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explicit-tae · 7 days

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ughh I just came back from re reading the cruel intentions drabbleee, I want to see girl dad jungkook so badd

no but girl dad jungkook that just lets her do whatever she wants, whenever she wants against the mc's will

Punishment

Jungkook cannot help but release a sigh - a sigh so deep from his chest that he has to take a deep breath to regain back all of the oxygen he let out. His hands rub at his temples, eyes closing a bit so he can process the words that the young man before him speaks.

“Who…why are you here?”

Jungkook was tired - simple. He was tired of running this empire that was known as Bangtan. Sure, he wasn’t doing it alone. But it was enough to drive his stress levels high. He often had headaches having to deal with the new recruits - all young and determined, but dumb as shit and often made mistakes.

“You can’t keep hurting the men that work for you, Kook.” Yoongi had said to him one day, scolding him with his tone and those feline-like eyes.

“I-I don’t know what you mean, Jeon-ssi.” the young man murmurs, sitting across from Jungkook as he speaks. He’s obviously nervous, hands trembling in his lap.

“Someone had to have let you on to this job because I sure as hell didn’t!” Jungkook barks, crashing his hand down onto his desk. “I bet it was Taehyung, huh? He always wants to give me his shitty people.”

The last thing Jungkook needed was to deal with more shit - on top of more shit. Over the course of the last few months, he had to pick up the slack of other new recruits. His products were being lost, which meant his money was slowing down (not enough to hinder him, just enough to piss him off) which meant he had clients waiting longer than what they should be.

“I apologize, Jeon-ssi. I should have been more attentive-”

“More attentive to my product?” Jungkook leans forward. On his desk is a brick of what is supposed to be coke sent straight from overseas - what he got was not coke. “Have you ever done drugs?”

The man - boy, he appeared to be in his late teens - shakes his head with wider eyes.

Jungkook turns his eyes to the surrounding men, all standing behind the one seated across from him. They were all seemingly new, some here longer than others.

“This is not coke.” Jungkook murmurs. “You were instructed to check the product before handing them millions of my money, correct?”

“Yes, but-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook hisses. “Now what we got is some cheap imitation of fucking coke and I’m down millions of fucking dollars because of you,” Jungkook points at the wide-eye boy. “and all of you,” he waves his arms around to the surrounding men. “who cannot do something so simple!”

Jungkook wants to ask his hyung’s what they do when their men act foolish if he was instructed to not hurt them. His hand itches to strike each and every one of them and he was trying his hardest to be the bigger person.

Jungkook closes his eyes. “Just take a deep breath…” he hears your voice in his mind; so soothing and calm.

Jungkook opens his eyes and stands. “Tomorrow, you all will be going back overseas and getting me my money back. This,” Jungkook picks up the brick of cocaine - if only it was authentic, and throws it at one man - it hits him in the chest harshly. “is unacceptable.”

The room is silent as Jungkook gives his orders. He doesn’t dismiss them properly and only waves his hands for them to leave. They all scurry off, seemingly throwing one another out the door to be out of the older man's sights.

“I’m proud.”

Jungkook groans again at hearing the voice.

“Jimin.”

“You never add hyung to my name anymore.” Jimin enters the room and behind him, another young recruit. “I’m hurt.”

“Why the fuck is he here?” Jungkook didn’t have time for small talk. “Please…please don’t tell me you fucked up again?”

Jungkook doesn’t have the mental capacity to handle the amount of screw ups everyone has been throwing his way lately.

“Ji-hu…” Jimin pushes the younger man inside the office. “...tell Kookie,”

“Don’t call me that.” Jungkook injects. “Speak.” he then says to Ji-hu.

Jimin shuts the door to the office behind him and leans against him. He is always amused when Jungkook is visibly upset.

“I…we may have-”

“May have?” Jungkook quoted. “You may have what? It’s either you did or you didn’t?”

Ji-hu glances away for a moment. “The heist…”

Jungkook groans loudly, crashing against his seat.

“I told Taehyung-”

“As did I.” Jimin nods in agreement before Jungkook can finish his sentence. “These new batches of men we have are completely useless. You all are always fucking up.”

“Don’t we pay you enough, Ji-hu?” Jungkook stands, rounding the desk and stalking his way towards Ji-hu. “You were appointed leader of that heist because I am well aware of your abilities. You let me down like the rest of them.”

Jimin crosses his arms just as Jungkook slaps Ji-hu on the side of his head. He proceeds to do it a few more times, letting out more frustration than necessary on the poor boy - but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t an amusing sight. Jungkook looked more like a father disciplining his child than anything else.

“I’m sorry, Jeon-ssi-”

“Jimin, where’s everyone else that was on the heist?”

“Outside. Would you like me to get them, Kookie?”

Jungkook glares at his older friend but only nods.

It took five minutes for the rest of the men to return and now Jungkook decides that, however comical it may be to Jimin, that he had to do what was right to shape these men into where they need to be.

Yoongi would be proud that he wasn’t causing damaging harm to them.

Jungkook swings the belt against the younger mens back, each blow slapping against their skin harshly and leaving a stinging effect each time.

“I shouldn’t have to beat you all into submission,” Jungkook hisses, slamming down his belt more on the four men. “I don’t even have to do this to my own son!”

Jimin wants to say it was because Jungkook would never hit Jin-seon - who now is a direct carbon copy of his father at the age of 10, attitude and all. Jin-seon’s behavior is often excused by his father and only corrected by his mother, but knowing how Jungkook was raised, Jimin understands why he allows his son to do whatever he wishes.

There’s a knock on the door that halts Jungkook’s beating to his men. He turns towards Jimin who only shrugs his shoulders.

“Enter.” Jungkook sighs, turning towards the door fully.

The door opens and immediately, Jungkook’s eyes soften.

You widen your own eyes at the four men, all cowering on the ground with welts on their exposed skin. You’re holding a large tray in your arms and you contemplate turning away.

“Appa, look!”

“Jin-ah, appa’s busy-”

Your daughter doesn’t care - she never did.

Jimin watches as Jin-ah, the small 5 year old girl, runs towards her father who kneels down to bring her into his arms. She isn't fazed by the four men who are forming bruises onto their skin as she had seen this before on accident. “They were being bad so appa had to punish them, baby. No need to worry.” was what Jungkook had told her when she asked why a few men were bleeding all over the place.

“Eomma and me made lunch!” Jin-ah is excited, her eyes wide with excitement. She had most of the lunch she prepared herself - a complete mess that only a five year old could make - on a tray and insisted that you and she take it to her father. Jungkook would eat whatever concoction Jin-ah made for him, the worst being ramen cooked in coffee and milk because she knew her father liked them.

“I made the tea.” you sigh, stepping into the room. There was no stopping Jin-ah now. “Um,”

You glance down again to the men on the ground.

“They were being bad, eomma.” Jin-ah says, pointing to the men.

Jimin cackles at this while you only sigh, wishing Jungkook would try better to not normalize what he’s involved with to the children.

“Very bad.” Jungkook hugs Jin-ah tighter, peppering her soft cheeks with kisses. His heart swells when his daughter wraps her small arms around his neck.

“Can I banish them?” your daughter asks when she’s releasing her father’s neck.

“It’s pronounced punish-”

Jungkook is interrupted by your stern hiss. “No! You can’t!” you walk over the men who remained kneeling on the ground to place the tray onto Jungkook’s desk. “Let’s go-”

“I wanna stay.” Jin-ah clings onto her father, nails digging into his shirt.

“Why don’t we all just have a little tea party?” Jimin claps his hands. “Come, Jin-ah, sit on the ground with us.”

Jimin grabs the tea just as Jungkook allows his daughter down. She goes towards Jimin who has set out four glass cups - taken from Jungkook’s liquor cabinet - and into each of the men’s hands. “Pour them their tea, Jin-ah.”

“I-I don’t really drink tea-”

“You’ll drink whatever my daughter serves you.” Jungkook isn’t amused with the lack of respect for his daughter’s hospitality.

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.”

Jin-ah is happy to pour the tea - that barely makes it into their cups and instead is poured on their hands and lap instead. To avoid any reaction from her father, then men remain quiet, dying on the inside at the burns they’ll be receiving.

Jin-ah sits across from the men and speaks about nonsense - whatever cartoon she’s watched lately and what goes on at her school. You shake your head, turning your eyes to your husband. “Really?”

Jungkook has a soft smile on his lips as he looks at his daughter. “She looks so happy.” he murmurs. “How could I say no to her?”

You cross your arms. “I do it all the time.” you murmur.

“I remember how small she was when she was first born. I knew she loved me when she didn’t cry in my arms.”

“You cried instead.” you snort, leaning against his desk at the memories of your daughter's birth.

You suppose it was emotional for Jungkook as he wasn’t able to be there for Jin-seon’s. He was very attentive, determined to witness you during your entire pregnancy. It was astonishing to see your stomach grow bigger and bigger each month.

“Let’s have another one.” Jungkook winks at you suggestively, jokingly. Though he wouldn’t be opposed.

“No.” you deadpan and it causes Jungkook to wrap you into a tight embrace. “Dealing with three Jungkook’s is hectic enough. You truly want me to add a fourth?”

Jungkook only snickers, placing his lips at the nape of your neck. He inhales your sweet scent, a familiar scent of home to it.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Can you please do a jungkook being dad or to be dad ?!?🥹🫠they’re freaking cute

aaaaaah! i love writing dad!bangtan 🥹

ft. established relationship au, unmarried jk & reader, mention of unplanned pregnancy, matching timbs.

No part of your life proceeded as planned.

Somehow, everything you ended up with fell right into your lap before you could think to seek it. One of those sudden discoveries was Jungkook, your now-boyfriend, who crashed into your life four years ago in the most literal sense — on a bike, right into the side of your car.

Things escalated from first aid on the sidewalk to compensatory japchae at a nearby restaurant. When his nose stopped bleeding and your bellies were full, the conversation kept flowing until the restaurant staff begged to be able to close for the night.

You didn’t expect him to stick around for all of that, but you were glad he did.

He became a recurring character in your life after that; promoting himself to series regular in the same way your sporadic coffee dates became part of your daily routine. From the café up the block to your jointly-purchased kitchen table, he was present at your side.

Your pregnancy came about just as unexpectedly. Only a year into your relationship, you pissed on a stick to confirm a hunch. You — perhaps unfairly — expected a negative reaction to that positive result, but what you got instead was partnership. Jungkook’s presence once again communicating his promise to stay.

And shit, did he make good.

For someone who didn’t plan to become a father at twenty-three, he was as good at this as he was literally everything else. A quick study, he could change a diaper faster than you could blink.

Jungkook made it all look easy, too; not exhausting, not frustrating, just natural. He soothed Jungsoo’s crying with minimal effort — usually with a song — and he was especially adept at keeping that smushy face smiling.

Best of all, you couldn’t identify a single moment in which the work felt unequal. He was adamant that parenting was a team sport.

True to form, he turned the dreaded, late-night wake-ups into a competition against himself. He’d set new personal records in both his response time and his resolution time. He’d be back in bed, wrapping himself around you before your sleep-steeped brain fully processed his absence.

Working full-time from home meant that you got to marvel at his talents in real-time. Watching the two of them interact throughout each day, you fell more impossibly in love with both of them. With their unbridled imaginations; their special, shared language; the eerily familiar way Jungsoo buffered through his confusion.

Because of your beloved boys, your house was full of laughter — every single day. You didn’t have to miss a single second.

Sitting at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you, you were halfway through today’s project. Jungkook had taken over the finger-painting session so you could meet your deadline without issue. At some point, though, you noticed a quiet you weren’t used to.

It was too early for nap time, so where was the giggling? The sing-alongs that made up the soundtrack to your day?

In the laundry room down the hall, you heard the door to the garage open and shut again. It was followed by slow, careful footfalls up the wooden steps; then an odd, metallic clatter that prompted you to stand. Before you could investigate further, there they came:

Jungkook, holding a step stool and a shopping bag from the hardware store. The pair of them must have slipped out unnoticed during your conference call earlier.

Jungsoo, holding his father’s hand while keeping plastic safety goggles on his face with the other. They coordinated perfectly with the toy tool-belt wrapped around his waist, and the yellow hard hat on his head.

Both were wearing Timberlands, though the smaller pair had zippers on the sides for ease of use.

“What are you two handymen up to?” You giggled as you placed your hands on your hips. Truly, the sight of them had you swooning; it would’ve been impossible not to smile.

The twenty-six-year-old exchanged a look with his three-year-old colleague; then the former held up the shopping bag. “The playroom ceiling needs a new eyeball.”

He said it matter-of-factly as if his explanation didn’t require one of its own. Jungkook noted the way you blinked slowly back at him, then he cleared his throat with a laugh.

“Sorry — lightbulb,” he corrected himself as he gently patted the top of your son’s hard hat. It shifted slightly at the contact, but Jungkook was quick to fix it. “I’m studying up on Jungsoo-ese.”

At the mention of his name, Jungsoo’s entire face lit up. His nose scrunched as he smiled, leaving his two front teeth on full display. You lovingly tapped the tip of that crinkled nose with your index finger, “I need lessons, apparently!”

Jungkook nodded, then knelt down to consult with his partner. He whispered something that you didn’t catch, and then Jungsoo went rocketing off to the playroom with a whoop. As soon as he was gone, Jungkook stood, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“I can tutor you, baby,” he promised with a cheeky grin, “But my expertise doesn’t come cheap.”

“Oh?” You smirked, “Name your price.”

He kept his eyes fixed on you as he nodded, much more serious when he spoke again, “We can negotiate specifics after bedtime, but I think this construction crew would benefit from a little expansion.”

Leaning up onto your toes, you carded your fingers through his hair and kissed him deep. You pulled away only to murmur against his lips, “There are more eyeballs in this house than there are hands to fix them…”

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Stay With Me Series Collection *completed*

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, angst, fluff, smut

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

Drabble 1 | Preview

Forgotten Memories

Nostalgia

Hope pt.1

Hope pt.2

The Date

Secrets

Take Two

Nausea

Communication

Perfect

Seven pt.1

Seven pt.2

A Star In Your Sky | Finale

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook e2l #jungkook exes #jungkook ex husband au #jungkook drabble #jungkook miniseries #dad jungkook

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jjkeverlast · 2 months

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my thoughts have been drowned out by dad jungkook having a baby boy crawling on his naked chest and tapping his pecs excitedly as he coos when jungkook matches his expression, giggling and smothering his face in kisses and ofc his son loves to nibble onto the tattooed skin, amazed by the patterns and colors when jungkook walks around the apartment to do chores. i will sob.

#lati updates #sorry i’m just #dad jungkook bro #DAD JUNGKOOK

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foxymoxynoona · 3 months

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So...did we ever actually get a drabble with Jungkook getting to hold Kai for the first time after he's born? 🥺 the lil' boy who's made up of him and the woman he's loved for decades 🥺

I got carried away 😅

Story: Amended Characters: Isabella & Jungkook Length: 7,322 CW: Birthing scene with references to cutting cords and placentas and stitches, health complications at birth, stress, fluffy fluff

“There’s evidence of meconium in the amniotic fluid,” were not the first words Jungkook had expected to hear the seconds before his son’s head began to emerge from between the legs of his wife. It was surreal, what he witnessed, it had seemed like an impossible thing –like a cartoon, not something women actually went through. But Isabella was real, really going through this, really clenching her fists against her chest as she curled forward and pushed with everything in her, his tough strong girl who had agreed to go through all of this again so they could do it together. She had known what this was like. He kinda did but, he was learning in the moment, not really.

Watching Isabella go through this pain and being unable to fix it was a guilt second only to knowing the pain he had caused for her when they were younger. Well, he had sort of caused this too… but she had asked him to! Very sexily! How was he supposed to have resisted sex and getting to have a baby with her! No mortal man could resist that.

“Head is out,” the doctor called and Jungkook realized he was both present and not. They had suggested he watch. He would never be able to unsee what he was seeing now, but it was trippy –not just the baby’s head, covered in gooey gunk and some kind of white… cheese looking stuff??-- but this whole image, this whole experience.

“What does that mean, meconium?” he belatedly asked as the nurses encouraged Isabella to wait, not to push, as they quickly wiped off the baby’s face and sucked snarfy sounding stuff out of the nose and mouth. A head of hair he hadn’t expected stuck out at odd angles as the baby’s mouth opened and closed in protest, eyes firmly shut in what looked more like anger as the injustice of this introduction to the world.

Do they look like me? he wondered, feeling like the room had gone still despite the rapid actions of the doctor and nurses.

Isabella yanked him out of it, demanding, “Do you see the baby? How’s it look? Is everything ok?”

“The meconium,” he repeated, not sure someone had answered.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” one of the nurses said. “It may mean nothing, we just want to get Baby really clean to keep it out of their airway.”

“What if it’s–”

Jungkook was interrupted by the doctor calling, “Ok let’s get this baby clear–” The baby’s cry interrupted him, like it was say yeah get a fucking move on here, I’m a head sticking out of a vagina!

Jungkook grabbed Isabella’s hand, wanting to be helpful and involved somehow but feeling absolutely unnecessarily. For most of labor Isabella had not wanted to be touched. It had all moved so much faster than he’d expected. It wasn’t like he could contribute much of anything as Isabella curled forward, face sweaty and red and everything in her clenched as she expelled a tiny human from her body.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he rushed –not quite what he’d meant to say, but absolute admiration for her loosened the words.

“The fuck?” she laughed. “Doctor this man is harassing me.” Her breath was panted, her words a cheat as she stole a break

Maybe those were the first words their child heard from their mother, if the baby could hear anything over the crying.

“One more push, one more push, you’re almost done!” the nurses chanted and Jungkook saw with amazement that a baby from the hips up had now emerged. He couldn’t process that it was real, that this was really happening, that Isabella had not just grown a big belly and that there really had been a tiny person in there all along. Their tiny person.

“I love you,” he said to her, to the baby, to both of them. “You’re so cool, Isabella.” He had the sudden need to rush out as many good things as he could, so the baby would be born surrounded by words of love and kindness. He assumed Isabella had showered Ezra and Lily with love at their births but he knew their “fathers” had not, not the way he did now for them, not the way he would for this baby.

He had wanted so badly for everything with this baby to be different and now he had contributed basically nothing to Isabella’s labor. She hadn’t wanted the massages or the kisses, she hadn’t found it amusing that he’d driven her to the hospital in his cop car with the siren on, and it had all moved too quickly for him to walk her up or down the hall with their arms linked and his words of devotion carrying her through her contractions.

They’d arrived at the hospital approximately eighteen minutes ago and here she was pushing out the baby.

This wasn’t what he’d planned. He wanted to be better than Landon and Stig.

“I love you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said. Isabella grabbed his hand and squeezed it this time with her push –a short one, replaced with a stunned, open face and a gasp. OUt of the corner of his eye, Jungkook saw the baby suddenly slide down, followed by a rush of fluid and the cheers of the medical staff.

“It’s out!” Isabella cried.

“He’s been screaming, didn’t you hear him Mama?” one of the nurses joked.

“Dad, are you going to cut the cord?”

“A boy,” Jungkook cried over his son’s cries, hands itching to grab him and comfort him. He glanced at Isabella to see if that was ok, that they’d had a boy. She had insisted so many times she didn’t care either way but… but a son, a boy might be like him… would Ezra be ok with a brother…?

Isabella was reaching forward, eyes glassy as she called, “Give him here.”

“One second mama, we want to make sure we got his mouth cleared–”

“Does it look like he aspirated–”

“I see some in the mouth but–”

“Dad, you cutting this cord?” the doctor called, stretching an intestinal-looking thing as a nurse held out a pair of scissors. Jungkook took them in a stupor. He didn’t really want to do this thing, it felt wrong to cut a body party, a piece of Isabella and their baby, but in the moment he was too overwhelmed to remember he’d meant to say no. He’d never forget the way the cutting felt in his hand and quickly thrust the scissors back, attention turning towards the baby who was now being dried and looked over, a stethoscope pressed to his chest as his little legs kicked and his hands reaching for a parent who was already failing him.

Jungkook didn’t realize he’d put his hand on Isabella’s head until she grabbed his wrist, her other arm hanging in the air as she called, “What’s wrong? What’s going on? Jungkook, I can’t see–”

“They’re looking at him and listening to his chest,” Jungkook said. Isabella’s panic made his rise. Was something really wrong?

“Hey, what’s going on?” he demanded, leaving her side and striding over to the rotisserie-chicken-heating looking thing the baby was on now. He didn’t know the doctor who had suddenly appeared from nowhere in all the chaos.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Gardner,” she said, “I’m the pediatric specialist here.” She held her finger up and listened again to the baby’s chest, though he’d stopped screaming. It was more of a gentle, plaintive cry now, as if he was giving up on life–

Or comforted by Jungkook’s sudden near voice.

Jungkook shifted the active part of his brain away from the doctor and to the baby –his baby– who needed him.

“Hey, hey little guy,” he cooed, leaning down and reaching right out to stroke a little chubby cheek. He got goosebumps, saying that to his son, to a real baby that was his. The baby’s head turned, wobbly, as if trying to press against his finger. “It’s ok. It’s ok you’re just born now, and your mama is waiting to hold you close.”

The pediatric doctor was rattling things off –a weight, a height, an APGAR score.

“I hear a slight crackle,” she told the nurse writing things down. “Breathing is slightly elevated but hard to say whether that’ll linger. Let’s check his vocal cords…”

“Excuse me, Dad. You can hold his hand but I need his head,” a nurse said, nudging him out of the way to first slide on a tiny yellow hat and then hold the infant’s head steady. Jungkook felt a jolt of alarm as the doctor suddenly slid a massive camera light clamp tool thing into the tiny little mouth. The baby didn’t seem more upset by this than he already was, didn’t even flail about it, though a nurse held his legs still anyway.

“Wait, what’s going on? Is this really necessary?” Jungkook demanded, worried he was already failing his son. He needed to understand what they were doing before they just did things!

“Koo?” Isabella called. “Someone tell me what’s happening!”

“Hands and feet are still bluish but may be pinking up,” the nurse holding the legs said.

The doctor nodded and removed the tool –which Jungkook saw now was just a light, not even as big as his panic had made him think. The baby screamed louder and he felt a surge of anger that no one was answering their questions.

“Excuse me,” he said, not as politely as he intended, and promptly scooped his baby up right from beneath the doctors. There was so little weight to the body as Jungkook’s hands lifted, his skin warm and oddly dry-feeling but with a softness to it he couldn’t describe. Jungkook didn’t know what he had expected, but not for the this newborn to feel like such a baby. He was only minutes old, how did he feel so real?

Unphased, the doctor touched Jungkook’s arm and cooed at the baby, “Good good. I’m sorry, little sunshine, we just have to make sure you’re ok.”

The baby continued to cry. He was so small! And yet, not quite as small as Jungkook had expected. Sorah had been miniscule, and Amelia just about. This baby felt bigger than Sian and Parker and Sam had been, but maybe he just didn’t remember? Jungkook tucked the baby down into the crook of his arm, nestled against his chest, and took it all back; suddenly the baby felt tiny! Impossibly small! He felt like his arms were too big and awkward despite ample experience holding even very fresh babies. Many times! Not quite as fresh as this one.

He was moving on fumes now as he bounced and hummed and tried to believe this was real.

“It’s ok, you’re ok, shhhh, I’ve got you.”

“Jungkook? What’s going on?”

“We can go to mom,” the doctor said, touching Jungkook’s arm. She had a smile on her face which soothed Jungkook because it had to mean nothing was badly wrong, though he couldn’t quite fight off the resentment that this doctor had already upset his baby and delayed his comfort and not even answered his questions.

He turned away from the chicken-roaster and saw Isabella watching with absolute terror that seemed totally disconnected from the doctor and nurses still working between her legs. She looked completely ignorant of that, her whole attention trained on Jungkook and the baby. Everything right now was so weird.

The baby gave a full body shudder and a nurse suggested, “I’ll get a diaper.”

“Who cares about a diaper,” Jungkook snapped, offended she’d think he was afraid of whatever the baby might produce. He was just born! Jungkook was his dad, he didn’t care, let babies be naked! “A blanket? Please.” It was tacked on. Politeness wasn’t at the front of his mind right now; his baby needed things and what, they were worried about some pee or poop? If that would make him feel better, he could poop all he wanted!

Jungkook’s throat felt thick as he tucked the baby higher, pressing his jaw gently to the hatted top of head as he carried him over to his anxious eomma. It was crazy. It was unbelievable. He was holding the baby and he couldn’t even make sense of that yet because it actually didn’t feel that weird at all, of course he was holding his son, hadn’t he always been holding his son since the dawn of time? Wasn’t this all just a really nice dream?

A nurse held out a blanket but first Jungkook lowered the baby into Isabella’s waiting arms, then took the blanket himself and tucked it around the baby. Isabella’s gasped and immediately pushed the hat off and stoked the hair and chubby little face and papery-thin ears as tears spilled over.

“Oh my god, our baby. Look at him.”

Only then did Jungkook more fully appreciate that he had held his son for the first time. His real living breathing in-the-world son. The baby’s cries quieted to a single final chirp of complaint and then nothing, just peace on his mom’s chest. Jungkook decided the baby had been real a moment ago, there was this haze of unreal around everything until Isabella and the baby were together. Now it was real. Impossible, but real.

“Oh my god,” Isabella said again. “He’s got so much hair!” Jungkook laughed and reached out to stroke the baby’s face again too, leaning close on the bed beside Isabella, ignorant to the bustle around the room. That was just background noise now. All that mattered was that suddenly they had a baby and Isabella was holding their baby.

He felt complete in a way he had not known was missing. Him, Isabella, Ezra, Lily, Gidget, and now this baby to tie them all together, he felt whole. He suddenly desperately wanted everyone here so he could hold everyone at once. His heart would burst.

“Was that you?!” Isabella gasped, looking up at him. The whining noise had come from him, not the baby at all, though it sounded like a baby noise. He tried to explain himself but only a cracked non-word came out and he blinked rapidly against the tears. “Oh my god you’re going to cry,” Isabella giggled. Her face glowed with sweat and effort and joy and Jungkook wasn’t surprised at all the way their son stared adoringly up at it. What a beautiful first view.

“I’m trying not to,” Jungkook admitted and laughed as his eyes threatened to run over. He pressed his face to Isabella’s shoulder and drew a deep shaky breath. The blanket moved against his chin, a little foot cycling. “Hey, are you trying to kick me already?!” The baby was a solid warm lump under the blanket, so warm Jungkook couldn’t believe it as he patted the little butt he’d been shown so many times on the ultrasounds.

“Ok, I’m sorry to interrupt again, we want to draw some blood,” the pediatric doctor said.

“You have to take him?” Isabella asked, shifting as though trying to sit up. The doctor down south told her not to move, so Jungkook slid his arm across her, trying not to notice that there were stitches happening in a place stitches shouldn’t be. How was Isabella not pay any attention at all to that?!

“In a moment, but you keep holding him now. Often that helps a baby improve and wake up, which is what we want to see, he’s still a little sleepy. Right now we’re just going to stick his foot. I will explain while the nurse does that. We noticed meconium in the amniotic fluid right before he was born. Meconium is the baby’s first stool, it’s this blank inky stuff–”

“We have two other children, I remember it,” Isabella interrupted. The joy was gone from her face, she looked so serious at the doctor. Jungkook could read her mind. Spit it out already.

“The concern is whether the baby aspirates the meconium into his lungs. If so, it can make it difficult for him to get the oxygen he needs. The good news is, he looks really good, his color is good, he is responsive and strong. There were no signs of fetal distress during labor and you delivered quickly, but a quick delivery can be hard on a baby too. I do hear a slight crackle in his lungs,” the doctor continued. Jungkook watched the nurse grab their baby’s tiny foot with a needle and resisted the urge to push her away. The baby didn’t seem to notice or care anyway. He was just… existing against Isabella, breathing quickly like he couldn’t quite trust the air of this new world.

“That’s bad,” Isabella said. “Is that why he’s kind of breathing fast? Does he need oxygen or something?”

“It’s not good but we don’t know if it’s bad yet. We’ll run a blood gas to look for low blood acidity, low oxygen or increased carbon dioxide. The most accurate way we can look to see if he’s aspirated is with a laryngoscope, which we’re setting up now.”

“Right now?” Isabella asked with alarm. “He was just born!”

“The last thing we want is your baby not getting the oxygen he needs to do well,” the doctor explained. “If he needs to go on oxygen therapy, better we do that quickly.”

“But…” Isabella trailed off, face distressed, but she was already shifting to hand it over. “You can check quickly?”

“I don’t understand, he’s in danger?” Jungkook tried to catch up.

“We hope not but we want to make sure so we can react quickly. Your baby’s APGAR score was a 5, which means–”

“He needs help,” Isabella said. “Take him, do what he needs! But tell me what’s going on!”

Jungkook felt like he’d done the wrong thing bringing the baby over now. He didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t what he’d planned. He and Isabella were just supposed to snuggle their new baby now; he wasn’t supposed to trail after the doctor carrying his son back to the chicken oven where medical staff had set up several tools next to an incubation bed. Just the sight of that was terrifying and known. It meant something was really wrong.

Jungkook barely held himself together as the baby was braced again and the doctor slid an actual camera this time down the tiny throat. Jungkook wanted to push them all away but was frozen with the terror of it. What did it mean if the baby didn’t have enough oxygen? He didn’t understand in a real way, only that it was bad. What was happening to their baby?

“Faint staining,” the doctor said, looking at a grainy image on the small monitor that meant nothing to Jungkook. He wanted to scream at the awful image of his newborn child with a camera in its mouth. This was wrong, this was a nightmare.

“Very faint though,” she said as she withdrew the tools and set them on a tray for a nurse to carry off. “Let’s recheck APGAR.” Jungkook could only stand there as they ran through a series of questions again –about baby’s skin tone, response to thwacking on the heels, a pulse check, temperature. Jungkook felt like he’d shit himself, he was so anxious, but mindlessly called things over to Isabella before realizing she’d just delivered the placenta. Did he want to see it? No, he told the nurse; how could he care about that when they were listening to his baby’s lungs again? Also, kinda gross…

Suddenly the baby jolted and cried out.

“Ah! Sorry, little one, was that cold?” the doctor grinned and shared a smile with the nurses. She concentrated on listening and nodded, then glanced over her notes as the baby began squirming.

“What’s happening?” Isabella called again. “Someone tell me!”

“Your baby’s APGAR score is improving,” the doctor called back. “That’s good. That’s very good.” She slid her finger along his arm and palm and smiled when little fingers curled around it. “That’s better. That’s better, little one, you’re waking up.”

“Oxygen?” the nurse asked.

“Set up for the chest x ray, let’s do that since I saw the staining but… but these signs are good… come, let’s get baby back to mom for now.”

Jungkook wasn’t thrilled the doctor picked the baby up this time, after the nurses had added a diaper. Something about the diaper seemed wrong, like they were already trying to clean the baby up when he and Isabella just wanted to be with the baby, no diaper needed, just them. He trailed along as the doctor whose name he’d already forgotten returned the baby to Isabella’s chest, offering her a reassuring smile. Isabella looked terrified and Jungkook didn’t know what to do about it. He wasn’t sure his touch would be comforting since it hadn’t been for labor, so he just hovered beside her and watched.

“Good news, mom and dad, baby’s looking a little better. I do see signs of meconium staining on his cords but it’s very, very faint which hopefully means he aspirated very little. The crackle is still in his lungs. This is all very slight but something we want to monitor closely. His heart rate is picking up and his breathing is slowing down, all very good signs. We’ll redo the blood gas in a few hours as well but there’s a balance to strike between making sure he’s supported and not being too aggressive with anything that will tax his little lungs.”

“So what does that mean?” Isabella asked, bless her, because Jungkook didn’t understand a fucking thing.

“It means he is looking better by the minute despite aspirating the meconium so right now I want you to take the time you want to do skin to skin like you are, try to nurse him, just love on him. But we will want to watch him closely for the next few hours and if anything changes, put him on oxygen, so you’re going to see a lot of us until we’re sure he’s all right.”

“Should we do that right now?” Isabella asked. “I don’t want to hold off just for my sake–”

“No no, I promise I would not risk anything. Right now the best thing is for him to be surrounded by you and watched. When you sleep though, we will want to take him to the nursery for close watch, ok?”

“I’m here,” Jungkook reminded. “I can watch him while she sleeps.”

The doctor smiled and agreed, “Yes, absolutely. I will explain the things to watch. But both of you should rely on medical staff while you are here to get the rest you need to take care of him at home. We may have him stay here a couple extra days.”

“In the NICU?” Isabella asked.

“I don’t think he needs NICU as of now, we’ll just keep watching. He is seeming stronger by the minute, we just want to make sure we’re quick to react if that changes. See, he’s rooting, that’s a good sign too.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like she’d tossed a bucket of stress over them. He watched the baby with more anxiety than fascination as Isabella went through the motions of stroking his face and pressing her nipple into his mouth –something that seemed old hand to her after two kids but Jungkook thought was pretty fascinating. The pediatric doctor remained to watch too, a whole party of nurses as well, but Isabella didn’t seem to mind the audience.

“Is it bad?” he asked her quietly, hoping she would know more and could give him an answer.

“I don’t know… he looks so perfect… I think if it was really bad they’d have him on oxygen so they’re just watching…” She looked nervous. Conflicted. He resented that the doctor had interfered with their joy. He felt like worry was making him miss everything.

“Ready to move her to a room?” a nurse at the door called.

Jungkook trailed after them, not sure how he was supposed to fix any of this and angry that they hadn’t had more than a minute to bask in each others presence after birth and terrified that a big hand was going to suddenly reach down and steal his son away before he even got to know him.

The baby had been born shortly after seven o’clock in the morning. It was weird to get messages from family members about delivering the kids to school, about work, wanting to know when they could visit and asking for pictures. Jungkook hadn’t even taken pictures during labor or immediately after the baby was born. Another failure. He tried to make up for it in the room, snapping photos of Isabella exhausted but mooning over the baby, the baby snuggled against her chest, the baby trying to nurse because Isabella said that was fine to photograph.

Eomma and Appa came by right away and couldn’t believe a whole baby had been born in such a short period of time. Soona came too, and Gina. They all fluttered around Isabella and the baby and Jungkook was glad to have something to do, taking pictures, fetching Isabella water and food, reciting the things the doctors had said even though they didn’t make sense to him. He wished he could believe everyone’s assurances that the baby would be fine, but they didn’t know.

Soona went with him for the baby’s x-ray because he insisted, needing to feel like he was doing something for his baby. His sister was a doctor, no one would refuse to answer her questions, and Soona would tell him what they were really saying. It was all so scary. It didn’t matter that the doctors were saying things were improving, there was still that crackle in his lungs, and they decided to start him on antibiotics because he was running a fever, and Jungkook worried worried worried. A newborn baby shouldn’t run even a small fever! He was glad to have his big sister there to ask the right questions.

It was several hours before family left to let Isabella rest before more family would come by later. Jungkook nodded seriously when Eomma told him to be firm if they wanted fewer visitors –that was another thing he could do. But he knew Isabella would want the kids to come by and meet their brother as soon as they were out of school. He hoped the baby would be healthy and strong enough; it wasn’t risky, right? And–

“Jungkook.” He went at her call in an instant, leaning down on the side of the bed. “You’re worried,” she so wisely detected.

“Yeah.”

“But he’s doing ok,” she said.

“Shouldn’t they put him on oxygen just to be sure?” Jungkook asked. He’d made the mistake of looking up on his phone what it meant to aspirate meconium in a quiet moment. Low oxygen at birth could cause all sorts of brain trauma. They might not even see it for months or years. He might seem fine now but then get worse later.

“Koo.”

“Hm?”

“Snuggle down with me.” She shuffled over as best she could in the bed, and he kicked his shoes off before balancing on it with her, not trusting it would hold them both until it did. The baby had fallen asleep on her chest, sound asleep, mouth open, perfectly at peace.

“What if he’s got brain damage?” Jungkook whispered, afraid the baby would hear.

“Then we do whatever he needs,” she said. “But it wasn’t much meconium. It’s light staining. His blood gas wasn’t bad.”

“But–”

“I know,” she murmured. “Everything is so scary. Everything can go wrong and they’re so little and you feel so helpless to do anything. I feel that terror too. But look at him. He’s here, and he’s strong, I can tell.”

Jungkook had to admit the baby did look healthy and peaceful. He looked less blue and more like a little plump puffy baby. He didn’t even seem to be having a hard time breathing right now; his whole chest didn’t convulse like it had off and on all morning.

“Is he breathing?” Jungkook suddenly gasped.

“He’s breathing. I can feel it. He’s just content right now,” Isabella said. “He’s good.”

“He’s good,” Jungkook repeated.

“We have a baby.”

“We have a baby,” Jungkook repeated, then added, “And I only cried a little. There wasn’t time to cry.”

“I know. That was scary but… but it’s quiet now.”

It was. It was so quiet and peaceful. Isabella was a beast and seemed to have come through labor as if it was nothing, which he did not understand.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, realizing he hadn’t in a few minutes.

“I’m still fine, Koo,” she laughed. “Puffy and sore. They’re going to come tell me to try and pee soon and I’ll probably cry about that. I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“You should rest. You… did a lot.”

“You think?” she giggled.

He stroked her face to get her to look up so he could kiss her and finally his touch seemed welcome. He hadn’t had time to entertain the fear it would be permanent, that space she wanted, but it was gone now anyway, just a figment of labor. He could feel she was sleepy by the low energy of her kiss, warm and soft and lazy.

“It’s so different,” she murmured.

“What is?” he asked. He kissed her forehead, his hand dropping down to rest against the lump of the baby because he needed to be part of this joyful love too. Whatever happened, the baby was loved and wanted and Isabella was right, they would figure out whatever he needed if something did go wrong later on.

“This part,” she answered. “It’s so weird. When Ezra was born, I almost felt bad for Landon because I just had this instant connection with the baby, he was mine and… and I think Landon felt very left out. He didn’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re amazing, Koo. When he was first born and the doctor had him over there and I didn’t know what was happening but you were there.”

“Doing nothing.”

“Being there. When Lily was born, you know it was just the two of us, me and her, and that felt right too. I would have liked to have a partner there but not Stig. He didn’t belong in that moment with me, meeting my daughter. She was never his. And this time… honestly, I was kind of afraid I would resent you being here.”

“Resent me like… being present at all?”

“I’ve never been someone’s wife. I’ve never had a partner the way you are. Just… people who interfere, Landon, Stig… failures as parents… I was a little afraid the baby would be born and I would just want him in my arms and everyone to go away, even you.”

Jungkook swallowed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had similar fears but it was terrifying to hear Isabella admit them. She’d fought so hard to protect and raise her children, and he’d never done this before, he fully expected his bumbling might make her defensive.

“But seeing you hold him, it feels the same as if I’m holding him,” she said. “There’s nowhere in the world our kids are safer than with you.”

Relief flooded Jungkook’s body.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Koo. Labor sucks and I couldn’t have done this again without you.”

“You seemed to do just fine,” he mumbled, abashed by her affection.

“I know I didn’t want much touching but… but you were here. And you listened when I said something and you nearly shoved that elderly couple out of the elevator so I could get in–”

“I thought you were going to have the baby in the hall,” he chuckled. “They thought so too, everyone was jumping out of the way.”

“I almost did!”

“It went faster than I thought it would.”

“Me too. My perineum isn’t happy about it.”

“Ah, the tearing…”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

“I’ll still eat there all the same but–”

“Jungkook!”

“We’ll wait until you’re all healed up and then I’ll take care of things,” he assured her, overjoyed by her scandalized glare.

“You just watched a child emerge from my vagina. I would think that’d cool your engines for a while–”

“No way. You’re so cool, Bella.”

“Here, take him.”

“Oh do you need–”

“No, just you hold him now. I bet he won’t even wake up, he’s so out. Maybe he’s going to be a heavy sleeper like you.”

“Is that bad?” he asked.

“Having a baby who sleeps well would be the greatest blessing.” He was barely listening to her because she’d started to drag the baby towards him, the whole little burrito. At the last second Jungkook recalled all the conversation about skin to skin and yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it away.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… they said that uh, skin to skin with dad is–”

“You’re so cute,” she grinned, and dumped the baby burrito onto his chest. He was so warm Jungkook thought he must still have a fever though the nurse’s said the fever was gone. His hands and feet were now a healthy pink that Jungkook hadn’t even known to hope for.

He adjusted the little one against his chest –who, as Isabella suspected, barely stirred. His face rubbed against Jungkook’s pec and for a second he thought the baby was rooting and would wake up, but he just relaxed and slumbered on.

“What a lucky baby to have two parents with big tits,” Isabella mused.

“I’ll scream if he goes for my nipple.”

“Count on it.”

Jungkook’s laugh trailed off. He was too mesmerized. Dark hair peeked out from beneath the cap, feathery soft over little skin rolls at the back of his neck. He wasn’t swaddled, just draped with a blanket, his little body curled up like he’d probably been inside Isabella. He was so, so new, so fresh. Jungkook knew within weeks, months, years this baby was going to turn into a little person but it was hard to believe right now. Jungkook slid his thumb into the little fist, long papery fingernails barely a scratch against his skin. He had that feeling again he’d had earlier: I am complete, my family is complete. I’ve been waiting for you and now everything is good.

“Maybe we should have let Ezra and Lily skip school so they could come sooner,” Jungkook said. “It feels wrong they haven’t met him yet.”

“They’ll meet him soon and have every day with him. Enjoy the quiet now.”

“That’s true… I just miss them…”

“What are we going to introduce him by?”

“What do you mean?”

“What should we name him, Jungkook,” she snickered, and kissed his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head, briefly again distracted by how amazing she was to have delivered a fucking baby and now just be hanging out talking to him like it was no big deal. She hadn’t even cried. He’d cried from constipated shits before and now she was asking him what they should name this baby she had made?

“We had that list of names.”

“You choose.”

“What?!”

“You pick his name,” she said again. “As long as it’s not something I hate. No Wolf.”

“But you gave birth…”

“And you’re his dad. I got to name our first two.”

Jungkook studied the little face pressed to his chest. He tried to fit a name to this person, but how? Nothing fit. He was a brand new baby, a blank slate. There was no personality yet to tag a name onto, only a little potato with a head of dark hair and a history of scaring the shit out of his parents from the first minute.

But there actually was a name on the list that had seemed familiar to him from the moment he’d written it down. Isabella had not seemed to react any particular way to it, but she hadn’t struck it out, and he’d been almost afraid to point it again in case she didn’t like it. He wasn’t sure where he’d even heard it, it had just lodged in his brain.

“Kai,” he said.

“Kai?” she repeated. “Kai Jeon?”

“It sounds cool, right?” he asked hopefully.

“It sounds like a manga character,” she said, then grinned. “The protagonist. I like it.”

“Really?”

“Ezra, Lily, and Kai. It sounds good together.”

“Yeah, I thought so too!”

“So you’ve thought about this.”

“I just liked the name… OK, and what about Ronin for the middle name? The ronin were samurais who no longer served a master or family, only themselves… kind of like wandering knights… That’s cool, right? Ah, too geeky?”

“Kai Ronin Jeon sounds cool.”

“And it’s kind of like Ezra Ryan and Lily Eleanor… and Kai Ronin… it sounds good, like you said.”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Hi, Kai. You are going to have a way easier time learning to spell your name than I did so you’re welcome,” Jungkook murmured, patting the little cushy diapered butt. “Kai.” He felt a joy course through him. Yes, the name was right, he felt it in his heart. The baby was right. The family was right. The woman was definitely right.

He wanted to say that, to tell her how much this meant to him, to tell her that he recognized the miracle it had taken for them to be together like this and married and having a baby, and that she had done most of the work. He wanted to tell her he would never take this for granted, that she’d been willing to do it all one more time with him even though the last times had been so hard for her.

What came out was, “Hey I look pretty good for a dad of three, huh?”

“If you weren’t holding him, I would push you off the bed.”

“You look banging as a mom of three–”

“Jungkook��”

“Your tits are…” He trailed off, realizing they were definitely getting bigger. He’d know. He studied them carefully.

“Yeah, I think my milk is coming in faster this time, so he better have an appetite. I can’t believe he’s over nine pounds…”

“Yeah, is that good?”

“It’s big.”

“Is it? I don’t know baby sizes. He seems bigger than my nieces and nephews were.”

“It’s big.”

“He’s strong,” Jungkook decided.

“I think it’s mostly his head. He got your head.”

“Wha? I have a normal sized head.”

“Tell that to my fourteen stitches.”

“Is it really fourteen?!”

“I don’t know, I made that up, I wasn’t listening –he’s awake.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped immediately down to the little face, to the little dark eyes cracking open. His brow and mouth were scrunched, making him look very grumpy to get woken up.

“Oh hey look at that scowl, he’s definitely yours, Bella–”

“I swear to god, Jungkook.”

“Ah, I think he’s doing that breathing thing again,” Jungkook frowned as the baby began to breathe with his whole chest again. “I’ll give him to you to nurse and get a nurse to check him again.”

“You think we should?” Isabella asked and Jungkook was floored by the question, by the way she looked up at him, by the trust he felt from her. She was the one who’d had babies before! But she was relying on him as the father to help make sure their baby was ok. That Kai was ok.

“Yeah. I’d rather check too much and annoy the nurses than wait too long if he needs oxygen, right? I’m sure he’s fine but I’ll get the nurse.” He felt puffed up with the responsibility of it as he gently eased Kai over to Isabella. Kai let out a cry of complaint, just a little single yowl, and Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat.

“You like me already, huh?”

“Your tits are better,” Isabella teased.

“Definitely not true, sugar butt. I’ll be back.” He said it just to get her huff of annoyance at the saccharine pet name. Good. He loved Isabella grumpy with affection. He loved her needing him and trusting him and pulling him close when it would be so easy for her to push him away in her exhaustion and fear over their baby.

He hadn’t felt like it wasn’t true, but he felt for sure now that they were in this together. Maybe that was partly where the sense of completeness came from, not just from holding Kai and feeling like his family was complete, but this bone-deep proof now that he was Isabella’s –to have, to hold, to rely on– in a way he thought he never could be.

He went off to bother the nurses again, gladly, because there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his wife and kids.

Isabella felt it too: that connection, that worry, that relief, that wholeness.

Kai would be all right, she believed it because she had to, and because he had his daddy to take over when Isabella couldn’t. It didn’t matter if Jungkook didn’t come into this with the parenting history she did. He was Kai’s dad, and he wouldn’t quit until he got it right, until Kai had whatever he needed –just like he had with Ezra, and Lily, and Isabella.

Kai was perfect, just as both her other children had been. She had the most wonderful children in the world, and any of her fears that blending a family would be hard vanished when she held Kai. He belonged here, and Ezra and Lily would feel it too, just like they had with Jungkook even before she did.

Jungkook came back, chatting animatedly with the nurse. He’d been up all night with her once the labor pains started, trailing her like a duckling as she paced the house, timing them because she was impatient and couldn’t remember to do it, bringing her ice water, keeping his distance when she said she needed space, jumping to her side when she needed someone to lean on.

“I think Kai needs a new diaper,” she shared as Jungkook and the nurse reached her. She peeked in the back of the diaper to confirm because these early meconium poops were odorless and easy, but she’d sensed it in the way he had just curled and relaxed. She was right. Maybe some of this baby stuff would come back to her, more easily than she had feared.

Jungkook stretched his arms out, cracking his knuckles, then beamed, “All right, let’s get diaper duty started, huh? We’re going to ease into this, right, Kai? Start me off with some non-threatening stuff, yeah?”

Jungkook’s gasps of horror at the tarry stools a moment later had Isabella suppressing the laughter, her body too sore for this kind of thing.

God, every time she didn’t think she could possibly love Jungkook anymore than she already did, she found she could.

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kookluvre · 2 years

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gold is dull. || jjk || masterlist.

your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were.

“momma! please take me to golden boy's fight! he’s fighting here! in our hometown. please, momma. for my birthday? i wanna see him in person!”

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff

warnings: financial struggles, mentions of off-screen death, angst, blood, fighting, mentions of pregnancy, *will be updated with every chapter *each chapter will have a warning tab

posting schedule: new chapter every tuesday!! (unless otherwise noted)

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➺ chapter 1

"jungkook, the person you once believed was the love of your life, has turned into the stranger of your life."

♫: Come on Doom, Let's Party

➺ chapter 2

"it’s not a warm feeling, though. It’s something in between. it still feels strange. It’s the middle ground between cold and warm."

♫: Heal

➺ chapter 3

“you and me are never going to be okay. but…even if we aren’t, for him we are.”

♫: High Hopes

➺ chapter 4

"it’s slowly pulling him and he seeks a distraction to let himself enjoy everything before it completely consumes him."

♫: Falling

➺ chapter 5

“very happy that you are able to live with all this,” you spin around, imitating him, “with no remorse. no guilt. no conscience of leaving everyone behind. of leaving me behind. but who gives a shit, right?”

♫: lie

➺ chapter 6

"the look holds a certain longing to do more than just stare at each other. you feel the door that was opening up slowly, be slammed to its complete openness. the gaze has left you right at the entrance of his warm home."

♫: never let me go

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Can you write "Baby kicks" for Jungkook? 👶🍼

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synopsis; in which Jungkook feels your baby kick for the first time and nearly gets KO’ed in the process.

pairing; boxer!dad!jungkook x pregnant!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, domestic au, slice of life au, pregnancy au, drabble

warnings; BOXER koo, DAD koo, those are pretty much all the warnings you need tbh, oh and minor suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit (cause I couldn’t resist hehe)

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,003

a/n; this request got me in my FEELS let me tell ya. it’s been so long since I’ve written for daddy!koo and I can’t thank you enough anon for spurring the inspiration to bring him back! hope it helps you and your daddy!koo needs as well! don’t be a silent reader! <3 like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer (and many others!) motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

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One swift punch left, one jab right.

The onslaught seemed to be never ending.

Jungkook pauses in his workout when he hears you let out another groan within the span of less than five minutes.

The punching bag in front of him swings back and forth like a pendulum, and he watches it for a moment, getting lost in a state of zoning out.

“Jesus!”

You try to muffle the way you used the Lord’s name in vain with the sleeve of your sweater (Jungkook’s actually), biting into the thick material with your teeth clenched so hard that when he whips his head to look at you he can see your jaw muscles tighten considerably.

His eyes soften, facial features dropping at your very obvious discomfort. Pivoting on his bare feet, he walks off the thin, blue mat and towards your slightly hunched over figure. While he walks, he takes off both boxing gloves and shoves them underneath one armpit to hold. Using the other hand he uses the back of it to wipe off the sweat that drips along his forehead, the last hour and a half of his workout having taken a toll on his body.

Kneeling down in front of you, he winces when he hears a pop from one of his knees, a sign of his ripe age of 30. Your loose hair is hanging in front you like a shield, and though he can’t lock eyes with you, he can hear your muffled snicker. It makes his eyes narrow.

“What was that, y/n?”

Your entire body grows rigid when his voice penetrates the silence and you slowly sit back up against the back of the chair, hair now only half shielding your face so he can see atleast one eye and half of a sheepish smile spread across your guilty lips.

With a light puff of breath, you blow the hair away from your mouth that settles itself there at your new position. Before you can do it yourself – a slender, tattooed hand rises within your vision to push your hair back and tuck it behind your ear. The same hand begins to caress your cheek, one thumb running over your jawline slowly that has your eyes beginning to droop from how nice it feels, but when they get half closed, they widen open once again at the light pressured pat on your cheek.

He taps once. You glare.

“Hey!”

He taps again. You secure your hand over his.

“That’s for snickering at my popping knees.”

You pout cutely, brows furrowed in mock anger. He makes a point to rub the middle of your forehead to erase the wrinkles when he frees his hand from yours. Your once feigned angered expression scrunches into one of pain when a sharp punch hits you within your stomach.

Both of your attentions get drawn instantly to your bulging 37 week pregnant belly. You both just stare and wait.

What looks like a tiny little foot makes the surface of your skin stretch up and mold into it for a split second then just as quickly disappears as soon as it comes, leaving your belly jiggling lightly in it’s wake. At the sight, even Jungkook flinches along with you, him not expecting to see such a strong kick from your baby.

His hand presses down on the spot you both just saw your baby kick, and once again, you both wait. This time it occurs again, but not as harshly, just enough for Jungkook to feel it against the palm of his hand. After your baby retreats, Jungkook gets an idea. Instead of placing his hand back on your belly, he begins to lower his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I just chugged some banana milk not too long ago so this babe is really feeling it now.”

“What banana milk?”

Oops. You forgot that he doesn’t know that you know he has a secret stash kept at the gym. Cat’s out of the bag now.

The sheepish look appears on your face like earlier, and deep within his gut he just knows.

“How long?”

You make a show of popping your lips, lightly drumming your fingers atop your belly as you answer, voice small and barely audible. He leans his head further towards you to hear you better, unknowingly putting himself in the perfect position to be within the danger zone.

“Y/N~.” He warns lightly, voice becoming sing-songy as he stretches out your name purposely.

“Koo~.” You mimic him perfectly.

“How long have you known about—,” he sucks in a sharp breath with a hiss, retreating back from your figure with a hand rubbing the side of his face to nurture the sore spot he just received. Not expecting the sudden punch, he lands flat on his ass from losing his balance that was already wobbly as he put his full body weight on his feet due to kneeling.

“Jesus fuc—,”

You slap your hands over your mouth with a surprised gasp, attempting to stop the bubble of laughter that was building steadily within your throat. The action causing your already moving belly to move even more. Your eyes began to water from holding your laughter in, light bursts slipping through your pursed lips. When his piercing glare diverts from your belly and onto you do you finally let it out.

Throwing your head back, he can’t help the light twitch of his lips as he bites back a smile at your bellowing form. You start stomping your feet on the floor as you laugh that causes a slightly annoyed look to appear on his face.

“Ha. Ha. Laugh it up, baby. You’ll be paying for this later at home, where your knees will be popping when you’re the one kneeling.”

He laughs humorlessly, sardonically even, arms crossed over his chest that makes his muscles flex deliciously, a sight that has your lips parting of their own accord and thighs rubbing together.

That shuts you up.

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 3 months

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SUMMARY: In which you teach your daughter a very important life lesson.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jungkook x wife reader

WORDCOUNT: 640

WARNINGS : Fluff fluff !!

A/N: A very small Drabble while you wait for other Fics in my Wip…… and @jungk97kwife to help me with this Drabble ❤️….. I hope you all will like this one 🩷 . Inspired from this .

Exhaling a sigh, you see a very giggly Na-Eun in front of you sitting in her pink teddy bear-shaped cushion chair with a small Sanrio plushy in her hand and some heart-shaped marshmallows, it's been a while since you have taught your girl a very needed life lesson, but your baby seems in a very naughty mood.

Trying again you deepen your voice and speak “If a strange man says, Na-Eun lets go eat cookies, what will you say?” Hoping her to say “no” a loud cheer of "I like it" resounds the Hall. “No baby, you have to say no!”You tell her again and she beeps out a loud “No”.

Giving her a kiss on her cheek of praise continuing you then ask her to return to the deep voice… “If he says, let's go eat ice cream, what will you say?”wanting her to say no she wiggles on her seat which makes you a giggling mess at her antics she says “Good”

Face-palming you tell your baby to say no and a cute NO resounds again, hopping she will get the next one correct you go ahead with the next question “What if a stranger asks, let's go swimming?”eager to hear her a loud “No” is heard.

High-fiving her you move on for the last round before you both practice, taking out your phone, you get her ready and start asking her the same questions again and she answers them correctly until when you tell her you are going to send it to her dad, messing on the last one you don't stop recording and think you will just type out her being camera shy at the end.

“Good! Tell him, go away”Again teaching her something new she follows perfectly behind you and tells her to make a “whuh,whuh”action which she ends up raising her hands and making a “shoo away” motion.

Jungkook on the other hand amid an important meeting, felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the screen, and upon seeing your name, he excused himself. He held onto the message just to reply with a ‘👍’, hoping you’ll understand that he wasn’t able to check it out As soon as he was done with his meeting which stressed him out enough, he opened the video and the sight of his daughter on the screen immediately softened his expression. 'Maybe it was a great idea to leave the message for later’ he thinks in between himself as he admires the video, his heart-melting the second he senses her giggles.

He couldn’t help but feel full of pride, his little girl was growing up, learning important lessons, and handling them with such grace and confidence.

Of course, he was in awe of your patience too, something he was missing sometimes such as earlier during his meeting, and he felt a wave of appreciation for having such a wonderful companion in raising their child.

He quickly typed a response back, his fingers barely able to keep up with the rush of his thoughts. KOOK❤️: Cute, so proud of her . KOOK❤️: Doing an amazing job love ❤️ KOOK❤️: Don't teach her everything without me though.

He couldn’t help it, he shook his head in disapproval at himself, at the way he was feeling sarcastically jealous at the thought of you taking over the teaching. KOOK❤️: Can't wait to get home to you. And with that he’s back to his work, motivated again just because he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and come back to his family; cause every decision he made, every effort he put into his exhausting work was for his family only. And knowing he’s got an amazing companion at home who’s making sure his princess is growing up healthy, made him realize that all his hard work was worth it.

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - drops of love 23 💌 🍼

Summary: jealous oc and CK JK

recommended song: from now on by The Features

“Years went by and nothing changed

The love we shared just stayed the same”

Jungkook is too busy shooting for Calvin Klein to notice the dirty looks the makeup artist keeps giving him, and you do your best to ignore the ugly feeling you swear to Jungkook you don't have: jealousy. But when she touches what doesn't belong to her, it's a different story, and there's a limit to how much a pregnant, hormone-ridden wife can take.

"The hell was that??", you asked when they give him a break between the photo shooting.

"What?", Jungkook asks, confused with your harsh tone all of a sudden.

"Tell her to get her hands away from you", you glared at the woman on the other side of the room, and Jungkook chuckles, amused by your mad face. "You look cute when you're jealous, babe. And even hotter."

"What? I'm not jealous. Never say that again.", you frowned at him. "Just tell her to keep her hands to herself, so I don't have to do it for her."

"She's my makeup artist, babe.", Jungkook tries to reason. "It's her job."

"Last time I checked there's no makeup on your biceps, Kook!", you say louder and Jungkook can barely hold a laugh.

"yah! Stop laughing!", you hit him softly in his naked chest. "I can't peel a parilla leaf, but you can have a girl touching you all over?? How is that fair?"

Jungkook reaches for both of your hands and kisses it. "Two things: First, you can't peel a parilla leaf for anyone else but me, and second: the only girl that can touch me all over is you. Okay?"

You ignore the blush reaching your face as you stared at the woman again. "Just pass my message to her, Jeon"

Jungkook nods, loving to see your jealous side. You rarely talked about it openly, but he knew you were more jealous than you liked to admit. He couldn't say it didn't turn him on, watching you all jealous and ready to pick a fight over him, even tough he couldn't care less about any other woman who wasn't you. But, being the eternal prankster, he decided to tease you a little. "I get it, babe... I won't let her touch me more than she wants to, ok?"

You glare at him, and Jungkook can't keep his face serious.

"What are you laughing at? I don't see anything funny…"

Jungkook pulled you by the waist, letting you feel the warmth of his chest. "I love you and only you, YN. Nothing will ever change that. You're the only one for me, and I don't care if anyone wants me or looks at me... I want YOU to look at me and YOU to want me. Got it?", he pulled you in a kiss that it was less appropriate for where you were than you would like to admit.

"Got it.", you replied, still out of breath. "But I mean it. It's not fine that she keeps touching you like that, and I don't say that just because I'm jealous, Kook. She looks at you like she's gonna eat you alive. It's disturbing and not professional. Tell her to back off, so I don't do it for her. I'm serious."

Jungkook agreed. It wasn't the first time people did that to him. Not only touching his face and body like it belong to them but saying words that could mean more than only they were saying. And you were right, it wasn't professional. He usually tried to shrug it off and pretend it was nothing but if he was honest, it was really uncomfortable.

“Okay, babe. If she flirts with me, rest assured I’m gonna tell her to fuck off and that I have a wife who I’m very happy with.”

"Good. I'm leaving now.", you give him a quick peck, getting up and grabbing your purse, but you couldn't help yourself from giving the shameless woman a piece of your mind.

"Let me tell you something: my husband's not up for grabs. Keep your hands to yourself and be professional. Don't be a disappointment at what you seem to do so well so far."

You looked back, checking to see if Jungkook had witnessed the scene, only to be met with a smiling Jungkook giving you a thumbs up and a wink. "Love you, pretty girl", he mouthed before you left.

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drawballa · 1 year

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Checking in on our little family, someone come tuck them in properly <3

#jikook #jikook fanart #dad jimin #dad jungkook #jikook family AU

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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heart to heart | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook has to cancel his date with you as an urgent matter rises – according to his ex-wife at least.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 1,893

content; jk being a very good dad to jihoon :(

warnings; lowkey angsty(?)

a/n; this drabble is to show y’all what the urgent matter was in the previous drabble and to show that jungkook actually does talk to his ex-wife about his new girlfriend :) enjoy!

DISCLAIMER; !! OC IS NOT IN THIS DRABBLE AS THIS HAPPENS BEFORE/AT THE SAME TIME AS THE ‘QUESTIONS AND DOUBT’ DRABBLE !!

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“I’m so sorry.”

Guilt and frustration are two things Jungkook hates feeling and it’s exactly what he feels the most right now as he repeats the word ‘sorry’ over and over again. The soft and slightly defeated sigh on the other end of the phone making it even worse.

“I know we had plans but Minji said it’s urgent and I-“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, your voice slightly strangled in a weak attempt to hide your disappointment.

Jungkook’s ex-wife had called about ten minutes ago, asking him to come over as soon as possible. She hadn’t elaborated but she sounded worried and all the worst things possible came to Jungkook’s mind – stuff like Jihoon sad, Jihoon hurt, Jihoon sad and hurt. Every possible scenario had ran through his head as he grabbed his essential things like phone, keys, and wallet before heading out of the door. While in the car to Minji’s place, he had managed to call you to cancel your plans about dinner date tonight.

It’s Jungkook’s weekend without Jihoon so he had seen it fit to take you out for dinner and then spend the rest of the weekend in bed, basking in each other’s presence before Monday and responsibilities would roll around again. It happened so rarely that he’d have you all to himself for a whole weekend – he can’t even remember the last time. But now even more time will pass before he gets to spend a whole weekend doing nothing but eating and sleeping and fucking.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” Jungkook apologizes one more time despite knowing his words won’t do much to soothe the disappointment you’re probably feeling right now. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kook. Rain check?”

On the other end, you sound like you’re forcing a smile but you can’t do much to hide how disappointed you’re feeling. Jungkook sighs heavily, hating that he’s the one ruining your plans for the weekend.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” he softly says, the guilty tone of his voice giving him away.

Minji’s house comes into view as he reaches the outskirts of the city. Once he’s parked in the driveway, he stays seated after turning off the ignition. His phone stays pressed to his ear, a frown on his face as he spots Minji and Jihoon through the windows. Minji is carrying a pajamas-dressed Jihoon in her arms, running a soothing hand up and down his back in order to calm him down. An action both she and Jungkook have been using ever since he was a baby.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” Jungkook softly says into the phone, eyes locked on Jihoon. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Kook, it’s fine. Just call me when you’re back home.”

The softness of your voice calms him yet tugs at his heartstrings because he knows you’re disappointed. But he also knows you’d never say that – especially not when the reason for canceling is Jihoon.

Another heavy sigh leaves him as he gets out of his car and heads inside of Minji’s house, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jacket. He leaves it in the entrance hall before stepping further into the living room. Minji looks relieved as soon as she sees him, eyes filled with concern and a frown on her face.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks, wondering why his son is already in his pajamas at barely 7 pm on a Friday night.

Without a word or sound, Jihoon reaches for Jungkook, silently pleading for his comfort with sleepy eyes and a tiny frown on his face.

“Hey, buddy,” Jungkook coos and takes him into his arms, heart aching as his son cuddles up against him, small arms wrapped around his neck and his face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. The heavy, tired sigh that leaves Jihoon’s small body tells Jungkook that whatever that is bothering him is taking a toll on his him.

Minji runs a hand through her dark brown hair, sighing deeply as she shrugs helplessly, “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Jungkook moves to sit on the couch, keeping Jihoon in his arms. Minji joins, watching as Jungkook examines Jihoon’s face for any sort of abnormal differences. The only thing that stands out is the immense tiredness etched onto his face along with a small frown. Jungkook holds his palm to his forehead, trying to decipher if he might have a fever.

“He’s burning up,” he mutters, smoothing his hand over his son’s head before cuddling him close again, arms wrapped around his small body. “When did he start acting like this?”

“Well, I made dinner and he was perfectly fine until it was time to eat,” Minji explains. “Then all of a sudden he just turned really pale and he didn’t want to eat anything… I tried to get him to eat just a small portion but he refused.”

“Did he throw up?” Jungkook asks.

Minji shakes her head, “no… not yet at least.”

Silence engulfs them, the only sound being Jihoon’s light snores as he dozes off in Jungkook’s embrace. Seeing Jihoon like this makes him feel terrible. No parent enjoys watching their children become sick.

“It’s probably just a virus,” Jungkook decides, mostly to calm Minji but also to calm himself. Jihoon is usually very playful and energetic, especially on the weekends because that means he’s going to spend time with mommy or daddy. But right now, he’s nothing more than a shadow of himself, drained of energy and pale, burning skin and shallow breaths as he sleeps in Jungkook’s arms.

“God, I hope so,” Minji frowns, “I hate seeing him like this.”

Jungkook presses a kiss to the top of Jihoon’s head, running his hand up and down his back in that soothing action he’s found comforting since he was a newborn baby.

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “me too.”

It only takes a few hours before Jihoon’s body gives in to the stress of being terrorized by the unwelcome virus. Minji barely got to find a bowl in the kitchen before Jihoon was throwing up. Luckily, Minji made it to him with the bowl before he threw up all over the white rug in the living room.

Jihoon did not find it very fun to be throwing up, his whimpering cries shooting daggers into Jungkook and Minji’s hearts as they tried their best to comfort him while his body got rid of the virus. It’s not fun to be throwing up but sometimes it’s the only way to get better when the body has been infected with a virus that usually isn’t there.

Two hours later Jihoon is fast asleep in his bed, already looking much better. Jungkook exits his room, leaving the door a bit open just in case Jihoon calls for him or Minji. Once he enters the living room again, Minji watches him as he slanders across the room to join her on the couch. A heavy sigh leaves him as he sinks into the cushions, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your plans for Friday night,” Minji says after a beat of silence.

Jungkook shakes his head, “don’t be.”

Silence overcomes them once again. It’s almost as if they’re afraid to speak with one another in case Jihoon calls. Both of them want to be sure they hear him if he does.

As they sit in silence, Jungkook’s mind wanders to you. He wonders what you’re doing now that your dinner plans got canceled. He hopes you’re not too upset about the whole thing. He would hate for you to feel upset, especially since he would be the reason.

Maybe you’re hanging out with Mina instead. He hopes you are – rather that than you being by yourself on a Friday night because your boyfriend canceled your dinner plans.

“Jungkook, you’ve been frowning non-stop for ten minutes,” Minji pulls him from his thoughts. “If you keep it up, it might stay that way.”

A humorless chuckle leaves him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Minji smirks to herself, watching as his face morphs back into a frown again not even a second later.

“And now you’re frowning again. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh at his ex-wife’s comment, picking up the stuffed animal that’s laying on the couch next to him, fiddling with it.

“It’s nothing.”

Minji scoffs softly, “don’t tell me it’s nothing. I’ve never seen you frown for that long in one sitting. Is it ____?”

Before he knows what’s happening, he’s nodding in response to her prying question. Minji mutters a quiet ‘I see’. Jungkook doesn’t know how or when he and Minji’s relationship changed but he never thought he’d talk about his current girlfriend with his ex-wife.

Tonight really has been odd in all sorts of ways.

“What happened?” Minji asks, too curious to stop.

Jungkook shrugs, “we had a dinner reservation at some fancy restaurant, you called, I canceled our plans.”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” she frowns.

It’s hard to believe she’s actually sorry after all the stuff she’s said to and about you ever since you came into Jungkook’s life. However, there’s something about the tone of her voice that tells Jungkook that she means it, that she feels bad for interrupting you and Jungkook’s plans for the weekend.

“It’s whatever,” Jungkook mutters, waving a dismissive hand in the air, “I’ll cancel anything for Jihoon.”

Minji smiles at that, “I know but that doesn’t mean you have to.”

Jungkook glances at the woman next to him; the woman whom he thought he loved when he was barely an adult, the woman whom he accidentally knocked up during New Years when he was just twenty-two years old, the woman who birthed his firstborn child. The woman who gave him the most precious, prestigious role in his life; being a father.

“How can I not?” Jungkook asks, “he’s the most important thing in the world to me, Minji.”

“And he knows that,” Minji tells him, “even if you’re not around every time he’s sick. The only reason I called you was because he kept asking for you. We would’ve figured it out even if you hadn’t come over.”

Her words tug at his heartstrings. Jihoon had been asking for Jungkook, for his dad. No wonder he wanted snuggles as soon as Jungkook arrived.

“I’m really sorry for ruining your plans with ____.”

Minji offers him an apologetic smile, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Jungkook smiles in return, feeling grateful that his usually overprotective, slightly arrogant ex-wife can feel apologetic for something.

It’s a rare but nice sight.

“I can tell that she means a lot to you,” she then says, “it’s nice to see you happy, Jungkook.”

Confusion takes over Jungkook’s features as the comment leaves her lips. He was happy even before he met you, hence why he’s confused as to why she would say something like that.

“I was happy before?”

Minji gives him a knowing look, “happy and in love.”

With that, she gets off the couch and heads towards her bedroom. Jungkook stays seated on the couch, trying to grasp what his ex-wife just said. Before he can ask what makes her say something like that, she glances over her shoulder.

“Goodnight, Jungkook. Call your girlfriend.”

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kookiesandcreams · 1 year

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Can you pls make jungkook scenario where he a overprotective dad because his daughter is so beautiful and angelic many boys and girls have crush on her like other members sons and children fight for her, she gets many confession and proposals for her school, he so possessive about her (fluff ♥️ daughter has black hair and blue eyes, age 11-14 ,idol father jk pls pls )🥺🥺

Pairing: mom oc × dad jungkook

Genre: heart melting fluff

Wc: 750 word

A/n: so I tried my best to write and I hope you like it hun <3 ong the scenario you suggested is so lovely! @jewel-19102005

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"Don't you think those are too short?" He did his famous side neck.

"No, jungkook," you shook your head.

"Ready for school, Aria?"

She nods and carries her backpack and strides towards the car. You and Jungkook follow her. The weather looked clear and pleasant, perfect day for you to hang out with your friends or wives of other idols.

"Baby, the girls and I might visit Hyun-ae unnie today since the weather looks perfect. She hasn't had a day off in while because of the twins. So, I want you to tell Yoongi Oppa to be home early, okay?"

"Uhm, about that—"

"I don't want any excuses." You cut him off in between.

Sneaking a peak at rear view mirror you smile at yourself when you see her petite figure dozing off in the backseat. Aria has been growing up beautifully. You know teen life is hard and full of changes. You were also aware how a lot of boys from her class had a silly crush on her. But you trusted her with making correct decisions. Jungkook could be hard to deal because of his possessiveness and his over protective tendencies. But you think, as a girl dad it's legit.

The trip to school was short and sweet. Jungkook parks the car in the parking lot and ushers Aria out of the car. Well, you knew it wasn't gonna be a simple trip to school though. As soon as Aria was out you saw Su-bin walking towards her. What you also saw was Jungkooks jaw clenching.

"Hey kiddo, why do you always follow her around?"

Su-bin just shrugs at him and begins walking behind Aria.

Jungkook does his classic jaw clench and walks to the car, slightly frustrated and worried. Once you both settle in the car, you hold his hand and squeeze it as to give him some reassurance.

"Hey, Kook, I know you are worried about her and what would happen to her buy trust me, Aria is a nice, responsible girl. Just because we became parents at a young age doesn't mean Aria would act recklessly as well.."

"I know, babe, but—"

"No, I mean it Kook. And if you ask me I wouldn't exchange what I have now for anything in this world."

"Yes, I know that. I just you know-" he is silent again. Not the uncomfortable one but a peaceful and thoughtful silence.

"Babe, do you remember how hard things were for us? Your health was fragile and finance was tight. Even the members were skeptical about our decision of keeping Aria."

"And now? Everything is perfect Jungkook! I love what we have. I love this little family we created."

"Your life was at stake, Y/n. I couldn't think straight. It was messed up." You noticed slight rise of tone in his voice. Vulnerable Jungkook was rare, but you know his family means everything for him.

"But we figure out the stuffs together, bun." You play with his hair and slide your hand on his back, comforting him. Your breathes are the only sound you hear right now. Everything is calm. You pull out your phone and dig through the gallery.

"Look here." You grab his attention.

All alert and out of his trance, he bends forward to get a good view. It's a picture of Aria if when she was four. Jungkook chuckles as you see moisture gathering in his eyes. His otherwise doe eyes, now glossy, make you feel emotional and take you back to the time when things were hard for the both of you.

"She has my hair and your eyes. And I swear to God, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as our princess." There's a serene smile adorning his face.

You stare at that beautiful picture of Aria, her silky black hair and deep blue eyes. Some of her teeth were missing, and overall, it just made the picture look cuter.

"Let's get coffee and then you can drop me off to, Yoongi's place. Also, later I want you to drop Aria and Jaden off to Oppa's house. We may go out to eat. Sounds good?"

"Are you kidding me? Jaden definitely has a crush on her. No I'm leaving Jaden at school."

You raise your eyes, "are you serious, babe? We just talked about it now. And I'm sure Namjoon oppa wouldn't be happy to know you left his son at school."

He just shrugs and shakes his head, "yeah, whatever. I'll see."

"Switch that protective dad mode off." The both of you laugh and proceed to the café.

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explicit-tae · 1 year

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missing the dad jk moments 🤞🤞❤️❤️

I miss writing them 🥹👋🏾 Dad JK was really everything, makes you forget how fucked up of a person he was 🤣

#anon #dad jungkook #we miss him dearly #i should do a drabble with jungkook & jinseon #cruel intentions

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Amended Drabble but it’s just morning snuggles in bed with the kids and them being all domestic and the cutest!!!

Story: Amended Characters: Jungkook & Isabella and kids Words: 1630 Cw: fluff fluff fluff

Jungkook rolled over, half awake, just enough to realize something lumpy was behind him and he shouldn’t crush it. He rolled the other way instead, but something heavy on his feet tangled them up in the blankets. He hated his feet being tangled in blankets and tried to kick them off.

“Stop kicking me,” Ezra complained. Confused, Jungkook lifted his head from the pillow. The middle schooler stretched clean across the foot of the bed, no pillow, but the Switch tucked up in his arms, leading Jungkook to the conclusion he’d come in here to play video games and fallen back asleep. Why in the world he’d come to their bed to do so was beyond his understanding, considering there was an entire house full of beds, couches, chairs, and beanbags.

The lump his instincts had told him not to crush let out a sleepy sigh and shifted, one little foot flopping dangerously close to Jungkook’s crotch. The attention he focused on bending his knees and grabbing her foot to protect himself left his face open to her fists flung out, one of which connected cleanly with his cheek. The other tangled itself in Isabella’s hair, still sound asleep on Lily’s other side. A small pool of drool leaked from Isabella’s mouth to pillow, a testament to how deeply she slept in the windows between Kai’s bottle feedings. Of course Jungkook took half of them, and he was sleeping a whole four hours now in between bottles, but Isabella had never once slept through even a sniffle even when it was Jungkook’s turn to get up.

As if cued, a little chirp and squeal came from the co-sleeping crib nestled against Isabella’s side of the bed. Jungkook saw Kai’s little feet lift into the air followed by chubby little hands not quite reaching his own toes. He’d been working on that for a few days now, trying to grab hold of those deliciously thick little feeties. Jungkook could understand, he grabbed them and nibbled every chance he got, much to Kai’s delight. He finally understood why people were always doing that. How could you resist?

Before he could even think of reaching for Kai, Isabella sat up –eyes still closed– and pulled Kai from the crib. Kai chirped happily and grabbed at her face.

Also with her eyes still closed, Lily offered, “I want to hold the baby.”

“Huh?”

“Stop kicking me,” Ezra said again, even though no one was. He rolled over, only to let out a yell as he nearly fell off the foot of the bed. Gidget sprinted over to lick his face and Ezra rolled further up the bed, sputtering.

“Here, Bella, I’ll take him, you go back to sleep,” Jungkook offered, reaching past Lily’s grabbing hands to take Kai. Isabella handed him over and Jungkook felt himself fully awaken at the bright smile from his son. “Are you going to be a morning person?” he asked the baby, amused at the sharp contrast between Kai’s total alertness and the other three lumps in the bed.

“I’ll hold him,” Lily said again. She sat up but wasn’t quite awake enough yet and wound up just wrapping her arms around Kai and Jungkook both. Isabella blinked and reached out to rub Lily’s back as Ezra rolled further intentionally.

Suddenly Gidget jumped up onto the bed and pounced right on Ezra’s stomach. He oomph and nudged Gidget away with a, “Down, Gidget.”

“Off, pup,” Jungkook added. Gidget was not supposed to ever be in the bed, now that Kai was here. But Gidget was in the bed, and the realization of this alongside maybe recognition that Jungkook’s hands were full and everyone else was too slow to shove her off yet awakened a fire in Gidget. She began to leap around the bed, landing on arms, legs, stomachs, rolling into everyone as so many bodies twisted beneath the sheets, everyone shouting at her to cut it out.

Isabella managed to grab hold of Gidget and while selfishly Jungkook thought Gidget must be a little jealous not to be in his lap, she actually seemed quite happy to lick the bottom of Isabella’s chin as Bella stifled a yawn.

“Hi Kai. Morning Kai. Morning baby Kai,” Lily murmured, sliding around Jungkook’s lap so she could wedge in more comfortably. Kai immediately grabbed at her eyes, not the most fun habit he’d developed recently. Lily just twisted her face into Jungkook’s shoulder and Kai turned up to grab at Jungkook’s, settling for flicking his hands against Jungkook’s mouth.

Ezra squirmed up to take Lily’s abandoned space and admitted, “I’m stuck on my level, can you help me? Don’t do it for me but just help me figure out what to do.”

“Oh is that why you’re in here?”

“Yeah but then I was tired and I just went back to sleep,” he said, eyes drifting closed again as he scratched Gidget’s head. “Lily was snoring and everyone was so cozy.”

“I don’t snore,” Lily complained and tried to kick him. Gidget thought it meant time to play and attempted to squirm out of Isabella’s arms and pounce on the moving blankets, but just tripped over Ezra’s legs. Kai giggled and managed to hook his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth and when he rushed to pry them out, he didn’t realize that pulling his arm away from Lily would send her tumbling to the ground.

“AGH!” she cried, laughing as she scrambled back onto the bed. Kai had a fierce grip on Jungkook’s lip, like a little lobster, so Jungkook couldn’t even apologize right away, but Gidget had already rushed to comfort Lily, licking her face and nearly ball-crushing both Jungkook and Ezra in the process. Isabella let out a noisy yawn and rolled onto her side, away from everyone, as if she would just go right back to sleep.

“OK everyone pile on mommy,” Jungkook decided. She started laughing even before anyone moved, despite how quick the kids were to take Jungkook’s suggestion to heart. Ezra threw an arm and leg over her to spoon, Lily slithered across them both like a snake, Gidget plowed her way across the pillows to lick Isabella’s ear, and Jungkook settled Kai in front of Isabella so she could get the full power of his little coos and smiles as he reached for her eyeballs. Isabella caught his hands quickly though, and kissed his knuckles while also grabbing Lily and trying to tickle Ezra with her foot. The volume of giggles and puppy barks shattered the final remnants of morning sleepiness. Kai wasn’t quite audibly laughing yet but his little coos had already changed the soundtrack of the family and maybe it wouldn’t be long before his laughter became a part of these mornings too.

Free of everyone, Jungkook enjoyed a big stretch and a noisy yawn and pushed from the bed, “Ok, guess I’ll go for a run or something since Isabella’s got the kids–”

“No, we need breakfast!” Lily cried, clambering off of her mother. Isabella grunted at the impact.

“What about my game?” Ezra added, sitting up to dig for the Switch in the blankets.

Gidget took a flying leap off the bed and danced around Jungkook’s feet as if to say You better be taking me on that run!

Isabella just sat up, pulling Kai to her chest, and arched her eyebrow at Jungkook, not even dignifying his joke with a response. Obviously he wasn’t going to just peace out on his family. He didn’t run much these days and eyed the scale nervously, but there just wasn’t the time to work out as much as he used to and if that meant he put on a few “new baby” pounds in order not to miss a moment in these early days, so be it.

“All right all right, breakfast and video games. Want me to take Kai too so you can wash up?” Jungkook asked, holding his hands out for his son.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Wash up for what?” Isabella asked, narrowing her eyes.

“You had a little… little bit of drool here while you were sleeping,” he teased, scratching at the side of his own mouth. Isabella kept Kai but did throw a pillow at him as Lily and Ezra laughed about their parents teasing each other.

“I’ll take eggs with my toast,” Isabella informed him. “Make a pot of coffee too and cut up some fruit?” She gave him a sassy look, as if taunting to see how he’d respond to the bossing around. But she was so soft looking with her messy hair and puffy face and sleepy eyes and their baby boy suddenly fixated on the necklace she’d slept in, probably too tired to remember to take it off. Picture-perfect family.

“As you wish,” he grinned with a low bow.

“I want Nutella on my toast,” Lily announced, while Ezra added, “I want bacon too. But hold the coffee.”

“Ok wait, I’m not actually a line-cook here. You’re both helping me.” He began to walk, leaving Isabella to change Kai. It was only a matter of time before Kai demanded his bottle, so Jungkook needed to get the water heating anyway. Ezra and Lily and Gidget all migrated with him, bickering about breakfast but in a light-hearted, playful way. They would help a little, then get distracted and wander off, pulled into games or books or other trains of thought. Jungkook would forget to start the coffee but Isabella would do it without complaining. They’d all look at the deep snow outside and debate whether it was worth bundling up to play in or if they’d be better off staying inside by the fire. The weeks were busy but on this cozy Sunday, they had no plans until dinner with his family, and so the morning could stretch out as long as they wanted to. It was perfect, even when Jungkook overcooked the eggs.

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