Friends - Jjk

Friends - jjk

pairing: gryffindor!jjk x f. slytherin!reader

synopsis: Where you and Jeon Jungkook have been best friends since you were little. Only... there's 2 problems...

1. You're completely and utterly in love with your best friend.

2. He's a fuckboy.

genre: fluff, some angst, f2l, idiots to lovers (kinda LOL)

warning(s): mature language, kissing

word count: 6k

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notes: SURPRISEEEE!!!! Here is, yet again, another little hogwarts drabble, by yours trulyyyy. thought this was cute, it's a little angsty lol, low-key kinda hurt my heart.

buuuuut, I hope you guys enjoy it! let me know what ya think!!! reblog, like, comment, I welcome it all! Until next times, lovers (:

Jeon Jungkook.

Everyone loved him. Girls wanted to be with him, boys wanted to be him, professors even envied his brilliance. Point is, everyone knows him or knows of him.

He’s also your best friend.

It’s weird, really. You being in Slytherin and him belonging to Gryffindor, no one really expected you two to get along so well, but you did. You two had been best friends since before Hogwarts, actually. You grew up together because both of your parents had been friends for a long time. Both of your mothers were from Ravenclaw, with your father being in Slytherin and Jungkook’s dad was in Gryffindor. However, the different houses never stopped them from becoming friends. So, it was not surprise to them when you two continued your friendship, even in separate houses.

When you had first been sorted into Slytherin, Jungkook smiled and gave you a thumbs up, while you took your seat at your new house. Unfortunately, that smile faded when the hat had announced that Jungkook was being sorted into Gryffindor. It wasn’t a surprise that he’d be placed there, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t hoped that he’d be sorted in Slytherin too. He was your best friend after all, you both have been inseparable since practically birth! But you had to get used to it. The house placements are definite once they’re made.

“Jagi!”

You turned around from your group of friends, to catch a glimpse of those doe eyes you adored so much. Smiling, you waved.

“Hey, Kook!”

Jungkook was running towards you with Taehyung, a very sweet Hufflepuff whom you met through Kook, trailing behind him. Taehyung was a bit shy at first when Kook introduced you two. You remembered how he threw you a boxy smile and a small wave that made your heart swell with how cute he was. Tae’s shyness soon melted away the minute you had offered to walk with him to your first class together: Transfiguration; your two houses were slotted together and you figured you’d walk with him there. You learned a lot about Taehyung just from that walk! Both his parents were Aurors and worked at the Ministry. He shared his favorite color, what he liked doing in his free time, he even shared with you his favorite snacks he likes to get from Honeydukes. Needless to say, he was much more like you than you thought, so the two of you became really close, along with Kook.

“The ball is coming up; do you have a date?”

You didn’t think that this is what Jungkook was so excited about. Hogwarts hosted these balls every so often, and maybe this was the year Jungkook would finally ask you.

“Who would ask me?” You laughed to yourself while your friends waved goodbye to you, and you turned around with your full attention on the two handsome boys.

“You really should give yourself more credit, Y/n.” Taehyung scoffed running a hand through his hair, “You’re just intimidating.”

It was your turn to scoff, “I am not, if anything, I’m the most approachable Slytherin there is.”

“Actually,” You felt an arm wrap around you, “I am the most approachable Slytherin.” You peered up to see your housemate, and another one of your best friends, Park Jimin, grinning down at you. Shoving him off of you, you glared huffing out whatever.

“Shut up, Chim.” You glared before looking back at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’m just saying, Y/n,” Jimin shrugged, “you’ve got one of the worst resting bitch faces that I have ever seen.” The three boys snickered, while you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t know this was a roast Y/n kinda day.” You hissed, “but to answer your question, Jeon,” You turned your head to look at him, “I don’t have a date.”

“Bummer.” He whispered, “Me neither, I’m thinking about asking that one chick in DADA.” Your heart sinks, guess not this year… don’t know why you keep getting your hopes up for something that’ll never happen.

“Aria?” Jimin smirked, “Good choice, she’s cute.” Jungkook smiled widely.

“Isn’t she though?” He swooned, “She’s the sweetest girl ever AND she’s smart, beautiful… Really my type.” You caught sight of Taehyung’s eyes as he frowned at you. You kept your face neutral, but it took everything in you not to frown yourself.

In 4th year, you had attended your first drinking party in the Slytherin common room. So, of course you had invited Kook and Tae, along with their other friends Jin; a loud Gryffindor who had the funniest dad jokes anyone has ever heard, no doubt that they were lame, but they could still make anyone laugh. Hoseok; a quiet puff, but also super funny, his smile and his laugh could light up a room in a heartbeat. And Namjoon; probably the smartest person you had ever met in your life, he was way too wise, way beyond his age for sure, but could you expect any less from a Ravenclaw?

Anyways, this was the first party you had been to where there was drinking. It was a lot of fun, up until you witnessed Jungkook making out with another 4th year Gryffindor in the corner of the room. Taehyung had been by your side the whole night, witnessed your eyes well up in frustration, the change in your mood, and he was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. That night was the night you had finally figured out that you really, and I mean, really liked Jungkook.

It was your typical best friends to lovers scenario. Your parents loved him, his parents loved you, what could be more perfect? Except, he didn’t feel the same way about you.

That night Taehyung had rubbed your back and wiped away your tears. He suggested you tell Jungkook about how you felt, but you didn’t want to make it awkward or jeopardize your friendship, so you did your best to push away those feelings.

Obviously, that was easier said than done. You had continued to go to the same parties as the rest of the boys, and every time it’d be the same thing; Jungkook finding someone new to make out with, sometimes even leaving with them for the night. And every single time, your heart would ache a little more than the last. Taehyung couldn’t bare to see you hurting, but what frustrated him more was how stubborn you were; you could’ve told Jungkook, but you chose not to, but it wasn’t his place to tell you what to do. So, he’d let you sulk at the party, but then the next day you acted as if you didn’t just lose a piece of your heart the night before… Taehyung knew you were strong, he trusted you, but he couldn’t help but worry about you; you were like a little sister to him, so seeing you cry over a boy who couldn’t even tell that his own best friend is in love with him… Well, for Taehyung that was like a stab in the heart.

Apart from Taehyung knowing your crush on Jungkook, Yoongi; an older Slytherin boy, who was friends with Jin and Namjoon, knew. He had seen you the very first night you had witnessed Kook and the Gryffindor girl making out. When the party had cleared, and Jimin went to bed, he stayed in the common room with you to talk about it. Ever since then, you and Yoongi were pretty close too. He comforted you when Taehyung couldn’t sneak into the dorms—which was way easier for you to sneak into the Slytherin boy’s dormitory than having Taehyung sneak out of the Hufflepuff dorms and to the Slytherin chambers.

“Y/n?”

You snapped out of your flashbacks and stared at Jungkook who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?” You hummed.

“Are you coming to the Gryffindor party tonight?” You shrugged, “Come on! Could you be my wing woman? I think Aria is gonna be there and—”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung snarled before whacking the younger boy on the back of the head, “Don’t ask Y/n to do your bidding.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, groaning.

“What the hell, Hyung! I was just going to ask her to send Aria my way and put in a good word for me.” You let out a breath, shoulders slumping.

“Sorry, Kook,” Your voice was hoarse, “I’m not really feeling well. Maybe some other time.” You sucked in your cheek, shrugging your bag further up your arm and turning around, “Good luck, she’s a lucky girl!” You gave a small smile and trudged your way back into the castle.

* * *

You had been hiding up in the owlery since your 4th period ended. You had been petting Athena, your baby snowy owl, for hours while you were finishing up an essay for Potions. No one really knew you came up to the owlery, so it was technically your little get away from everyone. And you just didn’t want to see Jungkook because you knew he’d try and guilt trip you into coming to the party tonight since this is the first time you’re actually missing a party with him. However, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle seeing him and his hookups any longer, 3 years of witnessing that was long enough, wasn’t it?

Athena’s big eyes peered up at you, as if feeling your sadness, she cuddled closer to you and nipping at your fingertips gently.

“Figured we’d find you here.” You looked up to see Taehyung and Yoongi entering the owlery.

“How’d you know where I’d be?” You mumbled while Athena flew up onto your shoulder. Taehyung slid his hand in his robes and pulled out an old looking parchment paper and winked. You wrinkled your nose.

“You guys still have that?”

“’Course we do,” Yoongi said taking a seat next to you, “Now, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, little one?” Taehyung plopped down on your other side, Athena hopping off of your shoulder and perched herself on Tae’s. Taehyung winces at her talons digging into his shoulder, but he relaxes as your owl retracts them.

You sighed, “What else?” Yoongi bent over to look towards Taehyung.

“Kook asked Y/n to be his wingman for Aria.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “The shit I said to him after she left.” Taehyung shook his head. Your eyes widened.

“What did you say?” You asked, your voice laced with worry.

“Whoa, relax, jagi,” Taehyung said lifting his arms up in surrender, “I just told him that, that’s not something you ask your girl best friend.” Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah, that was stupid. That kid’s as dense as a fucking troll.” Yoongi huffed cracking his neck, “Fucking lucky I wasn’t there, I’d punch him square in the face.”

“Okay,” You huffed, “no need to kill him, Yoongs. He doesn’t know how I feel about him.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“You know,” He turned to you, “for a proud ass Slytherin, you’re such a scaredy cat.” You groaned loudly.

“Forgive me for not wanting to ruin an 18-year long friendship.” Scribbling the last bit of your essay, you shut your notebook and tucked your quill back inside your bag, curling up next to Yoongi who wrapped an arm around you.

“Would it really ruin it, though?” Taehyung asked while he leaned against you, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Aish—Taehyung you’re just as stupid as Jeon.” Yoongi grumbled, flicking the younger one in the head, causing him to cower.

“A lot can go wrong, Tae.” You whispered, “Kook could reject me, he could ignore me, he could stop talking to me… The list can go on.” Sighing you propped yourself up, Yoongi’s arm dropping from your shoulder.

“But what if the feelings are mutual?” Taehyung probed, “There’s still those possibilities; what if he really likes you but is thinking the same way you are? What if all those girls are just cover ups so you’d come clean and tell him you’re jealous because you’re in love with him?”

“Right,” You puffed, “because making out with many girls and leaving with them by the end of the night is a total cover up.” You smacked the back of Tae’s head with some force, “Are you even listening to yourself, Taehyung?”

Taehyung glared, rubbing the back of his head, “Okay, first off,” he grumbled, “ouch!” He turned his body to look at you, “Second, why are you so against the idea? Don’t you want him to feel the same way?”

You paused.

Of course, you wanted him to feel the same way, there’s nothing you wanted more. But the idea of him remotely feeling the same way, just seemed too far fetched to you. Even if he did, there wasn’t a time where you had felt that he treated you more than just a friend…

“Obviously, she does, you nitwit,” Yoongi snarls, “but wouldn’t you be convinced the love of your life doesn’t like you when he’s out there flirting up a storm with every other woman?”

“Okay,” You held up a hand, “can we stop calling my best friend the love of my life? That’s a bit much.” You hissed, clearly annoyed.

“Y/n,” Yoongi sighs softly, “you’ve been in love with Jungkook since you were 13… I’m pretty sure love of your life can be a proper statement.”

It’s true. You have been in love with Jungkook for years; whether he felt the same never crossed your mind. You were most certain that he didn’t, if he did, wouldn’t your friends have all noticed by now? Wouldn’t you have noticed? The ache in your heart only increases when you think about how Jungkook acts towards someone he likes. You reallythink about it.

You remembered back in 2ndyear when Jungkook told you that he was starting to like this girl from his house. Yun-ji. She was really pretty for a 12-year-old and everyone knew that. Not only was she pretty, but she was also really nice and super smart. You remembered how excited Jungkook was when he told you that Yun-ji had asked him to study with her in the library and that he had to cancel the plans you two had; it was nothing serious, but you and Kook always set aside one day of the week to just relax and chill out while watching whatever was on the television in the common room, but when he wanted to cancel your only day to sit around and not do homework, you couldn’t help but feel the tightness in your chest.

Being the best friend that you were, you told him that it was no biggie, and he gave you the biggest hug in return. You remembered how brightly he smiled at you while he waved goodbye and ran towards the library leaving you by yourself to head back to your dormitory alone.

You didn’t realise that after the first cancellation, you’d continue to be cancelled on. Kook always kept you up to date on his new girl hangout of the week, that he’d repeatedly cancel on you every time you both had planned a day or night to chill. First it was Yun-ji, then it was Lee-ya, then it was Yoonmin… There was always someone—some girl—that was more important than you. You would watch how your best friend fell for all these girls, how he’d treat them with love and care; he’d bought, more like used what you’ve learned from transfiguration, Yoonmin—his first ever serious girlfriend, that he told you about, to your dismay—flowers every Friday, and would constantly ask you to reschedule your planned dates. And you couldn’t say no to him, you loved seeing his bunny smile when he would bring up his planned dates with Yoonmin. You couldn’t be selfish and keep your best friend from being happy—that wasn’t you.

So, you let him go.

You let him cancel on you every time, only to reschedule, but cancel again because “Yoonmin wanted to do this…”, “Yoonmin wants to do that thing…”, “Oh, sorry, Yoonmin…”. After a while, you had stopped making plans with him, hanging out with Yoongi and Taehyung instead, sometimes even inviting Jimin along to Hogsmeade to grab some butter beers.

It wasn’t until Yoonmin and Jungkook broke up, did things go back to the way it was… Except, Kook hooked up with more women afterwards. You were there when he was sad that Yoonmin had broken up with him, but he wasn’t crying about it. He paid no mind to it actually, he said that “he didn’t want to be tied down anyways”.

So, he partied, bringing you along, only to leave you halfway through with random girls on his arm every night. And each night, that ate you alive. You wanted nothing more than for the man you love to look at you the way he eyed the women his eyes settled on, you wanted to be the one wrapped up in his arms, you wanted to be the one he kissed; but you knew Jungkook saw you nothing more than just a friend. It was painfully obvious. He never conjured up flowers for you just because, he never wrote you notes to magically appear at your seat when you sat down, he never rushed up behind you to give you the ‘behind hug’ every girl dreams of getting; Jungkook never did those for you because he simply didn’t feel the same way. It was the truth, and it definitely hurt.

But you’d never forget, after all those times he’s hurt you without knowing, the moment you truly understood that you were nothing but a friend to him…

It was 4th year; the Yule ball had been planned and the castle was buzzing. You had been asked out by many suitors, even those from the visiting school, Durmstrang, but you had rejected everyone in hopes that maybe Jungkook would ask you to be his date. You and he have been talking about the Yule Ball since you both were kids, and you both made a promise that if no one got asked, or no one accepted from anyone else, you’d go together; that was your promise. It was two days before the dance, and you still didn’t have a date, nor did Jungkook ask you. You, finally plucking up the courage to ask him yourself to stick by the promise you two had, you had written out a simple note that read ‘Be my date to the Yule ball?’ and tying it to Athena’s leg. She was perched on your shoulder while you walked towards Gryffindor’s dormitory, only to see Jungkook talking to Jin.

“Have you asked Y/n to the ball?” Jungkook chuckled.

“Hyung, I’m not asking her to the ball.” You had felt your heart drop.

“Why not? You two have been best friend for years? I thought you liked her?”

“No, hyung, I don’t like her like that. She’s just a friend, and besides, I already asked Jisoo yesterday to accompany me.”

You choked back your gasp, as you spun on your heel and gently slipping the note from Athena’s leg and shredding it with a flick of your wand. Not only was Jungkook not going to ask you, but he confirmed the relationship between you two. Just friends. He never saw you anything more and that alone hurt you more than him cancelling on you for his flings. Jungkook also had kept a secret from you. Something you both had promised to never do. He never told you about asking Jisoo to the ball, and he didn’t tell you until the day of. Needless to say, you didn’t bother showing up to the Yule ball. Yoongi and Taehyung were worried about you and checked in on you before they headed out. He was weary of you when you had said you caught a stomach flu and couldn’t attend, even Jimin had offered to make you a potion to help you feel better, but you had declined. Yoongi and Taehyung had begged you to let them stay with you, but you couldn’t do that to your best friends, so you had firmly stood your ground and had threatened to hex them if they didn’t leave within the next 4 minutes.

Luckily, the two boys gave up, letting you be, and hanging their heads low.

Snapping out of your thoughts you shrugged, “Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not… He never felt the same way.” You whispered before tugging your bag to your shoulder, leaving your two best friends to stare at you with sad eyes.

* * *

“So, did you find a date?” Jungkook whispered beside you while you were writing notes in Potions.

“No, I’m not going.” You whispered back not allowing yourself to look at him. You continued to write, ignoring the ache in your heart that seems to be more frequent ever since the night in the Owlery with Yoongi and Tae.

“WHAT?” Jungkook shouted, earning a chorus of shh’s and a glare from the professor at the front of the room. Jungkook sheepishly ducked his head in apology, before turning back to look at you.

“What?” Jungkook coughed out quieter, “What do you mean you’re not going? It’s our last ball!” He whispered louder.

You shrugged, squinting at the board, “Exactly that: I’m not going. I haven’t been going for years, what’s one more?” I’m not going just to watch you make out with your date, was what you wanted to say but you decided against it, since the words from 4thyear kept playing in your head.

Just a friend.

“But it’s our last one in our Hogwarts careers! The absolute last ball we’ll have together” He whines, “You have to go!” You rolled your eyes finally looking at him. Jungkook didn’t fail to notice your eyes slightly swollen and red from what he can assume was from crying, “Hey, wait, jagi, what’s—” but before he could voice out his concern you opened your mouth.

“I do not have to go, and I especially do not have to listen to whatever you say, Jeon Jungkook.” You whispered harshly, your voice cracking slightly, “I am not going to this stupid ball, so get that through your fucking head.” You snapped, closing up your book as the bell rang to switch classes. You shoved your chair back, tugging your bag over your shoulders and exited the room and away from him.

Jungkook stared you down with wide eyes following your figure before you disappeared out the door. He bit his lip looking down; you had never spoken to him so harshly in all your years of friendship, he almost didn’t notice the crack in your voice when you mentioned the ball, had he not been so focused on you, but when he heard the slight pain in your voice he couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in his chest; he felt a deeper wave of sadness when you had walked away from him abruptly before he could find out what was really wrong.

4 days before the ball

You had been avoiding Jungkook all week. You had decided that it was best to give yourself space from him. After reminiscing your past with Jungkook, all your feelings have been crashing down on you. Yes, you love him, but there was no point in telling him and ruining your friendship, since you know he doesn’t feel the same way. But it’s been 3 years, maybe it’s changed? You scoffed, you really needed to stop getting your hopes up over something that’s never going to happen. You’d been crying all week, confused, frustrated, you didn’t know what to feel. It was all just annoying to deal with, and the fact that Jungkook kept showing up wherever you turned, wasn’t helping.

The entire week Jungkook has been doing his best to talk to you, but every time you saw him, you’d turn away briskly and lose him within the crowds. You were so thankful that Hogwarts was as crowded as it was. He even tried seeking you out in your dormitory and thankfully Yoongi-oppa would always make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t see you.

Last night

“Hyung, is Y/n in?” You knew Jungkook’s voice anywhere, he sounded desperate, and his voice sounded croakier than usual.

“Ah,” Yoongi lifted his arms in a discreet way to look at you, to which you shook your head as you wiped underneath your eyes, “Sorry, Kook… She’s—she just headed up to bed.” You heard Jungkook let out a sigh.

“I know it’s late hyung, but can’t you just let me in to talk to her?” He sounded sad… It almost made you want to talk to him, but you had decided against it. You needed space—space from him—you wanted the ache in your chest to stop.

“I’m sorry Kook… I can’t.” Yoongi shut the door and looked over at you with sad eyes.

“Y/n… He’s a mess, talk to him.”

You shook your head as the tears began falling again, “I can’t, Yoongs… I need—I want— I don’t deserve to keep hurting.”

You were miserable, and so was he. You knew it. You would arrive to class either earlier than Jungkook would, and you’d opt to sitting next to Roe, your female friend in Slytherin, each class. Jungkook’s gaze would always find yours, before the color would flee from his eyes when he notices that you hadn’t saved him a spot. You’d leave quickly to avoid him and rushing to your next class before he could even turn to look your way. His eyes would search the room for your bright brown ones, but his shoulders would drop immensely when he realises that you were gone. You’d even started going to lunches and dinners earlier, only to quickly leave the minute his gaze finally finds yours when he sits at his house table.

As the days go by, it was getting easier to avoid him, and the heartaches were lessening. However, the love you have for him was still lingering, and you know for a fact that it wouldn’t go away. Yoongi and Taehyung have been pushing you to talk to him, to at least tell him why you’ve been avoiding him, but you deny every time. Even Jin has asked you why you’ve been so MIA and avoiding Jungkook, which you opt to say that you’re way too busy that the NEWT classes you were taking was what was keeping you so unavailable. Jin didn’t seem to believe you for a second, but he encouraged you to speak to Jungkook, claiming that he’s been cooped up in their dorm for days and wouldn’t leave unless for class and food. You had simply shrugged and said you’d do your best if you weren’t studying.

Night of the Ball

You were staring at the gorgeous gown that hung before you. You had been contemplating whether or not to go to the ball; you didn’t want to risk seeing Jungkook with his new conquest, but you had wanted to go… Yoongi and Tae have convinced you to go since it isyour last year ever, and they insist that ever Hogwarts student needs to partake in the school festivities at least once. So, here you were. Your long hair was half up in a messy bun and flowy curls draped down your back. Your makeup was simple, not too dolled up, but enough to know that you had fixed yourself up for the special event. You finally took the dress off the hanger and slid it on. It hugged your waist perfectly, accentuating all your curves, and showcases your smooth legs through the long side slit. It was a gorgeous deep purple that complimented your dewy skin. Sliding your black heels on, you exited your dorm.

Taehyung and Yoongi had told you to meet them in the Room of Requirement to pregame before the dance, which seemed odd to you, but they insisted that the Ravenclaws had wanted to keep it lowkey, because they had hidden all their fire whiskey in there. Your mind eased up since Namjoon had nodded in agreement.

Once you made it to the room, you entered noticing that there was a figure that was pacing back and forth. You stiffened when you saw the black hair with blue streaks that you were all too familiar with.

“Y/n.” Jungkook breathed, you noticed the darker circles that kissed his skin below his red eyes.

He’d been crying.

You almost felt guilty for avoiding him, but you had to do what was best for you. Scowling at yourself when the heartache that you had thought was gone, returned when you stared at the man in front of you.

“Y/n…” Jungkook stepped closer to you; You were frozen, unmoving, you couldn’t move. You were stupid, you shouldn’t have believed Tae and Yoongi, this was so typical of them.

You turned away to find the exit, only for Jungkook to gently grip your wrist before you could leave—before you could leave him.

“Please…” He whispered desperately, “C-can we talk?” His voice cracked. You sighed loudly.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook.” You stated before ripping your arm away from him. Jungkook made a sound, much like a whimper, as you continued to have your back to him.

“Why have you been avoiding me!” He raised his voice.

Jungkook never raised his voice at you.

“I have been trying to talk to you this whole week, y/n! I’ve tried to talk to you in class, in the Great Hall, I even tried to get Yoongi hyung to let me into your dorms!” Jungkook yelled, gripping his hair in frustration, while you wrapped your arms around your waist.

“I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been unfocused in classes, I’ve been skipping Quidditch because I have been trying to figure out what I had done to you that was so bad that you’d avoid me like a Death eater!” He was breathing heavily, you could hear his voice quivering, you knew he was either crying or about to cry.

“What had I done that hurt you so bad that you had been crying? What had I done that hurt you so bad, that you can’t even—you can’t even look at me anymore?” You flinched as you heard Jungkook choke out a sob. You refused to turn around, your own tears falling down your cheeks. It hurt, so bad that he didn’t know why you were upset.

And why were you?

You were angry because Jungkook didn’t love you the way you loved him, you were hurt that he never saw you the way you saw him, you were sad that all you ever were to him was just a friend when you saw him as way more.

You were being selfish… This isn’t his fault; you couldn’t make someone love you when they just—don’t.

“Y/n…” Jungkook sniffled, but he made no movements, “Talk to me… Please.” He begged. You covered your mouth with your hand as you chocked on your own sobs. Without turning around, you slumped over.

“That’s just it.” You croaked out, “You didn’t do anything.” You wiped you tears, but they just kept coming.

“Wha—what do you—”

“Jungkook, I love you.” You whispered throwing your head back, “I’m so in love with you it fucking hurts.” You couldn’t hear anything from him, so you continued, you had to, he had the right to know and maybe to fully let him go… You needed to confess.

“Ever since we were 13, I’ve loved you so much… I was delusional to even think that for a second, I could be anything more than just your best friend. I had hopes that you saw me as more than just a friend, but you began seeing other girls, going out with them, buying them flowers,” You laughed bitterly at the memory, “but you never did those things for me… And then 4th year; I was on my way to ask you to the Yule ball when I heard you telling Jin that you only saw me as a friend, and you had asked Jisoo…” You bit your lip, sniffling. You shut your eyes as the tears leaked down your face, “I tried to keep our promise from when we were younger… You remember that?”

Of course, he did… How could he forget? What you didn’t know was that he did want to ask you to the ball, but he was scared… Scared that you may not return the feelings he so deeply tried to suppress—to save your friendship, he couldn’t live with himself if he ruined it because he had fallen in love with you. He also couldn’t handle the rejection he’d get if you hadn’t felt the same about him…

Oh how stupid, he feels now.

“I knew then, that’s where I stood, where I always stood with you. You never saw me as anything more than just a friend, and that absolutely wrecked me; to know that my best friend, who I love so much, so much more than just a friend, could never see me as anything more. I’ve been so in love with you, Kook… I finally had enough this year.” You whimpered out, “I couldn’t handle seeing you with someone else tonight, but I owe it to myself to end my Hogwarts journey on a good note, with or without you, I don’t deserve to sulk over someone who doesn’t love me the way I love them.” You finished with a shaky breath. Jungkook had stayed silent the entire time. You had just poured your entire heart out, and he had nothing to say. Shaking your head, you walked forward to leave the room, but was stopped abruptly.

Jungkook’s hand flew out and spun you around and connected your lips with his. Stunned, you felt his lips move against your own as his hands slithered around your waist to pull you close to him, and tightening his grip just a little, as if he was scared that you’d leave him. Melting into the kiss, you could feel all the emotions that he was feeling sadness, anger, want? You could taste the saltiness of his tears mixed with your own, as the two of you molded as one. You had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, scared that you’d wake up from this dream. Slipping his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own, you felt his right-hand cup your face before he pecked you sweetly, pulling away.

You stared up at him in awe, his eyes still glistening with tears as he stared down at you.

“Jungkook—”

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He whispered against your lips, “I’m so sorry Y/n… I—I never meant to hurt you… I-I didn’t want to risk our friendship.” You peered into his eyes, searching them for any signs of regret from kissing you, but all you found was shame?

“I’ve loved you for so long.” He breathed, “I didn’t want to risk it… I—I was a coward; I didn’t even think of the possibilities that you loved me too…” He says while dropping his head. You pulled his face to look at your own, caressing his cheeks you bite back a grin.

“We’re a mess, huh?” You giggled placing your lips on his again, to which he returned.

“We are…” He pecked your lips again, holding you closer, “Am—am I too late?” You cocked your head in confusion, “Do-do you still want me...?”

You grinned, pulling him into another sweet kiss, “I’ve always wanted you, Kook.” Pulling him in again, Jungkook kissed you sweetly, ignoring the fact that the door had burst open.

“Oh, thank Merlin!”

“HA! Told you there were positive possibilities, Y/n!”

“Yah! That is enough—watch those fucking hands, Jeon or I swear to—”

“I’m sorry I lied Y/n! Don’t kill me!”

“Just a friend, huh?”

“Wait a minute... Am I the only one that didn’t know they had a thing for each other?”

tag-list:

@xpeachesncream, @writtenwhalien, @gee-nee,

love

‘Permission to Dance’ - Taehyung

GIIIIRL, not me getting Jimin bias wrecked this morning AND Song Kang making me an absolute simp.

like y'all where can I find a nice hunk of man??? cuz it ain't here in Canada 😭

SONG KANG in Navillera 2021 | dir. Han Dong Hwa

nikkiiiiiii 😭😭 aish, i so glad to make you laugh!!! that's so sweet of you omg!!!

here's a pic of our bias' together, and me ✨manifesting✨ that we'll recreate this pic together 🥺🥺

6 moots that make you laugh the most (in any order)

ah that’s hard! everyone i talk to and come across makes me smile / laugh (in a good way) in one way or another. but to really answer the question - @invisiblefortoday @jimidol @lovelytaes-blog @enchantaeduniverse @chans-baby-girl @shesoldbutcute 💞

OH MY GOD OUCH. IM IN PAIN 😭😭😭😭. AH WHAT THE HECK

The Island | KTH (Seven)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) maid outfit, spanking, vaginal fingering, panty sniffing, pussy slapping, Oc’s ex is an ass, use of a vibrator, mirror sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, rougher sex, choking, sad oc, vulnerable Tae,

Notes: Ch7 is here! A lot goes on but I hope you guys like this chapter. I would say the second part of the story is truly beginning. ;) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

Taglist: @ggukkieland @707sblog @peacedreamer14 @dopedreamfireparty @everythingnamjoon @taebae19 @typicalgenzworld @mooniyooni @getmemyfries @helenazbmrskai @justinetingball @jpeachytaev @marplest @calling-dips-on-j-hope @lecavivien @fancycollectormoon

© taestefully-in-luv

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Month 7

“I believe you missed a spot.” You glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung pointing down at some random spot on the lower shelf of the bookcase. His expression is dark, his eyes half lidded as he gazes at you. You turn around to face him, your breasts pushed out thanks to the…outfit…you are wearing. You reach forward with the white duster in hand and lightly sweep it across his chest.

“Where?” You tease. “Here?” You slide the duster lower until it barely grazes over his crotch.

Taehyung slightly moves his head to the side as he pushes a short breath of air out, he looks up as a sly smile draws itself on his perfect lips.

“Finish dusting the bookshelf,” he sounds amused, “Down there, I want you bent over, making sure it’s perfectly cleaned.” He points low again.

You raise your brows and say ‘Ah’, turning back around to face the shelves again. “Yes, Taehyung.” You whisper out and he smirks.

Your maid outfit is quite short on you, the material tight around your body. It’s very low cut giving Taehyung the perfect view of your pushed up breasts that he basically drools at the sight. But now he is getting the view of your ass. The way you are bent over, dusting the shelf has his pants getting tighter and tighter around his cock.

Taehyung walks forward until his crotch is directly pushed up against your cheeks, and his hands are gripping at your waist.

“Lower, clean lower.” He instructs and you begin to bend lower, your ass on fuller display now, the black lacey thong doing little to cover you and leaving nothing to the imagination. Taehyung’s eyes slowly skim down your back until they are settling at your cheeks being pushed up against him.

“Am I doing a good job?” you wiggle your ass and he bites down on his bottom lip. Hard. His plump flesh stuck between his teeth as he continues to stare down at you. You start moving your ass side to side, up and down. Circling your hips into his crotch and Taehyung sighs out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Don’t make me fuck you right here.” He warns, his voice is tight and strained. You can’t help but push back harder, feeling his hardening cock grow against your cheeks. Taehyung steps back from you, his hands sliding from your waist to your ass. He squeezes the cheek and gives one side a generous spank.

“Keep moving your hips.” He commands, “Fuck yourself onto my fingers.” And then his hand slides down until his fingers are at your wet folds, the material of your thong barely covering you. With his other hand he begins to slip your underwear off of you, he squats behind you dragging them down your legs, slowly…very slowly. You whine when he takes his time, he is always taking his fucking time. It drives you absolutely nuts.

“For fucks sake, woman.” He breathes out, “You are so fucking wet. You like dressing up this much? You like teasing me this much?” he lifts one foot at a time as he takes the underwear off of you. He brings the panties to his nose and sniffs the soaked material.

“Mm.” He throws the thong to the ground, and gets closer to your bare pussy.

You wiggle your ass again and he darkly chuckles, he brings his hand forward and lightly slaps your wet cunt.

“Taehyung!” You moan, you voice shaking as your arousal begins dripping down your pussy and onto your inner thighs. “Please touch me again.”

“My fingers.” He says, “That’s all you get.”

His fingers play at your folds again, they slide between them, gathering your juices. His fingers are so intimidatingly beautiful and long and you anticipate the feel of them entering you. But he doesn’t quite yet, he just continues to slide them between your folds. The tips of his fingers brushing against your clit, leaving you whining.

“I only have one rule for you baby girl.” Taehyung leans forward to kiss your right ass cheek. “You have to be loud. I want every microphone in this place picking up your moans.” He finally dips a finger into your hole and you cry out.

“That’s it. But louder.” He leaves another kiss as he enters another finger. The high pitched moan that leaves your lips should be illegal, it is such a cry in pleasure that it is obvious that his fingers bring you a feeling of euphoria.

“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You start chanting his name, in hopes he will enter another long finger but instead he starts to slowly, very fucking slowly, thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curls them in a way that brushes against your most sensitive fucking spot that has you rocking your hips along with his movements.

“That’s it baby.” He stops moving his hand, but continues to curl and scissor his fingers in you as you fuck his fingers. You rock your hips back and forth, choosing a quick pace as you fuck his long, delicious fingers. Your long, dragged out moans fills his ears and he just smiles as he stares at your pussy. His cock is aching. He wants to fuck you so bad. But as said before, he is a man of self-control. His ability to refrain from fucking you rough and quick astonishes even him.

“Taehyung!” you whine, “Oh god!”

His fingers continue to hit that spot inside you that has you tensing so hard, you clench around his fingers and moan loudly, so fucking loudly that you don’t even recognize yourself.

“That’s it…that’s it.” His other hand sneaks its way around your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. He starts rubbing tight circles, your knees shaking and your body starting to give out.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna…” you pant, “Can I come? Please?” you move against him faster.

Taehyung licks his lips, he watches at your juices run down your legs and he feels so fucking pleased with himself. He finally starts thrusting his fingers into you once again, at a brutal pace while his other fingers still work themselves on your clit. Your shaky legs give out on you and you fall to all fours on the floor. Your face smooshed in the carpet as you raise your ass higher in the air.

“You can come.” He gives his permission and you groan out loudly, “Now.” He says with a low voice. You feel the wave of your orgasm hit you, it washes over you wave after wave, drowning you in pleasure. Your body is about to fall completely to the floor when Taehyung’s fingers leave your body to catch you.

“That’s it baby.” He whispers, “You did so fucking well.” He starts rubbing your back as he pulls you into his chest. “You put on quite the show. I bet these fuckers watching are creaming their fucking pants right now.” He chuckles. You breathe heavily into his chest, a small laugh leaving your mouth.

“How about we shower?” he offers, his hand still on your back. “Clean you up.”

“I want…I want you to come too…” you say between harsh breaths, “Not fair that I—”

“Oh baby.” Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and laughs. “You think I wouldn’t come at the sight of you? You think my cock stayed good? Stayed pure? You think I didn’t explode in my pants watching you fuck my fingers? Watching you on all fours in this fucking outfit?”

You lift your head from him with a confused expression until a smirk plays at your lips.

“You came? Just watching me? Without touching yourself?”

Taehyung opens his eyes to gaze at you, his licks his lips and brings your hand to dip inside his pants. The feeling is wet and sticky and your eyes widen.

“You’re just too fucking sexy.” He admits with a dark chuckle, “Sometimes I allow myself to lose a little control, you know?”

Dear Lord, this man drives you fucking nuts. You lean in to find his lips…you don’t think you will ever get used to this. The feeling of his lips on yours…the feeling of this.

But something is off. You feel it deep within your bones. And nothing makes you more afraid.

~~~~~~

“W-What do you mean?” you feel your lip tremble. “What are you talking about?”

“This has gone on too long, y/n. I had to do something about it.” Ben’s lips are set in a firm line. “You are crossing too many boundaries.”

“Boundaries? I just told them we—”

“We what?” he snaps. “You blabbed and lied to the whole office.”

“L-Lied?” you feel your body get really warm, slowly filling with rage. “What are you talking about? Lied?”

“Saying we are in some sort of romantic relationship? How delusional are you?” he grits out, “So I was nice to you a few times, but you become so delirious and imagine we are in some sort of relationship?” he scoffs, “It’s truly sick.”

You pull your eyebrows together, completely confused and shocked at his words. What is he fucking saying? What is he going on about?

“I filed a complaint about you to HR. They will deal with this legally.”

“L-Legally?” You’re speechless. “What the fuck are you talking about Ben?” you glance towards his cracked open office door, you know at the volume you two are speaking at you can be heard.

“You told me you loved me!” you cry out. “You have fucked on this very desk!” you point at his office desk and look at him incredulously.

“Christ’s sake, y/n. I will call security.”

You feel tears bubble in your eyes and they begin streaming down your face.

“Ben? What is this about? Why are you doing this?”

“This is truly unprofessional.” He walks closer to you then leans down to whisper in your ear. “If I were you, I would just go.” Then leans away with a dark smirk on his face.

“Fuck you.” You spit out, “Go to fucking Hell.” You turn towards his office door and swing it open, walk through, and slamming it shut.

You wipe at your face, walking to your cubicle to gather your things. Layla stares at you from her seat and shakes her head disapprovingly.

“You’re so pathetic.” She snarls, “Making all this shit up.”

You whip your head in her direction, not believing your ears. Sure, you kept your relationship a secret for a while and maybe she has a hard time believing that but—

“Did you do all this because you were jealous?” Layal spits out, “That he would flirt with me? Did you want it to be you?”

“Layla—”

“Get out of here.”

You feel weak. Too weak to respond, too weak to defend yourself. You gather your things and make your way out of the buildings floor, to the elevators. You cry the entire way down to the ground floor. Not believing a thing that just happened to you. The man you have been with for over 6 moths just betrayed the fuck out of you, just embarrassed you in front of the entire office. He ruined you. You will never recover from this. How could you?

“So she…chose him over you?” Taehyung’s deep voice crawls all over your skin as he asks the question that depresses you further.

“I guess…” you bring a cracker to your lips, sticking it between them but not eating it. You stare blankly at the couch cushion beneath you, not entirely wanting to have this conversation.

“But you two were friends…” Taehyung scrunches his face in displeasure, he’s starting to get peeved, you can tell.

“It’s fine, Tae.” You finally open your mouth and take a bite of the cracker and swallow the dry food in one go. The crackers slowly making its way down your throat, a lump is formed and you reach towards the coffee table a gulp down some water.

“It’s not fine y/n.” he huffs out, “These people hurt you. Makes me wanna—”

“I said it’s fine.” You try again, setting the water back down. “It’s in the past.”

“Babe…” Taehyung’s hand finds yours, he wraps his fingers around yours tightly and strokes his thumb over your soft skin. “I know you don’t want to remember this…I understand. Talking about your past can be hard—”

“What about you?” you snap your head up, looking into his eyes with a somewhat hard stare. “Should we talk about your past?”

“I’m an open book, y/n.” he whispers softly, “You can ask me whatever and I will gladly tell you…” he squeezes your hand but you continue to stare at him coldly.

“What about Hana? In her eyes you guys are practically together.” You grit your teeth, “I kind of feel like the other woman here.” You admit. Taehyung’s eyes widen just slightly before they fill with something similar to guilt.

“But we weren’t together. And I doubt she is waiting for me all this time…”

“You claimed to be so in love with her Taehyung, and now you just aren’t?” you snap, making Taehyung flinch. His lips turn downwards as a frowns decorates his face, he then looks at you narrowing his eyes.

“Careful, y/n.” he warns. “I understand you’re feeling—”

“Oh? And how am I feeling?” you pull your hand away from his, setting it into your lap, joining your other hand.

“Insecure.” He says bluntly. “But it’s okay. I will say what I have to say to reassure you.”

“Oh? So you are just saying whatever you think will help me feel better? Whatever it takes, right?”

“y/n…” Taehyung can’t help but rolls his eyes. “Everything I say will be the truth. I would never…I will never lie to you.”

You stare at him with pinched brows, your breathing harsher than before. You grit your teeth in frustration and tear your eyes away from his.

“Sure, Taehyung. So what? You just suddenly don’t feel anything for her?”

Taehyung breathes in and out a few times, trying to gather his patience.

“A long time ago I asked you if it really seemed like a had feelings for her…everyone was right. I don’t. I just wanted to. I wanted something, someone…but now—”

“How do I know you just aren’t transferring those same feelings to me?”

“For fucks sake, woman.” Taehyung runs a hand down his face. “I am literally falling in love with you!”

Your eyes quickly dart across the room, you try to find something to focus on—anything but Taehyung.

“Look at me.” He demands of you. “Now.” And then you are feeling his fingers at your jaw as he softly guides you to face him. “I am going to make sure this works no matter what. And that will take a lot of fucking communication. So talk.”

“I…” your eyes finally find his, they’re like a pool of chocolate and you find yourself wanting to take a dip. “I don’t know if I am ready.” You breathe out, the admission making you feel small.

Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.

“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.

“You.”

Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.

“I…” he begins, “I understand.”

“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”

“I said I understand.” He reminds you softly. “And trust me, I know you like me, I would be blind to think you didn’t. I don’t play games y/n. I don’t want you to either. Be real with me, be honest.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re still going through a lot, you probably don’t have closure…you probably have a lot to work out when you get back home.” He says quickly, “Love is the last thing on your mind—”

“That’s not true!” you cut in. “God, Taehyung you make me…you make me want to forget everything. You make me want to stay on this island with you for forever.”

Taehyung blinks at you again before he offers you a small smile.

“But that’s not real life y/n.” he looks down at his hands, “I want to experience real life with you.” He finds your eyes again, “And you aren’t ready for that.”

“I want to be.” Your eyes begin to wet with tears. “I really, really want to be.”

“I know baby.”

“Slow.” You scoot closer to him, “I still want to be in this. Just slow.” You say, not believing yourself. Your trauma isn’t your only problem here. It’s this whole damn company.

“You still want me?” Taehyung whispers softly and you begin to feel yourself melt into liquid, your body puddling on the couch.

“Tae…” you lean into his space, pecking his lips lightly. “Yes, of course.” You lean back and smile. “You mean so much to me…” you look down at his tense hands. You want to comfort him now. “You are such a light in my life.” You fingers cover his hands and your squeeze lightly. “I feel so strongly for you.” You admit. Hating yourself for being so drawn to him.

“Yeah?” he releases some of the tension in his body through a long, shaky breath.

“Yeah.”

“Then we have to communicate. I know it’s hard. But y/n, I am quite literally desperate to make this work.” He sighs, “I will do whatever it takes. And I just want to know if you will do the same.” His dark eyes pierce into yours and you find yourself being even more drawn to him, leaning closer and closer like he has you under some sort of spell.

“Yes, Taehyung. But…”

“She quit her job out of nowhere! Came back home? This isn’t damn suspicious to you honey?” Your moms voice is loud enough for you to hear from the living room.

“She said she has her reasons sweetheart. Let’s just trust her, be there for her.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with that boyfriend she had? You think they broke up?” you mother pries further, making your father roll his eyes.

“You think our daughter would move to another town just because of a break up?” he groans and you bite your bottom lip as you eavesdrop.

You hear your mother scoff, “Wouldn’t be that surprised. She’s known for running away when shit hits that fan.” She reminds your dad and you feel your eyes gloss over and the slight burn of your throat.

“Sweetheart…” you father warns, “Let’s just be there for her for now, she will come to us eventually.”

But will you? Even your father isn’t sure.

You feel the tightness in your chest only intensify as you recall your memories. Taehyung watches you with careful eyes as he thinks of your life and the things you’ve been through. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, your head getting buried into his shoulder and he starts to soothingly rub your back.

“You can cry if you need to.” His voice is soft, softer than you have ever heard it. This only pushes you to listen to him…you cry. You cry just as hard as you did in the elevator that first day. He rubs circles into your back and whispers sweet words into your hair. You hate this. You feel pathetic. But somehow you feel yourself getting freed with every tear that drops and soaks into his t shirt. You finally…finally after all this time, for the first time, feel someone’s support. You feel someone understand you, believe you.

“Taehyung…” you cry into his shirt harder as that realization hits you. “Taehyung…”

He slams his eyes shut and inhales you. The scent of your shampoo filling his senses and he goes dizzy.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.”

But he won’t always be here, you think. Once he goes home why wouldn’t he just continue to live his normal life? Why wouldn’t Hana wait for him? He’s amazing. He’s absolutely the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Why wouldn’t someone wait for him?

This only makes you cry harder. He pulls you into his lap and continues to stroke your back. He is terrified. He won’t say that out loud, but he is. He is falling for you harder and harder with every moment he spends with you, good or bad. He just wants to protect you, to be there for you, to make you safe and happy.

“y/n?” he leans back to get a look at your crying face, but you only shove your face deeper onto his shoulder, refusing to be seen right now.

“Will you look at me?” he softly pleads. “Please.”

You hesitate for a moment but finally lift your head, showing him your swollen eyes and puffy lips.

“Still think you are falling in love with me?” you joke pathetically and Taehyung smiles sadly.

“I think I already am.”

Month 8

It’s been 8 months…stuck on this island for 8 months. You know the day to return home is coming at any moment. The anticipation quite literally kills you. Every day that passes you want to believe that Taehyung’s feelings are real. You want to believe it so badly. But something deep within you, stops you. You have these heavy ass doubts that weigh you down.

Taehyung isn’t blind…of course he has noticed. He has known you for 8 months, you and only you so of course he has noticed—he knows you—he hates how well he knows you. Taehyung doesn’t give up though, he gives you space when you obviously need it and he is there for you when you also obviously need it. This makes you feel like a mess. Mostly just makes you feel as pathetic as you probably are.

You lay in bed with Taehyung snoozing next to you, his arm draped lazily around your hips. Did this company win? They forced you two together…and he probably only thinks he’s in love with you. You are the only one he knows…what other choice did he have? You blink back growing tears and huff out loudly.

“You okay?” you hear Taehyung whisper from beside you, startling you.

“Y-Yes.” You lie. “Just—”

“Just stressed? You have been really stressed the last month…” he awkwardly chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to distress I guess.” You awkwardly laugh back and he stays silent for a moment.

“I could think of a few ways…”

It’s been a while since the two of you had sex. Maybe a few weeks? You’ve just been so into your head that you just can’t get into it. But Taehyung’s touch sounds so warm and inviting right now.

“And…what are those ways?” you turn to lay on your side, inching closer to him.

“What ways will make you most comfortable?” Taehyung asks slowly and carefully. His hand reaches up to caress you cheek and you automatically lean into his touch for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Anything you can come up with Tae.” You breathe out, you words hitting his plush lips.

“I think I know how to relax you.” He tests the waters by leaning in to kiss you. The sigh of relief that pushes past his lips when you kiss him back is almost comical, almost sad.

“Come with me.” He says pulling away from you, only confusing you.

“W-Where?” you ask as he rises from the sheets and steps out onto the floor. You follow his lead though, leaving the bed to join him. He takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom, walking you through the hallway until you reach another bedroom door. This room?!

“Tae…” you softly say his name and he squeezes your hand.

“Just trust me.” He opens the bedroom door and switches on the soft, low lighting.

You both walk through the room and he leads you in front of the bed.

“Undress.” He tells you, his voice a little lower than usual. “Now.”

You release a long breath before lifting your tank top of your head and shoving your shorts down your legs. You stand here in just a purple bralette and some black panties and Taehyung raises a brow at you.

“All the way.” He says, “All your clothes.”

He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits expectantly. His dark gaze making you feel nervous so suddenly.

“D-Don’t stare.” You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, the purple material dropping to the floor, exposing your breasts.

“Panties next.” He commands, licking his lips as he gazes at you.

“Taehyung.” You whine, feeling so exposed. Taehyung walks closer to you until he’s standing inches away, his hand reaches forward until his fingers are playing with the band of your underwear. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I said panties next.” Then he’s stepping away from you as he smirks.

You gulp, trying not to roll your eyes as you feel the sting on your hips from the panties being slapped against you.

“Yes Taehyung.” You listen, dragging the panties down one leg at a time, they pool at your ankles and you kick them away.

“Good job baby girl.” He says, turning around to walk towards one of the drawers. He rummages through it until he finds what he is looking for.

“Perfect.” He says, holding something small in his hands. You don’t know what it is specifically, but you have an idea considering you know what’s in that drawer.

“Taehyung.” You whine again and he keeps what’s in his hand hidden as he walks towards you. He sits on the edge of the bed, scotting back just a bit and spreading his legs.

“Sit between my legs.” He orders. “Facing the mirror.”

You raise a brow at him and he smiles. “Just trust me.” He says.

“Okay…” you walk forward and turn around, sitting on the bed and scooting between his legs until your bare back in flush against his chest.

“Take your shirt off…I want to feel your skin on my skin.” You quietly beg. Taehyung takes a moment to think before he’s nodding his head at you, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.

“Sure baby.” He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it off to the side and you lean back to feel his warn skin on your back.

You stare at him through the mirror, his breaths hitting the side of your neck and you begin to close your eyes. What does he have in mind?

“Spread your legs. Put your legs on either side of mine…bend your knees…just like that, yes.” Taehyung praises you as you do as he instructs. You watch in the mirror as Taehyung guides your legs apart, his eyes on your pussy in the mirror as you expose yourself to him.

“Perfect.” Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound. Your eyes shoot open and you catch his gaze.

“Tae…”

He shows you the small bullet vibrator to you in the mirror, his smile growing as he watches your eye lids get heavier. You nod your head to him, and roll it back until it hits his shoulder.

“Oh baby, you’re the one doing it, I’m just here for support.” He takes your hand and wraps your fingers around the small vibrator. You eye him in the mirror and breathe out roughly, you feel yourself getting wet at just the thought.

“I’m getting myself off?” your shaky voice makes Taehyung chuckle.

“That’s the idea.” He gestures for you to begin. “Go ahead.”

You lick your dry lips and stare at yourself in the mirror. You slowly bring the vibrator closer to your body, your eyes scan your body until you get the idea to start at top. You bring the vibrator and circle it around your left nipple. You sigh out when it first makes contact, the vibrations making your bud harden. Taehyung watches in amusement, he bites down on his plump bottom lip and moves his hips upwards.

You can feel his cock getting hard at the top of your ass cheeks, between your crack. He must like what he sees. You slowly glide the small vibrator down the valley of your breasts until its dragging down to your lower belly. You sigh out again, drawing pictures over your sensitive stomach. You then glide the vibrator to your inner thigh, moving it closer and closer to your dampening folds. You sigh out a little louder this time, making Taehyung gulp as he watches you.

You feel his hard cock twitch in his shorts, the thin material doing little to hide his raging erection.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours now.

You finally take the vibrator and put it at your center…you start low. The toy at your hole until you slowly, very slowly drag it upwards…you press the button and raise the speed a setting. You swallow hard when you drag it even higher, and the buzzing toy finally meets your clit. You don’t intend for this—but the moan that leaves your mouth is long, and loud. You slowly close your eyes as you circle the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, pressing the button again and it begins to vibrate faster. You move your hips up and down, the feeling so fucking good that you cannot help the way you squirm between his legs.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” His hands go from your hips to your thighs and he squeezes them. You open your eyes and get a look at yourself first. Your expression is so fucked out as you continue to run the vibrator against your clit, the loud buzzing not doing much to drown out your moans. Then your eyes find his…his eyes are terrifyingly dark, filled with the most lust you can imagine. He heaving chest only pushes you to buck your hips harder onto the vibrator.

You press the button once more, the setting changing into a pulsing vibration and you cry out, pressing the button again, building the tension. Taehyung catches his bottom lip between his teeth again, he swears he can taste blood from how hard he is biting. You squirm harder between his legs, beginning to slide down his chest as you start to chase your high that is soon approaching. You are leaving a fucking mess…your inner thighs are drenched and you are leaving a big soak spot on the sheets from how dripping wet you are.

“You’re doing so good baby. Can I touch you?” Taehyung’s voice is deep and strained and you frantically nod your head yes.

You lean your head back on his shoulder again, your half lidded eyes watching as his hand moves closer to your pussy. He uses his other hand to spread your legs further apart and then his eyes bore into your pussy as his fingers dive into your neglected hole. He starts thrusting his fingers in and out as quickly as he can as you raise the speed on the vibrator. You clit is begging you to come. You watch Taehyung’s fingers fuck your hole in the mirror, his eyes focused on this as well. You whimper when you feel your orgasm coming to hit you like a fucking truck, it hits so hard. Taehyung’s free hand grabs a hold of your hand that holds the vibrator and pushes it down on your clit harder, making you see fucking stars as this orgasm washes over you with the most intense wave possible. You shake between his legs, squirming once more when you finish climaxing. But Taehyung keeps the vibrator on you and you cry out, loud and whiny.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze them tightly. “Taehyung!” you pant out.

“Come again.” He adds pressure on your clit, and raises the speed.

You feel the buzzing toy make you go into overdrive. Taehyungs fingers still thrusting in and out of you, curling inside your pussy making you overwhelmed. The toy works its magic though, making you feel a crash of waves, multiple waves drown you repeatedly. You ride them out, as he slows the vibrations down and his fingers leave your hole. You breathe out roughly, crying in pleasure.

“Good girl, good girl.” You lean back on Taehyung and shut your eyes, trying to even out your breathing.

After several long moments of composing yourself you begin to slowly turn in Taehyung’s lap, on your knees, facing him. His eyes stay on the mirror, they travel down your back until they land on your ass. His hands find their way to it, and squeezes it roughly. His eyes finally leave the mirror and meet your gaze.

“What is it baby?” one hand leaves your ass to caress your cheek, “What is it?”

“Will you fuck me? Right here?” you lower yourself onto his crotch, your dripping wet pussy leaking onto his shorts. You can feel how rock hard his is. How is he able to control himself this well?

“Is that what you want? Me?” He narrows his dark eyes at you and smirks.

“Yes.”

“Get on all fours.” He commands, lifting you off his body as he stands to take his shorts and briefs off. His member springs free and you have never seen it so angry, so swollen, so needy, so ready. You listen to what he says, getting on all fours, facing the mirror once more.

“I want you to be rough with me.” You say confidently. “Don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”

“Be careful what you wish for here babe.” Taehyung warns with amusement in his voice.

Taehyung gets on his knees on the bed and positions himself behind you, without much warning he quickly thrusts his cock into your hole. You gasp out, your body pushed forward from the force. Suddenly, he’s grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it up to lift your body to his. You are flush against his chest as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want then?”

“Yes.” You moan out when you feel him starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. He yanks your head to the side and starts placing hot, wet kisses down your neck. One hand on your hip and the other crawls up your stomach, squeezes a tit and then is at you throat. He starts to lightly choke you as he thrusts harder and harder, his grip on your throat getting tighter as well.

“All mine.” He growls into your ear. He pushes your upper body down until you are on all fours again, his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he bites his lips. He begins rolling his hips into your pussy, fucking you deeper. You hear him groan, he watches you in the mirror the entire time as you roll your eyes back. Your loud moans, whiny and desperate.

“Please, harder!” you beg. Taehyung smirks at you…he raises a hand and it comes down on your ass. Then his hips slap into your ass cheeks with such force that you shake, his thrusts so fucking powerful. His skin slapping against your skin, the squelching sound of your pussy and both of your moans fill the room.

“Fuck, fuuuuuuck.” You scream out, his dick reaching so far into you, hitting your fucking g spot over and over.

Taehyung lifts you up again by the hair and once you are on your knees his cock leaves your hole and he pushes you to the mattress. He positions you so you are on your side facing the mirror once again, then he lays behind you and quickly inserts his member into your pussy again.

“Aaagghh.” You groan out when you feel him start to fuck into you, his cock doing wonders. His hand makes its way back to your throat as he starts to choke you again, he leans down until his mouth is latched onto yours and his tongue is down your throat.

You kiss him back with passion, your tongues tangling and dancing. Its wet and sloppy and god, you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Taehyung slaps his hips into you, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels himself getting closer and closer. His hand creeps up your pussy and his fingers find your clit, he rubs on it so deliciously quick that you feel the tension begin to build uncontrollably.

“Faster, faster.” You chant and he grits his teeth in frustration. He’s about to blow, he wants you to come first though but god, if he goes faster he’s going to come all inside you.

“I’m so close Tae, faster!” you plead. He breathes out roughly as he thrusts into you quickly, his fingers pushing down harder on your clit. You feel your orgasm so fucking close, it’s about to explode.

“Fuuuucckk.” Taehyung whines, “I’m gonna come y/n.” he warns. “Where should i—”

“Inside me!” you beg, “Please, please. I need to feel you come inside me, I want all of your cum…” you continue to beg and he throws his head back as he fucks your harder.

His fingers don’t stop their assault on your clit and that is it. That is all you need because you are coming, creaming all over his aching cock. He finally still his hips and shoots his load inside you, painting your walls a milky white. His chest heaves as he holds on to you, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Let me stay inside you.” He doesn’t ask. He tells. You nod your head and look at him through the mirror.

“Taehyung.” You moan, “You feel so good inside me.”

“You absolutely feel amazing.” He assures you, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Always do.”

After a few moments, Taehyung begins to softly thrust into you again, pushing his cum even deeper within you with his long, thick length. You wince at the feeling but you meet him half way, shoving your ass further into him.

“Again?” you ask in a moan.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He admits between bated breaths.

His head falls on to your shoulder as he slowly fucks you again, his breathing is as unsteady as can be. He groans when he feels your ass push back, making him fuck you faster.

“Slow baby.” He warns, “Just want to enjoy being inside you.” He takes one of your legs and lifts it over his, “Deeper?” he asks.

“Yes, this is good.” You moan, “So good.” The slow drag of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots again has you melting.

He fucks you like this for a long while, your long, loud moans in competition with his groans and grunts. You swear you can die like this. His cock is sliding in and out of you so slowly and so accurately hitting your g spot that you clench around him so tightly causing him to slam his eyes shut and fuck you just a bit faster.

“Let’s come.” He orders and that is honestly what it takes for you. You feel your orgasm hit you and you ride it out as he comes inside you again, he whines when he finishes.

“God, you feel so amazing.” He whimpers out and you love the sound of him being the whiny one for once.

“You too babe.” You say, your eyes catching his in the mirror. His hand grips your waist and begins to turn you over in his embrace.

Taehyung smiles softly towards you and leans forward to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls back just as quickly and smirks.

“feeling a little less stressed?”

You feel your heart pinch in your chest…right…your stress. You feel guilt bubble over but you try to smile for him anyway. “Yes babe.” You whisper. “Yes.”

~~~~~~

It’s late, you know that much. You and Taehyung are laid in bed in the master, he’s all snuggled up against you, his soft breaths hitting the side of your neck. You hate yourself. You hate all this overthinking.

The company won. They fucking won. You were never supposed to fall for this, fall for him. Not actually, no, not really. But in pretend, yes. But now they won for real.

You feel lost right now. You briefly felt amazing, but now your overthinking has taken over and now you are left feeling anxious. And you have your biggest fear. Does Taehyung only think he’s in love with you? This company forced you two to be together, to “fall in love” and of course, after spending everyday with you he might think he feels something. That scares you, because it could be true. Your heart just breaks into pieces thinking about it. How do you know that the reason you have feelings for Taehyung isn’t because this company tricked you into it and it’s not real? That thought breaks your heart into even more pieces.

You lay here, your breaking heart pounding in your chest. You could cry. Well, of course you could fucking cry—it’s you. But you could really cry. The type of cry session where you release heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“Why are you awake?” Taehyung’s voice has you jumping in place. He knits his brows together, concern is laced in his voice.

“Can’t sleep.” you reply plainly. Taehyung smiles, pinching your arm.

“Too happy?” he asks.

You can’t do this. Your bottom lip begins to tremble and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Taehyung’s smile fades as the seconds tick by.

“What’s wrong?” he rushes, his hand gripping your arm gently.

You can’t do this. Your eyes start glossing over and you try your hardest to blink back any building tears. Taehyung rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying his best to soothe you.

“y/n, talk to me.” His eyes are wide and round and beautiful.

“Please talk to me, please.” He begs. Yes, Taehyung fucking begs. The tone of his voice is soft and low and pleading. And this just pushes your tears further. Taehyung pulls you into his chest as you begin crying. Those heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“It’s okay baby, shh, shh.” He pats your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“I’m here. You’re just…you’re just overwhelmed, that’s all.” He tries to reason for you. You just cry even harder. Taehyung clears his throat, “Yeah, just overwhelmed.” It sounds like he is convincing himself rather than you.

“Tae…” You cry out softly, trying to calm your tears. When you are able to form coherent sentences you lean back from him and look into his eyes.

“We should talk.” You whisper, for once in your life handling some confrontation.

“No.” Taehyung says, surprising you. “We can-we can talk tomorrow.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. He knows. He knows where this conversation is headed. Because of fucking course he would know, his mind has had to wander there too. Because it’s your reality. “Let’s-let’s just sleep.” And he pulls you in his arms again but you pull away. He looks pained by your action. Your heart drops.

“No Tae—”

“Please.” You both just stare at each other. Silence lingers in the air at your lack of response. Then you are scooting closer to his warm body, wrapping an arm over his chest, you hear him sigh in relief. He then holds you the tightest he has ever held you. His breaths are shaky and you want to cry again. But you don’t.

“I love you.” You barely hear him from how softly he whispers it. But you do hear him and it makes you want to bawl. But once again, you don’t.

You exhale deeply into his chest and close your eyes. You love him too. But you don’t say it. You let the silence swallow you both whole and you swear you can feel his body tremble for a moment and him sniffling above your head.

“Goodnight Taehyung.” And off to sleep you go, no matter how broken you feel.

~~~~~~~~

“Good morning sunshine!” Taehyung is bouncing on the bed slightly as he hovers over you. His smile is big and bright like a kid who just received candy. You want to smile but your heart is heavy. Why is he so happy?

“I made breakfast! Pancakes, your favorite…although I don’t make them as good as you,” He looks all over the room as he speaks, “But I have to say, they’re pretty damn good. I had to test try them of course, make sure they’re safe to eat.” He laughs at himself. “Why don’t you wash up? Then come downstairs.” He smiles at you, his bright eyes shining down at you.

Why is he acting like last night didn’t happen? Well, he’s acting like the good parts of last night happened but not the rest of the night.

“y/n?” he looks down at you, big puppy dog eyes.

“Huh?” You blink up at him.

“Come on!” then he leans down and kisses you on the lips. It’s quick, really quick. But it happens. He lifts himself back up, he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip and his eyes slide to the door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Then he’s jumping out of bed and making his way out of the room.

What the fuck is happening? Why is he pretending you two aren’t necessarily in the best place right now? Like, you don’t have to have a serious conversation? But your confidence to confront him has wavered quite a bit, and you hate yourself for being so weak. You knew you should of done it last night but you let him win. You just couldn’t stand the sight of him being so sad. Today he is super happy! Fake happy. He’s forcing himself and it breaks your heart. Jesus fucking Christ. But his fake smile is better than his real frown.

You force yourself out of bed and drag your feet across the room to the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth but you really need a shower. Especially after last night, you are sure you smell like sweat and sex. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. He smelled clean. He smelled like soap and his musk, an intoxicating combination. After you’re through with the bathroom you make your way downstairs, the house smells like bacon and you groan at how good it smells.

“Hi.” Taehyung chirps, his smile grows as you walk closer.

“Hi,” You reply slowly, walking up to the dining table. Taehyung slides a plate of pancakes over to the spot in front of him.

“For you.”

The plate has 2 pancakes with strawberry slices covering the top and scrambled eggs and bacon on the side.

“Syrup.” He offers, sliding that across too.

“You didn’t have to…” You mumble under your breath. Taehyung continues smiling brightly at you, grabbing his fork and knife ready to dig into his own food. He really waited for you.

You walk closer to the table, your eyes downcast as you find your seat.

“Thanks…” You whisper. You look down at your food but how can you fucking eat? Your heart is in pain right now, you are in pain right now. You were tricked into these feelings, feelings you are not even sure are real. And he’s looking like the fucking sun right now.

“Aren’t cha gonna eat?” he says, mouth full. Good thing you speak mouth full Taehyung, or else you wouldn’t have understood that.

“Not that hungry.” you admit, not looking at him.

“Come on baby,” his tone is less happily forced and instead softer. “Please eat.” He sets his fork down, you can feel his eyes on you.

“Fine.” you give in quickly, not wanting to worry him. You hear him say ‘good’ in the most chipper voice and it makes you nauseas.

You eat slowly, mostly just picking at your food. You never look up from your plate, but you can feel Taehyung’s gaze, you can sense how worried he is. You know him. You don’t need to look at him to know.

“I was thinking we could paint today.” He says, breaking the silence. He stuffs some bacon into his mouth, chewing loudly. “Whaddya think?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Taehyung…” You begin to speak but he cuts you off.

“Great!” the sound of the chair screeching across the floor startles you, you look up from your food to see Taehyung standing, his bright smile even brighter. Yup, just like the fucking sun.

“I’ll clean up, you’re done right?” you only nod. “Why don’t you go to the art room and start setting up. I’ll be there in a minute.” He shines so brightly, you are forced to look away. You nod again.

You stand from your chair and walk towards the entry way into the hall but before you can get too far away you hear Taehyung at the sink cursing under his breath. Your heart drops. You turn around and peak into the kitchen to see him standing there, his hands at the kitchen sink with his head low.

“Fuck.” You hear the pain in his voice and you scurry off to the art room, not able to handle this right now.

~

After several minutes of setting up yours and Taehyung’s easel’s and placing down the paper, you search for what colors you want to use. Maybe sticking with blues since blue is how you fucking feel. You are grabbing for a few when you hear Taehyung enter the room. You turn to face him.

“Hi.” He says with that chipper tone but his eyes are glossy. Had he been crying? Fuck, you can’t handle this.

“Taehyung…” you start again, determined to confront this situation. But he cuts you off again with a pained smile.

“Thanks for setting up for me babe.” He ruffles your hair, like he just needed to touch you in some shape or form.

“R-right.”

You two paint in silence. Complete fucking silence. The tension in the room is absolutely suffocating, it’s hitting you in strong waves, pushing you around, drowning you. You can’t take this anymore, You have to say something.

“Taehyung—”

“Wanna know when I knew that I was in love with you?” He speaks up, his voice not laced in that fake joy. His eyes are focused on the painting in front of him, his fingers wrapped around the brush as he strokes the paper in beautiful color. You frown, not really wanting to know.

“Taehyung—”

“I fell in love with you when you made me realize I could be loved. Really loved.” He dips the brush into a cup of water, wiping it clean on the edge of the cup. “That I could love too.” He adds, still not looking at you, only focusing on his work.

“…Taehyung.” You just sound sad, the tone of your voice is depressing.

“You made me realize I don’t have to force any feelings…they could just be.” He pauses his hand before his paint brush is hitting the paper. “And I thought, ‘wait why do I feel this way?’” he lowers his head, chuckling to himself. “Then it was so fucking obvious.” He continues his work on the paper, dabbing the green paint in different spots.

You are left stunned. Speechless. Completely silenced. He just sits there, not even sparing you a glance as he paints his work of art. Like he didn’t just confess something so utterly beautiful to you. He must really think he loves you and it crushes you that he probably does not. You can’t let this go on any longer. He paints in green but you are about to turn his whole world blue.

“Your feelings aren’t real Taehyung.” you say in one breath. He stills his hand for a moment then continues to paint. “Don’t you see we’ve been tricked into these, these ‘feelings’” you use your fingers to quote the word for emphasis. “You just think you love me but you probably don’t. You’ve just spent enough time with me that you think you love me. You have no one else to love, why not me?” You see his body go tense and he stops his hand from painting. He lowers it and sets the brush down and turns in his seat to face you.

“How fucking dare you?” he grits out, his teeth are clenched and his eyes are narrowed. You jump at his exclamation.

“How fucking dare you try and tell me how genuine my feelings are?” He’s angry. His fists are balled up and his knuckles are turning white. So yeah, angry.

“Tae—”

“No! you let me fucking speak.” He grits again, “If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” He’s shaking. His voice is loud and booming and it startles you.

“Please just listen to me—”

“No you listen.” He stands up from the chair and walks toward you, “Why are you doing this, huh? Things were so perfect.” He stops in front of you and pulls you up by the arms. Your chests almost touch from how close you are. “Unless…” he looks down at his feet, “You’re saying all of this because that’s how you feel. You’re the one unsure of your feelings. You’re the one who only likes me—loves me—because there’s no one else.” He looks into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Maybe.” You finally say. And you wish you didn’t because Taehyung releases a shaky breath and his brows crease together as he forms the saddest smile you have ever seen. The canvas of his life is full of beautiful bright colors but you continue to splatter blue and grey paint all over it. The paint mixes together and drips down, a gloomy mess.

“Oh.” He steps back. “I see.” He takes another step back, carding his fingers through his hair. He looks into your eyes as his gloss over, “I’ll leave you alone then.” And he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving you behind. And being left behind is probably what you deserve. Your heart has fucking shattered. You don’t want him to leave you alone. You don’t want him to leave. You want this to be real, you want this to be real so fucking bad. But how can you be sure that it is? And of course cry baby y/n makes her appearance because you are back on your chair, letting a stream of tears fall down your cheeks. You cry. And cry. Loudly. You know Taehyung hears it but he does as he says—he leaves you alone. Just as you fucking deserve. Your body is shaking from your sobs and you enter a full on panic attack. Your breathing picks up and your chest tightens and you feel like you are being choked. Like someone wants you dead.

“If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” His words echo in your mind. Right. He’s asking you to trust him. You want to…but you are now just debating on trusting yourself. You want to believe your feelings are real. You still believe the company tricked you both, they could of grabbed any two strangers and they would probably “fall in love” with given time. But thinking that feels wrong because your relationship with Taehyung is deeper than that. You know that. He…is your best friend. And you…you…

You wipe at your face as fresh tears slide down the warmth of your cheek. Your throat burns as you choke on a sob. You have fallen in love with him. Genuinely. And you have to trust your feelings. You have to trust his feelings. But it is so, so hard.

~

The rest of the day drags on slowly, you hole up in your room until night time finally approaches. You have cried enough today for the next 5 years. Your eyes are swollen and so, so puffy. You look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, and wince at the sight. You look rough, you won’t lie. You finally decide it’s time to try to sleep.

You slip between the sheets and slide down far into them, letting the soft material hug you closely. You’ll be sleeping without Taehyung tonight and the thought makes you feel oh so lonely. You close your eyes and think of him. You can’t help but chuckle when you recall meeting him at first…you thought he was some closed off asshole. He even made a big deal that he would not fall in love with you. Then your smile fades…you recall the first time you cuddled with him, first time you saw him naked, first time you kissed him…you think of the first time he was inside you…his long, beautiful fingers. You think of the first time he was really inside you.

You start to feel so lonely and lost without him. But sleep finally starts to take over, your limbs feeling heavy, your eyes refusing to stay open. You know you two will have to really talk this out. There’s still so much you have to discuss because you are just so confused and unsure at the moment, but you have a feeling Taehyung will somehow make you feel okay. Finally, after a long day…the world goes dark and you’re asleep.

The sun is shining extra brightly this morning…your dark drapes doing little to cover the offending light like it usually does. You keep your eyes closed though, not wanting to get up quite yet. Your mind automatically goes to Taehyung again…you wish you were feeling yourself wrapped up in his arms this morning much like other mornings. You wish you could feel his breaths fanning against your neck, you wish you could feel his limbs draped over your own.

You start to feel that familiar heartbreak…you really, like really need to talk to him. Maybe he can sort out your messy, mushy brain, maybe he has the answers. Or maybe you just want to see him. Even if you are feeling as uneasy as you are. You just want to make sure he is okay.

You finally begin to open your eyes, one lid at a time. The sun making the room glow in whites and yellows. You start to sit up and rub the sleep that crusts your eyes and soak in your surroundings.

That’s exactly when you feel the panic set in. This isn’t your bedroom. This is a small bed, there’s none of Taehyung’s painting on the walls and your sheets in your bed are much softer. Then it hits you. You do recognize this room. It’s your room at your parents’ house. You start to sit up straighter, your entire body shaking. Your hands tremble as you pull the blanket on the bed back and try to stand from the bed. But your knees are weak, your legs shaking. You feel like someone has drained all the energy from your body as you stand here, you are sure you are as pale as a ghost. Your mouth is agape and your eyes wide. You slowly look around the room, there’s things in here that weren’t before…like this place has become a place for storage.

You hear fainting humming coming from the other side of the house, your head whips up in that direction and you recognize that voice. Mom? You blink repeatedly, not believing your ears. You slowly take a few steps forward toward the door and slowly reach for the knob, your weak, trembling hand trying to twist it so you can open the door. Once the door is opened you smell bacon…but unlike yesterday the smell of bacon is making you nauseas. You walk with shaky legs, small steps at a time as you walk through the hallway to make your way to the kitchen. The humming more clear and becoming louder the closer you get.

You finally walk into the kitchen and see your mothers back, she is at the stove cooking. Your breathing is sharp as you stare at her and you feel yourself become dizzy and lightheaded.

“Mom?” you stutter out quietly. Your mother freezes her actions at the stove. She slowly turns around and once she spots you she drops the tongs she was holding on the tiled floor. She is maybe even paler than you, she looks like she legitimately saw a ghost.

“y-y/n?”

“Hey what happened, I thought I heard you drop some—” your father is cut off when he walks in from the living room as he sees you. He blinks at you over and over until his eyes are wet with tears and he’s rushing to hug you.

You are in a state of shock that you don’t process that your mother has also finally raced over to hug you as well. Your parents embracing you tightly as they sob.

What’s happening? Why are you here? Where’s Taehyung?

~

It’s been two weeks and fuck. He has no way of contacting you. You don’t have any social media and you two never exchanged numbers…the only way for you to talk to him is if you reach out. And you…you aren’t sure you want to just yet. You’re sure he’s settling back into life just like you are, you don’t want to intrude. He has family, he has friends. You’re sure he hasn’t even thought about you yet…you’re sure he’s doing okay.

It’s been two weeks and you have mostly been in and out of intelligence offices for your country. You have had to describe the island over and over to strangers, they have been on the search for you for the last 8 months. Your parents were starting to give up. The love company kept them updated on your island life though, sending them pictures of you and Taehyung during your 8 month stay. You are creeped out all over again.

You’re sure Taehyung is going through something similar in Korea. Time keeps passing and every day you lose the spark and motivation to reach out to him. You stalk his social media but he has not posted anything until finally, 2 months into your real lives again you see he has posted a picture of him and his friends. He looks happy. And that’s how you let a total of 6 months pass you by without reaching out to Taehyung. 6 months without the man you without a doubt love. 6 months of absolute loneliness, even when you are surrounded by people. 6 months and you are sure he has probably moved on. But you have not. Even with these last 6 months…Taehyung is all you can think about. 6 fucking months.

omgggg, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! thank you so much for taking the time to read this little piece ((: 💕

Merrily - jjk (m)

pairing: husband!jjk x wife!reader

warning(s): daddy kink, explicit language (cussing), impregnation kink, rough sex, name calling (use of the words slut and whore), rough sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, ass spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk (kook is fucking filthy omg), unprotected sex (safe sex is sexy ppl.), big dick!kook, praise kink (honestly, Kook is so in love with his wife), choking, cream pie. i think that's it... but please tell me if I missed anything!

genre: fluff, smut, married couple

word count: ~5.7k - it's literally half smut and half fluff, maybe a little more smut than fluff, honestly--it's pretty balanced in my opinion lol.

note(s): here is the next part--arguably the first part--of my 'Euphoria' drabbles! You can read this first or my other drabble 'Happily' , either or, I wrote them in a way that could be read chronologically (merrily then happily) or vice versa!

Please enjoy this next part of 'Euphoria'!

“Kook.” You whined as your husband entered your newly furnished house. Jungkook and you have finally moved out of your parent’s house, newly wed, and also packing for your honeymoon. It was nice to finally finish up furnishing your new home, that the two of you have bought in hopes to grow your family in.

You both have been married for about 4 months, but with how busy things have been with work and moving, you both just didn’t have the time to finish fully moving into your new home. It was weeks of laying on a mattress, frustrated huffs of not being able to locate any dishes, along with grunts of annoyance that neither one of you turned on the coffee pot. All in all, it was a tough transition, but after being together for so many years… It wasn’t all too bad.

“Jagi?” Jungkook teased before putting down the last box on the floor of your cleaned living room. Jungkook had just brought back the last small box of your items from your parent’s house and thank goodness the two of you finally placed everything in order; otherwise, you’d be more stressed out.

“Have you finished packing?” You asked before making your way to him, kissing him sweetly and picking up the little box, returning it to the kitchen table.

Jungkook hummed in response, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck.

“Great! So, we should be all set for tomorrow, yeah?” Pressing closer to him, you rubbed your fingers against his arms, swaying the two of you side to side.

“So excited to relax with you finally.” He whispered pecking your cheek.

“Me too,” You replied, turning around to face him, placing your arms around his neck, “I really need a break from work.” Jungkook swooped down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. His hands wandered lower, gripping you hips and placing you on top of the kitchen counter.

“Jagiya, we literally work together all day.”

This was true. You and Kook are the CEO’s of Dior Korea, so you both spent every moment together. To say you were nervous about working together was an understatement; even though you and Kookie have been together ever since your high school years, you didn’t want to mix your work lives and personal lives together… Too many of your friends had fallen out with their boyfriends/husbands due to that issue, which scared you so much that you almost, almost, took the job with Chanel Korea instead. Thankfully, you and Jungkook are amazing romantic partners and work partners.

Jungkook is an absolute dream.

“I can never get tired of you,” You giggled, tapping his nose causing him to crinkle it with a small pout, “I just need a break, I’m starting to see numbers on blank walls.” Jungkook let out a loud chuckle bringing your hands to his lips to press a delicate kiss to your knuckles before smoothing it over with his thumb.

“Don’t worry Jagi, it’ll all be okay,” He reassured you, “Taehyung-ah and Jimin-ssi will take good care of all the deals and little details while we’re away.” Smiling up at Kook you nodded.

* * *

Hawaii is such a beautiful place.

The air smelled fresh, the weather is calm and warm, and of course the sound of crashing waves will never get old. You and Jungkook had made it to your hotel that overlooked the ocean, the sliding door allowing you private access to the beach at any time. It seems being two well-known CEO’s has its perks.

The room itself was absolutely stunning; a large king-sized bed in the middle of the room, surrounded by two nightstands on either side. In front of the bed, a flat screen tv was mounted on the wall, along with a long floating shelf that held many resort pamphlets and activities to do on the island. The bathroom was large and spacious. The countertops were a beautiful marble design, while the shower was made of glass with the same marble pattern decorating the walls. On the far right there was a large jacuzzi that looked out to the ocean as well, probably one of those windows that you can see in but not out. Overall, it was stunning.

You made your way back into the main room where Jungkook was laying on the bed with his dress shirt unbuttoned hands behind his head. Hearing your pattering footsteps, he gazed at you with a smile and motioned you to come lay with him.

“You like it?” He asked placing an arm around your waist, tugging you on top of him swiftly. Straddling his waist, you gave him a lingering kiss and nodded.

“It really is beautiful, Kookie.” You smiled down at him pecking his lips again. Everything in that moment felt like an absolute dream. Of course, you and Jungkook have been together since high school, so these butterflies never seemed to go away, but everything felt surreal. You married your best friend and your high school sweetheart, you’re both successful CEO’s of Korea’s biggest fashion branch, you bought a house together… But something seemed to be missing, something small. Being together for so long, kids were always a topic of conversation. It was no secret that you and Jungkook wanted kids, you both adored them. You guys were the best auntie and uncle duo the boys could ever ask for. Out of the boys and their wives, everyone thought it would’ve been you two, if anything, to have children first. But here you all are, almost a decade later, and no children quite yet.

It had been Namjoon and Nari to first welcome their baby boy. Muji was a sweetheart, it was no doubt that he was going to look like Joon, especially with his father’s matching dimples gracing his little face. Everyone fell in love with him the minute he was born. He was absolutely spoiled with all his aunt’s and uncles, but you guess that’s what comes with being the first baby of the friend group.

Shortly after, literally 2 months after, Jin and his wife, Sunmi had the twins. They graced the world with a precious boy and little girl. Soo-yin and Soobin are the fussiest eaters. EVER. You had never witnessed such picky little eaters. But nonetheless, they were both the cutest. Soo-yin was undoubtedly spoiled rotten. Not only was she the 2nd, because she was 5 minutes older than Soobin, child to be born among the friend group, but she was also the only girl. Soobin, unlike his sister, was quite the opposite. While Soo-yin was loud and very energetic, Soobin had been quiet and very observant. Of course, Soobin and Muji together would cause tactical chaos, however, they never cease to amaze everyone with how they were able to deviate a plan to steal Soo-yin’s baby crackers.

A few months after the twins, Hoseok and Ahnjong gave birth to Sung-jin, arguably the cutest baby boy you had ever seen. He definitely looked like his mother, with his father’s eyes. It didn’t surprise you and Kook when he was as quiet as Soobin, a definite trait he picked up from his mother; Hoseok oppa was quite the ruckus when he was around everyone, but Ahnjong noona had a shy side to her when you had met her for the very first time. Though, when she got comfortable, it was remarkable to see she was just as rowdy as Hobi oppa.

A little after, Yoongi and Naeun gave birth to a little girl named Hana; Taehyung and Minji welcomed their little boy, Jun-Eu; lastly, Jimin and Yeona had a little boy as well, Ji-hoon. All were born about a year after Muji, Soo-yin, and Soobin. Yours and Jungkook’s hearts were full of love for all of the new babies that your friends had. They were all mischievous little things, to which all the wives blamed their husbands for their children’s chaotic behaviors. However, you all wouldn’t have it any other way, if anything, it’d be a concern if all these kids were well behaved.

Of course, a child was in the talks between you and Kook, but unfortunately you both just didn’t have the time, after all, you both just got married. However, seeing as majority of your friends had children before they married—with the exception of Jin, Sunmi, Tae, and Minji—everyone seemed to have had their children before they wed. You haven’t told Jungkook, but before you both went to Hawaii, you had stopped taking your pills for a week. You weren’t expecting to get pregnant quite yet, but you were hoping that you both would start trying.

It was no secret you and Jungkook were active. It was also no surprise that Kookie has always been a fantastic lover, so you figured it was time to really try. You know how much you love all your nieces and nephews, and so did Kook; so maybe, it was time to finally have one of your own.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jungkook peered up at you, sitting up with you still in his lap. He brushed your long hair away from your shoulders, tucking a strand behind your ear. Your eyes snapped out of thought as you stared into the beautiful doe-eyes you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“I want to try.” You whispered to Jungkook. Furrowing his eyebrows and licking his lips.

“Like… Try?” His eyes held a glint of hope, biting his lips down to keep him from smiling, or maybe from getting his hopes up.

Jungkook has always wanted kids, especially with you. He knew that you both were too busy to even try, and with the company taking off… It just didn’t seem like the right time. He didn’t want to pressure you to have kids right away either. That wasn’t his decision. Jungkook believes that the women have the ultimate say in when they want to have a child, after all, they are the ones carrying them for 9 whole months. He did, however, start to notice that you would find some sort of way to include children in conversations.

Yeah, sure, the topic wasn’t foreign to you both, but lately it just seemed that you would bring them up in every topic. You had also been wanting to do niece and nephew sleepovers in your shared home, even though you two weren’t fully moved in yet. But all of that never bothered Jungkook, he loved all of best friend’s children.

But could you have wanted to have one of your own?

You two were more than ready, there was no doubt about that now. The company has been at its peak for months now, your home is finally fully moved in, and now you’re on your long-awaited honeymoon.

Could this be the time?

“I want a baby, Jungkook.” You agreed smiling. Jungkook’s lips broke into a large smile, leaning up to kiss you.

“I love you; I love you; I love you; I love you.” He praised against your lips, quickly flipping you over so he’s hovering over you. With a sigh, Jungkook’s lips pressed against your neck with featherlike kisses that you loved, “How do you want it, pretty girl?” You could hear the growl in his voice while his lips hovered over your ear. You should want to conceive a child through love-making…

So why did you want your husband to absolutely ruin you?

“Does my baby want it slow and loving?” His lips trailed down your neck, sucking gently on the spot he knows drives you insane, “or does she want it rough, hm?” He hummed against you, sucking his marks across your collarbones. You couldn’t think. You were so conflicted; you wanted to take it slow, enjoying the sweet moments… but the other part of you wanted him to take you hard, make you beg to cum, wanting to be full of him. Biting your neck harshly, you squealed in surprise.

“I think I asked you something, baby doll.” Just the tone in his voice, you already knew what he wanted, he tsked, “I’m trying to be considerate, baby. I want our child to be made through love… But Jagiya, you know how I get when you say you want a baby.” And you did know. Jungkook was never the type to hide his kinks from you; impregnation being one of them amongst many. You trusted him though, you’ve been together long enough to know that even with the wild fantasies he has, it was all done through love. So, would it really be that bad for this scenario to come into play when you first want to try for a child?

“Rough.” You whispered to him. You could feel him smirk into your skin, grunting out. He spread your legs open with his knees and positioned himself in between, coming back up to eye level with a lustful gaze.

“Yeah?” He whispered, “You want me to fill you up with my cum, have you carrying my child?” You whimpered at the thought, him pressing harder against your clothed core. You whined grinding your hips against his, making him growl as he pinned your hips to the bed with his hands.

“Careful, Jagi,” He grunted, “Did I say you could tease me like that?” Shaking your head, biting your lips as you willed yourself not to thrust your hips up to feel friction. He wasn’t making it any easier with the fact that he was so hard for you that you could feel it against both of your clothes.

“Good girl.” Jungkook began peeling away your clothes, along with him shoving off his shirt and kicking his pants to the floor. You were naked in front of him, while he still had his briefs on. Pouting you stared at his clothed hips.

“Jungkook, please?” You fingered the band of his underwear, but Jungkook pushed your hands away.

“So needy, hm?” He shoved you on your back raising your legs over his shoulder to have your wet core leveled to his mouth. You could feel the hot air from his lips as he pressed kisses everywhere but the place you needed him most.

“Look at you, princess.” He kissed your thigh, “You’re so wet for me, such a pretty pussy all for me?” He asked swiping his tongue against your dripping slit, lips wrapping around your clit. He sucked gently causing you to whimper out and bucking your hips closer to his lips.

Jungkook had always been good with his mouth. He never failed to make you cum just with his tongue alone.

“So pretty, baby.” He whispered continuing his assault on your dripping core, lapping up your sweetness and pushing his tongue against your clit, rolling it between his lips before sucking on it roughly. His tongue dragged down your slit, circling your entrance with his wet muscle before pushing it in causing you to arch your back and throw your head back.

“Kook…” You breathed out, moaning at the sinful acts of your husbands mouth going down on you, his tongue licking your entrance and continuing to massage the inside of your walls. His hands engulfed your own small ones leading it to his fluffy hair. Gripping tightly, you pressed his face harder against your aching pussy. You wanted to cum, you needed to.

“Kook, please.” You mewled glancing down to see you husband perfectly between your legs, lapping at your pussy with a lustful glint in his eyes.

“Hm? You want to cum on my tongue, baby?” He smirked, “so naughty, barely been 5 minutes and you already want to cum?” He licked you slower, only pushing the tip of his tongue inside your needy hole.

“Please, kook, wanna cum, need to.” You moaned thrusting your hips closer to him, you could feel the smirk on his lips.

“Hmm… That’s not my name, baby.” You whined pressing harder against his face, he began sucking on your clit harder, edging you closer to finish, “C’mon, baby love, what’s my name?”

“Daddy please.” You whispered not being able to handle his tongue all over your aching pussy. Hearing a hum of approval, Jungkook pressed his tongue back into you, licking up into you with a feverish pace, allowing your fingers to dig into his scalp. He was getting harder by the minute as he watched you using him to get you off. Moving his tongue in and out of you, while you bucked your hips up, whining and moaning. You felt him break away from your dripping hole to suck at your clit, his cold fingers circling your entrance.

“That’s it baby,” He pushed two fingers in, stroking your soaking walls, watching his fingers dripping with your arousal; this only made him harder and his desire to fuck you was skyrocketing, “Fuck look at you,” He moaned speeding up his fingers, “You’re taking my fingers so well, pretty girl, so tight for me, wanna cum baby? You wanna cum all over daddy’s fingers?” You were not one to be quiet in bed and Jungkook was not one to let you be quiet either. You whined and pushed against his fingers harder, clenching around them, you were so close.

“C’mon, baby girl, you wanna cum for me? God, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock, you want that? You want daddy’s cock in you?” You bit your lips, moaning out his name. You felt the familiar bubbling in your stomach, thrusting his fingers harder into you, you let out a whimper as you clenched around his fingers harder. Seeing white, your hips stilled as you let out exasperated whines, the sound of Jungkook’s fingers still pumping in and out of you can be heard in the room.

“Shit.” You heard him whisper as his fingers began to slow down. Coming down from your high you peered below you to see Jungkook with dark eyes staring at your dripping hole. He looked up at you with a smirk before bringing his fingers to his mouth. You watched as his lips wrapped around his fingers that were glistening with your arousal, his eyes shutting and groaning; you noticed his tattooed arm drenched with clear liquid… Fuck.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked in a haughty tone, coming up to kiss you hard, shoving his tongue that tasted of you in your own mouth. He kissed you sloppily, a string of saliva connected in between you two when he pulled away, “You squirted all over me, so fucking hot.” You blushed at his comment only to feel him turn you over on your hands and knees, smacking your ass.

“Fuck, do you feel what you do to me, baby?” The head of his cock slide up and down your entrance, collecting your juices and spreading them over his thick cock. You didn’t even notice him taking off his briefs, but you weren’t complaining.

“Please, wanna be full of you, Kookie.” You whined moving your hips back to press against his hard on. You felt Jungkook push the tip in your entrance, sucking in a breath as he began filling you up.

“Shit, so tight for me. You’d think after all these years of fucking you, you’d be able take me easily.” Not even half-way in, and you already felt so full. Your mouth opened to let out a beautiful moan that drove Jungkook crazy. He loved the sound of your moans, even more so because he knows he’s the cause of it. He pushed into you harder, his hips slamming against your ass as he pushed your head into the sheets.

“Fuck, so pretty baby.” His cock rubbing against your walls deliciously as he rocked back and forth into you. He hit your g-spot without a problem, and continued to fuck into your tightness, “Such a good little cock slut for me hm? This pussy all mine, baby doll? Just for daddy, right?” The ache in your pussy as he continued to pound into you, made you even more wet.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You moaned out, his hands slid into your hair grabbing it and pulling your hair back, his thrusts becoming faster, hitting all the right spots.

“That’s right, take my cock, princess,” He growled, pulling your hair harder, pressing your back against his toned chest. He let your hair go, the same hand rounding to the front of your neck, gripping tightly, “you like this hm? You like being choked like the little whore you are?” You mewled in appreciation, his cock still pounding into you. Jungkook lets out a groan when he feels you clench deliciously around his aching cock. He chuckled against your ear, “You’re taking daddy so well, you want him to cum in you? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“Please, Kook, oh fuck,” You sighed, your eyes shutting as you feel Jungkook thrust deeper into you, you were in complete awe. There’s no doubt that you were close.

Jungkook pulled away from you slightly to peer down at his thick cock pushing into you. If it was even possible, just the sight of his dick lathered in your cum made him harder, he wanted nothing more than to cum inside your tight walls while making you scream on his dick. Slamming harder into you, Jungkook was getting closer to his release.

“You like that thought, baby doll? You like the thought of me filling your pretty pussy up with my cum? You wanna feel my cum painting your walls?” You moaned out with tears in your eyes.

“So close, Kookie wanna cum, make me cum, daddy.” You cried, Jungkook letting go of your throat to have you fall on the bed. His hands grasped your hips tightly and he fucked you harder. You clenched around his cock, whimpering out pathetic moans as he hit your cervix.

“That’s it, clench around my cock baby—fuck—so good for me, so, so good for me.” Jungkook praised feeling himself nearing, “Gonna cum, gonna cum inside this pretty pussy. Fill you up with my baby, shit.” You screamed as you hit your high, cumming all around his cock, meeting his thrusts as your pussy clenched around him hard.

“Holy shit—” Jungkook’s strangled moan came, “fuck, that’s so hot baby, your squirting all over my cock, fuck, that’s it. God, I’m gonna pump you full of my cum baby.” Jungkook groaned loudly as he emptied himself in you. You felt spurts of warm cum coating your walls, him continuing to pump into you filling you up to the brim with his cum. Whining, your body collapsed onto the bed, you hips still in the air and your pussy still clenching against Jungkook’s half hard on.

“You okay, Jagiya?” Jungkook whispered, gently caressing your ass. You hummed in response, smiling sleepily into the bed. You felt Jungkook slowly pull out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness. You could feel your mixed juices sliding out of your entrance, feeling cold fingers swiping it up; Jungkook pushed the cum, along with his fingers, back into your pussy. Pumping it slowly, you hummed as he continued for a few seconds, before pulling his soaked fingers out and gently pushing your hips down to rest on the bed.

You felt Jungkook push the blankets around you, the bed dipping beside you as you felt your husband kiss your hair, wrapping an arm around you.

“I love you, thank you baby.” Kook whispered to you. You smiled giving him a short peck on the lips.

“I love you more.” You whispered snuggling closer to him.

* * *

1 year and a bit later…

Here you were sitting in your bathroom, anxious as hell. Biting your thumb, your eyes flickering to the pregnancy test that you had resting on the counter.

“Relax, Y/n,” your best friend, and Taehyung’s wife, Minji said soothing your back. You had texted the group chat that was filled with all of the boys wives, but everyone seemed to have been busy except Minji. You weren’t upset at all, you knew everyone would be busy at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, everyone had jobs. You left work early telling Jungkook that you had a headache, he offered to stay at home with you, but you didn’t want him to miss out on the important meetings you had with Chanel Korea. So, after a lot of persuasion, he kissed your forehead reluctantly as you left your shared office, telling you to text him when you made it home safely and when Minji arrives.

You and Jungkook have been trying on and off for about a year or so for a baby. There wasn’t anything wrong with either of you when it came to trying for a baby, you both had cleared all your tests. However, in the midst of trying, you and Kook were swamped with work, yet again, and it became harder to keep trying. On the occasional days off, along with tipsy nights of drinking a little too much wine when sealing a deal, you two weren’t continuously trying. Was it upsetting? Not at all, if it’s not the time, it’s not the time. Was it frustrating? 110%. You and Kookie really wanted a baby, but work was just too much sometimes, but hey, that’s what comes with running a company together.

It also wasn’t the first time that you whipped out a pregnancy test, Jungkook doesn’t even know about the few previous negatives you had. You really had thought you might have been pregnant a year ago after your honeymoon, but it turned out you were just late. You were sad, there was no denying that. However, you let it go, sticking to the fact that it simply just wasn’t the right time. You didn’t want to tell Jungkook, fearing he too would end up sad or disappointed. You also just didn’t want him to worry or feel pressured that you two just weren't getting pregnant.

Now you’re here, sitting on the floor with your best friend, nervous for another negative.

But this time it felt different.

For the past month or so, you made sure to leave the house after Jungkook, claiming you wanted to get extra sleep, to which he agreed. He was always a better morning person than you were, so this really wasn't out of the ordinary for your husband to leave for work before you. But as soon as the door clicked, signaling his departure, you would always find yourself hurled over the toilet. It had been a few weeks --maybe even a month-- of the constant morning sickness, that maybe it was time to use one of your pregnancy tests that you had stashed away. You were also getting really bad lower back pains that you had to excuse yourself during meetings to lay on your back on the couch in your shared office. Jungkook was always worried about you--this time being no different-- but you had assured him that they were just from sleeping weirdly the night before. He seemed to be wary of your response but would let it go and massage your back anyways.

Not only were you experiencing morning sickness and back pains, but you were most definitely late... Later than you had ever been.

You heard your phone timer beep, your eyes shooting to the pregnancy test. Minji reaching over and turning off your alarm.

Your heartrate sped up.

“Do you want me to check?” She asked you; You weren’t sure if you wanted to check yourself, and you purposely turned the test upside down so you would be shocked or disappointed when you flipped it over.

“Together?” You whispered, your shaky hands picking up the test. Minji reassured you with a smile, nodding.

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath turning the test over with one eye peeking, the other shut. The two of you glanced down at the pregnancy test, and your breathing hitched.

* * *

Minji left you an hour ago when Kook texted you that he was coming home early. You were still looking at the pregnancy test in your hands while you sat on your bed. Biting your lip, you placed the test inside the black box reaching over to Jungkook’s nightstand and placing the closed box on the table. Taking a deep breath, calming yourself down from tears that threatened to fall, you heard the front door open and your house alarm beeped.

“Jagi?” Your husband’s voice echoed through your home. You quickly tapped your eyes to rid of any stray tears, sucking your lips in as you heard Jungkook coming up the stairs.

“In our bedroom, Kookie.” You called to him, only a few seconds later he walked in with a bright smile, coming to you, and leaning down to peck your lips.

“There she is!” He cooed, pecking your forehead too, “Feeling better, my love?” You giggled, nodding your head, “Minji was good to you, yeah?”

“Of course she was, as always, Kook.” You rolled your eyes playfully pushing him away.

“Good, have you eaten? I brought home some bulgogi from our favorite restaurant!” He gushed excitedly, taking your hand and helping you up. You noticed his eyes drifting behind you to the black box you had placed on his bedside table. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked down at you.

“Jagiya?” He questioned dropping your hand gently and rounding the bed to pick up the black box, “baby, what’s this?”

Toying with him, you shrugged, “Isn’t that the box of the bracelet I got you for Christmas?” Jungkook nodded.

“It is… But why is it out?” He held up his wrist that bore your gift, jingling it in your face with furrowed brows as if to say ‘uhm, I’m wearing your gift, so why is the box out?’.

“I’m sure I had put this away…” He examined the box again, shaking it to only be surprised to hear that something was in it. “Did you buy me another gift?”

You shrugged again, “Wouldn’t say I bought it.” Now he was even more confused, “Open it, Kook.” Jungkook looked weary, he wasn’t too keen on surprises, but he opened the box slowly, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the white stick that was faced down. Discarding the box, he turned the stick over, examining it. His doe eyes widening with surprise as he quickly looked up at you.

“No way…”

You smiled; tears refilled your eyes as you nodded. Jungkook lifted the test towards you pointing at the two pink lines that showed up prominently against the white.

“You’re pregnant?!” Jungkook had the biggest smile on his face, rushing up to you in a gentle, but bone crushing embrace. Giggling into his neck, he picked you up and spun you around.

“We’re pregnant.” You corrected him as he set you down. Tears sprung into his eyes as he bent down to capture your lips into a sweet kiss, placing his hand on your flat stomach.

“Holy shit, this is amazing! We did it, baby!” Jungkook crouched down to your stomach, pressing his lips against it, “Hi baby, this is daddy! Please stop giving mommy headaches, that’s not very nice of you.” He cooed at your stomach, rubbing his palms against you.

“Kook, they’re not fully developed yet.” You giggled at your husband as he tsked.

“Y/n baby, my love, soon-to-be mother of my child, shush, let me have my moment with our baby.” He continued to press chastised kisses against your stomach, tickling you in the process.

“C’mon baby, let’s go get you and mommy some food. Daddy brought home some yummy bulgogi!!!” He exclaimed excitedly as he dragged you down the stairs to the food that was waiting for you in the kitchen.

* * *

8 months later…

“This is your fault!” You shrieked through clenched teeth, crushing Jungkook’s hand in yours.

Your pregnancy was smooth sailing, up until now. Jungkook was an absolute sweetheart, buying you all your cravings, making sure you were getting enough exercise, and just ensuring you were happy with everything in general. He really did make your pregnancy the easiest. Even when you were in a foul mood, which was rare, he would always find some silly way to make you smile.

Your little girl was as healthy as can be! You both couldn’t wish for anything more. Your friends were all so excited when they heard the news that you two were finally expecting. They showered you both in so many gifts for your precious little girl. She wasn’t even born yet and she was already spoiled. If you had to guess, it was probably because you and Kook were the youngest of the friend group, technically you were the youngest out of everyone because you were a year younger than Kook, but that’s besides the point. From the cutest onesies to the little daybed, you both welcomed all the gifts with shy faces. You didn’t like your friends spending so much on you guys, especially since you and Kook had money; so, after all the bickering and whining, you both finally came to terms, to your dismay, that you’d accept each and every gift from your friends.

“You’re almost done, Jagi, you’re doing so good!” Jungkook winced as you squeezed his hand harder, groaning at the excruciating pain that shot through your entire body.

“I will never let you touch me again!” You hissed as the doctor encourages you to push again. Tears slipping down your face, as you bit your lip from the sheer pain of a literal human head trying to pop out of you.

Lord, have mercy, this shit hurt so fucking bad.

“Doing well, Mrs. Jeon, she’s almost out, one more!”

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut, Jungkook whispering sweet nothings in your ears and kissing your temples repeatedly.

And then you heard it.

The loud cries of a baby filled the room, leaving you to breath heavily, growing limp.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, you’ve got a healthy baby girl!” The Doctor walked back towards you holding the little bundle of joy. Smiling you took her into your arms, as she calms down, snuggling closer to you. Your heart clenched at the sight of her.

She’s absolutely stunning.

You peered up at Jungkook to see that his eyes began to glisten with his large bunny smile decorating his lips.

“My girls.” He whispered pulling the two of you together, pressing his lips upon your sweaty hairline, you puffed out a breath of relief staring down at the beautiful creation the two of you made, “I love you, y/n… So grateful for you, baby, I love you both so much”. Jungkook pressed his lips lightly against your little human in your tired arms.

Gazing down, again, at your little girl, you leaned back into your husband with a faint smile on your face, “I love you, Kook; we love you, so much.”