly checking the time, he lies down, studying your precious face. It seems odd for you to be asleep this early as you’re somewhat of a night owl, even with an intense job like yours.

He’ll definitely make sure to ask if everything was good at work. For the past few days you've been quite distant. Mute even. You wake up, go to work, come home, eat, and go to sleep without any in between time for him.

Truthfully, there's a sense of neglect stirring within him which he can only articulate as some unresolved insecurity he has because it’s definitely not you.

Chances are you don't mean to do it on purpose; you've been extremely busy. You do something life changing and he's so proud of you. If missing you means you bring someone else comfort then he’s okay with it. He just wants to be by your side while you do it. How could he not when you've already been doing the same for him?

Reaching out, he caresses your cheek. And as he cozies up to you, the scent of vanilla and coconut swirls in the space between you. If he could only follow one path in life, it would be to simply love you without any obstacles.

You suddenly roll into his chest as if urged by the powers that be to fulfill his weeklong -eternal- wishes.

Pulling you into his chest, he rubs your thigh as he drifts off.

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Birds chirp and sunlight beams in your face as you wake up. With heavy eyes and a swollen face, you take your phone from the nightstand. It's 7:00 am.

A sudden shift from behind, turns you around to gaze upon the puffy face of your adorable boyfriend. Caressing his cheek, you admire the jut of his pouty lips and soft slope of his big nose. How could you not love him? How could you not feel a burst of excitement looking at this beautiful man?

You even know his heart. A smile splays across your lips at the thought of what he's dreaming about. There's only innocence and wanderlust in that beautiful mind of his. Even when riddled by salacious thoughts, they’re always coveted by soft and gentle intensions.

And though you’d like to stay put, you’re forced to the bathroom. You feel fatigued and the fluorescent lights don't make your eye strain any better.

Looking into the mirror, your bonnet haphazardly sits on your head, most of your hair left unprotected. With a heavy sigh, you secure it back in place. You're surprised it wasn't up cooking breakfast for you and Kookie.

Closing your eyes, you pee. The steady stream almost lulls you back into tranquility but you manage to wash your hands, turn off the lights, and crawl back into bed still in the cover of your shielded eyes.

Snuggled back up to your boyfriend, your hand gliding over his broad chest and taut abs. You listen to his breathing, smiling at how deep of a sleeper he is.

Looking up, he has an arm thrown over his eyes, shielding the long blade of light snaking across his beautiful, golden complexion.

You two are very adamant about sleeping in total darkness. So you get back up and pull the edges of your black out curtains, vanquishing the remaining slivers of sunlight.

Scooting right back next to him, you lay on his chest as your leg throws over his waist. And you quickly fall back to sleep.

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Waking up, your hand stretches out to find the space beside you empty. You yawn and a shudder ripples through your body, urging you to immediately shuffle towards the kitchen.

You’re cold. You’ve endured the cold one too many times this week and for an extended amount of time you deem unbearable. You need warmth -specifically his.

As you enter, Jungkook’s hunched over the bar, raking his tatted hand through fluffy hair as he sits in his Calvin Kleins. He’s truly the only man you know who can make eating oatmeal look sexy.

Coming from behind, you wrap your arms around his waist, peppering kisses on his naked back. He’s smooth and soft against your lips. Every inch of his body is like a kiss that when you kiss him on the lips it feels as though you've transcended the very concept.

He hums, and you mimic back as your hands caress his sides and abs. Your lips peck up into the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking.

The glide of your tongue against his hot skin renders him motionless, stunning him and tilting back his head as a low moan escapes past his plump lips.

Satisfied, you release him, walking towards the stove to fix yourself a bowl before sitting next to him.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he chuckles. It may not be early morning but he still can't believe you're so touchy after just waking up.

But it's good. It gives him reassurance that his recent thoughts don’t carried any weight. You haven’t forgotten about him, not that you ever did. He's just happy to have something more than a moment of time to spend with you. His beautiful fiancée.

He caresses your cheek before rubbing the crud from under your eyes.

“Don't look at me.” You smack his hand away with an oversized sleeve. “I got eye boogies.” Jungkook laughs.

“You look so beautiful, though,” he coos, leaning in to kiss you. It’s extra sweet from the taste of brown sugar. You melt into it. You need him and you're sure he feels the same way.

“Thank you, Pookie,” you say, give him a timid smile.

After cleaning his bowls, he comes back to sit, swiveling your chair to face him. Eating in this angle is too weird so naturally you freeze mid-bite to pick up the bowl. He watches with delight as your mouth hangs open as you try to move into a more comfortable position.

When you finally settle, he shakes his head, laughing. And you try hard not to, not wanting to begin your day with oatmeal coming out your nose in front of your future husband; mainly because he’d never let you live it down and you're sure he'd manage to sneak the event into his vows.

“I think I'm allowed to look at the woman feeling me up.” He raises a brow as you take a bite of oatmeal while shifting your gaze away from him. Your face heats up as you become antsy in your seat.

“Shut up.” You pout. Ugh! What power does he have over you? Honestly, Jungkook wouldn't be able to say with how hyper-fixated he is with you. And it would be like the two of you to become bewitched by the other.

“Anyway, how was work yesterday?”

“Chaotic like Satan’s asshole.”

“How do you know that?” He quirks a brow. “Is that who you peg when I’m gone?”

You stop mid-bite, staring up at his grinning face. You hold contact, eventually cracking as you giggle and shake your head. This can't be the same man that shows up in compilations titled “Bangtan’s Baby.”

“Don't tempt me, Jeon Jungkook.”

He gently squeezes your thigh. “Kiss.”

“You don't deserve one.”

His lip juts out. “Please.” You stare at his plush pout, admiring his wet inner lip and its pretty two-toned shade. And just above, his eyes reflect the light, sprinkling his deep browns with mini stars.

He’s so pretty. And he’s about to be yours forever in the coming months. Sometimes, you truly forget who's going to be lifting the veil. You’ve honestly considered making him walk with one out of fear that someone would see his face and incite an objection. You know you’d never recover from such heartache.

“____,” he hums, breaking you out of your daydream. A grin spreads across your lips as you lean in to kiss him again. It completely takes him by surprise but he gladly succumbs to your overwhelming prowess.

Cupping his cheeks, you slip your tongue into his mouth, swallowing his moan. He truly wants to know what you were thinking about and if he can satisfy you on this magnificent morning.

You finally release him with a wet smack, leaning in once more to lick his bottom lip. Then you get up circling the island, to wash your bowl. You grin at him aimlessly staring and licking his lips. He’s gone to Kookie Land.

After rinsing and placing the bowl on the rack, you retrieve cups to make juice.

“Baby?” he asks softly, prompting you to hum as you open the fridge. “Why didn't you say you were home?”

You immediately look towards him, almost missing the shelf to place the juice back. “I did. I was just too tired to repeat myself. Plus, I wanted some alone time.”

“Ouch.”

“Kookie~” You pout, worry contorting your face. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

“I know, Baby, I’m kidding.” He smiles, and you melt at his even cuter eye-smile. He’s your baby bun; all tattooed and pierced out.

“Y'know, I almost went to my own room.”

“What? Why?”

“‘Cause I sensed you were tired, but you looked sick, so I didn’t wanna leave you.”

You pout, fluttering your lashes like the sweetest cherub. “You were gonna get sick with me?”

He leans onto the counter, cupping his face. His fluffy bangs bounce with each nod and you instantly become a giggling mess, prancing over to him with open arms as he turns for you to wrap around his neck.

He hugs you tightly, burying his face into your shoulder as he takes a deep breath, and you rub his back, choosing to ignore the way his hands squeeze your ass. You're surprised that work kept you two from intimacy this long. You’ve never gone this long without sex since you began dating. Not even long distance could stop you when video calls are just a tap away.

“Are you sick, though?”

“Mmh~ No, not that I’m aware of.”

His eyes widen. “Did you work with something dangerous?”

“Everything I work with is dangerous, Boo Boo.”

“Well, you know what I mean; like dangerous dangerous.”

“Uh, no. This case was just dirt and blood.”

“Ugh, I don’t know how you do that stuff.”

“Easy, I just don't think about it. Everything is just a substance that needs analyzing. I don't even have to see the victim.”

“Good…” He rubs your sides. “I heard that it messes people up, and… I don't want you to go through that.”

“Well, you never have to worry ‘cause your existence makes me happy.” You squish his cheeks. “You're my eternal sunshine, Jeon Jungkook.” You lean in to kiss his pouty lips, grinning at the way his eyes sparkle in admiration. “Mmh~ mwah!” You giggle as he leans in, not wanting to release you.

Pulling away from him, you wander back near the pantry, grabbing the chips. Then you snack on a few cookies, afterward heading towards the fridge to eat some mixed fruit. The whole time Jungkook watches you, a bit perplexed because you two just had breakfast.

“Baby, you pregnant?”

You whip around in shock. “Boy, what? What makes you say that?”

“You’re eating… a lot.” You push the cookie into your mouth, side-eyeing his gaze. “I think your period was supposed to be this week,” he mumbles to himself, his brow heavy as he scratches his chin.

You almost want to get defensive and ask him how he knows, but that would be stupid because you always look out for each other healthwise, especially when it comes to sexual health.

“Mmh, yeah~”

He just stares. “It's the weekend, Baby.”

“Oh.”

“You check this morning?”

“No~” He chuckles at your minimal response. “But I don't feel anything.”

“This is not good, ____… At least not yet.” He gives you a tiny smile. You've always admired how he leaves the option open, even though you’re not big on the idea of parenthood either.

“Okay, but how? I used the Plan -oop- wait… never mind.”

“Baby~”

“I’m sorry, but that night was so~” You giggle, reminiscing about the transcendent love you two made after Jungkook came home from Japan. You really missed him, and apparently, he was dying without you, too, because even after sex, he wanted to stay nestled inside you.

He sighs, causing you to frown. “It’s your fault too, y’know.”

“Well, I can’t force pills down your throat. I can only force my di-”

“Aah~ I’m finna go get my phone! Bye~”

“Y’know I do it respectfully and consensually!”

He steals a nervous giggle from you as you quickly scurry off to look at your period tracker.

When you return, Jungkook’s darkened gaze is heavy; unwavering, as you try feigning ignorance to his antics by scrolling through your calendar.

“I'm late.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with worry as he does the same.

“How long?”

“Just a week.”

“It could be stress? You worked really long this week.”

“Yeah, but I still need a test to be sure.”

Jungkook gets up, walking past you. You then feel a sting on your ass from him giving you a little slap before he heads to his room to get dressed. “Looks like we're going to the grocery store,” he calls out, seeming excited to go out.

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You hate going out. And you hate public places that are always full. You stick close to Jungkook as you enter the market, taking the basket he gives you. He smiles at the way you cling to him.

He’s a homebody too. But being in the public eye doesn’t give him the nerves as bad. He still wears a hat out and sometimes a mask or high-collared jacket to hide his face, though. But right now, he wants to have a normal outing with his beautiful fiancée.

You make your way towards the aisles closest to the pharmacy. As you pursue the shelves, you see condoms and immediately throw them in the basket.

“Wait a minute. You’re gonna put me on protection?” he scoffs. You simply look at your man. You don’t know where he thinks this is going but you've won either way.

“Boy, bye. You can hardly call this protection. If I really wanted to, I’d ask you to get on male birth control or have a vasectomy. ”

He stirs in silence for a bit. “Yeah, yeah… you right.”

“I know I am. That’s why you need me, Pookie.” Your smile is so bright that it’s contagious enough for him to do the same.

“Anyway, it’s just till I can get more Plan B. Then you can cum in me all you want.''

“____,” he gasps, looking around the empty aisle.

“What, you don't want the masses to know you have a breeding kink? Hm, Jungkook?” His ears turn bright red, causing you to giggle. You walk up to him, rubbing his chest as you look into his big, brown doe-eyes.

You lean into his ear. “It's okay, Baby, you already know I love it when you fill me up.”

His eyes wander your face. There's no way you're this cute and freaky. He knew you were crazy but in public? Being married is gonna be something else.

But to keep it a buck, you don't feel ready for a baby… Yet? Like you really don't know if you ever will be. You know that Jungkook is indifferent but he's heavily leaning towards not wanting any. He would be just as content with you, and you feel the same way. Plus, ain’t nobody havin’ kids in this economy. Period. You’d be a damn fool to even entertain the thought. Like now, but thankfully Jungkook interrupts.

“____, how ‘bout this one?” You look at the pink box in his hand. There’s a little circle with a baby-shaped silhouette inside. Your stomach instantly drops; reality finally sinking in that you could be pregnant. Is it normal to feel this way about something that so many people want?

You sigh, slowly nodding. “Yep, any should do-” Jungkook throws at least five boxes into his basket. “Uh~ Pooh Bear, we only need two.”

He scratches his head. “Eeh~ Better safe than sorry. Right?” You can hear the slight panic in his voice. Oh Lord, you're both freaking out. And if this really is stress you're causing more harm than good. There could be no baby after all this but will your period ever come back on?

“Plus, you're not the one paying anyway.”

Your mouth hangs. “Ooh~ Excuse me, then.” You turn your head, scratching behind your ear as you look surprised. Jungkook knows how to put you in your place, but you’re a brat for a reason.

You turn towards the open aisle and start walking. “Aight then, Mr. Black Card, since we finna play like that. I’m gonna get snacks.”

“We have snacks at home.”

“‘We have snacks at home’,” you mock as your pace speeds up. Jungkook is not afraid to chase you in this store. You swear he thinks it's an episode of ‘Run!’ His stamina highkey scares you. But can you really complain when he’s thrusting into you at max speed, stretching you along his cock for what seems like hours of you screaming his name?

“I'm eating for two now, so…”

“Don't say that.” You hear him whine as you turn the corner.

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You grab gummy worms, some animal crackers, butter pecan ice cream, a two-liter strawberry soda, and even some things for Jungkook.

As much as he complains about you buying more snacks, he could eat you out of house and home. And don’t even get you started on his snacking habits as he’s gaming. You’re not even sure if you can call eating a whole plate of wings a snack. All this tells you is that you and your fiancé eat enough to feed your standard nuclear family, so you feel like you’ve fulfilled your societal duties quite well.

Your phone suddenly buzzes.

Pookie🥺💖 Your basket better not be past the rim

You frown. Why is he trying to budget now? Like you know how much is on that card. He better stop playing with you.

Sleep Demon👹💦 suck my dick babygirl😏

Pookie Ain’t no fkn way… in the store too? I’m starting to think you like being watched🤨 … Actually, y’know what? Bet. Pick a time and date.

Sleep Demon bruh😦

Pookie I take strap like a good girl too😋 Thank you very much😌💅🏻✨ Unlike some brat I know😒 They never just know how to take good dick Least you can do, letting me get you pregnant and shit

Sleep Demon it takes two idiots to make another🤨

Pookie Noooo😭 Screamin’💀 No way you just called our unverified baby an idiot Like I know we are, but damn😫

Sleep Demon you just called it unverify like it's some kind of alien

Pookie Well, it kinda is😬

Sleep Demon oop😦 it's the way we callin’ it ‘it’🙃

You grin so hard because you know Jungkook is doing the same.

Pookie We don’t deserve kids😔

Sleep Demon FTK😈 well, I'm done so👀

Pookie I’m at self-checkout Run stink🏃🏽‍♀️💨

When you meet back up, you check his basket, seeing that he picked up your period essentials: pads, Ibuprofen, period panties, two 52oz smoothies, and batteries…. He’s definitely a keeper.

Jungkook’s seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You wrap around his arm, nuzzling against him as you take in his scent.

You hate your period is about to begin because you’re definitely in the mood to fuck him. And knowing Jungkook, he’d take you up on that offer. He’s a freak, and you’re a self-aware hypocrite, so it works out nicely.

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The car ride home is somewhat silent, save for the light hum of singing from the radio. As your boyfriend drives, you intertwine your hand with his after noticing the way his leg bounces. You look at him, but your smile falters a bit, watching as he messes with his lip ring. He’s nervous.

“Baby, it's gonna be okay. I think it's stress like you said. Plus, I've gained a bit of weight from eating out.” You squeeze his hand. “And y’know if it is, we can just go to the clinic. We’re not fated into this.”

He sighs, ceasing to bounce as he releases his lip. “You’re right.” He squeezes your hand before kissing it.

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Once home, you immediately head to pee with Jungkook not too far behind. After peeing on the second stick, you wipe it off and set it on the counter just a few inches from your boyfriend.

He’s looking at the floor, spaced out but you can see the way he’s biting his lip, twirling his rings, and kicking his legs. You've never seen him this nervous; not even during a performance.

“How ‘bout you pee a third time for me, huh?” You slightly jump at how he abruptly breaks the silence, now staring at your big, wide eyes till your face falls neutral. Is he serious?

“I never thought I’d hear a man I'm romantically involved with ask me something like that.”

“You had no problem the first time I made you squirt.” Your eyes widen. “And that's before you found out it wasn’t pee.”

You gasp. “Hey-” He rushes out the room, clearly not listening to you. You know he’s nervous but shouldn’t you be even more so considering that you’d be the one carrying it. And if Jungkook tends to be this overbearing when it’s just you, you can only imagine he’d be worse than your mothers.

Jungkook comes back into the bathroom with a water bottle, twisting the lid with a pop.

“Aren't you supposed to be a scientist? Like you should know pee from sq-”

“Wait. A. Damn. Minute.” Your mouth drops. “You can’t just talk to me any kind of way,” you giggle. “I’mma damn forensic technician, bruh; not no damn obgyn.”

He just looks at you as if saying ‘I don't know the difference and don't really care.’

You two begin to laugh.

“Lord have mercy.” You beckon him over. “I’ll take the third one -damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You better be.”

“Maybe I’ll reward you.”

You look at him, shaking your head and scoffing. Who is this man?

“Now, open.” You drink half the bottle as he doesn’t let up until he’s satisfied. He looks at you with a darkened gaze the entire time. You like it when he's stern with you.

Jungkook releases and you gasp a bit. Then he finds his place back on the counter and you two sit, waiting.

The wait feels like purgatory. But after listening to Jungkook hum obscure melodies, you work up a steady flow to pee on the third pregnancy test.

When you ask him to check the previous two, you watch his face contort a bit before he tells you they’re negative. He seems surprised.

You finish up and prepare the test, taking it with you into the bedroom. Jungkook plops down beside you, leaning in to look.

“What if this comes back positive?”

“Then it's a false positive.”

“But what if-”

You push him, causing him to fall back onto the fluffy comforter.

You hope it's negative.

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After a while it turns and you let out a sigh of relief, falling back next to him.

“See there, goofy.” You raise your arm as you two stare up at the stick.

“Gimme that.” You roll your eyes, handing it over. “Ugh, thank god almighty!”

You laugh. “I swear you’re just an old church lady. You want to get up and shout now?”

“Don't tempt me. I’ll outdo every single one of them broads.” You chuckle at him.

He was so different when you first met him. This can only be your doing, but then again you wouldn't be surprised if the seed was first planted during American Hustle.

Silence quickly falls as you continue to stare at the stick.

“Now what?”

“We wait for my period to come on.”

“What does that look like?”

“What are you getting at, Jungkook?”

“Just maybe we can get a round in -or two- before.”

“Have mercy, I’ve never seen someone so horny.”

“Hey, it was a suggestion.”

“That you want to be taken seriously.”

“Well, I’ll be careful, use the condom, and a towel just in case.”

“Mmh… No.”

“Alright.”

It's not that you don't want to but you're a little scared, especially after today.

You look over at him. He’s staring at the ceiling, and doing so beautifully: from the slope of his nose, pout of his lips and curl of his lashes. Even the way his hair softly frames his face before pooling onto the bed. He’s like the rarest storybook that you’ve ever had the pleasure of unfolding.

You've missed him so much and yet you never left.

“Jungkook?”

“Mmh?”

“You bought batteries?”

“Yep.” He shakes his head still looking up as his thumbs twiddle. When you look at him, he finally stares back smiling.

There's something else behind your eyes. Something sweet. But also needy.

He immediately sits up, his eyes widening.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, sit tight.” He almost stumbles but quickly sprints out the door. You giggle, loving how excited he is.

You’ve had a really rough week and an even crazier day.

“I’ve been wanting to test it out. Y’know it's got like five sett-“

Jungkook freezes, staring at your sleeping body. Of course this would happen, but it's no big deal.

He just wants to be close to you and that doesn’t always involve the extreme.

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