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Please Love Me: The Honeymoon | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship, husband JK; fluff, smut

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, making out, breast play, straddling, not too explicit smut but: oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, lounge chair sex, wall sex, vanilla sex, talks of insecurities, lots of cheese and lots of loving (18+)

Word count: 16.3k

Summary: You didn’t think you’d be here, but you are. Fiji is beautiful, and you can’t think of a better place to spend your honeymoon with your husband than here.

A/N: This is the follow-up to Please Love Me that I’ve been meaning to write and muster JK was all it took and I got a little carried away. I’ve never been to Fiji and I’ve been dreaming of doing so and it was fun to write up a whole vacation fic with husband JK set here. Lots of fluff and comfort in this one and my writing has evolved (I think?) since I first wrote the mini-series and this may not be plot-heavy but it reminded me why I love writing! I hope you enjoy this one ☺️ Also to my hype woman @btstannies, I feel like we’ve come full circle with this one! ;)

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You look out the tiny window and marvel at the scene of the tranquil ocean waters, vast and majestic below you. Looking at it already makes you hear the sounds of the calm waves, makes you taste the saltiness on your tongue, makes you feel its hypnotic and serene effect.

Right next to you, your husband seems to be doing the same. He already looks relaxed, something you’re immensely thankful for, given how the stress he’s been under the past months has taken so much out of him.

You turn back to the view and huff in excitement as the cerulean blue ocean transitions to a turquoise color as the seaplane you’re on nears the island.

“It’s so beautiful,” Jungkook peers over you, the wonder evident in his voice, like it’s the first time he’s seen something like this.

“It’s as if you’ve never flown over the Caribbean or skydove over the Atlantic Ocean, Kook,” you giggle, recalling all the photos and stories from his half-year break after university that he loves reminiscing about.

“Yeah, but this one’s special,” he hums, and you could feel him smile next to you.

He kisses your shoulder before he settles back to his seat, the pilot announcing your arrival at the resort.

As the door opens and you’re greeted with the sing-song sounds of the locals, you’re overcome with joy and excitement. Since the development of your relationship with Jungkook some time ago, the planning for the honeymoon commenced immediately.

Jungkook was so excited and wanted to leave right away, but unfortunately, you both work in unpredictable environments and much as you wanted to get away to your tropical island to enjoy the sun and “do all the sextivities you want, as much as you want,” like how your friends put it, it just wouldn’t happen. You both wanted at least 2 weeks of vacation and your schedules wouldn’t align; one always had something important to do or some other country to be in.

Jungkook was holding out until “life stopped getting in the way” so he could enjoy his time in the islands with you that it got so pushed back, even reaching your anniversary, but after countless rebooked flights and packed and unpacked luggage bags, you’re finally here, in the place that your uncle raved about for its beautiful beaches and unmatched hospitality.

You immediately get what he’s talking about as you’re serenaded by an ensemble right as you enter the lobby. The resort’s owner welcomes you with fresh coconut and flower necklaces in hand.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jeon,” she greets. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is ours, Ms. Raj,” you bow. “My apologies for all the postponements and change in plans, even up to the last minute. We can’t imagine how troublesome it must’ve been for you,” you say.

“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about. You and Mr. Jeon live such busy lives and we’re honored to even be accommodating you here,” she responds.

“I thank my uncle for the recommendation, but really, we saw the photos and fell in love immediately,” you smile, recalling how the night after your first I love you, Jungkook pulled up the resort’s website and decided this was it.

You should’ve guessed that your uncle would choose to book you your own private island complete with a personal butler and a chef, but true to form, you and Jungkook opted for an over-the-water bungalow instead. It’s still in a secluded part of the resort and being able to jump in the water off the balcony right as you wake up was too tempting for Jungkook to give up.

A map and list of activities by the front desk catch your husband’s attention as you chat with Ms. Raj, prompting you to proceed to the reception to check in.

You still have everything at your disposal, you’re told - from 24/7 room and shuttle services, use of all amenities and water sports equipment, booking of any activity that you want, and the private island should you change your mind midway through your stay, all of which are part of the package.

You’re glad you don’t have to worry about things, at least for now. You’ve waited for this for months. You and Jungkook have gotten closer, and you want nothing more than private time with him to get to know him better and revel in the things that you do know and already love about him.

You try to process everything that the front desk agent tells you, but you can’t help but glance at Jungkook in his black joggers, white v-neck shirt, and bucket hat ensemble, mouth slightly parted as he watches the TV that shows the different island activities. While you two have a general idea of what you want to do, Jungkook’s the type to get a little adventurous and do what he feels like, whenever he feels like.

“Oh Kook, the paragliding site looks amazing!” You say next to him, your hand immediately intertwining with his. “You’ve been meaning to do that for a while.”

He hums in response.

“And the sunrise hike looks stunning, too,” you continue. “We should do that.”

“I was thinking maybe we could go fishing. Or you know, I could kayak us to a little island or something,” he says, voice low. “That seems fun.”

Not again, you tell yourself.

“Honey,” you tug his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“We’re 20-year olds in our honeymoon and we’re celebrating our first year anniversary,” you say, turning him towards you. “We’re not a couple in our 80s enjoying our retirement.”

“Hey, fishing and kayaking aren’t just for old retired couples.”

“Those are literally what our grandparents do together every weekend,” you deadpan. “Except kayaking since they use motorized water bikes instead.”

“Yeah but they’re chill activities and we’re here to relax, you know?”

“Kook,” you say, taking his hand and placing it on your chest, near your heart, which you know is the reason why he’s being like this. “This isn't going to stop beating just because I decided to glide in the air or climb a mountain, okay?”

He looks up at you with a worried look on his face, one he tends to have every time you bring up doing any adrenaline-pumping activity.

“I’ve been cleared for years,” you remind him. “I don’t worry about my heart anymore, and I don’t want you to. I just want to relax and enjoy and do fun things with my husband. Do you think we can do that?”

You smile. And that’s all Jungkook needs to calm his racing heart every time he thinks about you, all the possibilities, and everything that could go wrong, something that he doesn’t voice out as much but is evident in his face nonetheless. He knows he’s being overly cautious with this one but he just can’t help it sometimes.

On nights when he’s tired and stressed, he lays his head on your chest to help him fall asleep. It’s what he’d tell you, as he’d lightly push you on your back so he can position himself, your pillowy soft breasts cushioning him, and he wraps his arm around you.

He’d let the thought of how lucky you are that you survived long enough to be with him, long enough to love him and be loved by him, to remind him of the things that matter. It would always be your beating heart - more than your soft smile and sweet laughter - that would be his lifeline. And faint as it is right now, he knows it’s beating. And he doesn’t want to take anything for granted.

“Okay,” he smiles, as he takes his hand off your chest to wrap it around your waist and pull you close. “We’ll do all those fun things,” he whispers in your ear. “But we have to reserve our energy for all the sextivities, alright babe?”

He releases you from his hold and you nod your head, trying to keep a calm demeanor, but the way you’re aggressively biting your lip may be giving you away.

Jungkook smirks. “Let’s go check out our room, yeah?”

It’s quite the walk to your bungalow, but it’s one you enjoy given the view of the ocean and the friendly smiles of hotel staff that greet you. Past the pools and gardens, you make it to a walkway that leads you to your home for the next couple of days, the one at the very end that juts out to the South Pacific Ocean.

You’re welcomed to a mix of sweet and earthy scent, and you’re too immersed in the homey and natural feel of your room that it doesn’t process immediately that it actually is filled with a variety of tropical flowers, and on the coffee table sits a pretty hand painted vase filled with more - some chrysanthemums, orchids, hibiscus, and few others that bring life and color to the room.

You’re about to comment how it’s sweet of the staff to prepare these until a card with your name catches your eye.

No smile that’s sweeter, no touch more tender, there’s no soul more beautiful than what you have. Happy honeymoon and anniversary, my lovely wife. All this may wither but my love never will.

A smile graces your face at the incredibly cheesy but very Jungkook-like message on the card. He clears his throat as he watches you go over the words multiple times.

“Do you like them?”

“Is this what you’d tell girls to get them to go out with you?” You giggle as you turn towards him.

“Well, I didn’t actually need to say anything,” he responds cheekily, moving towards you. “But that was the least cringe-worthy of all my options because for some reason, a love note that’s accompanied by flowers is pretty cheesy. I realized that just now,” he laughs.

“It is, but these are beautiful, Kook,” you affirm him, glancing over the flower-filled vase that he confirms is hand painted and something you can bring home with you.

“I just knew you’d miss your flowers back home so might as well have some of your own here,” he explains, his arms around your waist now. His flushed cheeks cause your insides to melt.

You grip the edges of his bucket hat and pull his face towards you. “Thank you,” you whisper, and you kiss him languidly, enjoying his mint taste and soft hums against your mouth. Your tongues entangle, teeth biting each other’s lips, and you feel yourself getting warmer, the thought of worry-free days of just doing this makes you feel hot everywhere.

The sound of the doorbell disrupts you. You walk towards the door and turn the knob and you’re greeted by a large platter of desserts - strawberry jam-filled donuts, profiteroles, mango eclairs, and more. Your eyes widen in joy; no matter where you are in the world, sweets are sweets and you’ll never get enough of them.

“Great, they got the profiteroles right, easier for you to eat in one bite,” Jungkook says, and you all but jump at him at this moment.

He doesn’t seem to be trying, really, as he just naturally picks up even the most trivial things about you now. The fact that he does, that he pays attention and remembers these things, are most often enough to ease whatever bits of insecurity you feel when it comes to being his wife, something natural, you think, as Junghyun has mentioned that Jungkook has bouts of them, too, although you did not prod.

“What’s with all the surprises, Kook?” You ask, as you pop a piece of profiterole in your mouth. “Flowers and sweets? You really know the way to my heart.”

“They're just appetizers for the real gift,” he says, voice low this time.

“There’s more?” You cock an eyebrow.

His smirk and the way his arm is propped against the balcony door should’ve been your hint.

“Me. I’m the gift,” he states.

You don’t know if you want to laugh or be turned on, but leave it to Jungkook to go from sweet and thoughtful to cheeky and being a tease.

You smile instead and watch his features soften as his eyes linger on you. You’re the best gift I didn’t think I could ever have, you don’t say.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at your smile, the one that he loves waking up to everyday. You’ve had a glow about you the past few months, as if you seem to be in a state of perpetual calmness and joy, and he likes to think it’s because of him.

It’s not perfect, as all relationships are - he still speaks before he thinks sometimes and you still keep things to yourself - but even in the darkness before you both sleep, he can sense the sparkle in your eyes and taste the sweetness of your smile when he kisses you goodnight and you wish for his sweet dreams.

Those are always enough to remind him that everything is okay.

The mid-afternoon flies by like a breeze, the scent and coolness of the ocean captivating enough for you to forgo your planned nap and dip in the water instead.

Jungkook had gone straight into the ocean after inhaling his slice of chocolate cake, ignoring the possibility of him throwing up as he swam and tried to chase the fish he could see from the surface. He’d asked for you to join him, and all he had to do was flash his doe eyes and adorable little pout for you to give in.

You let the refreshing feel of the ocean overtake you, as you float about while your husband constantly dives deeper and pulls your legs right before he comes up for air. He makes up for it by peppering you with kisses and saying he’d make up for it some more once you’ve settled in tonight.

You eventually get up and have to call out to him multiple times to get ready for your dinner, the one arranged by your uncle, and Jungkook promises it would take him all but 5 minutes to fix up.

It takes him more than that, but as he asks you to check if he looks alright, you suddenly don’t mind how long he would need.

You almost feel like he’s teasing. With his nice-fitting shorts paired with a light blue shell-printed button-up shirt, he looks more than alright. The sleeves are snug on his biceps and the growing collection of tattoos on his right arm somehow looks even more alluring with this outfit. You notice his simple silver necklace and the grey sunglasses perched on his nose, and with his hair parted in the middle, he looks almost sinful.

You’d gotten used to his monochromatic - and either business professional or super casual - wardrobe that seeing him in something like this is doing things to you.

“How come I’ve never seen this top before?” You ask, fixing his collar and avoiding his eyes. You then proceed to get your things and head out the door.

“Well, remember when you were in Malaysia for a weekend and I said I spent it with your brother?”

“You… didn’t?” You ask, turning to him and cocking an eyebrow.

“No, actually. I spent it with Seoyeon and Yeri who took me shopping because apparently, I don’t have clothes that scream ‘I’m on a honeymoon with my beautiful wife,’” he explains. “Imagine 2 full days with your sister and my sister-in-law, going from store to store and trying on different clothes until they found the right combination.”

You laugh at this, imagining how fun that weekend must’ve been with your sister and Yeri nagging Jungkook like he’s their child.

“The clothes you have are fine, Kook. You could’ve declined,” you giggle.

“It was alright,” he shrugs. “I mean, I really wanted to impress you, you know?”

This catches you off-guard, Jungkook observes as he watches you get in the buggy that will transport you to the private cabana. But it’s a thought he’s had for a while after his best friends Jimin and Taehyung commented how all his clothes look the same.

It’s why he’d called your brother that weekend to get advice on how to spice things up and surprise you but Seoyeon overheard and insisted that the honeymoon would be a perfect time to try on new looks and see how you’d react.

Jungkook shyly tells you all this and you soften at the thought. Your husband may be adventurous but that doesn’t extend to his wardrobe, but knowing that he wants to try different things to impress you is causing your heart to soar. If only he knew what he really does to you, he wouldn't think he still needs to try.

“That’s very sweet of you, Kook,” you smile at him. “I’d say I don’t mind your current wardrobe but this look is a really good one. I like the fit and the print. It’s nice to see you in lighter colors.”

It’s a general observation but he still feels like doing a little dance; he wraps his arm around your shoulder instead and kisses the top of your head. “I’m required to report back to Seoyeon and Yeri so this is a good first day.”

You laugh and talk about the shopping spree until you reach the cabana, which you find is complete with lights and a canopy.

It’s situated on a private beach with the perfect view of the sunset. You’re serenaded by performers as you savor the 8-course meal that’s been prepared and bask in the beauty of the changing colors of the sky. All your senses come alive and as your surroundings turn dark, Jungkook’s comforting eyes reflect the light off the lanterns and he looks absolutely stunning.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here,” he says over the soft sounds of the crashing waves, his pretty orbs boring into you, and you know he means more than just Fiji.

“Me too,” you respond. “I’m so happy we’re here,” you say as you hold his gaze, your tender smile telling him that like him, you mean more than just Fiji, too.

You hug your propped up knees as your head lies on them, eyes on the glass floor that lets you watch the fish swimming underneath. The ocean is still outside but even then, you can feel and hear it, and you’re glad you decided on taking this bungalow; the proximity to the water is enough to relax you, to help you forget your responsibilities back home.

And Jungkook’s, because much as he insists that he doesn’t want to burden you with his work stress, you can’t really help it, especially when you feel his heavy breathing against your chest most nights, as he usually prefers lying on you like that to help him sleep. You could feel tiredness in his being, and you always wrap whatever body part of yours you can around him as if to absorb as much of his stress as possible.

He’s often gone once you wake up, nothing but a good morning text and a fresh pot of coffee in his wake.

You wonder how he’ll sleep tonight and you look forward to waking up with his arms wrapped around you, knowing you’ll get to spend the rest of the day with him. You wish you could have more time though, and that’s the thing that really bothers you. You could have more time here, you were supposed to, but due to a last minute event, you had to cut it short.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook breaks you from your thoughts. He’d been standing nearby, watching you and your heavy sighs as your eyes dart from the floor to the balcony.

“Hmm, that the fish look cute,” you reply, prompting him to sit on the floor and look at the glass window, too.

“Then why do you seem sad?”

You don’t feel like it’s something worth hiding, and you just always go back to what your brother tells you every time you feel a bit off.

You have to learn to talk about things, Seokjin would say.

“Well, I was just thinking that we’ve been here for barely a day and I already feel so relaxed,” you start, sitting upright now, feet dangling on the floor. “And you look so relaxed and I want that so much for you and it just sucks because we could be here for longer but I just—”

“Baby,” he cuts you off, kneeling down and scooting closer to you. “You got an invitation for an art gallery opening in Switzerland. That’s pretty special, right?”

You nod, thinking back to a few weeks ago when an art curator who chanced upon your work asked if you could attend, saying that she wants to meet you, too and hopes to feature your work soon, some of which you’ll be bringing with you. Jungkook had been excited and insisted on shortening your trip so you could make it.

“It could be a big opportunity for you,” he continues. “Plus, you always said you wanted to go back.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping to go with you though,” you pout, causing him to chuckle.

It’s an unusual sight for him, seeing you like this, since you’re always one to look at the bright side of things and find something positive in everything.

“We can always take another trip, okay?” He comforts, rubbing circles on your knees and smiling sweetly. “We talked about this just being part 1 of the honeymoon and we can even go somewhere right when you get back. Or during the holidays. I’ll ask for another vacation from my dad. Or I’ll make you do it since he probably won’t say no to you,” Jungkook laughs.

You’re appeased by his words, knowing he meant what he always said that it was okay.

“Prague would be nice. Or Scotland. Or you could take me to your favorite places in South America,” you softly say. “That would be nice.”

“It would. We have all the time in the world, okay babe? You don’t have to feel bad about it. It may be shorter than we wanted but that just means we have to savor our time here, don’t you think?”

Jungkook smirks, and by the way that he’s kneeling comfortably with his hands slowly traveling underneath your nightgown as he slowly lifts it, you know what he’s thinking about.

You bite your lip and can’t help the soft moan you release when his finger grazes your cunt.

“Can I?” He asks, and you respond with a nod.

The hands inside your thighs are replaced by his lips, soft kisses trailing your supple flesh. You involuntarily widen your legs as you get in tune with Jungkook’s motions, knowing he’s getting closer to where you want him to be.

“Is this what you meant about savoring our time here?” You ask, as you hear him moan from between your legs.

“Baby, I don’t need to be in a special place to make my wife feel good,” he answers. “But right now, that's all I want to do.”

You feel a wave of pleasure overtake you and you know you’re a goner. You’re madly in love with your husband and every single thing he does affects you in ways you’d never really expected.

He removes your underwear, feeling hypnotized with your scent of your arousal. He pulls you closer to him, hands gripping your thighs that he slowly raises so he can taste more of you.

Jungkook is already an expert at this, and you’ve observed how he gets so much pleasure from eating you out just as much as you. He’s memorized your body’s reactions and sounds so well, and he’s able to direct if he wants you to come fast or have you savor it, but right now it’s the former, as your orgasm comes so easily.

“That okay?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, Kook,” you moan as you nod, eyes now open as you come down from your high.

“Good, because we have all night for this,” he says, as he hovers over you, his eyes twinkling in admiration but his smirk warning you of how the rest of the evening is going to go.

The lukewarm water from the shower does little to counter the cool morning air, especially given the semi-outdoor shower that opens to the walled-deck of your bungalow where the hot tub is located. But it’s fine, you think, as you enjoy the battle of temperatures you’re experiencing. The water is enough to soothe your sore muscles and the breeze is just right to give you that refreshing, island feel.

The sunrise was beautiful this morning, and you’re glad that you weren’t tired enough to miss it, given how Jungkook took to heart his desire to make you feel good last night. You both wanted to witness your first crack of dawn together, which you did, pretty quickly, since your husband couldn’t keep his hands off you again and pleaded for some sunrise sex and he looked too beautiful for you to say no.

You’re thinking about what transpired not long ago, how Jungkook took you gently that time, towering over you with his soft smile as he caressed your face and kissed your fingers that were tracing his tender features. You bite your lip at the memory, as the way he looks at you when you both make love is something that you’re still getting used to.

You hear the creak of the bathroom door and the sink faucet turn on, laughing to yourself how it took him a good 15 minutes after the first time you asked him to get ready. The shower door opens and without turning your back, you greet him.

“Good morning, honey.”

“Mhmm, good morning babe,” he grunts, his mouth so close to your ear that his post-sex morning voice sends shivers down your spine.

His head settles on the crook of your neck and lays on your shoulder, unbothered by the water flowing down your body. His hot breath adds to your excitement, as you feel his bare body against your back and his hardened length poking your ass.

His hands wrap around your torso, stroking your flesh and traveling north to caress your breasts. His fingers rub circles on your pert nipples, and he smirks at the thought of you being aroused again.

“Is this because of the cold or because of me?” He whispers in your ear.

“Both,” you respond, a moan escaping your lips.

He hums as he peppers your neck with soft and teasing kisses, his hips bucking against your back as he finds a rhythm. His one hand trails south, fingers easily slipping between your lips as he spreads your slick around your cunt.

“Now this is because of me,” he grunts.

You’re slowly getting into the groove, and your own hand sneaks behind you to grip on his member, aching and teasing you intensely.

“Is this because of the cold or because of me?” You smirk, your hand stroking the flesh with the limited space you have.

“Hmm, both,” he teases. “But mostly you,” he continues, as he bucks into your hand.

You quicken your pace, squeezing the head and spreading the slick around the tip, and it’s not long after when he comes. His drawn out moans are your own undoing, as he expertly plays with your nub.

“Want more,” he breathes heavily.

You want to give in, you really do, but you made plans during dinner and you want to see them through.

You turn around to face him.

“Honey, we have island hopping in half an hour, we don’t have time.”

“We do, if we go now,” Jungkook pouts. “Plus, we can literally schedule it another time. We have everything here at our disposal.”

“Yes, but we told Ms. Raj we’d leave at 9. They’ll be waiting for us,” you explain, combing your fingers through his hair then straightening out his scrunched eyebrows. “We’ll have time for this tonight, okay?”

Jungkook sighs and buries his head in your neck again, mumbling an “okay.”

You try to finish rinsing in peace quickly before Jungkook pulls you in for more kisses again, which he does, right before you exit the bathroom and you get ready for the day ahead.

You finally make it to your private boat that would take you to the surrounding islands and let you cruise through the waters and enjoy the cool morning breeze.

Jungkook is aching to be in the ocean and asks to stop some time after your departure so he can jump off and get a good dip in the water so he could feel more awake. Once the crew gives him the go-signal, he dives head-first from the edge of your middle-sized boat then disappears a few feet under, only to come back up with a huge smile on his face, reminding you of the carefree little boy who loved jumping over, on, and off things.

You remember your family beach trips when you were younger and how he was always the first off the car to scurry off to the rock formations jutting into the water, begging his parents to let him jump. Between running off to the forest and finding caves and tunnels he often got stuck in, Jungkook just always chased the high, seeking whatever kind of thrill he can get from his surroundings.

You always knew it was that sense of adventure he had within him, but deep down you also knew, it was his way of feeling free. There would always be a glimmer in his eyes paired with his boyish laughter, the same one he has right now after he dove deep and far into the ocean and freestyled his way back to you.

“Come, enjoy this with me,” he pleads, puppy eyes and unfairly cute pout staring at you, just like yesterday.

It’s hard to reject him when his wet chest is glistening in the sunlight, and you laugh at how weak you are for your husband.

Jungkook, drawing out the words “it feels so good,” smirks, and you think of how absolutely captivating he is at this moment.

It’s mostly floating on your part, as you enjoy it more watching Jungkook swim away and then come back with a smile on his face, as if the ocean has magically wiped off the dark circles under his eyes and the perpetual furrow of his brows, and you want so badly to see more if this when you get back home.

You return to the boat after some time and resume the trip. You’re welcomed to your first island with a picnic breakfast on a perfect spot by the shore, paired with some mimosas and a small platter of desserts.

With the sound of the waves crashing and Jungkook’s soft laughter as you recall memories of your family trips growing up, your own tiredness, the one you carried with you from home, slowly melts away.

The rest of the morning goes by slowly and steadily. Your next island is a quiet one, with a lagoon letting you just enjoy the water and giving Jungkook time to settle down and take photos of the scenery and you. Mostly you, though, despite your constant objections.

You watch him, clad in a white tank top and coral swim shorts, his toned arms bare for you to marvel at, and his large hands clutching his Polaroid camera.

It’s a little odd being on a trip and not seeing Jungkook with his usually large, professional-grade one, something he always had when you reached high school and he found another hobby that rivaled soccer. But his love for photography was different, as it gave him a sense of calmness and joy where he could express the way he sees the world through his lens.

You both made the decision to leave behind your respective hobbies back home though, knowing both of your tendencies to get really passionate about your craft and you didn’t want to take away from the time you have together. But he bargained, and you know he was right that you should at least take photos to remind you of your time here.

You snorkel before and after the trip to the third island, the vibrant marine life so enchanting, as you swim around reefs and marvel over the different types of fish and other interesting-looking creatures you find along the way.

Jungkook watches you gracefully wade through the water, heart soaring at being able to witness you in a completely different environment.

You’ve always been the little princess who never got dirty and chose to stay behind and watch her siblings play around, and for years, he chose to retain that memory of you to keep you at bay and not develop any sort of affection towards you. That was because of his frustration towards the freedom he always believed you had that he didn’t, something he’d regretted the moment he found out the truth about your condition.

But right now, as you both enjoy the vastness of the ocean together, he’s never felt more free.

He’d had girlfriends in the past whom he never really loved, as he believed it would mean losing a part of himself as he gives it to someone else. But he didn’t realize that loving someone can make him feel this liberated, as opening himself to you meant opening himself to so many possibilities. Like he could be himself, make mistakes and learn and grow alongside someone else who’s doing the same.

You love him not like he’s perfect; you love him like he’s real. And you let him see the world differently, with a touch of sunshine and love in everything.

With you, he gets to let go of all the anger he held onto for years. With you, he realizes his immense capacity to love, to put someone else above him and his needs, to think about someone else’s happiness aside from his own.

He thinks about all this as you finish the bottle of water he handed you and you lean against his front, sandwiched in between his legs as you’re both back on the boat. He hugs you tight and traces the side of your head with kisses.

“You’re quiet. You’re tired, huh?” You tease, turning to him.

He shakes his head no. “Just thinking that I love you. Did I tell you that today?”

“During sex this morning,” you giggle, recalling how he chanted it as he came down from his high. “You tell me every time.”

“You know I love you for more than that, right?”

You nod and smile.

“I love you so much, ___,” he says, and it’s the use of your name that lets you know he wants you to take him seriously.

You softly kiss his lips and snuggle to his chest, where you whisper the same words. “I love you, Jungkook.”

It’s the next day when you finally pull out your leggings and sports bra because the morning just felt too good to not pass up on some yoga on the balcony as you look out to the ocean.

After your island hopping trip yesterday, Jungkook insisted on swimming at the pool and you asked for an afternoon spa, one you enjoyed as it overlooked the island and you watched the sunset, and that seemed to do enough to rid your shoulders of the knots and tightness. You spent the rest of the evening after dinner at a restaurant just lazing on the lounge chairs by the beach, your entangled bodies soothed and comforted.

Today, you have your rear up in the air as you bend and stretch, your body parts contorting in the most relaxing ways, with your breathing steady, adding to your feeling of calmness.

It’s during a stretch to the side that you see Jungkook, laying on his stomach facing towards you, wide eyes watching you in amusement. He still looks sleepy and you laugh at his state, commenting how it’s as if he’s never seen you do yoga before.

“I mean, it’s a pretty view,” he remarks. “The ocean’s nice, too,” he shrugs, and you playfully shake your head.

“Come back to bed right after you finish,” he says from the bed.

“Kook, my sweaty body isn’t going to touch the bed we sleep in,” you laugh.

“Baby, we literally have sex on this bed,” he deadpans.

“Sex sweat is different from yoga sweat,” you clarify.

“Fine, let me just go and cuddle with the fish instead,” he says, scowling at you as he grabs a pair of swim shorts to change in and heads to the bathroom.

He’s being whiny and it’s absolutely adorable, although a part of you worries he took you not wanting to lay in bed and cuddle with him seriously.

You’re appeased when he steps outside in his grey swim shorts and kisses your cheek. “Just kidding. Go put on a show for me, yeah?” He smirks, then proceeds to jump into the water.

You throw him the floater, which he sits on as he watches you finish your yoga routine from below. He takes note of your curves, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your body gracefully transitions from one position to the next.

He wants that body underneath or next to him, for as long as it’s close to him, wanting so badly to just savor your time together where his mind doesn’t go off to work stuff when you’re lying right next to him in bed.

He decides to just take this time to not think of anything else, as he waits for you to finish, and it’s not long after when he sees you, clad in your white bathing suit, swimming towards him.

“How were the fish?”

“They didn’t want me,” he responds, prompting you to laugh and pull him off the floater.

Once he’s out, you wrap yourself around him.

“I’m here now,” you whisper, and with his strength, he keeps both of you afloat.

This is nice, he thinks, as he recalls how you used to be after your wedding when you barely initiated anything physical. Your intimate moments were few and far in between then, if he could even call them such, but now, every moment he has with you feels intimate, like he could feel you bare and open for him, the way he’d allowed himself to be with you.

Shortly after your breakfast at the balcony, you’re transported to a local village, with Ms. Raj as your personal tour guide for the day. She talks about the country’s history and culture, the traditions and practices and ways of the people, and you and Jungkook are so enamored by the richness of it all.

“Everyone here is very joyful and welcoming. It’s not just a hospitality thing,” she says, noting how you’d mentioned that the hotel staff are some of the most heartwarming people you’ve ever met.

But even such words don’t seem to give justice to the welcome and treatment you receive. You arrive at the village and it’s nothing but smiles and laughter all around - children walking to school are waving at you, women and men by their homes greet and shake your hand.

You briefly meet the village chief, present him a gift, and proceed to an area of town where you watch women weaving mats and working on some bark cloth. You end up enjoying shopping too much, as Jungkook clutches the bags of fabrics, woven materials, and some pots and woodcarving.

“Looks like someone got carried away,” Jungkook teases as you briefly head to the vehicle to leave your things.

“The stories behind them were beautiful, Kook,” you defend. “And these are all so wonderfully-made. I think I’m gonna have to redecorate my studio.”

“I think you’ll have to redecorate every time we go on a trip because you can’t seem to say no when someone offers you or asks you to buy something,” he laughs.

You sport a guilty look on your face and laugh along because he’s right. You get enamored by such crafts, as you see the passion that people have for creating them. You know these are a part of their identity, their culture, and to be given a piece of them as a person and a people, it’s an honor and a gift that cannot be replaced.

It’s the artist in you, Jungkook thinks, as you tell him all this. But it’s your welcoming heart, too, the one that lets light in with every person you meet and every smile and laugh you share with them. He’d watched you relax with those you met, how you asked questions, how you paid attention and looked at their creations with such wonder.

You’re most beautiful like this, he decides, when you share your love for art and passion for people this way. It’s another you he’ll etch in his memory, among all the others that he cradles in his heart and mind when he's missing you, or when he’s down and upset, knowing it’s always you who can make it all better.

It’s Jungkook’s eyes that widen this time when you’re led to a communal space where you’ll be having your lunch. It’s a Fijian feast, you’re told, with a variety of meats, fish, and vegetables wrapped in banana leaves, and your senses come alive with the smoky and earthy scent and flavors.

You’re told to eat with your hands, and you’ve never seen your husband devour food as much as he is now. He takes whatever he’s given, closes his eyes to savor the food every time he tries something new, and he engages the people to talk about soccer, sharing that he used to play when he was younger and that he was pretty good.

It’s not long after when you’re once more guided around the village, letting you take in more of the scenery, especially the mountains and greenery surrounding the area.

You’re taken to a school where some children are running about, and you’re drawn to them immediately because of their energy and heartwarming presence. You talk to the little ones and play games with the older kids.

Pretty soon you hear cheers and you turn to see your husband, playing soccer and having some showcase of tricks and skills with the kids. You see the proud smile on his face when they chant some oohs and aaahs during his turn, and you watch his face in excitement when the children take the spotlight. He’s there at the side, cheering them on.

He’s asking one of the kids to teach him a certain trick when he catches you looking at him, and he returns your tender smile as you share a brief moment together, until your attention is pulled back by the children you’re both spending time with separately.

“You’re both wonderful with kids,” one of the women tells you and Jungkook as you all walk back to where your vehicle is. You both have children on either side, holding onto your hands and swinging them happily.

You and your husband smile.

“Do you have some of your own?” She asks.

“Oh, no we don’t. We just got married last year and we’re just…” you turn to Jungkook.

“We’re just enjoying our time getting to know each other first, as husband and wife,” he continues.

“Hmm, that’s good. It’ll all be different when a child is part of the picture,” she says. “But the kids are so drawn to both of you; it’s beautiful to see.”

Jungkook settles with a smile and you bow and say your thanks to the woman. The walk back to the entrance is a quiet one, and you head back to the resort after the people bid you goodbye with one last sip of their traditional drink. Their smiling faces get smaller and smaller as you drive away, and it’s a bittersweet sight.

The view of the ocean by the infinity pool is stunning, and it’s what you love the most about this spot. But this afternoon, it’s your husband sporting a pair of red swim shorts and walking to the edge of the pool that trumps that view.

You quickly changed after you arrived from the village and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon by the pool. You’re now clad in a peach-colored one-piece, relaxing on the daybed with a book in one hand and a Long Island iced tea on the other. With the cool breeze and the sun shining just right, it’s absolutely perfect.

Your eyes, hidden behind your sunglasses, constantly flit to Jungkook who’s swimming laps in the pool, his toned arms and flexed back muscles catching your attention. He effortlessly lifts himself off the ledge and combs his hair off his face, parting them to the side in the process.

He walks over to you, his taut body soaking wet and glowing under the late afternoon sun.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Jeon?” His raspy voice calls out from next to you.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon?” You look up and push your sunglasses from the bridge of your nose and flash him a sweet smile.

“At what point in the afternoon will your husband be more interesting than your book about the history of cotton?”

You laugh at him, more to hide how hot you feel, with him standing so close to you, his arms on his waist and his face in a pout.

“You seem to be enjoying your time there by yourself,” you tease.

“I was showing off but you weren’t minding me,” he says, eyebrows scrunched.

“Okay, honey,” you giggle, putting away your book and bending your legs to give him room to sit on the daybed. “What do you want me to do?”

He sits down, pulls your legs over his lap, and leans close to your face. “Laze in the pool with me, babe. The water feels nice and I want you close.”

He’s almost pleading and you don’t blame him. You want to be close to him, too; your body just doesn’t react to chlorinated water well but you don’t want to burst his bubble. There’s barely anyone in the pool right now and you appreciate being alone with him. It’s not hard to resist him, too, when he’s looking as good as he does.

Your dip in the pool escalates to both of you feeling each other up, with Jungkook stealing kisses and holding the ones on your lips, swiping his tongue to get you to give in. You’re conscious of the very few people around, though, so you convince him to continue your swim in the ocean by your bungalow and he agrees.

You end up snorkeling as the last bit of light signals the end of the day, as more creatures appear. The dehydration from all the swimming overtakes you both, and you enjoy your dinner at the balcony and promptly decide that it’ll be a champagne and cheese kind of night.

Jungkook suggests popping your second bottle at the hot tub and the way he says it - with a smug look on his face and the hoarse tone of his voice - makes you feel excited.

You’re sitting in the tub across from him, his arms spread out and laying on the edge, the dim overhead light setting a perfect glow on his smooth chest and ridged torso. You gulp the remainder of champagne in your glass and keep yourself steady.

There’s something about Jungkook today - from the way he ogled you in the morning, to how he was at the village, engaging the people and playing with the kids, to how hot and adorable he looked at the pool, to now, with his parted damp hair and cheeky smile, his tongue licking his lips as he gazes at you.

Jungkook makes you feel so many things; you tend to get surprised with how much he affects you. You’ve always felt something for him growing up but it was more due to his caring nature and boyish charms.

The physical attraction only started when he came back home, and escalated the more time you spent together planning for the wedding and making things work. But it’s not something you’re very open about, you realized. Making love is different; it’s intimate by nature and much of your reaction is due to the pleasure he gives you, it’s also something he initiates much more often than you do.

You reach out your glass to him. “Can I have some more, please?”

He takes the bottle but doesn’t make a move towards you, signaling that he wants you to go to him instead.

So you do, and you watch him pour some champagne in your flute and you quickly turn away.

He returns your glass and watches you sip and bite your lip, and even from underneath the steam, he can sense your body stiffen.

“You can ogle your husband and be vocal about it, you know?” He laughs, but you don’t miss the bit of sadness in his tone. “That would be a really great confidence boost if you did.”

“Honey, you know how attractive you look. Everybody does,” you affirm him.

“Yes, but do you?”

His question catches you off guard. You compliment him about his overall look and always say how his confidence adds to his image. All other thoughts of how painfully beautiful and sinful he is when he’s doing the most basic things - like making coffee in his pajamas or signing papers at work or driving the car with one hand on the wheel - are kept locked in your mind for only you to live in.

“Of course, honey. You don’t think I’m attracted to my own husband? I’d be silly not to be,” you respond.

“Then why don’t you say it?” He says softly, and the way you look taken aback tells him that he’s ruined the mood.

But he continues. “It’s not for an ego boost. It’s just… I’m crazy about you. You could be doing something so trivial like flipping a page of a book or watching your cooking show and my heart is leaping off my chest. And I guess… I don’t know, that silly part of me just sometimes wants to know if I affect you the same way, too,” he says, looking down.

“Honey, I…” you start, not really sure how to go about this, letting the silence linger.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s our honeymoon and our anniversary and I shouldn’t be messing this up,” he says, covering his face with his hands.

“Hey,” you say, reaching out to unclasp his hands and placing them on your waist, allowing him to pull you closer and have you settle on his lap.

“I’m the one being silly, okay? Because my mind can’t wrap around how crazy I am about you and I’m just not used to feeling this way,” you explain. “I get all shy and flustered every time I see you, pretty much all the time because you always look good and I just… don’t know how to say things,” you continue.

“It’s crazy how I’m good at appreciating art and beautiful things but I can’t even do that with my own husband.” You lift his chin to face you, his eyes boring into you, and you wish you can take his worries away.

“We should be talking about this, Kook,” you clarify. “I don’t want you thinking that I’m just passive in all the physical stuff. I like it when you pull me close and kiss me, whether it’s just a peck on the lips or more. I like it when you make excuses to have your arm around me, or when you sandwich me in between your legs so you can lean on my shoulder. And everything else you do.”

He cracks a small smile. “That’s good to know. I just get reminded of how it was before, you know? When you wouldn’t initiate or linger because…” You didn’t trust what I felt, he doesn’t say.

But he doesn’t need to vocalize it, because you know what he means. And it breaks your heart, how your inability to properly communicate has been making him feel less and lacking this whole time.

“You looked so handsome on our first night here that I couldn’t focus much during dinner,” you admit. “And you looked so breathtaking in the water yesterday, like you felt so at home and it was pretty hot,” you bite your lip, earning him a laugh.

“And the way you charm people and make them laugh like you did at the village is so attractive, Kook. And earlier at the pool,” you continue, adjusting yourself on his lap so you’re right on top of his crotch. “I only finished a page of the book because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you and I—“

You let out a whimper as you feel him buck his hip upward to meet yours.

“So me trying to impress you and show off have been working?”

“Of course,” you confirm, brushing his damp hair with your fingers. “I thought you’re a master of my body language already. I’m a mess around you, you should know that,” you giggle.

“Only during sex. You’re a master at hiding otherwise.”

You snuggle closer to him as your fingers trace his chapped lips, which are parted now with how you look - messy bun, strands of hair sticking to your neck, a bit of sweat from the steam.

“You should know by now just how much you affect me,” you whisper, then your lips meet his, your languid motions lasting for only a few seconds before they turn heated and forceful.

Your hands that were once cupping his face have settled on his shoulders, while his are caressing your sides, eager to get this bathing suit off you. You savor each other’s tastes, getting so lost in the kiss that you take your time before gasping for air.

Your hips move against his, as his mouth travels to your jaw then your neck, licking the flesh and eliciting quiet moans from you. His mouth goes further south, and you’re so hypnotized that you don’t realize Jungkook pulling down the straps of your suit to unclothe your breasts, nipples now hardened from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Perhaps it’s from the alcohol; maybe it’s the build up from the past few days, or how you’d both just bared your feelings to each other again. Or maybe it’s everything that’s making you feel so lost in the feel of each other that you don’t mind being this exposed.

Jungkook expertly licks and sucks your bud, his tongue doing its job on one breast while he kneads and flicks the other. It’s like he’s swallowing you whole, causing you to forcefully buck your hip against his and moan out his name.

“Fuck, baby you sound so good,” he grunts. “I want to feel you, want to be inside you,” he pants, meeting your mouth for another kiss. “Please, baby.”

“I… we…” you try, steadying your breath. “We have to dry up.”

“There’s a lounge out here. Is that okay? But if not, we can take a shower and then—“

“Take me outside, Jungkook. I want you right now,” you say softly, not wanting to wait any longer.

He blinks repeatedly as if he didn’t expect you to agree right away. You move away from him and you both make it out of the tub safely and he helps you strip down before he takes his shorts off, leaving you both bare and exposed in this walled-deck at the back, nothing but the sound of the still ocean serving as background.

You touch each other to get back in the mood, your mouths melding together while your hand strokes his aching member and his fingers slip inside your lips and play with your nub. He directs you to the cushioned lounge chair and you turn on your back, your knees supporting you while your hands lay on the headrest.

You rarely direct your positions when you do this, choosing instead to let Jungkook take control and agreeing every time he asks. He lets your reactions guide him on what to do but you, on your knees and asking him to take you from behind, is something different.

He settles behind you, pushing you down gently so he can align his cock and slide it in you. The stretch is overwhelming and so good, as he grips your hip for support. You turn to face him, and he hits your spot that has you whining in his mouth.

“Don’t worry about the sounds you’ll make, baby,” he says as paces his movement in and out of you. “It’s just me and you.”

You nod and let yourself go a little, moaning his name as he bucks into you, holding you up with his head buried in your neck, his own sounds adding to your feeling of ecstasy. You turn to him again and lay your head against his.

“I’m close, Kook. Kiss me.”

And he does and in the midst of it, he swallows your moan as you reach your climax and he follows soon after, your bated breaths joining the mellow sounds of the ocean.

You come down from your highs and entangle your limbs on the chair, with Jungkook caressing your face and you give him him the softest smile you’ve ever had post-sex.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he whispers, hoping he didn’t force you into talking about things in the middle of your honeymoon.

“You didn’t,” you affirm. “I didn’t know how to talk about it so I’m glad you brought it up. I didn’t mean to make you doubt anything.”

He takes a deep breath and you know there’s more that he means to say.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I still think sometimes that I don’t know how I could ever deserve you or your love. My brother tells me I shouldn’t think this way but I can’t help it sometimes.”

“Junghyun’s right, Kook. You shouldn’t,” you say, controlling the tears that have started to pool in your eyes at such thought. “But that’s on me, too. You’re more than enough for me, and I’ll make sure I get to show you that, okay?”

He nods.

You turn his head to face you. “You have my whole heart, Jungkook,” you whisper to his lips.

“You have all of mine, too.”

You and Jungkook almost didn't make it to your sunrise mountain trek. You’d both been too cocky to think that you can manage after last night’s happenings, but the hangover wasn’t bad when you woke up and you knew that Ms. Raj would pull all the stops to make sure your trip to the mountain would be perfect.

Fresh fruit juices and fried bread greet you in the vehicle, and your two guides are a lively pair, helping you keep your energy up. It’s a short drive to the place and a relatively easy climb, but they assure only the most stunning views from the top.

You’re able to keep up during the climb, with Jungkook constantly checking up on you and offering a piggyback ride every 10 minutes. You’d both been playful and animated, with him at one point carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes when you didn’t want to walk over the muddied path.

You reach the peak in over an hour, with the perfect spot set up for you to watch the sunrise and enjoy your picnic breakfast. You’re seated between his legs as he wraps his arms around you, feeling sentimental, as you’d only imagined how the sunrise here would look. And it did not disappoint.

You watch the color of the skies change and the bright star cast its glow over the group of islands, and you could feel your husband hold his breath like you do, amazed at being able to witness something so natural - an everyday occurrence, really - yet so magical at the same time.

The breakfast you enjoy after is unsurprisingly delicious, and you ready yourselves for the hour long descent down the mountain.

A buzzing sound catches your attention, and you both look up to see a paraglider fly by where you are. You watch Jungkook’s eyes widen, as any activity that gets his blood pumping and allows him to see pretty sights makes him excited.

You know this, it’s why you pushed for this climb. And it’s why you’re convincing him right now for both of you to sign up for paragliding for tomorrow, as you’re told that the take-off point is not far from where you are.

He says he’ll think about it, but the way he quickly dismisses the suggestion tells you that he won’t and that he’s made up his mind already.

You don’t bring it up again until some time in the afternoon, after you’ve both showered, taken naps, and ridden the jet ski.

“We’ve seen the views, ___. Those are enough. Let’s just enjoy our last full day tomorrow by the beach,” Jungkook says, as you both lie down on the daybed on the balcony and he pulls your head to this chest.

“But I want to enjoy it by paragliding. Don’t you?” You ask, facing him.

“I’ve done it before,” he sighs.

“I haven’t.”

“All the more we shouldn’t.”

“But I know you want to do it and so I want to do it,” you protest.

“Don’t want it because I want it, ___.”

“Don’t not want it because you think I can’t do it, Jungkook.”

“Baby,” he sighs.

“Honey,” you sigh, crossing your arms now.

“It's not that I think you can’t. It might be dangerous for you, that’s all I’m saying.”

You pull out your phone because you knew this was gonna happen. “I got clearance from my doctor,” you show the signed form. “I’m cleared to do every single thing on this list, and that includes paragliding. You’re not the expert, Jungkook. He is,” you pout.

“Well I’m your husband, not your doctor,” he says sternly. “And you really got all those things listed?” He asks, looking at the form that includes climbing a mountain.

“I knew you were going to act like this,” you say softly.

“Like what?”

“Like this! Like I’m a child. Like I can’t do things. And I just want to do things with you.” Your voice raises a bit and it’s what catches his attention. He rarely hears you sound exasperated, but he knows his reasons are valid.

“I think about your exes and all the fun things you did, like skydiving and bungee jumping and how happy you must’ve been, doing the things you love with someone you love and I don’t like feeling that you can’t do all those things with me, that you can’t do the things you want just because you’re with me.”

You meet Jungkook’s eyes and there’s sadness in yours. You’re not the only one who’s insecure, Junghyun had told him before, and Jungkook’s realizing now what his brother meant.

“I know I’m not an adventurous person. I’m not great outdoors. But I know those things make you happy and I just wish you could be happy doing those things with me,” you say. “I’m your wife, your partner. I know we can’t do everything together but we could at least try.”

Jungkook is left speechless and he curses himself for being like this, for letting his fears and worry over what you went through cause you to not feel good enough, and that’s the last thing he wants.

He pulls you in a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel inadequate.”

“I know, but that’s how I feel sometimes,” you say, adjusting so you can hug him back. “I don’t have to do everything with you but there are things that I can and I just wish you’d let me.”

“Okay, baby. Let’s do it,” he says after some time. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for pushing it.”

He kisses your forehead. “I suppose we’re getting better at this.”

“At apologizing?” You laugh.

“At talking,” he replies.

You smile to his chest and savor this moment. You braved letting him know about your worries, the way he did the night before, and you’re glad you did.

You turn to him for a kiss, one that starts to get deeper and more intense as you both maneuver to your sides, taking more of each other and letting your hands explore. He cups your ass, kneading your cheek and earning him a giggle, while your hand travels down his chest then his shorts, feeling his hardening member and you moan at the feel of him.

Jungkook’s just about to pull you on top of him when your phone rings, pulling you out of your daze. You see Seokjin’s name flash on your phone and you position yourself next to your husband and pick up the video call.

“Hi!” You say, waving at your brother. “Everything okay?”

Seokjin furrows his brows, noticing your flushed face and swollen lips. “Did I disturb something?”

“Yes!” Jungkook growls from next to you, and you playfully smack his arm.

Your brother laughs, claiming he’s sorry in between breaths, as he hears your husband complain some more.

Seokjin finally settles down and asks how you’ve both been, seeing as your messages have gotten less as the days go by.

“Well, obviously we’re enjoying our honeymoon,” you report. “It’s beautiful out here.”

“Good,” he replies. “Beautiful enough for you to use the baby-making blanket?”

Your eyes widen, and so do Jungkook’s, who didn’t know that such a thing was in play. It’s not something you’ve both talked about, although it seems like a given, seeing as how your grandparents wouldn’t stop talking about a child carrying the Jeon and Kim blood.

“We have one?” Jungkook asks.

“Seokjin slipped it in my bag, I don’t even know how,” you scowl at your brother.

“Hey, Mother made Seoyeon do it! And it obviously works, look at her. And my wife,” he says, turning the phone to reveal Mina on a hospital bed, with her watermelon-shaped belly - like how the twins would call it - waving back at you.

“She’s already in labor?” You ask excitedly.

“Early labor,” Seokjin states. “Our little alien will be out soon,” and he laughs, as Mina curses at him to stop calling their baby an alien. “I just called because I knew you’d want to know,” he smiles, and the softness in his eyes makes you want to hug your brother right now.

He’s been wanting this, and you’re so happy that he gets to be a father, knowing he’ll be a great one. You’ll be anxious and excited, but you like to think that right now, a few thousand miles away, your entire family is happily waiting for a new addition to the family.

You talk a little more, with the rest of your and Jungkook’s family taking turns to say hi, and you don’t miss the smug looks on Seoyeon’s and Yeri’s faces after your husband says that you’ll be doing the Sunset Cruise tomorrow. You try to pay it no mind and think that as much as you’re enjoying your time here, you miss your families, too.

You could only hope that the little Kim that’s on the way will be enough to take the spotlight off of you and Jungkook, and the expectations set on you with this honeymoon. You’re not quite sure what Jungkook thinks about having children. There’s no doubt when it comes to the love you have for each other; manifesting that in a new life is different altogether.

You laugh at Jungkook from next to you, seeing how the helmet is squishing his cheeks and making him look like a little bunny munching on carrots. He doesn’t seem amused, though, so you reach out for his hand.

“I love you. Please don’t worry. I have a professional with me and he promised you that he’ll keep me safe,” you say. “I promise you that I’ll be safe.”

Jungkook knows he’ll never be completely at ease but he wants to savor this with you, knowing that it’s a joint experience that you’ll always look back on. He can see the excitement on your face. You’re not an adrenaline junkie but you love sceneries, and he knows you’ll enjoy this tremendously.

He opted for a tandem flight, too, saying he’s a bit rusty but it’s an excuse; he wants to be able to look at you while flying, and focus on that and the scenery, making sure he gets to see everything that you see.

It’s a good flight, with the weather cooperating and Jungkook catching glimpses of you enjoying yourself. You marvel at the scene and turn to your husband when you can, noting the smile on his face and you’re thankful that you insisted, that he gets to do something he enjoys, and that he gets to share this with you.

As you’d expected, he’s quite clingy after, pulling you close as you have your lunch at the restaurant and squeezing himself in the daybed you’re lounging at by the main beach. You laugh at Jungkook’s antics but let him be, as you enjoy talking about the sights and how it felt.

Not long after, you both decide to take a dip in the ocean and relax at the coolness of the water and how nice the sun is shining, relishing this moment as your last full day here. You’re a little sentimental, something you share with Jungkook, and you both excitedly plan your next trip and decide that you’ll make it a point to go on a vacation at least twice a year, one of which will definitely be by the ocean.

You’re talking about the Christmas Market at Prague that Nari raves about when a squeal catches your attention.

“Daddy, my doll!” A little girl cries out to her father who is carrying her in his arms, unable to leave her even with her floaters on.

You’re about to ask Jungkook if he could help but of course, he’d thought of it already, diving down immediately and surfacing with a swimsuit-clad doll in his hand. He approaches the girl who’s close to tears, and when Jungkook returns the toy, it’s the father who now looks like he’s about to cry.

“Thank you so much, mister,” the man says, proceeding to comfort his daughter whose head is buried in her father’s neck.

“No worries. It’s good we’re at the shallow end,” Jungkook responds with a smile.

He turns to you, blushing at the way you call him a superhero. “You know kids and their attachment to their toys,” he says, and you agree, given how all your nieces and nephews fight their parents to not give away their toys until they say so.

You motion for both of you to head out, as you want enough time to get ready for your last night here, and as you’re approaching your daybed to dress up, a little voice starts calling out.

“Mister, mister!” The little girl shouts.

Jungkook turns around and is met with tiny arms wrapped around his waist, and you laugh at how her father is panicking, calling out for her to ask first if she could hug him.

“Can I hug you?” she asks. “I just want to say thank you.”

She can’t be older than 4, and she’s got pigtails on a cute smile and Jungkook melts at how soft and innocent she looks. He kneels down and pats her head.

“Yes! And you’re welcome. I’m glad I could help you.”

“That’s my favorite toy. It’s from my grandma but she’s very sick right now,” she says softly. “I didn’t want to lose it.”

“It’s okay, just be careful next time, alright?” Jungkook smiles, and he softens at her adorable eyes looking back at him, her two front teeth missing and he laughs at how wide she’s smiling.

“Thank you again, mister!” She says, giving him another hug, which Jungkook returns. She then runs back to her father, who turns to you and asks to thank your husband for him.

You and Jungkook wave them goodbye, and as he pulls your hand towards the direction of your bungalow, you can’t help but think how it would be - having children, having little ones to raise and love and give the entire world to.

Jungkook is amazing with the kids, but he’s always been the “fun uncle,” treating them to ice cream, winning them the toys at the arcade, sneaking them dessert when their parents say to wait after eating dinner… Parenting is different, but you just know that he’s going to be amazing at it. But he hasn’t opened it up, and you don’t know for how long you can answer your Mother that you two haven’t talked about it yet, and you know that after this trip, she’ll be asking you again.

You save the thought for another time and focus on tonight, your last night in Fiji and you want it to be fun and memorable.

You’re facing the mirror, doing your make-up and at the same time, assessing if your outfit is a little too much… or too little. You went for simple and comfortable, clad in a high-waist printed skirt with a simple crop top, hair curled and pulled in a half-ponytail, dangling earrings completing the look. You put on the final touch when you hear Jungkook from behind you.

“Button or unbutton?” he asks, prompting you to turn around and answer him, but the words get caught in your throat.

It’s hard not to be speechless when your husband, who’s already gorgeous to begin with, is dressed in a yellow short-sleeved polo - loose, but thin enough to show off his toned chest - and white pants. He’s glowing, as the sun had done him well, all tanned with his hair parted in the middle and purple-tinted sunglasses resting on his nose, and he looks even more stunning.

It’s a fresh and different look, as you’re not used to him in vibrant clothing, but this yellow is the perfect shade to match his honeyed skin and his gold chain necklace and simple hoop earrings are the right accessories for this one. He looks youthful yet mature at the same time, and you hadn’t expected him to look this good.

“Baby?”

“None. I mean, one,” you recover. “One more button, please.”

He was definitely teasing you, coming out with half of his buttons undone, knowing now that he does affect you. He’s testing me, you think.

“How do I look?” He asks, looking innocent.

That brat.

“Good,” you smile.

“Just good?” He teases, walking towards you. “You spaced out for about 5 minutes and a fly almost went inside your mouth with how open it was,” he laughs.

You pout at him. “You’re exaggerating.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks the tip of your nose. “Hmm, I was, but it was nice to see you drooling for me.”

“Shut up,” you laugh this time. “I wasn’t ready for this Jungkook.”

You look up at him and place the sunglasses on his head so you can get a better look of his face. “He’s very handsome and I already know he’ll be getting everyone’s attention tonight.”

“I might, but you know I’m all yours,” he says, hugging you and resting his head on the crook of your neck. “You look so beautiful, babe. I almost don’t want to leave this room.”

You inhale his fresh scent and feel relaxed. “Me too, but I heard this Sunset Cruise is a good one, and we reserved lobsters for dinner and a platter of desserts, so shall we?”

He lets you take the lead, his heart fluttering at your reaction from earlier. You look stunning as well, and he knows like always, you will be getting everyone’s attention tonight.

You both enter the catamaran and appreciate the festive feel of it. There are lanterns decorating the area and some singers performing for the small crowd. It’s a big vessel but it’s not a full house tonight, you’re told.

You excuse yourself for the washroom and Jungkook goes ahead, and when you find him again, he’s leaning by the railing, looking out into the vast ocean with two flutes of champagne in hand. You stop for a while and admire this person whom you call your husband, whom you come home to everyday, who makes you laugh and feel safe, who challenges you to be better and who makes you incredibly happy. You want to see the world with him, you want to give the world to him, and you want nothing more than for him to know that he deserves all that and more.

“Hey,” he calls your attention. “Admiring me again?”

“Yes,” you laugh, retrieving the drink from him. “Didn’t take you for a Fendi guy so I’m thinking, this was my sister’s idea.”

“Yeah!” He exclaims. “Even Yeri wasn’t sold on it but Seoyeon was absolutely sure this would knock your socks off and well, she’s your sister. And she was right,” he winks.

“Now, now, Kook. Don’t let this get to your head.”

“I’m not. I’m just… I’m just happy. You make me happy. Everyday.”

You tiptoe to give him a kiss.

The sounds from the water catch your attention, and you marvel at the pod of dolphins that are joining you on this trip. Between them, the islands you’re moving by, the sky that’s shifting colors to welcome the night, and the beating heart you can hear from next to you, it’s a perfect day.

The Cruise lasts for a few hours, as it includes dinner and some performances to entertain the guests onboard. The night is young, so you and Jungkook decide to head out to the bar, given that your flight the next day is still in the afternoon and you have time to get ready in the morning.

You’re both settled on a table in the middle, and nearby are some of the couples from the Cruise that you befriended, all of whom offer you shots of tequila as you settle for some beer. You and Jungkook have a relatively high alcohol tolerance, but tipsy is usually the state when you tend to get a little more brave and well, horny.

Jungkook is laughing with the new friends you both made and somewhere along the way, two more of his buttons get undone, leaving little to the imagination. You’ve noticed some of the women eyeing him and you don’t blame them, but somehow that just gets you more worked up.

It’s a few shots in when the music starts to get good and he asks if you want to dance. You nod your head and he pulls you to the dancefloor, his one hand on your waist and the other one clasping your hand. The lights are dim but you could feel him staring back at you, mirroring the lust you have on yours, as his now damp hair makes him look more seductive.

The upbeat music turns sensual, and he matches it with the sway of his hips against yours.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, you know that?” He whispers in your ear, and you try to bite back a moan, which you fail at, once you feel his hardened length poking your stomach, causing the slick to pool in your underwear.

You turn to him and pull his face close to yours. “Kook, I want you, please,” you whisper against his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he growls. “Let’s go.”

You quickly say goodbye to your friends and walk as fast as you can towards your bungalow, frustrated - for the first time - that it’s located at the end of the walkway. You run as you near your room, and right as the door closes, Jungkook cages you on the wall and crashes his lips onto yours.

It’s messy, hurried, and so good. He has a mixed taste of bitter and sweet, and you don’t mind the scent of alcohol; you’re already intoxicated by him, anyway.

His hands travel to your back, expertly undoing the buttons of your top and unzipping your skirt. You’re naked in no time, and you do your part of undressing him as he kneads your breast, mouths still on each other, your desperate moans filling the room.

His clothes are removed, and you let him prepare you with his fingers in your cunt only for a while, as you ask for him to be inside you immediately.

Jungkook can’t wait, and knowing you won’t want to mess up your bed, he takes you right there at the wall, lifting up your thighs and locking your knees with his arms.

“I got you,” he whispers in your mouth, as he picks up the pace and thrusts in and out of you.

You hold on to his arms, flexed and strained with the effort he’s exerting to hold you up and pound on you, his stamina not wavering as you feel yourself weaken with how hard he’s going.

But he feels so good, he tastes so good, and as he drags his cock inside you and hits your spot, you come undone, screaming his name as he sucks your neck. He feels you clench around him and he follows soon after.

He brings your feet back on the floor but his kisses continue - your lips, then your jaw, then your breasts. He feels you buck your hip once more and he slips his finger down to your neglected clit and fiddles with it, rolling eights and spreading your slick around your center and he feels you lose yourself again.

You moan in his mouth when you come the second time, and you pant heavily as you recover from your orgasm.

“You good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, that was good,” you huff.

He laughs and kisses you, then pulls you to the bathroom for a hot shower, where you both once more are unable to keep your hands to yourselves.

You’re settled in bed, snug in your pajamas and against Jungkook’s chest when you decide to check your phone.

You squeal at the photos your brother has sent you of his newborn son. Look at our little alien. He’s a pretty one, Seokjin has said.

Tears start to pool in your eyes, sad that you’re not there to be with your family, given that Mina was initially due in a few days, but the little one seemed excited to be out and just couldn’t wait.

You send a barrage of texts to your family, asking them to narrate everything that happened, and they share how your brother cried way more than Mina did, which you expected. They bid you goodnight, knowing it’s past midnight, and they say they’ll wait for you and your husband back home.

Jungkook pulls you close as you lay by his side, staring at the baby’s photos and how lovely he looks. You put your phone away shortly after, mistaking Jungkook’s silence with him falling asleep.

But you glance at him and he’s wide awake. He proceeds to brush your hair with his fingers, massaging your head in between. You can feel he's tense, his eyes staring up at the ceiling and you know something’s on his mind.

You don’t know when the best time would be to ask so you take your shot and ask him something you’ve been meaning to know.

“Kook? Do you… want to have kids?”

Jungkook knows you’re bound to ask, as your Mother has been alluding to it ever since your families picked up the development in your relationship. He also knows you’re bound to talk about it; it’s just a topic that’s quite hard for him to discuss.

“Or more like, why don’t you?” You ask, as his silence seems more telling. You’re nervous to face him, and he’s the one who turns you instead.

“I do want them,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just scared.”

“Honey, you have nothing to be scared about,” you reply, cupping his face in your hand. “You’re going to be an amazing father, I just know it. And you have the best role models to look up to.”

“I’m not scared about that. I’m scared for you.”

And there it is, the fear he’s been afraid to verbalize.

You hear the heaviness in his voice and feel the heaviness in his heart when his finger traces your scar.

“What if you can’t handle the pregnancy? What if… what if they make me choose?” He closes his eyes, unable to fathom such reality, one that doesn’t have you in it.

“And our child… What if they…” Get the sickness, too, he doesn’t say. “I don’t want either of you to be in pain. I can’t handle that.”

“Kook, honey,” you say, trying to find the words to comfort him. You take his hand and kiss it. “You don’t have to worry about those things.”

“This isn’t a 20-minute paraglide or an hour mountain climb. This is 9 months of carrying a child and how many hours of labor. Natural or cesarean, there are risks and I…” Jungkook stammers, willing the tears not to fall. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if something happens to you, ___. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose you.”

They say acknowledging the fear is the first step to overcoming it, but Jungkook feels it’s gotten worse, more palpable, vocalizing it this way. But it’s always a possibility, one that he hates himself for even thinking about. You’ve assured him time and time again that you’re okay, but he’s unable to fully wrap his mind around it. There’s always a “what if” - half of that is good, half of it isn’t. His mind sticks to thinking about the latter.

“I’ve always been assured by the doctor that I can handle a pregnancy, okay?” You tell him, as you wipe the tear that’s fallen down his cheek. “My Mother gets me checked every year to be sure. And about our child getting it, they may or may not. In any case, there are ways to know right away what to do. There are options; it can be cured. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I can’t help it,” he whispers. “Every time I think about a life where you’re in pain, or one that doesn’t have you in it, I just lose myself to all these thoughts. And I don’t know what to do.”

“You can trust me, Kook. And then I can love the fear away.” You take his hand to let it bring you closer to him. “I was afraid, too. Even when they said I’ve been healed, I was still scared. It’s hard not to be when it’s all I’ve known but I knew that if I wanted to live a good and happy life, I had to get over that. I had to stop being scared because I didn’t want to miss any more good things. I mean, I missed out on you when I was younger. I don’t want that for me, for us anymore.”

Jungkook looks back at you with trembling lips and watery eyes, and you know it will take more than this but you have time, you remind him.

“I get scared of things, too, so let’s love the fear away, okay? Let’s do that for each other.”

He takes a deep breath and nods. He knows it will take more than this but as long as he has you, breathing and dreaming next to him every night, he knows that will be enough.

“What about you? Do… Do you want to have kids?” He asks softly.

“It’s a thought I’ve had. I know it’s expected and Mother asks all the time but I try not to feel pressured,” you say. “But it’s not only my decision, Kook. It’s ours. And we don’t have to decide right away. In fact, I’ve been enjoying having you to myself too much and I’d like to keep that going for a while longer.” You snuggle closer to him and you feel his warm breath against your skin.

“We have time, Kook. We can enjoy being husband and wife first, know each other better, love each other better, and then we can decide to have kids after. So we can love them much better, too.”

“That sounds like a plan,” he softly kisses your lips.

“It’s a good one, right?” You kiss him this time.

His hand crawls underneath your pajama top. “We can get on it right now,” he kisses you again.

“We should.” You hum in his mouth. “Let me make you feel good.”

He lets you turn him on his back and you let him remove your camisole. He kneads your breasts as you kiss each other deeply, tongues dancing around each other as you caress his bare body.

You move lower, tracing every inch of flesh you encounter with kisses until you reach the spot where he needs you the most. You take him in your mouth, letting him know you can take in more, and his slow bucks in your mouth increase their pace.

His moans encourage you to go harder and your moans encourage him to go deeper. You both go at it until he comes in your mouth, and he immediately takes you on your back and attacks your cunt with his mouth, licking and sucking like he has all the time in the world.

He wants to take his time, though, to let the pleasure linger, to let it overtake you so the high feels that much better, and it does. You’re gripping the sheets as he's gripping your thighs, and he takes in your slick as you come in his mouth.

He doesn’t waste time in aligning his cock on your center as you tell him that you want more, and you feel him fill you up again, somehow feeling even better than the last.

It’s slow and sensual this time, as you focus on the intimacy, on the feel of each other, on the drawn out pleasure that reminds you that you can have this moment everyday for the rest of your lives. It’s when he senses you’re close that he picks up the pace, reaching your peaks at the same time.

This is how he likes to make love to you, with him flushed against your heaving body, his head buried in your neck as you both come down from your high together, his hand directing your face towards his ear so he can hear you clearly.

He likes hearing you catch your breath after you've screamed his name; he likes hearing you gasp when he caresses your body; he likes hearing your soft moans when he peppers you with kisses; he likes hearing your sweet laughter when he nibbles that ticklish spot on your neck. He especially likes hearing you, on those occasions, whisper that you love him.

He keeps these in mind like a music collection that he can easily pick off from his memory shelf to listen to when you’re apart and he’s missing you, when he’s having a bad day and thinking of you is the only way to get by, when you both have a disagreement and you get quiet and choose to keep things to yourself. He stores these in his mind and in his heart for days when he’s hit with bouts of insecurity and fear.

But he'll try not to let himself dwell too much on those thoughts anymore. Especially not when you’re pliant and writhing underneath him, nails carving your pleasure onto his back, your pleas for him to go harder and to not stop urging him on. You’re not always so vocal, content with what he gives you, pleasant sounds making up for words that you can’t form when he’s hitting every spot you want him to. So when you tell him how you want it, how it makes you feel, he treasures these moments.

“Thank you for loving me, Jungkook.”

He gazes at you and drowns in the stars in your eyes. “Thank you for letting me.”

It’s a bittersweet moment this afternoon, as you bid your final goodbye - to the ocean, the friends you’ve made, to your home the past days that laid witness to your most vulnerable and beautiful moments with your husband.

You’ll miss the island but you know you made the most out of your time here, and you’re excited to go back home and love each other even better.

It’s the next day when you’re able to visit Seokjin and Mina and their little ball of sunshine. It’s a Jeon and Kim family affair, with everyone around all happy you’re both back.

Mina enters the living room carrying their son wrapped in a blanket. Your eyes widen, taking him in your arms.

“Hello, little angel. Say hello to your Auntie,” you whisper. “I can’t wait to get to know you and spoil you.”

You turn to Jungkook who’s watching you, his eyes softening at the sight of you being happy with a child. It shouldn’t be a surprise, given how much the twins adore you.

Jungkook settles next to you and marvels at the smallness of everything - the baby’s nose, lips, fingers. Even the sounds he makes. He’s an adorable little human, so precious and made with so much love, as he turns to Seokjin who’s tying Mina’s hair and fixing her nursing cover, laughing over something his wife has said.

Jungkook turns to you, face so tender as you look at a child who isn’t even yours, but you look at him like he is.

Jungkook feels a pang in his chest. You want this, you want a family. Knowing you, you wouldn’t deliberately say it if it means making him feel bad. He doesn’t want both of you to miss out on something so precious just because he’s scared.

Let’s love the fear away, you'd said. You’d sounded so sure then, like all your love could be enough.

Maybe it is.

Jungkook is quiet again as you hand him his glass of warm milk and you settle next to him on your balcony back in your apartment, a cup of tea on yours. You both look out at the city below, buzzing and alive.

He’d been quiet at your brother’s house and in the car, too, where you laid your hand on top of his to calm the thoughts in his mind that you know have been bothering him, and to affirm him that whatever they are, you’re both going to be fine.

“You want to have children, ___,” he says softly.

“I want to have children with you, Jungkook,” you affirm.

“I want to give you a family,” he turns to you.

“Honey, that’s not something you give, it’s something we make. And I know you’re scared - scared for me and our future child and that’s okay but,” you take his hands in yours.

“I just want to love, Jungkook. I may have had a difficult time growing up but I was very much loved by the people around me, and that’s how I survived, that’s what made it better. I saw it in their eyes, and I still do. In my parents’, my siblings’, my friends’. And in yours, Kook. I see how you love me.”

“I do, very much.”

“And I know I said before that in our marriage, that wouldn’t matter but I was wrong because how we love each other is always going to be enough. It will be enough to ease our worries, to get over our fears. I want that love always, and I want a child, a family, whom I can love and look at and they’ll know that they’re loved. Because it’s what we have for each other, and it’s what we can give.”

Your faith in him, the one that let you keep your affection for him for years, the one that let you hang onto him during the times he hurt you, is the same faith that shows him of his ability to love - past pain, past worries, past fear. As long as he has you.

“I want that for us.” He pulls you in a hug. “I want our child to grow up in this world, in a home we set up for them. That would be nice,” he finally smiles, eyes crinkling.

You decide to go to the doctor regularly to get checked, to make sure it’s safe for you to go through a pregnancy. If not, there are always other options. You’ll start there and take baby steps, you both agree.

“You know, saying yes to you that day at the beach was the best decision I made,” Jungkook says as he lays on your chest that night.

“Yeah, because I was totally the one who proposed,” you laugh.

“You had your mind made up,” he defends. “We worried about not being able to love each other but now… That's all we do.”

“And it’s what we’ll keep doing, Jungkook.”

You turn him to face you. He’s said before that your beating heart is his lifeline; for you it’s his eyes. It’s how you can tell when he’s angry or happy or scared. There’s hope in them tonight, and you know given everything that’s happened the past week, this is enough.

A/N: Closing the story of this couple with this one! Thank you for appreciating this story and all the characters and showing your love :)

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