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The Return of Superman - JK
BTS members as fathers in The Return of Superman show
Jungkook x Reader Genre : Fluff Word Count : 3.0 k
Author’s Note -
It includes interviews and shootings.
*…* : sentences edited on the final images.
Bold : cameras’ position in the house or outside.
Italics : dialogues.
/…/ : Time.
(…) : Sound effects.
[…] : camera movements
Grow Up Just Like This
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isn’t she lovely;
jeon jungkook | he didn’t know he could love someone this much, after you. dad!au. | 1.3k words | unadulterated fluff. | requested.
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» on my mind - jeongguk scenario
Jeon Jeongguk - BTS
word count: 8.3k
genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut
warnings: slow build / oral sex (fem receiving) / fingering / toys / multiple orgasms / over-stimulation / breeding kink / mild choking / creampie
soundtracks: eyedi, luv highway + olivia nelson, smother me
special thanks to @gukkheaven for beta reading this. you’re an absolute gem!
Jeongguk has no idea how Namjoon is going to clean up this mess. Confetti scatters the dark wooden floorboards like leaves burying the sidewalks during autumn. Silver streamers accompany the coloured flakes of paper and he swears that there’s a glob of ice-cream somewhere on the ground because the bottom of his slipper is suspiciously wet. He instinctively wants to put everything in order, make sense of the chaos surrounding him, but it’s a futile effort that’ll only be thwarted by the hordes of children occupying his friend’s house. So he settles for the garden instead, lounging by the towering lemon tree Namjoon planted a few years ago, where he has a scenic view of Taehyung almost burning the burger patties on the grill.
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crush
filed under. i totally forgot i wrote this. also i like the name eunmi sue me
notes. thank you to @lonelyending for reading thru this crusty story and making me feel good enough about it again to post it. also @suga-kookiemonster bc im pretty sure i sent u this like a year ago and u told me to post it it but….i forgot abt it shdgjsgd. writing/life in general has been hard recently so pls accept this kookfic to hold yous over until i update just one
genre. fluff, light comedy, light angst, smut
warnings. smut (oral sex: f receiving, penetrative unprotected sex)
length. 5.1k
the first thing jungkook thinks when he sees you is wow.
he hasn’t been up for very long, and you don’t even know he’s looking at you through the window. yoongi-hyung has wrapped you up in his arms as you sob and sob, muted behind the protective hospital glass. even with messy hair and wet eyes he’s starstruck. it’s why he recoils slightly when jimin and namjoon explain to him that you’re his wife.
“my,” he can’t even say the word. “my…”
“your wife,” namjoon repeats. “you know what a wife is, right? marriage?”
“yes,” jungkook huffs, digging his nails into his scalp. “i lost my memory, hyung, not my fucking brain cells."
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dad!jk letting fascinated son play with his earrings and long hair (and depending on age baby saying he wants long hair and earrings just like dad)
y’all i love the parents au lol. i decided to write a small drabble about this one :) threw in tattooed jk for the culture
It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to start fiddling with his dad’s ears. It was a natural attraction really. His dad frequently wore long dangly silver earrings that flashed whenever the sunlight hit them, a glare that caught his curious four-year-old gaze. And like a crow drawn to sparkly things, Jungwoo hands often wandered towards his daddy’s face, tiny chubby fingers clasping onto the cool metal desperately. Jeongguk tolerated the invasion of space simply because the awe in his son’s face made his chest warm. It was one the small things he loved about being a father, the look of pure adoration in his son’s face made every difficult thing about parenting worth it. But today Jungwoo’s curiosity is different, he’s poking his earlobes with intent, squeezing the flesh around his piercings hard and then doing the same on his own ear. You’re across the living, nose buried in a novel Eungjung had recommended you but your eyes keep flicking towards your son and husband, intrigued by his mannerisms.
Jeongguk is unbothered, fingers tapping swiftly over his laptop keyboard, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s slumped on the floor, giving Jungwoo the perfect advantage to clamber onto the couch so he can pester his father. He’d been messing around with the train set strewn across the living room floor but the reflection of Jeongguk’s screen on his earrings had garnered his attention rather quickly.
It takes you a moment, to pick out the gentle whispering floating out of his little mouth over the droning of the cartoon on the TV.
“One…Two…Three…” He gently presses Jeongguk’s piercings and then does the same on his own ear again. Repeating the behaviour you’d watched him do for the past five minutes. But then he abruptly stops, round face briefly obtaining a dreamy element as he imagines something. There’s a bright glow in his eyes as his hands sneaks into the long dark locks of Jeongguk’s hair. He plays with it for a moment, tapping his father’s head fondly. But then he tugs it rather hard.
“Daddddy! I have a question.”
Jeongguk’s hand comes around Jungwoo’s chubby one, gently pulling his son’s fingers out of his hair. “Jungwoo, remember what daddy said about pulling people’s hair? Did I say it was a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Bad,” Jungwoo mumbles back. “Sowwy.”
Jeongguk turns, lifting his hand to ruffle his son’s hair. “That’s right, bubs. Apology accepted. What’s your question?”
Jungwoo lights up at that, brown eyes glittering. “When do I get holes in my ears? When I’m an adult, like you and mommy?”
That catches your attention and Jeongguk splutters a soft chuckle from across the room, a tiny smile on his lips.
“What?” There’s still hidden laughter in his voice.
“Holes?” Jungwoo tugs at his ears. “Wike you, daddy.”
“Oh.” He laughs, snatching Jungwoo up and pulling him into a tight hug, His laptop gets sent to the ground with that movement, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind. Jungwoo giggles into the crock of his father’s neck, a sound that makes your heart feel full. “You want piercings? Like daddy?”
He nods his tiny head, the brown curls on his head bouncing with the motion. “Wike daddy,” He affirms, hands going straight for his dad’s long hair. “And I want my hair long! It’s too short,” He frowns. “I want to be cool wike daddy.” Jeongguk catches your eyes, his cheeks tinged rose and a broad grin on his face. You smile back, unable to stop the little giggle that escapes your lips.
“You’re going to have to ask mommy for permission, bubs. If she says yes we can your ears pierced. Is that okay?” Jungwoo nods hard, a bashful smile on his lips. And then his grabbing at Jeongguk’s arms, fingers tracing over the black ink marks etched on his father’s skin.
“Can I get these too? I want drawings on my skin!” It’s an innocent question but he’s shocked by the loud laugh that comes from his father’s mouth.
“I think mommy’s going to say no to that one bubs.”
dad!guk and fam going to the animal shelter to adopt a dog
thank u for ur request! (disclaimer im sure that most animal shelters have a longer adoption process but this one is quite direct cause it’s a drabble)
Jungwoo’s literally vibrating in the back of the car. He keeps kicking his tiny feet against the seat, sipping idly on the banana milk you had pressed into his hands before he’d climbed into his safety seat. He’s mumbling under his breath, bright doe eyes gazing out the window, excitement palpable in the small space of the car. You sneak a glance at Jeongguk, who’s focused on the road, the sleeves of his grey sweater rolled up. He’s got a glimmer of a smile on his pink lips, ears perked at the sound of his son’s delight.
“Are we there yet?” Jungwoo whines, his impatience building, evident from how he claws at the seat.
“Not yet, bubs.” Jeongguk throws you a look, the faint smile on his lips spreading across his features, making his eyes crinkle with fondness. You grin broadly back at him, heart warm in your chest.
“Have you finished your milk?” You ask, trying to briefly distract him. Jungwoo shakes his head, taking a sip from the bottle, his soft dark curls swaying with the movement. He’s due for a haircut but ever since Jeongguk grew his hair out, Jungwoo has flat out refused any scissors near his scalp, insisting he wants his hair just like his dads. The curls do look pretty sitting on his head, although they’re about to start obscuring his vision. You might have to convince him to trim it - if he allowed you to do even that. But there is something oddly comforting about watching Jungwoo quiet and calm while his dad rubs jojoba oil on his scalp every night. It was a new bond for them, the long hair movement and it makes you happy to see them together like that. If he doesn’t want a trim, maybe you’ll just push it back into a ponytail instead.
The universe must be acting in his favour because traffic virtually disappears and you cruise down the streets easily, the Sunday afternoon sun splaying across your skin through the windows. Jungwoo stays quiet, apart from the occasional mumble and the soft humming along to the nursery rhymes playing on the speakers. You’re partially zoning out - one can only listen to Humpty Dumpty a number of times - but Jeongguk draws you right back into reality, rambling about a project he was doing for work. You listen with intent, the back of your mind registering how domestic this all is as you watch Jeongguk twist the steering wheel, the sound of your son humming in the background melting in the with his father's voice wrapping tenderly around your heart.
“Mommmm! Are we there yet?” Jungwoo whines interrupts, tapping his milk bottle on the window screen. Jeongguk glances at you and you read his mind through his honey eyes.
“Patience, love” You reply, twisting around to face him. “And stop hitting the window, big boys wait patiently. Are you not a big boy?” The berate is gentle but direct enough that Jungwoo drops the behaviour, dumping the bottle in the hand you’ve extended out to him.
“Yes,” He mumbles, staring at you with a long face. It had been one of the terms he’d agreed too when he’d asked for a dog. Jungwoo was a kind, caring boy but he often acted impishly if he didn’t get his way or wanted immediate attention. It was a behaviour you were trying to wean out of him and the whole ‘big boy’ rhetoric seemed to be working in your favour. His admiration for his father and older cousins were the reason for that.
“That’s right bubs you’re a big boy,” Jeongguk tacks on, hearing the fall in his son’s tone. “And look, we’re nearly there!” He’s right, the shelter is round the corner. There’s an immediate pick up in the atmosphere and you look up from tucking the bottle away to find him bouncing in the backseat, his dip in mood forgotten instantly.
He’s practically bounding out of the car when you finally get his belt unbuckled. It’s only by the quick reflex of his father’s hands that he’s stopped from planting face first into the ground. Jungwoo remains unfazed, shaking it off ratherly quickly as he lopes his fingers into his fathers.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s gooo!” And then he’s off, dragging Jeongguk in tow who swiftly tosses you the cars keys. You don’t berate him, understanding that his excitement was coming from a pure joyous place this time. And he’s been waiting for this moment ever since he brought up the topic of a dog several months ago. It’s a surprise to you that’s he’s not levitating straight into the building.
You join the two of them a moment later, car locked in the parking lot and your bag tucked under your arm, only to find Jeongguk standing at the counter, Jungwoo painfully absent.
“Where is he?” You ask, giving the lady behind the counter a kind smile and a passing greeting.
“Down somewhere there. He heard dogs and took off.” Jeongguk shrugs like it can’t be helped.
“You can take a look around with him before you decide - if you’re here to adopt,” She offers.
“Thank you, we’ll do that,” You respond, turning quickly when you here a little happy shriek echoing from down the hall. You feet carry you there fast, passing rows of dogs in cages and a handful of people tending to a litter of puppies. Some of the dogs barely glance at you but others react quickly, barking up a storm as your rubber soles squeak against the tile floor. “Jungwoo?” You call out, “Where are you?”
“Here!” Your eyes land on him a moment later, butt flat on the floor as he stares at a terrified dog through the wires. It’s crouched at the end of the cage, neatly curled up as it eyes your son suspiciously. It’s a stark contrast to the heart eyes Jungwoo is giving the poor animal.
“You’re scaring it,” Jeongguk mumbles, sliding past you to kneel beside him. His hands slip into his hair, a reflex at this point. “Give the animal some space, bubs.”
“Okay,” Jungwoo says, immediately backing away. But he doesn’t stand up, just slides his butt along the floor. “Are you okay now?” He asks the dog, leaning his small neck as far as it can go.
The dog blinks at him instead.
“Oh,” Says one of the employees you'd passed. You weren’t aware she’s followed you, but you’re immediately glad for her help. “That’s Petunia. She tends to be quite shy and I think you’re enthusiasm is scaring her, dear.” The lady brushes past you
“I didn’t mean to scare her,” Jungwoo mumbles, staring at the lady with doleful eyes.
“I know. She’s just a tad nervous but if you speak to her softly and pet her, she’ll like you.” She gives Jungwoo a bright smile while he obediently nods his head.
“Okay.” It’s a whisper this time, Jungwoo clearly heeding her advice. You bite back the smile on your lips but when you look at Jeongguk it comes right back, tugging the corner of your mouth upwards, your chest light with affection.
The lady’s already fiddling with the lock on her cage. Jungwoo doesn’t jump on the dog like you expect him too when the barrier is taken away. Instead he wants for the lady to coax the animal away from the corner she’s buried herself in. She stares at him for a brief moment, noise sniffing hard and her tail thumping the ground firmly as the lady introduces them. Jungwoo mumbles his name, hand twitching in his lap with the need to touch. When he’s given the go ahead he’s astonishingly gentle, patting her coat with extreme care.
“What’s her breed?” Jeongguk comments, his gaze soft as he watches the way Jungwoo handles her.
“A beagle. They’re rather energetic but they’re good with children. Petunia’s only one-years-old, so you still have the chance to train her. And she’s a bit more quiet than most beagles.” Petunia’s already starting to warm up Jungwoo now, cuddling right into his space, her tail high as she wags it.
“A beagle for our beagle,” You comment, sparing Jeongguk a look. He laughs softly, rising from the ground.
“Petunia’s perfect but you’ve chosen rather quickly, bubs. Wouldn’t you like to look around?” He questions gently.
“No.” It’s firm, and his hands are gingerly wrapped around her neck, chubby arms defiant.. Petunia’s rather satisfied, lapping lovely at his ear already. “I pick Tutu.”
“Tutu?” You ask, an eyebrow raised.
“Tutu,” He insists, rubbing tenderly at her back. Her tail’s creating warps in the air with how fast she’s wagging it.
“Okay. Tutu’s our dog,” Jeongguk agrees, which is redundant anyway because Jungwoo’s already attached to animal now. Emotionally and physically.
The lady’s eyes are soft as she eyes the pair, joint on the concrete floor. “If you’d like to start looking at the forms I can help with that,” She offers, snapping the cage closed. “Your son’s quiet decisive.”
Jeongguk makes a funny noise in his throat. “Yeah. You could say that.”
this is like,,, one of the best things ive ever read
Rattled | JJK {Masterlist + Posting Schedule}
Chapter One - Posted March 6th, 2020
Chapter Two - Posted March 20th, 2020
Chapter Three - Posted April 3rd, 2020
Chapter Four - Posted April 17th, 2020
Chapter Five - Posted May 1st, 2020
Chapter Six - Posted May 15th, 2020
Chapter Seven - Posted May 29th, 2020
Chapter Eight - Posted June 12th, 2020
Epilogue - Posted Friday June 26th, 2020 @
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wartime child
synopsis. raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.
genre. loosely based of the harry potter universe. wizard au. dad au.
words. 12.1k
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it must be five o’clock somewhere. that is, if there is a part of the world that isn’t shrouded with ash grey clouds and recurring thunder of the mighty zeus. you don’t know - nobody does - but something’s very wrong somewhere upstairs. the newscaster’s words in the background is too fast to catch. you pace back and forth, anxious, restless. until you realize the thudding sound couldn’t have come from you - couldn’t have come from human footsteps.
the door.
you peek through the hole, relief washing over you as soon as you see the lock of brownish hair.
“___, hi-” his greetings are cut short as you pull him in, slamming the door behind you and making sure each lock is secured.
“it’s starting,” you say, almost sounding mad if it wasn’t for the baby you gave birth to ten months ago upstairs, “the first time i noticed, he was on the floor instead of the crib. i thought maybe he just crawled out but then the second time, i know and you know how i know? mr. tubs was floating past me while i was changing his diaper, jungkook,” you pause, eyes widened like a mad man, “the cat was fucking floating!”
jungkook calls your name, the voice you would usually find soothing is now a dread than a relaxant. but then again, it was never the voice. it was-
“mommy!” your baby reaches out his pudgy hands as the nursery door swings open.
there’s a still pause as you wait for something to fly at you. or float past you. or your own baby start drifting in the air like a balloon. but nothing.
“i swear, he has it too, kook.” you hold your baby in your arms, glancing over the man as though begging for him to trust you. as if you’re the crazy one! can you believe it? you! two years ago, you were just a waitress of a diner downtown, trying to get by. if you could take it all back, if you could press a reverse button and turn down that handsome charmer that sat by the window, reading a book (except it wasn’t any ordinary book that you can get a hard copy of - it was a spell book) instead of being on his phones like anyone his age would be doing, you would in a heartbeat.
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Dilf kook letting you ride him on the couch after he put da kids to bed 😉
😖😖 t-thank u for dis,, bc my dilf jk fic was 5k but i deleted it KFJNSMH
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Chohee is always harder to put to sleep than Sang, she wrestles and cries and throws tantrums until daddy lets her sleep in his bed. You wait on the couch downstairs, exhausted from earlier today.
Jungkook tiptoes down the stairs, careful not to make even the slightest whisper. With a sigh he drops on top of you, you grunt and struggle for a minute before readjusting yourself.
He lays with his body between your legs, face welcomed by the plush of your tits. “Mm, you feel like a pillow.” His hair is soft and he hasn’t shaved in months, for the first time in years you see something that isn’t a baby-smooth face. You think he looks much more rugged, though you prefer Jungkook when he’s cute.
“I know, baby,” you kiss the top of his head, met with a mouthful of russet curls. “You need to cut your hair.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jungkook raises his head to look you in the eye, “I like it.”
“I like it too, but all you do is complain when Sang pulls it,” you continue to pepper kisses all over him, now at a better angle as you peck his puckered pout.
“I like it when you pull it though.” Jungkook speaks lowly, his eyes flit from your cleavage to your face.
“I’m too tired right now,” you start to protest before he can even insinuate what he wants.
“Please, ____,” Jungkook pouts, eyes so wide he looks like Bambi. “I want you.” Your tank is swiftly removed and he’s got you pinned down.
It’s getting hot and heavy, you’ve gotten further than you ever have before. Sang hasn’t started screaming and Chohee hasn’t fallen from bed and bumped her head.
“Faster,” you whine into his lips, he gives you wet open mouthed kisses.
“I thought you didn’t want this, hm? Thought you were tired,” he teases with this stupid grin you want to kiss off of his face.
“Well, I’m not anymore, so could you please just hurry up, Kook?” You beg impatiently, cunt so wet it starts to soak through your panties.
“If you’re so eager, baby, if you want it that bad,” he sits up and you panic at the loss of his heaviness on top of you. “Come get it.” He sits back against the sofa, cock hard and curved against his abdomen.
“I hate you so much,” you grunt as you clamber onto his lap to get yourself off. The slide of his cock into your velvet walls is delicious. Has him drooling and you pulling his poor hair out.
“Still so tight,” He groans.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You mumble against his neck, tongue lolling out to lick his Adam’s apple.
“Because, you’ve had like-“
“Don’t ruin the moment, Jungkook.”
i dont have any inspo but more dilf jk pls 🥺
yes ❤️ here is him being a HIMBO
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“Why can’t I get out the car?” Jungkook asks, pouting up at you.
“Just stay in and I’ll grab her, Sang is in the car seat I don’t want to wake him up.”
“Why can’t I go?”
“Because I’m already out, dipshit.” You sigh and massage your temples.
The real reason is that you hate the way everybody looks at him. Like they want to fuck him on the spot. Married women who clearly aren’t happy with their husbands. You’re just lucky you snagged a total fucking hunk.
The downside is that everyone wants to touch him and feel his biceps and giggle at his extremely stupid, cheesy dad jokes.
“Chohee loves it when I pick her up.” Jungkook whines, taking off his seatbelt.
“Oh my god, fine.” You say, exasperated with his absolute cluelessness. Jungkook is so fucking hot but so endearingly dumb. Oblivious to everything around him.
“Thank you, wifey,” he coos and leans over the gearshift to kiss your cheek but you dodge it.
“Hurry up, Jungkook.” You seethe through gritted teeth.
dilf jk?? what about milf y/n & jk sees what she goes through since he's a dilf 😏
omg good idea!!
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There’s this teenager, a freshly graduated student, babysitting Chohee and Sang. Jungkook doesn’t know his name, but what he does know is this kid, this child, this adolescent is flirting with his wife. A full grown woman. And she’s getting all flustered over it too!
“I love your dress, ma’am,” God, Jungkook feels sick, look at this kid pretending to be all suave and macho. Fucking bullshit.
He pouts in the doorway as he waits for you to stop talking, little Sang babbling away in his arms. “Thank you, Taehyung,” you pat it down and smooth out the crinkles, “it’s new, came in the post today.”
When it comes to himself, Jungkook is oblivious, he can’t differentiate between flirting and friendliness, not until he accidentally said yes to this girls blowjob proposal and you had to drag him out the bar. But with you it’s different, he’s hawk-eyed.
“It looks amazing, so flattering,” you giggle and cover your mouth.
What the actual fuck. Why doesn’t he ever get that reaction from you. If he told you that, you’d kiss his nose and call him a cutie in the same voice you use for Sang.
Finally, you take Sang and place him down in the walker, bidding ‘Taehyung’ a goodbye.
“He’s such a sweet kid,” you coo, arm linked with Jungkook’s.
He glowers at nothing in particular as he stares at the ground, helping you into the car because he’s a gentleman.
Taking a seat in the passengers side, Jungkook is brooding, looking out the window like an angsty teenager.
“What’s with the pout, baby?”
“I’m not pouting,” Jungkook whines and speaks in literal pout, further making you coo and reach over to pinch his cheek.
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!”
“You are, I can tell when you are, idiot.”
“Well- well you always get jealous,” Jungkook crosses his arms and huffs.
“The last time we went out you said yes to a fucking blowjob, Jungkook, I think it was more embarrassing,” you snort in amusement and he just looks like an agitated bunny. “It’s not like I asked him to eat me out.”
“Eww, don’t say that, ____!” Jungkook gags and you simply smile as you listen to him complain.
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a series.
a messy divorce, unrequited feelings, and a five year old.
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isn’t she lovely;
jeon jungkook | he didn’t know he could love someone this much, after you. dad!au. | 1.3k words | unadulterated fluff. | requested.
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Blue Spring
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↳ Summary: Jeon Jungkook, only well known as the youngest (and hottest) dad at the daycare, he’s got it all, the looks, the sweetheart personality, the body, but here’s what gets everyone- he doesn’t wear a wedding ring. The only problem lies in his fickle one year old daughter that hates just about every daycare worker out there…Well…besides you that is. Which of course leads to Jungkook liking you just as much as his daughter…if not maybe a little too much.
Or in other words…You and Jungkook are secretly crushing on one another but too shy to admit it.
↳ Pairing: Single dad!Jungkook/Reader
↳ Genre: Daycare AU, Slice of life, copious amounts of fluff, a hair of angst, future smut
Word Count: 4K
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Seven thirty sharp. Your mind was groggy and you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped your lips, you had stayed up too late the night before studying due to a test you’d have later today without even thinking about the shift you promised your coworker you’d cover. So here you were at First Steps 7:30 in the morning, coffee in hand and your hair in a messy bun.
You hadn’t even bothered getting changed besides your fitness pants. Outside of that you were still dawned in your oversized university sweatshirt. At least you’d be with the kids most of the day, one of the perks of working at a daycare was you rarely had to get dressed up.
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baby, my baby | 01
“Raise my child, just for twelve months”
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ word count: 6.4 k ◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!
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