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Coquet (Series) | JJK

Coquet

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Total word count: 77,727K words

Status: Completed ✅

Warnings (more to be written in individual chapters): cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩--I love hearing from readers!

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➼Cross-posted on AO3

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

Epilogue

bloom - MYG | M

↣ you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for years now, and after you overcame your diffidence, your feelings escalate which could only cause more agony because he would never return your feelings.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/rating: R | fluff, smut, angst

word count: 14.5K

play: bloom by troye sivan

warnings/tags: brother’s best friend au, brother!Namjoon, strong language, Y/N is really shy, psychologist!Yoongi (ahem), age gap, virgin!reader, pining, these fits at the wedding, Respect (from MOTS7), cigarette smoking, explicit smut- food play, biting, hickey, breath play, fingering, size kink, nipple play, oral (f), dirty talk, protected sex, thigh riding, brief handjob, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, post-sex cuddles

a/n: man, I hate writing Yoongi angst 😭🥺

eomma - mom appa - dad

∞

Nudging the car door with your hip, you attempt to get your bag back on your shoulder as you walk down the narrow pathway to the front door. You hook the other hanger, holding another heavy suit, onto your fingers, palm straining as you push the key into the lock, muttering under your breath.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the door swings open to reveal your mother a few feet away, kneading a huge chunk of dough, flour dusted across her apron.

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Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)

Series Word count: ~89.8k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!

Prologue (wc: 2.2k)

Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)

Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) 

Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue (wc: 13k) || End

masterlist

Masterlist

Kim Namjoon

Nature Knows Best (M)

-Summary: Do you love nature? No, not really. But for Kim Namjoon you are willing to pretend. What happens when he invites you on a camping trip with him and his friends? How will you survive the wild? Survive Kim Namjoon?

Status: Coming soon

Kim Seokjin

Worst Best Man (M)

-Summary: Yes, you’re sad and lonely and yes, you’re pathetic and yes, you did drunkenly slur those exact words to your seatmate on this flight to your best friends destination wedding. And yes, you did spill wine all over his crotch and yes, you did try to clean it. This flight is a total nightmare. What happens when you arrive to your destination and your seatmate happens to be the grooms best man?

Status: Coming Soon

Drabbles: One

Min Yoongi

Love To Hate You (M)

-Summary: You’re desperate for a new roommate. The list of applicants is…short. Only one real offer but he seems to be very anal and picky while you are more carefree in your living. You’re dreading the day he moves in especially when you finally put a name to a face—Min Yoongi….your old high school nemesis.

Status: Coming Soon

Drabbles: One Two Three Four Five

Jung Hoseok

Wingmen (M)

-Summary: You and your best bud Hobi are known for your amazing Wingmen ways. Your group of friends know they can rely on the two of you since you both put on a show, no, no—a performance of getting two people together. But what happens when your best friend asks you to be her wingwoman? And the one she’s after is Hobi? Can you do this without your partner in crime…and why does it feel so strange?

Status: Coming Soon

Drabbles: One Two

Park Jimin

The Hero's Countdown(M) Teaser Ch1

-Summary: Soulmates: The one you are bound to. In this world, you feel everything they feel. Their joy, their pain, everything. One day you feel the most excruciating amount of pain only to find out your soulmate has died. What happens when the God’s of Time offer to turn back time so you can make things right and save your soulmates life?

Status: Ongoing

Love Again (M) Teaser Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11 Ch12 Ch13 Ch14 Ch15

-Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

Love Again Drabbles: One

Status: Completed

Drabbles: One Two

Kim Taehyung

The Island(M) Teaser Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11 Ch12 Ch13 Ch14 Ch15 Ch16 Ch17 Ch18 Ch19

-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?

Status: Completed

Pick of the Patch (M)

-Summary: You’re a struggling artist with a strong desire to escape so when your mother suddenly calls and asks you to return home to replace her in this years Harvest Festival dance, you never said yes faster. However, she informs you that you’ll be working with another dancer, Kim Taehyung and upon meeting, you decide you do not like him…but right when you think you could grow up and move past it, Taehyung makes it clear that he does not like you either

Drabbles: One Two Three Four Five Six (Summer Heat)

Jeon Jungkook

Always You (M) Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8(pt1) Ch8(Pt2) Ch9(pt1) Ch9(pt2)

-Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Always You Drabbles: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Status: Completed.

RED (M) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

-Summary: You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

Status: Complete

Rule #5 (M) Teaser Part 1 Part 2

-Summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

Status: Completed

Our Time (M) Announcement Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7

-Summary: After an accident and being in a coma for three months, you finally wake. But the last nine years of your life have been completely erased. You rely on none other than your best friend, Jungkook, to help regain your memories and yourself. But what happens when the truth of your missing time starts unraveling and it isn’t all it’s made out to be?

Status: Ongoing

Drabbles: One Two Three Four

Stay With Me Series Collection *completed*

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

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

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how many | jjk | 0

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you're just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you're also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you've taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 3.2k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

A/N: hello! this is going to feel more like a series of drabbles with an overarching plot rather than a traditional series. also please note that only certain chapters will contain smut (ill mark the ones that do). this particular chapter has no smut

Art class isn’t supposed to be scary, but that doesn’t stop you from taking the furthest possible seat from where all the chatty people are getting acquainted before the new semester officially begins. Maybe you fucked up. Maybe you should’ve picked a seat closer to all those extroverts, and maybe you would’ve naturally fallen into their circle. Or not. You wouldn’t blame them.

You decide you’re fine right where you are. It gives you the space you need to ensure no one else sees the internal chaos reflected in the whites of your eyes whenever it comes to social interactions. You’re the opposite of a social butterfly, and it’s at times like this when you wonder how the fuck some like you has such a huge social media following—503,448 followers to be exact. It’s not your personality (you’re too much of an introvert for anyone to really get to know you). It’s not your face (you haven’t posted a single photo of yourself on your account). So it has to be your art.

And although you’re a lover of all different art forms, your true love lies with ink on skin. It’s a bit unexpected for someone like you, a soft girl with not a single drop of ink on her own arms. But regardless of your unassuming appearance and quiet nature, you’ve won over countless people who proudly wear your art on their skin. That’s the business you built for yourself from nothing more than a passion you’d always kept close to your heart.

So maybe you should stop worrying so much about making good first impressions. Your art will break the ice for you.

“Is this seat open?” A finger with a fine crown etched into it points at the spot across from you. Your eyes follow a long sleeve of eyeballs, text, and rock ’n’ roll up to a handsome face with too many piercings to count. He fits the description of someone you’d only heard rumors about but never saw in the flesh. Tatts and piercings? Check. Man bun? Check. Hot as fuck?

You take a quick glance at the boy as a whole. Some of his features are surprisingly soft. His eyes are enormous, his nose is adorable, and his lips are the prettiest pink you’ve ever seen—1775 C in Pantone if you had to guess. He even smells nice. Fuck. Definitely hot as fuck but also lowkey cute.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you say while trying to get your heart rate under control. He nods and pulls his earbuds out as he takes a seat. He uses his phone screen to check his reflection, making more of an effort to rub a speck of who-knows-what off his lip than to make small talk with you. This person is someone who clearly doesn’t give a fuck where he sits, and it’s sad that you’re envious of that.

“Hey, nice tatts, bro,” another guy calls out as he passes by your new neighbor.

“Thanks,” he calls back. It isn’t long before he’s back to his phone. You wonder if he’s too absorbed in his own reflection to hear the girls talking about him at the other table.

“I told you we should’ve sat over there.”

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“That’s Jeon Jungkook, isn’t it?”

Aha. Jeon Jungkook. That name rings a bell. You whip out your phone and search him up. It only takes a few seconds to find that his Instagram @ArtOfKooking has quite a following too. You scroll through his most recent posts but find none of this “art” that he speaks of in his handle aside from what’s visible on his arm. Imagine having 100k followers just for being an attractive human.

Your mindless scrolling comes to an abrupt stop at a black and white photo from a few months back. He weaves his fingers through his long locks with a killer gaze. You take back what you said about the lack of art on his page. It turns out the boy himself is a work of art and he knows it.

You suddenly remember why you’d avoided searching Jungkook up when your friend Seokjin first mentioned him to you a while back. The last thing you wanted was to fall victim to a pretty face with excellent taste in body art—a deadly combination and one of your biggest weaknesses. But it’s already too late. Your thumb double-taps the photo to trigger the little heart animation.

Wait.

You study his profile again and identify a bigger problem than your tiny crush on a boy who’s probably going to get you into a lot of trouble. Jungkook follows your tattoo account, which means he’s going to get a big fat notification that you liked his photo from months ago, which means you must’ve been scrolling through his posts for some time, which means you’re clearly intrigued by him, which means you’re actually fucked.

Thank god your professor finally starts the class. You need some sort of distraction from the first-world problem you currently find yourself in with the fine specimen sitting across from you.

“Let’s start with an exercise with the person sitting across from you.” You already hate this professor. “To get better acquainted with your classmates, I want you to draw whatever your partner requests in your own style. The request can be as specific or vague as you want. Oh, and no dick pics or boobs, please. I was told to keep the first day as clean as possible.”

With the assignment underway, you and Jungkook both pull out your sketchbooks. Yours looks practically new despite being halfway filled. His looks like a dinosaur stepped on it with more than a few pages falling out. Without saying a word, he slides his sketchbook over to you, inviting you to snoop around inside his world and waiting for an invitation of his own. Your sketchbook is too heavy to slide across the table, so he watches patiently as you push your sketchbook to him inch by inch until he picks it up with a silent chuckle. Great, he already thinks your weird.

The physical state of his sketchbook is deceptively sloppy. There are probably more torn-out pages than actual drawings, but you have to admit you like what you find. His style is a tad chaotic yet somehow in good taste. You can easily picture these designs somewhere on his body, and perhaps they already are.

Your favorite detail is that everything is in ink.

“You’re incredible,” he says, flipping through your pages. “You’re like those YouTubers who draw soda bottles and shit as if it's sitting on the page in real life. You know what I mean?”

“Thanks,” you nod. The compliment is oddly specific and not exactly your niche or platform, but you do get what he means. You have a knack for replicating what you see. If you were to copy a barcode line by line, it’d probably fool the scanner. That’s the level of precision in your work.

“Ah, I got it.” He twirls his pen around. “Can you draw my arm drawing whatever you want me to draw?”

“Sure.” Of course Jeon Jungkook wants you to draw him. Sounds on-brand for someone who is quite possibly in love with himself. But maybe you can use that trait of his to your advantage. “I want you to draw your next tattoo.”

You see his eyes shift from your art to your face. He studies you for a moment. If you had to guess, he probably doesn’t believe someone like you is actually interested in his tattoos. After all, most tattoo enthusiasts are identified by the ink they proudly wear on their sleeves. Meanwhile, your version of a sleeve is cozy, knitted, oversized, and void of any ink.

“What if I drew one for you instead?” He places the pen down on the blank page in front of him and stretches his arms up toward the ceiling. The upper section of his sleeve peeks out from his black tee. It's even more intense than his forearm. “I’m kind of over the thrill of injecting ink into my veins.”

“Oh…” That’s most definitely not the response you were expecting. Maybe you shouldn’t have assumed that someone with a lot of tattoos wouldn’t mind one more. How dare you make such a bold assumption. You'll never open your mouth again.

“I’d much rather taint someone else,” he hums. His tone is light but his eyes are dark as they pierce the air between you and him. You’d really like to see him try.

“Art can be tainted by people, but people can’t be tainted by art,” you respond. As introverted as you are, you gain a sense of comfort to speak your mind when it comes to an art form that has defined your life thus far. “Unless they have a tattoo of their ex. Then I guess they’re kind of fucked.”

“Truer words have never been spoken. I knew I liked you.” Oh. His nose crinkles and his laugh is much softer than expected. He picks up his pen and starts drawing heavy smooth lines. “I was just fucking with you, by the way. You can never have too many tattoos, right?”

You nod as if you also have a full sleeve of eyeballs and rock ’n’ roll. That’s when you notice he’s drawing in your sketchbook as if what’s yours is his. Whether intentional or not on his end, you don’t really want to swap back.

“I don’t think the professor intended for us to draw in each other’s sketchbook,” you point out as you follow his lead and start marking up the next blank page in the Jurassic artifact. You outline the positions of Jungkook’s arm, your sketchbook, and the top of his sketchbook from your perspective.

“I like it better this way,” he says. His lines are starting to come together, but you still have no idea what it’s supposed to be. You just have to trust the process. “It’ll give me something to remember you by.”

“You make it sound like I’m going to be dead by sunrise.” You try not to look at the smile that forms on his face when you say that. Instead, you focus on the details in his tattoos and transfer them onto your page. Some of the tattoos match the style found in his sketchbook, and it’s not a coincidence. “How many of your tattoos are your own design?”

Jungkook puts a pause on his drawing to examine his arm and run some calculations in his head. His answer isn’t a number. “I lost track, but maybe you can count them for me.”

He gives you a better look at all the art on his arm. He’s practically asking for your attention, and a part of you hates that you’re so quick to give it. Your innocent soul diligently counts all of the ones you assume to be in Jungkook’s style. You count around five. But then it hits you. You don’t know how many other tattoos are beneath his clothes and where they might be hiding.

“How many others are hidden?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Let me know when you’ve found them all.”

It takes you a minute to wrap your innocent head around what he’s implying. You imagine he might have one on his ribs—that’s the most attractive spot you’ve come across as a tattoo artist. But in what scenario are you going to find a shirtless Jeon Jungkook in front of you? Clients strip down for you all the time in the name of art, but it’s not like Jungkook is aware of your inking business. So the only way you’d ever thoroughly explore his bare body is if—

Your mouth forms a tiny O, but no words come out. In fact, you find it pretty hard to do anything at the moment, so you just watch as the boy continues on with his mysterious design. He definitely knows what he’s drawing, and yet you can’t seem to crack the code.

“You’re fun to tease, Y/N,” Jungkook says, nonchalantly flipping your sketchbook back to the inside cover to make sure he got your name right. Of course you’re That Girl with your name written in fancy font on your fucking sketchbook. And of course he’s going to tease you about every quirky thing you do. “I really hope you aren’t dead by sunrise.”

“Unlikely.” You realize you’ve regained your ability to function properly and point to his work in progress. “But if I am, promise me you’ll get that tattooed on your forehead where everyone can see it.”

“It’s a promise.” He plays along with your dry humor before getting back to work with a cute smile. Wholesome smiles always seem to hit different when they’re coming from the people you least expect.

At some point, Jungkook waits for you to finish drawing his arm so that the two of you can complete his design at the same time. He claims his design is only a few strokes away from the big reveal, but you’re still not seeing it.

As class comes to a close, your page is filled with a beautiful arm, two sketchbooks, and a design that’s apparently “only a few strokes away.” Jungkook takes you line by line until you see it. Very clearly, in fact. It’s a bunny with a tiny carrot tattoo, and it’s been staring you in the face the entire time. The boy drew it upside-down from his perspective so that it’d be right-side up for you. You’re thoroughly impressed.

“Is this tattoo for you or for me?” you ask. While the bunny might definitely be on-brand with Jungkook’s art style, it’s not quite as edgy as his other tattoos.

“Does it get your stamp of approval?” He closes your sketchbook and hands it back to you.

“Of course it does.” You try not to smile too much at the fact that Jungkook’s adorable design is forever inked into your sketchbook. “I love it,” you say as quietly as possible.

“Then it's all yours.” He whips out a black marker and gestures for your hand. You give it to him without question. The hand that holds yours is rough (in that he should probably invest in some higher quality lotion) and gentle (in that you never want him to let go). The subtle caresses engulfing your hand distract you from the marker gliding across your skin. Twenty seconds later, you have a simplified version of the bunny on the back of your hand.

You flail your hand about and blow on it in hopes that the ink will dry before it can smug. “If you ever get your license, this is the one I want,” you say.

“Sounds like a plan.” He takes one last look at your completed drawing and tucks it away safely into his bag. For someone with such a beaten-up sketchbook, you expected him to be a bit more careless with his belongings. But maybe he’s a little different from what you thought you knew about him.

In fact, it’s thanks to this boy that your first day in art class went as well as it did. You made him laugh, and he made you smile. Like everything just felt right between you and him.

You feel like you’re forgetting something though.

“Hey, by the way, do you have an IG for your art that I can follow?” Jungkook pulls out his phone because why wouldn’t you have an account to showcase all of your art? You blink at him because here’s your next mistake: Your only Instagram account @snowsleeve is the one for your tattoo business, the one where your identity is more or less kept out of the spotlight. And you never thought to make a separate account with all of your non-tattoo art under your real name.

“I actually don’t… but it’d probably be beneficial for me to make one.” You’re embarrassed that this is your reality. You’ve utilized social media to build a strong reputation for your business, and yet you totally failed to get your real name out there in the art community. Because perhaps someday, you won’t want to be known solely for your tattoos.

“Well, make one and add me,” he says. “I’ll be your first follower.”

“What’s your account?” Of course you’ve already tracked him down at @ArtOfKooking with your subpar sleuthing skills, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“It’s @jjkINK.” He pulls the account up for you to view. All of the art missing from his other account can be found here, and his face is nowhere in sight. Maybe having multiple accounts is more common than you thought.

“Wow, 30,000 followers? I didn’t know I was in the presence of an influencer,” you gasp and make it extra dramatic. After all, 30,000 is a big following for someone who isn’t a celebrity or well-known figure.

“I’m not an influencer.” He laughs and waves off your dramatic performance. “I’m just someone who shares his art with others. It’s really not that impressive, you know.”

“Well I’m impressed,” you say. And you mean it. You find it interesting how he doesn’t just dump all of his art into his @ArtOfKooking account with over three times as many followers. You imagine it’d be pretty tempting to do that for the sake of more exposure.

Once you’ve set up an alternate account under your real name with @Y/NsArtCorner, you hit the follow button on Jungkook’s art page and leave it at that. A few seconds later, you get a follow back from @ArtOfKooking.

“Oh, that’s my main account,” he explains. “I don’t post any art on that one, so you don’t really have to follow—”

You hit the follow button on that account too. “104,343 followers... Are you sure you aren’t an influencer?”

“I haven’t influenced anyone to do anything, for your information.” You feel like there should’ve been a hmph at the end of his sentence. He points to the bunny on your hand and says, “Well, except for you getting that rad tattoo.”

“Hey, don’t go thinking your bad boy self is a bad influence on me,” you say, holding your wrist close to your heart. “I’m totally not against the encouragement of getting something permanent branded into your skin.” You play it off as sarcasm, but that’s how you make bank.

“Would you really get one?” His eyes lock onto your body, identifying it as the perfect blank canvas for whatever he’s imagining.

“How do you know I don’t already have one?” You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, still careful not to smudge the precious ink on your hand.

Jungkook tilts his head and squints as if he’s trying to see through the knitted holes of your slouchy sweater. As far as he can see, you don’t have any. But maybe that’s the point. Any tattoo you may or may not have would have to be hidden somewhere on your bare skin beneath your sweater, your lingerie, and most importantly, your soft smile. And the thought of that puts a curious little gleam in the boy’s eyes.

“Wait, how many do you have…?” He needs answers.

You throw your bag over your shoulder and shrug on the way out of the classroom. “Let me know when you’ve found them all.”

RED | JJK (1/3)

Summary: You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au

Word Count: 15.5k (twc:44k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of oral (fem and male rec.), mention of drunk sex, tatted!Jk, pierced!Jk, pregnant oc, self conscious oc, oral (fem rec.) vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pregnancy sex, slow sex, lots of kissing, character death, loss, mentions of blood.

Notes: Here’s a little something:) pls don’t hate me lol

© taestefully-in-luv

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His eyes follow you as you enter through the front entrance, scanning your body from head to toe making you feel a sense of pride because you know you look damn good tonight. He brings his beer to his lips, chugging back the chilling beverage and raises a brow at you as you walk in his direction. He gulps down his drink, thinking you are about to talk to him when you stop a few feet away, turning towards the bar and waiting for the bartender to attend to you.

You can feel his eyes on you still, you can feel the way they bore into every inch of your skin, his sight on you crawling all over your body. You should be used to this, the way his gaze always falls on you when you two are in the same place. But somehow you still feel weird about it. You mean, he broke up with you. Jeon Jungkook. 6 months ago. So why the fuck does he still do this?

That’s right, Jungkook your ex-boyfriend of two years broke up with you because you two just weren’t ever on the same page. You wanted marriage, kids, so on and so forth but he just wasn’t ready for all of that. So he dumped you. You were willing to wait until he was ready but he wouldn’t listen to you, he ended the two year relationship just like that.

Running into him at this particular bar isn’t unusual, you two used to frequent here quite often when you two were dating. Now it’s become a place you both come with friends or whatever. You rarely speak though. You’re too god damn bitter, if you’re being honest. But sometimes when you are drunk enough you say a few words in passing…probably nothing nice.

“Alright, what are we drinking tonight?” Yoongi, your best friend, comes up to you at the bar. “I’m buying first round to celebrate your new job.” He gives you a small smile and an awkward thumbs up.

“Something strong.” You chuckle, “I want to erase those tedious interviews from my memory.”

“Were they really that bad?” he yawns out, “I mean, you passed them so they couldn’t be that hard.”

You swat Yoongi’s arm and he can’t help but laugh, you shake your head at him and finally wave down the bartender.

“Two vodka sours.” You tell the girl, “Actually three.” You turn to Yoongi and offer him a wink, “Two for me, one for you.”

“Fine, fine. Since we are celebrating.” He says calmly, “By the way…” Yoongi looks over your shoulder, his eyes narrowing. “You know your ex is staring at you?”

“You can say his name Yoongs.” You chuckle, “Or are you afraid if you say his name too many times he will show up in a bathroom mirror and murder you?”

“Yes.” Yoongi nods his head. “That one.”

The bar tender slides your three drinks across the bar and you take them gratefully. You hurry and chug back the first one in just a few seconds then immediately grab the second drink.

“Woah, woah.” Yoongi takes his own drink and starts sipping on it. “What’s up with you, huh?”

“Listen here grandpa, I am trying to get crazy tonight.”

“What did I say about you calling me grandpa?” Yoongi raises a brow at you and you snort.

“That every time I do it, that’s one less drink for me.”

“Yup, looks like you won’t be getting too crazy because there goes one drink.” He brings his straw to his mouth and sucks up the vodka sour.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You roll your eyes playfully. “So, tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Is he still staring at me?”

“Honestly no.”

You slump your shoulders in disappointment.

“Why not?” you pout.

Yoongi looks behind you and frowns. He places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head…his way of telling you that you don’t want to know.

“Let me guess,” you start chugging back your second drink. “He’s already got some girl in his lap, probably making out with her.”

“Close. She’s between his legs and kissing his neck.”

“Not surprised.” You finish your drink, slamming the glass on the bar top. You wave down the bar tender again and order a shot this time.

“When’s Joon getting here?” you glance at your phone, looking at the time. “He said he would be here at 11 but it’s already almost 12.”

“We didn’t even get here until 11:30.” Yoongi deadpans, “Namjoon was right to be late.”

“Whatever, whatever.” You take the shot the bar tender hands you and throw it back. It burns, the liquid is like lava as it travels down your throat but somehow you enjoy it.

“I sent him a text, he said he is almost here.” Yoongi takes a sip of his drink, “You aren’t going to try to make out with him again are you….?”

“Oh my god, Yoongs, that was one time! And you know I get super embarrassed just thinking about it!” you throw your head in your hands as you recall the memory.

“Yeah, you should be embarrassed.” He takes another sip of his drink, “You won’t ever try to make out with like me, right?” he gives you a disturbed expression and you can’t help but laugh.

“I won’t” you say with a straight face. “I might make out with Jimin though.” Your eyes slide to the side as you search for the boy. “He is always fun to make out with.”

“I don’t know how you guys do that.” Yoongi breathes out, “You’re friends yet when you’re drunk you make out, like literally every time.” His fingers go to his chin as he thinks. “Are you sure you guys aren’t secretly in love with one another?”

“Oh def not.” You giggle. “He thinks I’m hot, I think he’s hot. So we make out.”

“Right.” Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip. “Let’s see how long that lasts for.”

You’re about to respond when in the distance you seen Namjoon walk through the bar, he’s got Jin following close behind him. You see Jin’s face light up when he spots someone behind you.

“Jungkookie!” Jin calls out, waving his arms around. Namjoon walks closer to you and Yoongi and immediately gives you a look of apology.

“Hey guys.” He greets the both of you, his hand raising to get the bar tenders attention, “What we drinking tonight?”

“I don’t know what we are drinking but it’s going to be a lot.” You eye Jin who is waving over none other than your ex.

“Jungkook! Come here!” Jin keeps calling out for him, “Why isn’t he coming?” he looks over at you, Yoongi and Namjoon.

“You realize y/n is Jungkook’s ex, right?” Yoongi states the obvious. “So like obviously he doesn’t want to come over here.”

“Oh shit, I forgot.” Jin scratches the back of his neck, “Sorry y/n…”

“It’s fine as long as he doesn’t come here—”

“What?!” and it’s the voice you didn’t want to ever hear again. “What do you want Jin?!” Jungkook stands in your circle of friends, his eyes on Jin as he speaks. But your eyes? Shit, they’re on him. He’s got black, tight jeans that practically melt over his thighs. His short sleeve black t shirt that shows his muscular, tatted arms. And his hair is short and dark and parted to the side and you can see…is that an eyebrow piercing? That’s new. Basically, he looks good. Fucking good.

“I just wanted you to come hang out but…” Jin trails off, his eyes landing on you. Making everything obvious, fucking obvious. “But I guess we are still not doing that.”

“Just go back to your friends, Jungkook.” You find the courage to say. “No one wants you here.”

At that, Jungkook’s face lights up with amusement. He quirks his pierced brow and nods at you, slowly.

“Is that so? Sounds like Jin wants me here.” He steps closer to where you’re seated at the bar,

“Oh? So you’ll stay? That’s new for you.” You spit out and Jungkook blinks at you a few times before scoffing.

“Are you still going to be bitter even 20 years from now?” he laughs. “You’re ridiculous. And sad.”

“Only thing that’s sad is your dick game.”

“Damn….” You hear Yoongi chuckle from beside you.

“Okay, what if we don’t fight, okay?” Namjoon steps in, “y/n—”

“No, it’s okay,” Jungkook smirks down at you, “She and I both know that’s not true.” He grins a cocky ass grin and you want to slap it off his face.

“Shut up.” You respond weakly and he chuckles.

“See?” he gestures all around, “She knows my dick had her—”

“Okay!” Jimin cuts in, putting a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “So are we all finally hanging out as a group again? Or are we still separated because of our divorced parents, y/n and Jungkook?” Jimin lightly teases.

“When did you get here?” You ask, totally confused on where the hell he came from.

“Just got here, saw all my friends in one place. Tae and Hobi with you Jungkook? You should tell them to come over here and hang with us too.”

“We aren’t all hanging out though?” You question. You glance over at Yoongi who looks amused to say the least.

“Aren’t we though?” Yoongi asks, a smug smile on his face.

“Yeah.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest and he smiles at you. “Aren’t we though?”

“Fuck off, Jeon.” You stand from your bar stool and walk past him, your shoulder bumping his.

“Where you going?” Yoongi calls out for you, standing from his own bar stool. “Great. She’s mad.” He looks around the bar and notices you heading towards the bathrooms.

“I’ll go talk to her.” Jungkook huffs out, feeling a little bad since he knows it’s his fault.

“Yeah, no offense, buddy but you’re the last person who should be going to talk to her.” Jimin puts a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder again, stopping him from walking towards the bathrooms. “So, I’ll go.”

“You’re just offering to go because you think you will get the chance to kiss her.” Yoongi says with a straight face.

“Why would Jimin kiss y/n?” Jungkook asks with big, doe eyes. “Hello? Why?” he repeats when no one answers as they all exchange awkward glances.

“Anyway. It’s obviously me who is going to go.” Yoongi sighs. “Someone watch my drink—”

“No.” Jungkook cuts him off, “I’m going.” And before anyone can object, Jungkook is storming off towards the bathrooms.

You wait in line at the bathrooms, waiting and waiting when finally two drunken girls exit the small room and you are able to go inside. You’re about to walk through when someone is pushing you forward until you’re in the bathroom and the door is being closed and locked.

“What the fu—”

You don’t expect Jungkook to be in the bathroom with you. His back is against the door as he breathes out rough breaths like he hurried to get to you.

“What are you doing in here?” you put your hands on your hips. “People will get the wrong idea.”

“Not like we haven’t fucked in here before.” Jungkook shrugs. “Anyway I just came to talk.”

“Talk about what? We literally have nothing to talk about?” you look off to the side, anything to avoid his eyes.

“I’m sorry I made you mad tonight.”

“That’s what you are sorry for?” you ask, still averting his gaze. “For tonight? There’s a million other things you should be apologizing for—”

“Really y/n? When are you going to get over it, huh?” Jungkook exhales a long breath, “We broke up. Big deal. We didn’t work.” Jungkook’s raises his volume just a bit as he speaks.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh? I bet you wish you could.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your skin on fire as his words echo in your mind.

“You’re the worst.” You whisper. “I can’t believe I was ever in love with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes expand and his mouth drops open…he’s trying so hard to be civil with you but why do you have to say things like that?

“So you aren’t anymore?” he asks quietly. “In love with me.”

“Why would I be?” you spit out, “You’re immature, irresponsible and can’t take anything seriously. So whhy would I be?” you repeat in a whisper.

Jungkook feels his heart sinking in his chest, your words affecting him more than he wants to admit. But if that’s how you have to feel about him, then so be it.

“Plus.” You begin again, “It’s not like you’re still in love with me. You probably never were.” You whisper.

“Stop.” Jungkook raises a hand up. “I was very, very in love with you.” His voice is low and intimidating. “We just..”

“We don’t have to go through this again.” You say a little louder now, “It gets us nowhere.”

“y/n….” Jungkook frowns, “Can we just be civil for the night? It’s been a while since we all hung out as a group and it’s our fault, you know?”

“Fine.” You walk closer to him, closer to the door, that is. Jungkook keeps standing here, not moving.

“By the way, you look beautiful.” He says so quietly you almost don’t hear.

“Don’t.” you say just as quietly. “Please.”

“Why not? Afraid you’ll—”

“Just stop, Jungkook.”

And then you are unlocking the door and forcing it open, leaving the bathroom, leaving Jungkook.

~~~~

“Holy hell, you are drunk.” Yoongi tries to get you down from dancing on the table, “Please. For the love of god.” He yanks you by the hand and you eventually listen, giggling to yourself hysterically.

“Let her have fun.” Jungkook sips on his drink with a drunken grin. “I haven’t seen her like this in forever.” He chuckles. “It’s awesome.”

“Where’s Jimin?” you slur, “Wanna make out.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at you and then he whips his head in Yoongi’s direction.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“They make out when they’re drunk, trust me it isn’t anything eventful.” Yoongi comments nonchalantly. “Plus, you broke up with her so I don’t think you get to care.”

“Yoongi.” Jungkook grits his teeth but then he pauses taking a moment to think if he really wants to ask his next question. “Has y/n been with anyone else?” he tries not to slur his words, but he’s drunk after all.

“Not your business.”

“Guys! Guys! I want to make out!” you reach their table and start dancing again, Jungkook can’t help how his eyes devour you as you move. He stands from his chair and offers his hand to you and you open your eyes to take a good look at him.

“What?” you yell out. “What do you want?”

“To dance with you?” Jungkook can’t help but show you a lopsided grin as he continues to extend his hand to you. “Could be fun?”

“Hmm…” you pretend to think, “Would rather go swimming in a lake of fire.” You look at him again, a pretty little smirk playing at your lips.

“Come on y/n. For old times sake.” He drunkenly pushes on, “Come on.”

“Fine, one dance.” You slide your hand into his and you hate how you immediately feel a swarm of butterflies in your stomach at the skin to skin contact.

“One dance.” He repeats with a goofy smile.

You two head to the dance floor and he immediately places your body in front of his, your back against his chest. His hands dip dangerously low, squeezing your hips and rubbing your upper thighs. You love the feeling of his hands on you, you’ve definitely missed it.

It's easy to fall into a groove with someone you have history with.

Jungkook sways your bodies to the beat of the music and things feel like they are moving so fast. The flashing lights, the drink after drink, the song after song, his hands exploring the entirety of your body. His lips finding a place on the side of your neck, your ass grinding into his crotch, it’s all happening in dizzying circles.

How you came barging in his front door of his apartment with his lips devouring your lips, you don’t know. But here you are. You two crash into wall after wall, his lips never leaving yours. His tongue pleasantly shoved down your throat as he begins to unbutton your jeans, and your hands are at his shirt, trying your best to rip it off him.

“Fuck…” Jungkook pulls away from you, completely out of breath.

And the rest is quite literally a blur. You only recall snippets of the night. You can recall his fingers on your clit as you are backed into the living room wall, you can recall his mouth hot on your pussy with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. You can recall his dick between your lips, sucking on it, gagging on it. And most of all, you can recall how his cock thrusted inside you over and over, fucking you against his sofa.

You also recall the sweet words, the soothing massage on your back, the tight hugs as he cuddled you on his couch after you two came. You remember how good it felt to be his again. But now…

Two months later

“You’re what now?” Yoongi looks at you with a blank stare, after you don’t respond to him he takes his coffee and sips on it, shaking his head. “I know I didn’t hear that right.” He says.

“I’m pregnant.” You say again. “What the hell am I going to do?” You groan, throwing your head on the table in his kitchen. “I’m so fucking…so fucking scared.” You admit between sharp breaths, “What…what…”

“Okay, okay.” Yoongi sets his coffee down, a look of softness and pity adorning his face. “Let’s calm down,” he reaches for your hand, “You don’t have to keep it, y/n. You can…I don’t know, give it aw—”

“Oh?” You give him a look of disappointment, “I still check up on my fucking Nintendogs.” You start sniffling, your face twisting into a horrid mess. “You don’t think I’ll get attached? Carrying a baby for 9 months? Then I just…fucking…give it away?!” You look at Yoongi incredulously. “Why is this happening to me?”

“One, you aren’t the first person to ever get pregnant when they weren’t expecting it—”

“Is that somehow supposed to be comforting because it fucking isn’t.”

Yoongi sighs out, “And two, you have me, you have the guys, you have your family.”

“But you know who I don’t have?”

“…When are you going to tell him?”

At this you scoff, you wipe your snot with the back of your hand and look Yoongi in his eyes.

“How can I tell him? What would he even say?” you exhale a deep breath, “I just found out I’m pregnant with his baby. I’m spiraling. How the hell is he going to take it?”

“Don’t tell me you’re not planning on telling him…” Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, “y/n this is his baby too…he deserves to know.”

You know Yoongi is right, Jungkook is just as much in this as you are…and he isn’t even aware of it yet. This baby is like, half his or whatever. But he doesn’t have to carry it around! Ugh, why is this so complicated.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. “You know how Jungkook is…he can’t handle this. If I am barely holding on there’s no way he can handle this. He’s just too…Jungkook. He thinks a healthy breakfast is half a pop tart at 2pm. Need I remind you he literally broke up with me because he wasn’t ready for serious shit?” you start to sniffle again, your eyes wetting with tears. “And what? You think he’s going to like co parent with me? Or he’s going to say ‘thank you for letting me know but I want nothing to do with you or this child’? That’ll just…that’ll break me.” You admit between a few quiet sobs.

Yoongi’s lips curve downwards into one of the most pity filled frowns you have ever seen. He feels bad for you, he really does. He still thinks you should tell Jungkook though.

“If Jungkook won’t be a dad…” Yoongi starts, clearing his throat a few times. “I will be, Namjoon will be, Jimin will be…the list goes on. You aren’t alone, y/n. You have us.”

This just makes you cry harder. You’re grateful you two are alone in his apartment, that he lives alone.

“Fuck…” you sniffle out, “Thank you Yoongs.” You try taking deep breaths but fail miserably. “But…” your shaky voice makes Yoongi wince, he hates this. Seeing you like this really breaks his heart…

“Think of it this way,” Yoongi squeezes your hand. “No periods for a while right? What else…you are eating for two now, so you have every excuse to get fat…you’re allowed to nap whenever you want…bigger boobs, longer hair, good skin, the list goes on really.”

“How-How do you know so much about pregnancies?”

“Isn’t that all common knowledge? Plus, when my sister was pregnant with her first kid she raved about wanting to get pregnant again for those things.” Yoongi shrugs.

You can’t help but sort of laugh, not feeling all the way better but you know, a little. “I guess bigger boobs would be cool.”

“Of course out of everything that’s what you took from that.” Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully, “Don’t forget no periods.”

“True, that is awesome.”

You and Yoongi share a look with one another before Yoongi sighs out, squeezing your hand again.

“You have to tell him.”

“How?” You get choked up again, “I am responsible for ruining his li—”

“He’s just as responsible as you are.” Yoongi cuts you off, “He did this too. He got you pregnant.”

“Shit.” You breathe out heavily, “When? When do I do this?”

“No time is going to feel like the right time…but the sooner you do it the better. Have you seen a doctor?”

“Yes…”

There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. Even though you took 5 tests at home you came to the doctor to be sure.

“Congratulations y/n! You’re pregnant.” The doctor smiles at you, her lips curved into the perfect pity smile. You have been seeing your doctor since you were 12. She’s your family’s doctor. Also a family friend. She’s basically the mother you never had. She knows you. She knows how single you are, she knows there is no man in the picture. She knows.

“I’m-I’m what?” you blink at her repeatedly, “No…” you begin shaking your head. “There’s no way. Kathy, this doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, did you use a condom?”

Well, no. You and Jungkook used a condom the first time you ever had sex and then like, never again.

“No….”

“Did he perhaps finish inside you?”

“Well…” you look off to the side awkwardly.

“Well, then. It makes perfect sense.” She takes a seat, interlocking her fingers in front of her. “y/n…I know this must be a shock. But you have options…if you aren’t ready to be a mom.”

“Options? Like an abortion? Or adoption?”

“I was leaning more towards adoption.” She sighs, “There’s plenty of couples out there who are ready to be parents.”

“You know how I feel about that. I have no real reason to give my baby away other than I just don’t want it and that’s fucked up.”

“I know y/n…I wasn’t trying to trigger you or anything…”

Your own “parents” did that to you. They left you with a friend of theirs, Lou. He took care of you, he raised you. He felt odd about being called dad though so since you could talk he urged you to call him Uncle Lou. You owe that man everything.

“What about the…’dad’? Do I have to tell him?” you begin nibbling on your bottom lip. “I don’t want him to know, is that wrong?”

“y/n…” she frowns at you, “It’s completely up to you I suppose…but I know you’ll do the right thing.”

“The right thing?” you bite on your bottom lip harder. “He…” your thoughts get lost as you think about Jungkook. It’s best if you don’t tell him, right? But if you’re pregnant and he runs into you…won’t he be suspicious? No, Jungkook is too busy thinking about himself and the next girl he has his eyes on to even consider you and this baby.

“He doesn’t need to know.” You decide to say.

“y/n…” Kathy stands up and takes a seat next to you. “Is he a random?”

“It’s Jungkook.”

Her eyes widen at your confession, she begins to nod her head slowly before her expression is hardening.

“You have to tell him. He deserves to know…after all you two have been through…you would regret it y/n. I know you.”

“I know.” Is all you respond with.

“Lou will be excited though.” She begins to smile, “He rooted for you and Jungkook for so long and always talked about how cute your kids would be.”

“Oh god, I have to tell Uncle Lou.” You groan into your hands. “Excited? He’s going to be so disappointed…”

“Oh stop that, he’s going to be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“But I’m not happy?”

“You will be. Carrying around a child will definitely change you. I remember my first pregnancy…” Kathy takes your hand, “It’s a magical experience. Unlike anything else.”

“You were ready for kids though! I am going to be a single mother!”

“Ah, that doesn’t matter sweetheart.” She squeezes your hand in attempt to comfort you. “Being a mother is the most rewarding thing—with or without a father.”

You can only imagine what Kathy means. But you honestly have absolutely no clue. You feel your chest tighten as you become more and more overwhelmed.

“Uncle Lou is going to be excited.” You murmur, “I can see it now.” You look down at yours and Kathy’s hands. “Grandpa Lou. I can see that too.” You sniffle.

“He is the least of your worries, okay sweetie?” Kathy pulls her hand back and she rubs your shoulder. “Your biggest concern is….”

“I know.” You exhale a deep breath. “I know.”

“Kathy always knows what’s up.” Yoongi smiles, “I still wonder when her and Lou will finally get together.”

“Trust me, we are all thinking it.” You laugh, “They’re both too stubborn.”

~~~~~

A few weeks have passed, you plan on telling Uncle Lou the news tonight. You’re meeting him for dinner at his favorite diner, a small place right outside of the city. He is excited to see you as always, already planning his next visit with you about coming to stay the night at the house—inviting Kathy over for a game night, the usual stuff you used to do.

You’re a bit nervous about telling Uncle Lou the news…but also after sitting on it for a few weeks…you’re also a bit excited. You know he will be nothing but loving and supportive so it kind of lifts your spirits about the whole situation. Especially because you have yet to tell Jungkook—you know, the father of your baby.

There’s no one else in the diner but you and the staff. You wait patiently for your uncle to arrive, he’s always been known for being late. You pick at your nails, trying to rehearse exactly how you will announce to your uncle that you are pregnant. Oh, and that there is no father in the picture.

Finally, you hear the chime of the bell go off on the door of the diner and you see Uncle Lou waddle in, his mustached face grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey superstar.” Uncle Lou hurries to your booth, he’s extending his arms out for you to jump in them for a tight hug. “Get in here.”

You rush to your feet and embrace him, his arms wrapping around you so tight and lovingly it unfortunately pushes you to tears. You don’t mean to be such a baby but once you inhale Uncle Lou’s soft scent you are sniffling in his chest.

“Woah, woah.” He pulls back from you, holding you at arm’s length. “What’s my baby girl crying about?”

“Uncle…” your face twists into a look of desperation and he pulls you back in, hugging you tightly.

“Okay, okay. Do I have to kick someone’s ass?” he chuckles, his laughter whole hearted. “Because I will!”

You lean away from Uncle Lou, wiping at your face when you try to breathe evenly. He motions for you to sit down as he takes his own seat across from you.

“Now what’s going on?” he smiles for you, you see his teeth poke out from underneath his mustache. “What’s got you so emotional, hm?”

“I—I.” you try to speak but your breaths are harsh. “I don’t know how to say it.” You finally say after a long moment of calming yourself.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart.” Uncle Lou says softly.

“Okay….” You gather your courage, “I’m pregnant.”

Uncle Lou doesn’t mean to choke on his spit, no, not really but here he is coughing up a storm a your sudden confession.

“You’re what?”

“Pregnant.” You sniffle. “I got pregnant.”

Uncle Lou nods his head slowly as he composes himself, he pats down his big belly and looks at yours.

“Pregnant? You’re having a baby?” he asks, having a hard time hiding his growing smile. “You’re going to be a mom?”

“Y-Yes.” You breathe out. “But it’s not really happy news…”

“Of course it’s happy news!” he basically shouts, “You’re going to give life! I didn’t know you got another boyfriend though…I am really out of the loop.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

His smile drops little by little as the seconds pass, his face beginning to harden.

“Does the father not want to be a part of the baby’s life?” he asks quietly. “You don’t need a man.”

“He doesn’t know.” You admit, “I haven’t told him yet. I wanted to tell you first.”

“Although I am flattered by that…” Uncle Lou sighs out, “The father is the first who should know.”

“It’s Jungkook.” You blurt out and immediately Uncle Lou brightens.

“Jungkook? You two got back together?”

“No. No boyfriend, remember?” you try to steady your breaths. “We just…made a mistake recently.”

“But Jungkook is the father?” Uncle Lou smiles softly towards you, “That’s great news.”

“How is that great?” You snap, your voice rising. “He won’t want anything to do with me or this baby!”

Uncle Lou frowns at you, but somehow he does it with a small smile. He reaches for your hands across the table and brushes your fingers with his thumb.

“Jungkook loves you, darling. He won’t let you do this alone. Mark my words.”

“He doesn’t love me, Lou.” You say sternly. “He broke up with me because he doesn’t love—”

“He broke up with you because he was scared.” Uncle Lou cuts you off, “He’s young. In his 20’s. Give him a chance to breathe—”

“Whose side are you on?” you deadpan. “Anyway, that’s why I wanted to meet.”

“Oh, not because you missed your old man?” he chuckles. “I already know the answer…but you’re keeping the baby aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You say quickly. “I would never abandon one of my own.”

“I know.” He whispers. “You won’t be alone, sweetheart. You’re going to get through this amazing journey.”

“Even if I’m alone—”

“You won’t be alone. You have me and Kathy, of course. And your friends. And I just know Jungkook will come around too when you tell him but darling…you have to tell him.”

“I know.” You sigh, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“That’s settled then.” Uncle Lou claps his hands together and he chuckles, grabbing the menu. “The server has avoided us because you were crying…let’s try to wave her down, superstar.”

~~~~~

y/n 8:32pm

Hey. Can we meet? I need to talk to you about something.

Sending that text took everything out of you to send. You typed and retyped that text maybe 40 times, and nothing felt right. You finally settled on the above message, but your stomach is twisting and turning as you wait for a reply.

You are so nervous even for a text back, how are you going to be when you actually meet with him?

Jungkook 8:40pm

Uh sure. Can I ask why tho?

y/n 8:41pm

Can I drop by?

Jungkook 8:50pm

When?

y/n 8:50pm

Like now…

Jungkook 9:16pm

Ok.

You feel the nausea that has been building finally make an appearance at the entrance of your throat…you rush to the toilet and throw up tonight’s dinner. You don’t know if it’s from the nerves or from the pregnancy. Either way it sucks.

You gather your things and head towards your car, getting inside and taking a deep breath. You can do this. You put the keys in and start driving towards Jungkook’s apartment, it’s like a 15 minute drive, not too long or too short. You roll down your windows and breathe in the night time air.

The radio is low, the breeze is nice and there are barely any other cars out. This calms you but the thought of telling Jungkook the news stops you from feeling all too relaxed. How will he react? You’re scared. You’re really scared. If he reacts as bad as you think he might, you’re going to feel heartbroken.

His apartment is in sight and you literally gulp down another round of puke. This is happening. This is really happening. You find a parking spot and head towards his apartment. It’s on the lower level so thankfully you don’t have to climb any stairs and it’s also close to where you parked so thankfully also a short walk. You reach his front door and knock a few times.

“You can do this. You can do this.” You start chanting underneath your breath. Suddenly, the door is being swung open and a girl you don’t recognize stands before you. She’s got her purse and jacket in hand and starts walking past you, Jungkook comes running up behind her and then his panicked eyes find yours.

“You got here faster than I thought you would…” he scratches the back of his neck. “Uh, see you Liza.” He waves at the girl and she rolls her eyes, shoving past you.

“Sorry.” You swallow down another round of puke, “You should have told me you were…” You glance behind you. “Busy.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” He smiles sheepishly. “Come in.” he opens the door wider and gestures for you to come inside.

“Okay.” You walk inside, you eye his place…nothing has really changed since the last time you were here…which was just a couple months ago.

“Listen—”

“So—”

You both begin at the same time and he immediately motions for you to go first.

“We really need to talk.”

“About?” he asks slowly, “If it’s about us again—”

“It’s more than just us.” You snap, but then you try to collect yourself. “Jungkook.” You slowly close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. It’s best if you don’t waste any more time…it’s best if you just blurt it out. It’s best if you just— “I’m pregnant.”

Jungkook isn’t really sure if he heard you right, no, not really. He looks at you with a dumb ass expression that screams he has no idea what’s going on.

“What?” he finally asks, his blank expression growing. His big doe eyes blinking at you over and over. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m pregnant.”

This time he heard you. Loud and clear. His growing confusion begins transforming into something else—anger.

“Who the fuck got you pregnant?” he asks, his tone cold, “And why are you telling me? No, that doesn’t matter. Who is he? You’ve been seeing someone?” now he starts to sound panicked. “Who? Who is it? Does he know you’re pregnant? I didn’t know you were seeing someone—”

“Jungkook.” You look at him like he can’t be serious, “I….” then you start laughing, because he is so dumb.

“What?” his voice rises in volume.

“Why do you think I’m telling you?” you narrow your eyes at him, “Let’s just say last person I fucked was you. So.”

Jungkook pinches his brows together as he gazes at you, then his eyes are expanding as realization begins to hit him.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He throws his hands up and scoffs. “You’re not saying…no, can’t be.” He shakes his head. “This is ridiculous.” He chuckles as he thinks more and more about it. “Are you trying to tell me….?”

“Jungkook I’m pregnant and you’re the father.” You tell him bluntly, “But don’t worry I’m not expecting anything from you, I just know you had a right to know. So everyone keeps saying.”

“Not expecting any…thing…from me…? And everyone? Who’s everyone? Who all knows?” he asks, his eyes filling with an emotion you have never seen on a person.

“A few of our friends. Lou, Kathy obviously since she’s my doctor.” You begin listing them off your fingers.

“You told our friends before you told me?” he asks with his voice low. “Wait we slept together a while ago and you’re just finding out?”

“I’ve known for a bit.” You admit, feeling shier. “I—”

“So I’m the last to know? What the fuck y/n.” he walks to his living room and takes a seat on his couch. “You’re pregnant…? With my baby…?” he bows his head down as he thinks. He is silent for several minutes, making you antsy. Finally he clears his throat and looks up at you. “How far along are you?”

“I’m about to be 10 weeks.” You follow him to the living room and sit on the couch as well, leaving a whole cushion of space between you.

Jungkook bows his head down again until his face is in his hands. He quietly groans, and curses underneath his breath.

“Have you heard the heartbeat yet?” he all but whispers.

“My next appointment.” You sigh, “On Thursday.”

Jungkook lifts his head from his hands and turns to face you, he has a look of betrayal on his features but he tries to stay composed.

“I want to come.”

“What?”

Jungkook scoots closer to you, his hand finding your knee.

“I said I want to come. Don’t I have that right? As the father?”

“Jungkook.” You pull his hand off of you and look into his dark, doe eyes. “I said I’m not expecting anything from you. You don’t have to do anything. I only told you because you have a right to know but you don’t want this.” You gesture towards your tummy. “This is a lot of responsibility and you….”

Jungkook scrunches his face up in curiosity. His brows pulled together and a pout forming on his lips.

“And I? I what?”

“No offense…but you are not—”

“Not fit to be a dad? No fucking shit, this came on to me like 5 minutes ago but I am trying to take the news in a way that I’m not flipping the fuck out.” He grits, “You are already shutting me down and pushing me out. You aren’t even giving me a chance to try?” he scoots even closer. “I’m trying to handle this y/n. Because it’s you. But you are…”

“Because it’s me? What does that mean?” you lean into him, fire in your eyes. “Huh?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He huffs out. “I’m not going to be a piece of shit, y/n. Sorry to disappoint. But if what you are saying is true—”

“If what I’m saying is true?” You ask incredulously. “What? You think I would come here and lie? About being fucking pregnant?”

“Well, how do I know I’m really the father?!” he yells, “That was months ago, I don’t know what you get up to.”

“Because I say you are!” You try to even your breathing, “You’re the only one I’ve slept with even since we broke up.” You admit between bated breaths. “So there is literally no chance it could be anyone else.”

Jungkook widens his eyes at your confession and he is hit with a pang of guilt. You haven’t been with anyone else?

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands, “I believe you.” He breathes out.

“You think I wanted this Jungkook?” you whisper, your eyes glossing over. “I’m so scared.”

“Fuck…” Jungkook hesitantly reaches for you, his hands pulling at your arms. “Come here.” He says as he tries to hug you.

“No.” you pull away, “Just because you’re the father of my child doesn’t mean anything else. If you want to be a part of my kids life, then fine. We can learn to coparent but at the end of the day you are still the asshole who broke my heart.”

“One, I am the father of our child. And I do want to be a part of our kids life. And two, fine, fine. You just want to coparent so be it. But I want to be a part of this pregnancy as much as you are.”

“Oh then go throw up for me.” You deadpan.

“You know what I mean you fucking smartass. I want to know about every appointment, I want to know when the baby first kicks, I want to know when you don’t feel well, I want to know when you are having those crazy cravings—fuck, I don’t just want to know about these things, I want to be there for these things. I want to take care of you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are the mother of my baby. Our baby. And I want to make sure you’re healthy and good.” He looks off to the side, “No one is more responsible for you than me. I’m the one who knocked you up so.”

“How nicely worded.” You roll your eyes. “But fine, you can be a apart of the journey.”

“I won’t lie to you." he takes a pause. "I don’t think it’s fully hit me. But I know inside…I am freaking out.” Then he releases a long breath.

“Of course you are. If I was freaking out I can’t imagine what you are going through…” You roll your eyes again, “I know you didn’t want this. Kids or anything of the sort. Especially with me. But—”

“Don’t do that.” Jungkook whispers, finding your eyes. “Not now. Not when we are in the situation we are in.”

“Anyway.” You sigh, “You know the truth now. I’ll keep you updated through texts.”

“Just through texts? When’s that appointment again?”

“Thursday at 11am.” You stand from the couch.

“Wait wait…” Jungkook stands too, reaching for your hand but quickly lets go. “Are you showing? I can’t tell with that sweater you’re wearing…”

“I am. Just a very little bit though. And by a little bit, I mean, no, not really. Or you know, at all.”

“Can I see?”

You feel heat crawl up your spine as your body warms up with embarrassment. You slowly lift your sweater and show him your stomach. It's no different but it still feels crazy.

“They say it’s the size of kumquat.” You can’t help but smile a little. “Crazy right?”

“Wow…” he leans closer to you. “Can I feel?”

“Jungkook I’m not even showing…”

“But I can tell. You have a little bump.” He smiles, his bunny teeth poking out. “I want to feel my baby.” He whispers.

Liar, you think. But you can't help but play along. “Sure…” you lift your sweater higher and turn to face Jungkook. His warm hand slides over your tummy, feeling your baby 'bump'.

You would be lying if you said you aren’t fucking shocked right now…Jungkook is taking this a million times better than you thought he would.

“Wow.” He looks up at you, his eyes filled with another emotion you have never seen before. “She’s going to grow and grow…and your belly is going to get bigger and bigger.”

“She?” you can’t help but laugh. “You don’t know if it’s a girl!”

“I have a feeling.” He winks at you, “Don’t you think? Don’t you have that mothers intuition?”

“Not yet at least.” You admit, “You’re good at everything…even mother’s intuition.” You laugh again.

Your hand cups his hand as it lingers on your stomach, you feel your smile fading as you realize what this all means.

“We’re going to be parents, Jungkook.” You half whisper. “We are nowhere near ready.”

“Speak for yourself.” He scoffs cockily, “I’m amazing at whatever I do!”

Your eyes begin to crinkle from your giggles, you hate to admit he’s right. But he is still very immature, irresponsible and a ladies man. Can he do this?

“I should get going.” You pull your hand off his, “But I’ll see you Thursday?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook tries to smile, “See you Thursday.”

~~~~~

“Wow, having a DD we don’t have to pay for is fucking awesome.” Jimin exclaims loudly, “Sucks you can’t drink though.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep rubbing it in.” you sip on your water, “I’d be shaking ass right now if it weren’t for this lil baby growing in me.”

“You’re still having fun though right?” Yoongi asks, “Because if not we can totally go home.”

“You’re just saying that because you could totally go home.” Namjoon points out. “y/n it is up to you though.”

“Nah, let’s enjoy this Saturday night.” You smile devilishly, “Sorry Yoongs.”

“Fuck, I never get what I want.”

“I feel like that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it always what Yoongi wants Yoongi gets?” Jin asks.

“Then why the fuck aren’t we all home?” Yoongi takes the straw between his lips and starts drinking his whiskey soda.

“y/n!!!!” you hear your name across the bar then you see two friends you haven’t hung with in a while because…

“Tae!! Hobi!!” you feel yourself get emotional seeing your two friends, “HI!” you scream out and Taehyung and Hobi engulf you in a hug.

“We heard everything.” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his hand immediately going to your stomach. You aren’t surprised by Taehyung’s straight forwardness. You instead laugh and welcome his large hand over your shirt.

“Taehyung.” Hobi whines, “You should ask first!”

“Oh.” He says, his lips forming an ‘o’. “My bad.” He quickly removes his hand from your stomach then proceeds to ask you. “Can I touch your belly?”

You laugh and nod your head and his hand automatically finds its way back to your stomach. He begins rubbing it over and over, then he bends down and starts cooing at your tummy.

“Okay, okay. Enough!” you giggle. “That’s enough!”

“Man, we have missed you y/n.” Hobi admits, “Sorry it’s so hard to hang out…”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. When you aren’t with Jungkook we really have to find some time to chill.” You smile at the boys and they nod their heads in agreement.

“What about me?” Jungkook walks up to you all and you feel your heart pinch in your chest.

“Nothing, nothing.” You wave him off. But he looks at you with disapproval.

“Why are you here? Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” he begins scolding you but you only roll your eyes.

“I’m their DD.” You point at Jimin and them. “It’s not like I’m drinking and I’m barely showing.”

“Doesn’t change the fact you're carrying my baby.” His brows are set in a deep v. “You should be home. Resting,”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes again. “What about you? You aren’t home resting? With what’s her face? Liza?” you smile slyly towards him and he opens his mouth to speak when Namjoon cuts in.

“Okay, guys. No fighting. It’s not good for the baby.”

“The baby being me.” Jimin comments with his hand raised.

“No, you fool. The actual baby!” Jin swats Jimin’s arm. “Right?”

“The baby is fine…” you huff out, “Can you guys get drunk already?”

~

“How you hanging in there?” Yoongi slurs as he comes up to you at the table you’re seated at.

“I’m fine. As long as you guys are having fun, I am too.” You smile for him, a fake smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk about the whole Jungkook thing…”

“What’s there to talk about?” you place your head in your hand on the table top.

“Uh. ‘You're carrying my baby’ that for starters.” He laughs but then becomes serious when he sees you sighing out.

“He wants to coparent.”

“No fucking way…” Yoongi sputters surprisingly. “Well, somehow I am actually not that shocked.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve always known Jungkook would do anything for you. He also likes to do the right thing ….eventually.”

“Do anything for me? Yeah right.” You scoff. “And yeah I guess.”

“I know you guys had a bad break up but maybe you just don’t understand his perspective.”

“You sound like Lou.” You punch his arm lightly. “Whose side are you on?”

“You’re my best friend so yours…but as your best friend I can also tell you when I think you aren’t always right.”

“When was I wrong?!”

“You gave him an ultimatum y/n. He was freaking out. And—”

“So it’s my fault?!” you breathe out, “You’re saying he dumped me because it’s my fault?”

“I’m not saying that completely…” Yoongi tries to calm you, a hand on your knee. “But you didn’t make it easy—”

“Fuck off, Yoongi.” You stand from your chair, the chair screeching against the wooden floors. “You guys can find your own ride home.”

“Okay.” Yoongi sighs, “Fine.”

You’re about to walk away when Jungkook comes waltzing up to you, concern gracing his handsome features.

“Hey…everything okay?” he asks, his hand going to your shoulder but you shove him off.

“How do you even know something is wrong?” you yell over the music, your voice laced in disapproval.

“I was watching you…” Jungkook admits, “You look like you and Yoongi were fighting…”

“Watching me? Why? Shouldn’t you be watching whatever girl you’re going to fuck?”

“Stop that.” Jungkook warns. “You’re being crazy.”

“I’m being? I’m being crazy?” You ask incredulously. “You guys can all fuck off.” You storm off, leaving Jungkook behind. He glances at Yoongi and Yoongi shrugs.

“Pregnancy hormones, man.”

“What were you guys talking about?” Jungkook decides to pry, “She looked really upset.”

“You.” Yoongi shrugs again, “And don’t ask what about because the rest is none of your business.”

“Right.” Jungkook slumps his shoulders. “Hey…” he lifts his head to get a look at Yoongi. “Are we ever going to be okay again, man? I know since the breakup you have really been there for y/n…and I am really grateful for that…but we were once close too…”

“You broke her heart, Jungkook.”

“I know that bothers you because you’re her best friend but you also……don’t you….” Jungkook trails off as Yoongi stands from his own chair, an annoyed expression painting itself on his face.

“You don’t know what you are talking about.” Yoongi bumps shoulders with Jungkook as he passes him.

“I knew it.” Jungkook whispers. “I fucking knew it.”

~

The morning sickness is no joke, you wake up wanting to puke like it’s breathing. But you still have to go to work for 8 hours a day just like everyone else. The whole world looks a little blurry as you walk into the office but you try your best to ignore it.

“And that will conclude this morning’s meeting but remember guys…we meet again at 2 to discuss the other project!” Your boss Gary points at the clock, like you guys don’t all know what 2 o’clock is.

“I have a question?” Jason raises his hand, “If we aren’t directly working on the upcoming project, do we still need to attend the meeting?”

“Yes! Everyone needs to be here, it is essential!” Gary rolls his eyes, “Even if you think you aren’t directly involved, everyone will have a part. Got it? Good.” Then Gary is leaving the meeting room.

“Got it? Good.” Your friend Rina mocks in a high pitched voice, leaning in to whisper that in your ear. “He’s so bossy.” She pops her bubblegum.

“Oh god, can you throw that gum away? The scent is making me sick.” You feel yourself grow nauseas.

“You can’t handle the scent of…bubblegum?” she laughs. “Weird. But okay.”

“I have a sensitive nose” you try to defend yourself. “Also, why does Gary think we all have a role on the Leeson project? You don’t think he’s going to be handing out more work do you…my plate is already so full.” You whine.

“Girl, my plate is overflowing.” Rina bangs her head against her folder. “If he gives me more work I will literally cry.”

“Me too.” You say.

“You look nice today y/n.” You hear a deep voice from beside you, “See you girls around.” And Jason is getting up and walking out of the meeting room.

“Oh my god. This is the third time this month that Jason aka Mister Office Eye Candy has complimented you!” Rina claps her hands together. “When will he just ask you out? If he doesn’t ask you out by next month I am going after him myself.”

“Go for it.” You laugh. “Trust me he’s going to lose interest in me soon…” you look down at your belly. “Real soon.”

“Why would he lose interest in you?” Rina takes a moment to think, “Oh! Don’t tell me you’re getting back with Jungkook?”

“Oh god.” You groan, “Can we not talk about Jungkook?” You begin to stand from your chair and Rina follows.

“Well, you guys did hook up recently…has that continued?”

“Hell to the no.” you whisper, “last time we hooked up there was a huge result.” You look around to see if anyone is listening as you and Rina exit the meeting room.

“Which was?”

“Rina….” You glance over your shoulder one last time before leaning into her space. “I’m pregnant.”

“YOU”RE WHAT?!”

“Shh!!!” you urge her to quiet down, your hands on her shoulder. “Can you be quiet? My god.” You laugh.

“W-W-Wait! You mean you’re pregnant like as in going to have a baby?”

“Yeah. That’s usually what that means.” You say with a straight face. “Listen, I’m not ready for people to know yet so…”

“Oh totally, totally. I get it.” Rina nods her head, “I won’t tell anyone.” She sticks out her pinky for you to take it.

~

2 o’clock rolls around and you are feeling worse. Your view is a blurry one and you feel so fucking dizzy. Is this normal? You read this is normal, so you will try not to freak out. You head towards the meeting room when you take a seat next to Rina.

“Hey girl. You okay? You look…”

“I’m fine.” You breathe out, “It’s fine.”

“Okay!” Gary puts his hands together, “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Shall we?” Rina mocks in your ear and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Something funny girls?” Gary looks at you two with disapproving eyes. “Want to share?”

“No, not really.” Rina says loudly, “You can continue.”

“Okay. That’s what I thought.” Gary then puts his attention on his laptop. “The Leeson project is going to be a big one…”

His words start fading as you try to pay attention to the slides on the projector. But every word gets smooshed with another, your vision getting blurrier and blurrier. Your mouth suddenly feels dry and you are starting to lose your hearing. Then darkness.

~

“It’s normal?” you hear a voice say, sounds kind of faraway though. “Will this happen like all the time?”

“No sir, should only occur during the beginning. Only 20% of women really experience this.”

“Jeez…” then you feel your hand being squeezed. This warmth feels familiar. You slowly start to open your eyes when you see yourself in a white room. A hospital room. What happened?

“y/n!” That same voice calls out for you, “You’re awake.” It says more softly. You slowly turn your head to the side to see Jungkook sitting next to you, his eyes pooling with worry.

“What-What happened?” You look around your surroundings, the nurse in view.

“You passed out at work.” The nurse says, “But it’s completely normal, your vitals look good, the baby is fine too.”

You sigh out in relief at the news that the baby is fine.

“Why are you here?” You pull your hand away from his, he immediately feels embarrassed.

“I’m still you emergency contact.” He admits, “They called me over.”

“Oh….” You look off awkwardly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. As the father of our baby, I’m glad it’s me they called. And that you’re both okay.”

“Right.”

“You should probably eat more though…” the nurse takes advantage and butts in, “Remember you are eating for two now. You are probably not eating nearly enough. And make sure you are also drinking lots of fluids.”

“You aren’t eating enough?” Jungkook scrunches his brows together. “y/n.” he says with a hint of disappointment, “You have to take care of yourself. Not just for you but for her.”

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

“Let me cook you dinner tonight.” Jungkook offers out of nowhere. “I’ll make sure you are well fed.” He winks and you avert his gaze. You don’t know why, but you feel shy and embarrassed that he said that. Double meaning perhaps? No, you know he means nothing by it.

“No, it’s okay.” You huff out, “I’ll go to Lou’s for dinner—”

“That’s a 45 minute drive.” Jungkook looks over at the nurse. “He lives out in the country side.”

“It’s fine.” You repeat but Jungkook isn’t having any of it.

“Dinner at my place. Or yours. Up to you. I’m giving you a choice.”

“I don’t want a choice.”

“Doesn’t feel good does it?” Jungkook says quietly. “Anyway, dinner at my place then.”

You start nibbling on your lips, and pulling at your hair. Dinner with Jungkook? He did say he wants to take care of you…there’s no deeper meaning. You’re carrying his child for Christ’s sake.

“Fine.” You finally give in, “Whatever.”

Jungkook grins down at you, his bunny smile on full display. He walks closer to the nurse and starts mumbling whatever it is he is saying as you lay here and think. You really are grateful that you are okay and that the baby is too.

Jungkook cooks up a big dinner—steaks, risotto, and salad. He even presents it nicely on the plate like he is competing on a cooking show. You stare down at your meal and can’t help but feel a bit grateful for him right now…maybe you haven’t been eating as well as you should be. Maybe just maybe you aren’t taking care of yourself the way you’re meant to.

“I added extra everything in the risotto. Extra cheese especially.” He winks at you, “Eat up.”

“Thanks Jungkook.” You take a spoonful of the risotto and chew it slowly. The flavors bursting. It’s so savory and so flavorful and so utterly delicious it has you moaning in satisfaction.

“Wow, don’t think I have heard that kind of moan coming from you in a while.” Jungkook jokes, taking a bite of his steak.

“Shut up.” You take another bite of the risotto. “It’s just really, really good.”

“I’m glad you like it…try the steak too.” Jungkook grins, “I made sure to cook it well done…I know it’s not as tasty but it’s not good for pregnant women to eat rawer foods.” He advises you.

“You’ve been doing your research?” You can’t help but sort of smile.

“Yup. Got to make sure you’re nice and healthy. And I want to know everything there is to know about my baby.”

“Our baby.” You correct him with a smirk. Jungkook looks at you with slight surprise before he is offering you a soft, soft smile.

“Yeah, our baby.” He repeats. “Anyway,” he clears his throat. “Eat up, okay?”

And you do, you eat all your salad, your risotto AND your steak. They weren’t kidding, you really are eating for two.

“So I hear you have a new job.” Jungkook takes a sip of wine, “How’s that?”

“It’s been a few months…but it’s good. I enjoy it way more than my previous one.”

“Yeah, you hated your old one.” Jungkook chuckles, I used to have to hear you complain about it constantly.”

“Whatever.” You smile, “This one is a lot of work but it’s cool. I have friends there.”

“Friends? You probably have a work boyfriend too.” He half jokes, but he looks up to see your reaction and response.

“No.” you laugh. “Well, there is Jason.”

“Who’s Jason?” He asks quietly.

“He has a little crush on me, but once he realizes I’m pregnant I am sure he will lose all interest.” You chuckle bitterly.

“Oh, I see.” Jungkook plays with the last of his steak on his plate with his fork. “He’d be crazy to lose interest though.” He mutters quietly.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing…”

“What about you? Who’s Liza?” you decide to pry in his personal life. Jungkook looks up at you and gulps.

“She’s nobody.” Is all he answers with. “Nobody.” He repeats while playing with his food.

“Okay…well, I am so full. Is it okay if I relax on your sofa for a bit? I am feeling really tired.” You admit, “Sorry I just—”

“No, no! It’s okay! You can definitely relax on the couch.” Jungkook stands up from his place at the table and hurries to you, he helps you up and walks over to the living room with you.

“I can make it to the couch myself.” You laugh. “I don’t really need help.”

“Sorry…” Jungkook shows you a sheepish smile as he scratches the back of his neck. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“You think something tragic was going to occur from the table to the couch?”

“Sorry…” He sheepishly smiles again.

You take a seat on his sofa, leaning back on it. Jungkook brings the coffee table closer to the couch and urges you to put your feet up.

“Thanks…” you mumble.

You’re quick to fall asleep for a while, Jungkook takes a seat next to you and just watches you…in a not creepy way, of course. In a way that really shows his longing.

“You don’t want to get married? Like at all? What about kids?” You question him with pleading eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” He admits truthfully. “Maybe further into the future but not—”

“So am I just wasting my time?” you spit out, “You haven’t thought about it? We’ve been together for over two years and you haven’t thought about a future together?”

“y/n…It’s not like that.” He tries saving, “I just—”

“You just what?”

“I haven’t thought about marriage or kids.”

“Even with me….?” You feel your heart sink down to your toes. “You haven’t thought what it would be like to be with me forever? Am I a fool?” Your eyes sting with tears, “Have I just been in this relationship by myself?”

“Baby, listen…” Jungkook runs his hands through his hair, “You’re making a big deal about it…”

“I’m making a big deal? I just found out my boyfriend doesn’t think of a future with me. We clearly don’t want the same things.” Your eyes bubble over with tears and a few slide down your cheeks. “Tell me Jungkook…will you ever be on the same page as me? If not, let’s… break up. Stop wasting my time.”

“What are you saying right now?” Jungkook pleads, “What the hell?”

“I’m giving you an option, either we break up because you aren’t ready/don’t want me. Or you can confidently say you want the same things as me.”

Jungkook feels confused out of his mind and he feels so pressured right now. He feels like he has a giant weighted ball crushing him by the shoulders.

“I ….” He begins to say, “I can’t confidently say that.”

Jungkook sits here, watching you sleep as he begins to feel overwhelmed by his feelings, his past feelings, his present feelings and his future feelings. He decides to let you sleep.

The next morning you wake up with a crick in your neck as you find yourself on Jungkook’s couch. You feel embarrassed seeing as how you slept here. But you smell something cooking.

You stand from the sofa and head towards the kitchen where you find Jungkook cooking breakfast. Like actual breakfast. Not a toasted pop tart.

“Hi.” You mumble from behind him, he turns around and smiles at you.

“Hey.” He says with a grin, “I’m making you breakfast. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Damn, you just going to cook all my meals?”

Jungkook’s face lights up like that’s a great idea, “I can.” He says.

“I was joking.” You take a seat at the table. “Thanks again for dinner and I guess breakfast too.”

“Help yourself to some fruit.” He hands you a platter of fruit. “I went shopping this morning.” He explains as you eye the platter.

“Oh. What time is it?”

“Almost 11.” He chuckles, “You were snoring.”

“I wasn’t snoring! Wait almost 11? Holy fuck, I am late for work!” you reach in your pocket for your phone.

“It’s okay, I talked to them yesterday. They said to take the rest of the week off.” Jungkook sets down eggs in front of you.

“Oh?”

“Yup.” Jungkook brings some meat to the table as well. “I made some toaster waffles…I know that’s like not gourmet but it’s the best I could do.”

“That’s fine, this is all fine. Thank you.” You take a piece of watermelon from the fruit platter and take a bite. It’s nice and red and juicy.

“You really have to take care of yourself y/n. Can you promise me that?” Jungkook sits down across from you at the table.

“Yes, yes.” You wave him off, “I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not just you I’m worried about…” he gestures towards your stomach. Right, Jungkook’s kindness is coming because of the baby.

“I get it.” You groan. “I’ll eat quickly and get out of your hair.”

“Take your time, I took today and tomorrow off.”

“Why tomorrow?” you ask, squeezing syrup all over your waffle.

“Because we have an appointment tomorrow… at 11?” he tilts his head to the side, “Right?”

“Oh.” You take a bite of your waffle, “Right.”

Jungkook digs into his own food, he goes for the bacon and eggs first, something about protein, he then urges you to eat more egg.

“I’m full.” You yawn out, “But don’t worry I won’t take another nap on your sofa.” You chuckle awkwardly. “I should get home.”

Jungkook stands from his chair and helps you up, even though you told him you don’t need the assistance…but you let him anyway.

“I’ll see you tomorrow y/n…”

“Okay bye.” But Jungkook is tugging on your shirt and he looks at you with a soft, tender smile.

“It’s our first appointment together.” He whispers. “I’m excited.”

~~~~~

He’s late. You’ve texted and called but your texts aren’t going through and his calls go straight to voicemail. You can’t believe you let yourself get excited for this…when he is pulling his old Jungkook shit. But maybe something happened? You wish your gut feeling told you something was off but it’s not. It’s telling you he’s just not serious.

“y/n…I have another appointment at 12:15pm…” Kathy says regretfully. “Are we going to do this or what?”

~ Jungkook is having a hard time opening his eyes…the sun is bright and blinding. And his head? Fucking pounding. Liza is asleep next to him, her naked body thrown over his own, only the sheets covering their bottom halves.

He struggles to get out from beneath her but when he does he sits on the edge of the bed and tries to find his phone. Once he locates it he tries to click it on, only to find it dead. How drunk did he get last night? He plugs it in.

Jungkook gets up to find his clothes and heads towards the bathroom. He washes himself and once he’s done he heads back into the bedroom to find his phone lit up.

Oh, it’s finally turning on. He waits for it to finish, sitting on the edge of the bed again. Then it turns on completely showing him the time. 11:14am.

Jungkook’s eyes widen in complete and utter panic, he sees he has a bunch of unread messages from you and he feels his chest tighten. He sends a text that he is on his way. He races to get ready and jumps in his car to make it to the doctors.

He finds you waiting, pissed but waiting.

“y/n!”

“It’s 11:45 am Jungkook.” You cross your arms over your chest, “You’re more than late. You missed the appointment.”

Jungkook jogs up to you, out of breath. He bends over, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

“I missed the…? You already-You already heard the heartbeat?” He asks, clearly devastated. “Can’t she make an exception and let us in again? I mean, it’s Kathy.” He tries to reason but you knit your brows together and push out a stern ‘no’.

“y/n…please…” he straightens himself, “Fuck.” He curses underneath his breath, “I really missed it?...Shit…I’m so sorry…What did it? What did it sound like at least?” he looks into your eyes, you can tell how disappointed he is but this is his own damn fault.

“Like a galloping horse.” You state plainly. “I’m going home now.”

Jungkook reaches for your hand, “y/n wait—”

“What?!” you pull your hand back, “Where were you, huh?”

Jungkook clears his throat while looking around the office, there’s a couple waiting nearby and he feels himself grow embarrassed.

“Can we talk about it outside?” he whispers.

“No. If you’re going to explain then do it here.” Your stubbornness has never been your best trait.

“I was…fuck,” he runs his hand down his face, “I drank a little too much last night.” He decides to be honest.

“By yourself?”

“No…” he gulps. “I was with Liza.”

You nod your head like you get it, you look around the office and then roll your eyes.

“Does she know you’re going to be a dad?” you step closer to him, “That I,” you point at your belly, “Am carrying your baby?”

Jungkook blinks at you a few times then tries to even his unsteady breaths.

“No. I don’t need to tell her yet, we aren’t anything serious.” He looks off to the side.

“Sure.” You start walking past him but he grabs a hold of your arm.

“y/n.” the way he calls out for you almost sounds like he is begging, “I’m trying to change.”

“Sure you are Jungkook. You couldn’t even make it to the first appointment.”

“I promise, I just…I started off wrong I admit but I promise…I will be here for you—for the baby.”

“You know I am not even surprised that you didn’t make it…” you begin, “I knew it was too good to be true about how ‘excited’ you were.”

Jungkook feels like you’re taking a knife and stabbing him in the chest, just barely poking his heart.

“y/n…” he says your name in pure devastation. “I’m so sorry….”

“Yeah, well—”

“y/n.” Kathy walks out…”Oh! Jungkook! Wow, hi.” The woman comes out with her clipboard in hand. “You’re here!”

“Yeah…” Jungkook replies but he keeps his eyes on you.

“Great! I have some time before my next appointment if you two want to quickly come back—”

“No.” you’re quick to cut her off, “I’m going home.”

“y/n please.” Jungkook reaches for your hand, “I want to hear the heartbeat. She’s my baby too.”

“She?” Kathy tilts her head to the side, “Oh honey, you won’t know the sex for some time.”

“I have mother’s intuition.” Jungkook says sadly, his eyes still on you.

You can’t help but snort, but you ease your laughter and look at him more seriously. He does look pitiful. You almost, but not quite, but almost feel bad for him.

“Fine.” You agree, pulling your hand away from Jungkook’s. “But I won’t give you a chance like this again.” You start walking past him but then you turn around, “I can do this with or without you.” Then you head for Kathy’s office.

Jungkook stands off to the side as he watches you lay down, lifting your shirt and waiting for Kathy to proceed.

“You can get closer…” you mumble, “You’ll want to, to see and hear good enough.”

“Right…” Jungkook comes up next to you, his sweaty hands resting on the examination chair. “I feel so nervous.” he admits, “Were you nervous?”

“I was, yeah.” You lay a hand over your stomach, “But I had Kathy to relax me.”

“Oh. Sorry y/n…I should have been here.”

“Yeah, you should have.” You turn your head to face him, “But it’s fine, from now on don’t tell me you’re going to be here if you aren’t going to be here.”

“I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” Jungkook frowns, “I just…I fucked up.”

“No one ever means to disappoint others.” You point out, “just try harder next time.”

“Alright kids!” Kathy finishes setting up, “Should we take a look at your baby?” she says with a grin. At least someone is excited.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p’. “Let’s do this….again.”

“Okay come on honey, don’t act like you aren’t excited to see your baby again!” She laughs, and you grow warm, because yeah, she’s right.

“How about you Jungkook?” Kathy eyes the boy, “You ready?”

Jungkook nods his head slowly, his forehead beading with sweat. He doesn’t realize that his hands find your arm, and he squeezes lightly.

“Okay.” Kathy squirts the cold gel over your stomach, “Okay…” she repeats. She smears the gel over your tummy, and uses the handheld device to gather images of your baby on the monitor. Your eyes widen when you see the tiny little thing again.

“There’s your baby…” Kathy points to the screen, “And here’s your baby’s heartbeat.”

Jungkook leans in, his hands still holding your arm when he slides one of his hands down until he’s gripping your hand in his. His mouth falls open and his big, doe eyes shine so brightly at the image of your baby.

“Woah…” Jungkook is in a state of shock but also euphoria. “It does sound like a galloping horse.” He finally chuckles, and looks at you. “We made that.” He whispers gently, his fingers finding themselves tangling with yours and you let them.

“Yeah.” You say, trying your best not to get teary eyed. “It’s crazy isn’t it?” you breathe out, “She has a heartbeat.”

“She’s really in there.” Jungkook can’t help but get choked up, “This is surreal.”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Kathy interrupts, “You two are going to be wonderful parents, we’ve always thought so—”

“Kathy.” You cut her off sternly. “Anyway.”

“Ah, sorry.” Kathy chuckles, “Well, I guess I will see you both next time then?”

“Definitely.” Jungkook clears his throat, sniffling. “I will be here.”

Kathy hands you a towel to get cleaned up, then you are lowering your shirt and standing to your feet. Jungkook helps you up, you laugh because it’s not like you really need the help but you welcome his arms around you.

“Maybe we can grab a bite to eat?” Jungkook walks you to your car, “Something quick if you want.”

“Jungkook.” You sigh out, “You don’t have to spend every waking moment with me.”

“I’ve never had a problem spending time with you.” He tilts his head, “Please.”

You chew on your lips as you pretend to think…in truth, you’re going to say yes but you like watching him suffer for a bit.

“I don’t know…” you sway from one side to the other.

“Please, I’ll pay.”

And you like when he begs just a little.

“Fine.” You close your car door, “But you’re driving.”

“Okay.” He grins, “Where do you want to eat? I think somewhere healthy?”

“I think the fuck not.” You laugh. “I want something greasy.”

“Fine, just this one time.”

You and Jungkook pull up to a fast food place, you order your greasy food and dig in. He watches you, amused, while you stuff your face.

“What?” you ask with your mouth full.

“Nothing, nothing.” He sings, “Today was really something wasn’t it?”

“It would have been better if we got to experience it together for the first time.” You take another bite and Jungkook frowns.

“I really am sorry. I promise, I truly promise I am going to be here. I won’t go missing, I won’t get drunk before appointments, I will be here every step of the way.”

“If you say so.”

“I see your trust in me has lowered.” Jungkook offers a sad smile, “Please try to regain some of it…”

“That’s your own fault, Jungkook.”

“I know, I will prove to you how present I will be.”

“If you say so.”

He gives you a small mile, face turning red.

~~~~~~

Week 12:

For the past two weeks, Jungkook has sent you texts about what the baby is up to. He lets you know the size, and what to expect during the pregnancy. It’s all very cute, if you have to admit.

Jungkook 12:14pm

The baby can open and close her hands and curl her toes.

Jungkook 12:15pm

How cute is that?! Imagine our little baby curling her teeny tiny toes :)

Jungkook 12:15pm

AND she’s the size of a lime. I went grocery shopping and bought limes just because…I see her everywhere I go. Should I make margaritas? Sorry you can’t have any though :p

Jungkook 12:18pm

I know I talked about how cute it would be for her to curl her toes but also imagine her little hands, I can’t wait for her to hold my finger with her tiny hand.

y/n 12:32pm

Your little lime baby is making me sick as hell.

Jungkook 12:32pm

You’re not going to pass out again are you?! Let me know if I need to come get you.

y/n 12:40pm

No, dramatic ass. But I am going to puke for a third time today.

y/n 12:45pm

Also…have you told your parents yet?

Your phone has been quiet for a while now, it’s already nearing 5pm. You’re about to get off work so you check your phone for a text from Jungkook but nothing. Is he scared to tell his parents? They like you…they always made jokes about you two one day getting married…well his mom did. His dad is a little more on the stoic side. But he’s a nice guy.

“I still can’t believe you’re prego. You don’t even look it.” Rina comments as she stops by your desk.

“I probably won’t be showing, showing for a few more weeks at the least.” You remind her, “Things take time Rina.”

“Have you and Jungkook talked about names?” Rina asks, blowing her bubble gum. “He’s so set on it being a girl I bet he’s already chosen a name he likes.”

“I don’t know…we haven’t talked about it.” You admit. “But I guess we should eventually.” Then you look at Rina with an embarrassed expression.

“What?”

“I don’t think he’s told his parents.”

“It’s big news y/n. Give him a few more weeks.”

Week 13

The cramping has gotten bad, you read that around this time the cramps can feel more severe, but you weren’t expecting them to suck this much.

Jungkook 6:54pm

Did you know our baby has had her first poop? Hehehe

Jungkook 6:55pm

Oh! And she has fingerprints now!! How cool is that, our baby has legit fingerprints, just like me, just like you.

Jungkook 7:00pm

Btw, she’s the size of a peapod:)

y/n 7:29pm

I’m cramping so bad:(

Jungkook 7:38pm

On my way.

You don’t even question it, you send him a text that just says ‘ok’ as you lay on your couch miserably. You sip on some cold water as you wait for him. Maybe 20 or so minutes pass when there’s knocking on your door. You slowly get up to answer it, Jungkook standing on the other side.

“Hi.” You murmur, “So why are you here?”

“This.” He holds up a heating pad, “But I read you shouldn’t use it for more than 20 minutes.” He walks past you and makes himself at home, “So come.”

“You know I have one, right?” you chuckle, “You could have just reminded me to use it.”

“This is more fun.” He cheeses, “Plus I haven’t seen you all week. Is your bump getting bigger?” he gestures towards your stomach and you scoff.

“Barely.”

“Anyway, come lay down, I have it all plugged in.”

You make your way over to the sofa and lay down on it, a long moan escaping your lips as you settle in, making Jungkook chuckle. He laid the heating down underneath you and started it on a medium setting.

“I’ll set my timer for 20 minutes.” He says, “In the meantime, maybe you want like…” he nervously trails off, “like a ….”

“Like a what?” you open an eye to look at him. “Words, Jungkook.”

“Like a massage or something?” he asks awkwardly but your face lights up, loving the idea.

“Really?” you sit up a little but he urges you to lay back down, “Maybe my calves, they’re killing me.”

“Okay…” Jungkook shows you an innocent smile. “I can do that.”

You lean your head back, slowly closing your eyes as you feel Jungkook’s large hands on your legs. He strokes your calves lightly before his fingers are digging into the skin, making you groan.

“You can go a little harder.” You say breathlessly, “I won’t mind.”

“Yeah, I remember you liking it hard.” Jungkook says under his breath but you hear him and you kick him a little making him laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. I saw the opportunity.” He raises his hands in surrender. Then his fingers go back to massaging your muscle. They slide down lower until he’s massaging your feet, you moan lightly at the feeling, everything feels so good.

“Am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing amazing baby.” Then your eyes shoot open, you lift your head up and start shaking it. “Woah, I did not mean to call you that.” You start panicking but Jungkook looks at you with his doe eyes and laughs.

“Old habit?” he questions, “Because I’m making you feel so good?”

“Something like that.” You start to lower your head again, “Sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s okay…” Jungkook starts digging deeper, making you moan out again and he smiles to himself, filing with pride.

“So Jungkook.” You catch his attention. “Have you told your parents yet?”

Then his movements on your feet stops. He slowly brings his hands to his own body when he sighs out.

“Not yet. I’m afraid of what they will say to be honest.”

“I get that.” You keep your head down and your eyes closed. “But you will have to tell them eventually. They’re going to be grandparents and they might be mad if you wait.”

“You know how my mom is…” Jungkook exhales a deep breath, “She’s going to ask why aren’t we married and then start planning a wedding.”

“She probably isn’t going to take it well that we aren’t even dating.” You laugh, “Yikes for you buddy.”

“This isn’t funny y/n.” Jungkook whines, “But I know I have to tell them soon. I was thinking this weekend?”

“Why are you asking me, do what you got to do.”

“I was thinking…” his hands go back to your calves, “That you could tell them with me.”

And this is where you choke on your spit. You sit up, coughing up a storm as you try to catch your breath.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you’re the mother of my baby and we’re on good terms, it might be nice to show them that.”

“Oh? We’re on good terms?” you lay you head back down, “Funny.”

“Don’t.” Jungkook warns. “Don’t try to complicate things, we’re doing well. Don’t you think? We’re killing this coparent thing.”

“We haven’t even had the baby yet.” You deadpan.

“You know what I mean.” He flicks your legs with his fingers, “Plus, my parents miss you.”

“Whose fault is that?” you say lightly. “Anyway…sure. I’ll go.”

“Ah, really?” Jungkook asks, you crack open an eye to look at him already staring at you with his bunny smile on full display. “Perfect.”

~~~~

“What if they don’t approve?” you ask, suddenly nervous. “No, that’s crazy. Your mom has probably fantasized about this, but your dad? God, he’s going to say a total of 3 words the whole visit but what will they be?!”

“y/n.” Jungkook chuckles, “Relax.” His hands goes to you shoulder, “They’re going to be fine. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine.” He squeezes.

“Then why haven’t you rang the doorbell?” you point at the doorbell, and he starts rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“Okay, maybe I am nervous too.” He admits, “But we are both adults, we have good jobs, we can do this.” He tries convincing himself.

“Ring the doorbell.” You tell him with a laugh. “They were expecting us like 20 minutes ago.”

“That’s your fault!” Jungkook points at you, “Miss ‘I have to pee’ every 5 minutes.”

Suddenly, the door swings open and his mom is standing here, a hand on her hip and a smile on her face.

“I thought I heard some bickering outside the door.”

“Mom!” Jungkook leans in to hug his mother, he wraps his arms around her and inhales her sweet scent.

“About time you came to visit me. And you too, y/n. Get in here!” she opens her arms up and you walk closer to hug her with a joyful laugh.

“Hi Mrs. Jeon.” You say in her hair, “So nice to see you again.”

“I’m happy you two are here! You know, together.” She winks at you both and you and Jungkook exchange an awkward look.

“Where’s dad?” Jungkook asks, trying to change the subject. You both walk into the house, taking your shoes off at the entry way.

“Oh you know you’re father. He’s on his chair watching his shows.” His mother playfully rolls her eyes.

“Why don’t we all sit in the living room, I will bring some tea.”

“How about some ginger tea mom?” Jungkook asks.

“Ginger? I thought you didn’t like ginger tea?” she raises a brow at him, “Do you like ginger tea y/n?”

“Not particularly.” You eye Jungkook curiously.

“It’s good for you.” He says with a straight face and right away you understand.

“I guess I do.” You mumble. “Ginger tea sounds good.”

His mom walks off to the kitchen as you and Jungkook make your way into the living room where his dad is.

“Hey dad.” Jungkook makes your presences known, “We’re here.”

Jungkook’s father turns his head to look at you two, offers a small smile and faces his TV again.

“Yup, nice to see you as always.” Jungkook huffs out a puff of air and you feel a bit bad for him…Jungkook always tries to reach out to his father but his dad just doesn’t really say much. But he’s a good man. Officially retired now, but barely has a relationship with Jungkook.

“Hi Mr. Jeon.” You offer a small wave of the hand, “Nice to see you again.”

“Don’t waste your time y/n.” Jungkook sighs out as he takes a seat on the sofa. “Come, sit.”

You follow Jungkook to the sofa and take a seat, you sit closer to him than you mean to but you can’t help but feel a little nervous. You guys sit for a few minutes, mostly in silence save the sound of the TV when his mom finally walks in with a tray of teas.

“Okay, ginger tea.” She hands you a cup and Jungkook a cup. “You said you had a reason for visiting so…?”

“Oh.” Jungkook clears his throat, “Maybe dad should join us.” He motions towards his father but he remains seated in front of the TV watching his shows.

“Please Mr. Jeon.” You decide to say, Jungkook’s hand finds your thigh and he squeezes it. You feel yourself grow warm at the contact.

“Sure.” Jungkook’s father says softly as he makes his way to the sofa’s. “What’s going on?”

You and Jungkook share a look with one another before you nod at Jungkook, he takes a deep breath then looks at his mother.

“y/n is pregnant.” He says in one breath.

The house becomes undeniably quiet. His mother blinks at him over and over until her head snaps to you, and then her eyes fall to your belly.

“The ginger tea…” she mumbles, “Is good for nausea.” She says, realizing.

“I’m…” Jungkook’s father speaks up after a long, long silence. “I’m going to be a grandpa?” and he smiles, a real smile for the first time you have ever seen.

“You’re…” Mrs. Jeon stands up and walks to the sofa you occupy and sits next to you., between you and Jungkook. “You’re really pregnant?” her hand hovers over your stomach. “May I?” she motions towards your belly and you nod.

“Wow…” she rubs your stomach and then brings that same hand to cover her mouth. “Jungkook…” she whips her head in his direction, “You are supposed to marry her first!” she swats his arm. “My goodness, really child.”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle as the mood lightens. He sways into his mother’s body and she goes to hug him, she catches herself growing emotional.

“A baby, huh?” she sniffles, “You hear that honey?”

Mr. Jeon stands from his seat and comes over to Jungkook’s side and pats him on the shoulder, Jungkook looks at you with shocked eyes and you smile fondly.

“You better take care of your new family, boy.”

“Yes sir.” Jungkook responds quickly. “My two girls.”

“You’re having a girl?!” His mother starts cheering, her watery eyes on you.

“Um, we don’t actually know yet. I’m about to be 13 weeks.”

“Oh you will find out soon though!”

Also, his two girls? You aren’t his girl though? When is he going to tell his parents that?

“I know it’s a girl.” Jungkook pouts, “I feel it in my very bones.”

“I was the same…” Mr. Jeon takes a deep breath, then smiles again. “I knew you were going to be a boy, didn’t I honey?”

“Ah, yes.” She nods her head, “I was so sure he was going to be a girl.” She looks back at you and eyes your tummy, “You should start wearing tighter clothes to show off this baby bump.”

“Oh.” You laugh, “I don’t know about that yet. When I am showing a little more, maybe.”

“So when did you two get back together?” Mrs. Jeon asks excitedly, “this is great news. I can’t wait to share with my sister, and with Facebook.” She pulls out her phone and you look at Jungkook panicked.

“Actually mom..” his hand goes over her phone, lowering it to her lap. “y/n and I…we aren’t together.”

“What do you mean?” she blinks up at him. “I don’t understand.”

“We’ve agreed to coparent.” You try to help Jungkook, “But we aren’t in a romantic relationship.”

“I still don’t understand. You love each other, no?” She shakes her head, looking between you two. “So I don’t get it.”

“Honey…” Mr. Jeon says softly, “They don’t need to have a title, or even marriage to be happy.”

Oh. That’s where Jungkook got it from.

“As long as the baby is healthy and they are healthy…that’s all that matters.”

This is legit the most you have hear Jungkook’s father speak, so you are quite shocked. You look over at Jungkook and he looks surprised as well.

“That’s right.” Jungkook clears his throat. “We just wanted to come by and let you know you’ll be grandparents. We hope you’re okay with this…”

“Oh honey…” Jungkook’s mom smiles, “This is a blessing. And y/n…” she turns to you, her hand on your shoulder, “Pregnancy is one of the most beautiful things you will ever go through, I hope you let Jungkook experience it as much as possible.”

“Oh, Jungkook is experiencing it more than me I think,” you chuckle and Jungkook goes red.

“I’m just trying to be prepared.” He pouts, “And it’s kind of…exciting.”

“It’s so exciting. It’s new life. But you two realize there is a lot that goes into parenting. I recommend reading some books or getting advice.” Mrs. Jeon says. “And start saving your money.”

“Will do.” You smile for her.

“And most of all,” Mr. Jeon chimes in quietly, “Be ready to make this kid your life.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: basketball captain!myg × hot girl!reader

genre: smut, fluff

rate: 18+

game face | prelude | the next time Yoongi scores, he turns around with a smirk, pointing right at you, mouthing your name. You roll your eyes.

shoot your shot | part one | you and yoongi had a very clear agreement; no strings attached and don't tell anyone. But what happens when those lines start to blur and you find yourself falling for the star basketball player? And worse, what if he's crazy about you too?

swish | part two | your boyfriend is the star of the basketball team—cocky, arrogant, and a bit of an asshole. And, you find out, jealous as hell. 

buzzer beater: hot shot | drabble | at the end-of-the-year college fair, your boyfriend wants to win you a prize, and he's chosen the perfect game to play—or so he thinks.

buzzer beater: halloween | drabble | halloween special! find out if yoongi & oc ever make it to the halloween party w the rest of the gang!

minis | first meeting | courtside

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My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.  Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t. 

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k

X. So I Follow | 7.8k

XI. All of It | 8K

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Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

-> Section IV Poetry Analysis

-> Section VI Poetry Analysis

-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis

long way home masterlist | jjk

pairing: dilf!jk x best friend!reader

genre: single dad jk, boxer!jk friends to lovers, !angst!

word count: 49.5k (+ drabbles)

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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part 01: cockblock

the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.

part 02: promises

the one where jungkook breaks his promise for the first time.

part 03: drunken confessions

the one where you had a little too much to drink and, oops, your lips are pressed against someone else's.

part 04: oh, you mean the babysitter?

the one where jungkook fucks up.

part 05: girlfriends and boyfriends flashback_01_

the one where you think calling jungkook will make you stop missing him but it actually worsens the ache in your heart.

part 06: apologies and excuses

the one where jungkook tries to apologise for his behaviour.

part 07: first time

the one where jungkook has to deal with your rejection for the first time.

part 08: the night i lost hope flashback_02_

the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

part 09: birthday surprise(s)

the one where jungkook wants to surprise you on your birthday but then he gets surprised with a half naked jimin in your apartment.

part 10: best friends

the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

part 11: needing him flashback_03_

the one where you're absolutely broken and there's only jungkook you need.

part 12: weird behaviour

the one where jungkook is acting weird but you can't tell why.

part 13: little bear

the one where you miss nabi.

part 14: needing her flashback_04_

the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

part 15: concerned granny

the one where even the grannies in the coffee shop start missing jungkook.

part 16: unwanted guests

the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

part 17: betrayal

the one where you're not enough for jungkook.

part 18: stolen kisses flashback_05_

the one where your foolish heart thinks it'd be a fun idea to kiss jungkook at a party.

part 19: double chocolate cookies

the one where traditions are broken.

part 20: pillowtalk

the one where you realise that talking to jimin helps you to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

part 21: new beginnings flashback_06_

the one where jungkook gives up.

part 22: oopsies & ouchies

the one where jungkook can't control his jealousy.

part 23: three words

the one where jungkook explains himself.

part 24: star-crossed

the one where jungkook regrets everything.

part 25: just friends flashback_07_

the one where jungkook isn't enough for you.

part 26: long way home

the one where decisions are made.

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extras:

• fighting jealousy (m) new!

you distract jungkook while he's boxing.

• sleepy mornings (m)

you're sleepy and needy

• midnight interruption (m)

all jungkook wants is a little alone time with you, but nabi doesn't agree.

• his type

you pout about wanting jungkook's attention

• pretty in pink (m)

your first valentine's day with your boyfriend.

• baby

jungkook calling you "baby" for the first time.

• mummy milkers

you taking care of nabi.

• can u give me a hickey?

you asking jungkook for a hickey.

↬ your mum's reaction to the hickey

• fake mama

jungkook pretending you're nabi's mum in front of a stranger.

• first meeting

jungkook meeting nabi for the first time.

• why are ur cheeks so red?

you making jungkook flustered.

• jk's spa salon's special treatment

jungkook helping you to relax.

• can i cuddle u?

your first sleepover at jungkook's place.

• tummy hurt

jungkook comforting you during your period.

• he's never made a woman not cum

you telling jungkook how men fail to please you in bed.

• jelly jk

jungkook stumbling upon you and taehyung making out on your bed.

• wet dream (m)

jungkook having a wet dream about you.

• the m word

nabi saying her first word.

“A collection of stories about two oblivious idiots trying to do love together.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: f2l!AU, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, College!AU, Neighbours!AU, Fluff, Smut

a/n: This is one of my favourite couples ever 🥺 also those stories can be read as individual stories, I merely decided to give them their own masterlist, so we have a place to find them quickly 💕

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The Deal Masterlist

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7. 

Chapter 8. 

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13. 

Chapter 14.

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i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane // JJK (1)

        jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college au

warnings: strong language, accidents caused by drunk driving (DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, DRIVE WHILE DRUNK OR AGREE TO RIDE WITH SOMEONE WHO’S DRUNK!!!)

words: 4.4k

                       chapter one.

The music coming from the stage was deafening and headache-inducing but the ambience of the club itself was absolutely energizing, and you kept switching between regretting the decision to come here, and thanking your roommate for convincing you to. Glancing at the girl next to you – she’d already finished her fourth drink and you weren’t sure if she realized it because she seemed to be hypnotized by what she was seeing on stage – you smiled even despite knowing that you’d be stuck helping her battle a killer hangover tomorrow.

“It’s crazy,” Inna said suddenly as if having read your thoughts, “isn’t it? I mean, they’re driving the whole club insane, look at them!”

You did look but not at the band on stage. The second floor of the club provided you with a great view of the first floor and the sight of your heavily intoxicated and barely legal peers dancing so close to the stage, they were nearly on top of it already, distracted you – it always amused you to see the duality of the top students in your class.

“Yeah,” you said. “But Parental Advisory brings the insanity with them wherever they go. I saw some people who brought actual posters to the club.”

“Shit, I should have thought of that,” Inna said, hitting herself on the temple with her palm in disappointment.

“I don’t even get it,” you started and your roommate was already groaning. Even drunk, she could recognize the tone of your voice when you were about to complain. “I mean—”

“Come on, you said you wouldn’t complain!” she whined.

“I said no such thing,” you disagreed, “and I’m not complaining, anyway. I’m just saying how they’re nothing special. Everyone’s only listening to them because they’re the only band on campus.”

Inna looked like she wanted to argue – like she’s done a million times before – but then she decided to let it slide and finish her drink instead.

“You’re only saying that,” she pointed out then, the straw of her cocktail still in her mouth, “because you have a weird prejudice against their lead vocalist.”

You raised your eyebrows with a skeptical scoff. “Jungkook? I don’t have anything against him. I just think he’s an overrated, arrogant asshole.”

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Fight for You (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader 

Genre/Tags: bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader; angst, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language; alcohol consumption and getting passed out drunk; unrequited feelings (at the start); infidelity (small part); mentions of past kidnapping, postpartum depression, child neglect, toxic parents, drug use (not the MCs); attempted abduction, attempted sexual assault, violence, weapons, JK gets shot; explicit sexual content (18+) *specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters

Series Word count: 80k

Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.

A/N: Bodyguard jk is such a fantasy and I can’t get him out of my head! This is purely self-indulgent but I hope you enjoy. Also, I don’t know shit about business and I’m not rich so if things seem off… I’m sorry. 😅 And huge thank you to Ash @jimilter​ for this wonderful banner! 💞

Chapter 01 (wc: 8.2k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 8k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 12.2k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 4.8k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 12.3k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 12.5k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 11k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 11k) || End

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I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 261.3k

Status: Complete

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1 (wc: 12k)

Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)

Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)

Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)

Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)

Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)

Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)

Episode 10 (wc: 20.6k)

Episode 11 (wc: 23.5k)

Episode 12 (wc: 24.7k)

Episode 13 (wc: 29k)

Episode 14 - End (wc: 32.8k)

Season 2 (??)

Friends Don’t Do This

A collection of short drabbles that follow Atsumu as he navigates through this strange transition with you of being close friends since childhood to something possibly more.

[Contains gender-neutral and fem reader; best if read in the provided order]

Drabbles may consist of: fluff, angst, smut, crack, suggestive content, or general content

Total word count: 21.4k

Total chapter count [complete]: 43/43

— Final smut fic will be located at the end of this masterlist!

Updated as of: 05/29/2022

— Requests are closed! [Important announcement]

If you mass like, at least reblog something—MINORS DNI

Glutton

In which Atsumu is a glutton for you

Platonic and Romantic

In which you meet Bokuto, and Atsumu realizes something about himself

Tease [suggestive]

In which Atsumu teases you for his reasons

No Shirt, No Rent [suggestive]

In which Atsumu forgoes clothing

artwork

Insatiable

In which you get back at Atsumu for not listening to you

Trending

In which Atsumu posts a video with his team in hopes that you see it

A Losing Game

In which Atsumu loses a bet and tries to get you to speak

Cold

In which Atsumu feels sick and wants your comfort

A Tickle [suggestive]

In which tickling becomes more

False Flirt

In which Suna flirts with you to illicit a reaction from Atsumu

Memories with Coffee

In which you discuss old memories

Cardboard Is Recyclable

In which you get a cardboard cutout of Suna

The Almost Kiss [suggestive]

In which Atsumu almost kisses you

Bothersome

In which Atsumu enjoys bothering you

Too Far [suggestive]

In which Atsumu asks for a kiss

Patterned Ties

In which Atsumu doesn’t like your date

artwork

Laundry [suggestive]

In which Atsumu finds your underwear in his laundry

A Hard Issue [suggestive]

In which sitting in Atsumu’s lap leads to an embarrassing situation

Old Clothing

In which Atsumu finds you wearing his old hoodie

Inherent Shame [smut]

In which Atsumu touches himself to the thought of you

Gentle Touch

In which Atsumu enjoys receiving head scratches and hugs

Sweet Nothings [smut]

In which Atsumu hears something he shouldn't

How Embarrassing [smut]

In which Atsumu touches himself to the sounds of you

Insult to Injury

In which Atsumu is injured and wants your help, but doesn’t know how to ask

Bad Pick-Up Lines

In which Atsumu tries to return back to normalcy with you

Oil and Water

In which Atsumu finds himself drunk and confessing to you what he heard

Use Me [slightly suggestive]

In which Atsumu wants you to rely on him more

Circling

In which you ask Atsumu what's wrong, needing answers

Baring

In which you help Atsumu stretch

Everything, Anything [slightly suggestive]

In which you hurt yourself in the shower and Atsumu comes to help

Picture Permanence

In which Atsumu is conflicted about changes and finds himself missing you

A Terrified Heart

In which Atsumu has a bad dream that you leave him over the secrets he keeps

Intrusion [suggestive]

In which Atsumu accidentally finds your vibrator

Benign

In which Atsumu recalls a memory from university playing truth or dare with Suna and you

Constant

In which Atsumu goes to his brother for advice about you

A Ruse

In which you recall a memory from university when you had to pretend to date Atsumu

The Heart’s Butcher

In which Atsumu wants to tell you everything and finds that he can’t, not yet

Unknown, Unknown

In which Atsumu goes on a date to try and get over his feelings for you

Mistakes With Memories [slightly suggestive]

In which Atsumu recalls more memories with you as he drives to his date

Miscellaneous Headcanons

001. 002. 003. 004.

Unto You, Unto Me [smut]

The finale fic in which Atsumu confesses and a relationship is changed

Change Is Inevitable

[Short sequel]: In which Atsumu tells his brother, and his teammates, of his new relationship

Interested in more best-friend!Atsumu content? Check out the unrelated-plot drabbles below!

You Don’t Forget

In which, after a separation during childhood, you're reunited with Atsumu and Osamu

An Accident [suggestive]

In which Atsumu is impatient and learns his lesson the hard way

Smile for Me [suggestive]

In which Atsumu asks you to model with him for a sensual photoshoot

Interruptions [mild smut]

In which Atsumu isn't fond of your new boyfriend—his captain

Interested in more best-friend!AU content? Check out the links below!

Ever More, For You

A collection of short drabbles that follow Osamu as he veers precariously between friends and that of lovers, wondering what will come of this.

And So They Fall

A collection of short drabbles that follow Suna through the affections he knows he shouldn’t have for you, his best friend, because he’s terrified of what this may mean.

Taglist [open]: @flycloudddd @hyeongjjun @erinoikawa @hai1q @inumakilove @zitabob @onigirintarou @on-crows-wings @bloombb @yaexure @voidshoutsback @malxoxo @ti-mame @saaraunicorn @crystal-lilac @pothodicted

Liv are you planning on adding the best friend Osamu posts to your master list? I want to make sure I haven’t missed anything 🥲

Yes, eventually!! in the meantime here they are in order of posting (with some notes about where they fall in the timeline)

bff!osamu masterlist:

carry you osamu carries you home after a night out, just like he always does.

sleepy a basket of laundry, a bed that's too small, and a well-deserved nap.

in the morning the morning after 'carry you'--the only thing worse than being hungover is being hung upside down.

aftertaste osamu finds out about you and suna, and grapples with the reality that he can't keep you to himself forever. ╰─➤ the bet flashback to the bet you roped suna into in high school

clean break osamu thinks back to a childhood incident that changed a lot, least of all your bone structure.

wife? osamu's used to being mistaken for his twin brother, but there's only one girl that Atsumu has around enough to possibly be mistaken for his wife. You.

ruin takes place immediately following part 4--a familiar path but uncharted territory; osamu's pining finally comes to a head on the walk home after atsumu's party

the wake takes place over the six weeks following 'ruin'--osamu comes to terms with the events that transpired, and what they may have cost him. you ignore his calls.

dinner and a show there aren't many things that would make you stay in hyogo knowing that osamu's shown up while you're nursing your wounds, and fewer still that would convince you to have dinner with him--the miya family Matriarch just happens to be both.

leave the light on takes place one week after part 9--osamu is alone one sunday night at onigiri miya until he isn't. his feelings are unrequited until they're not.

bonus asks/blurbs: best friend!osamu / jealousy

TRAINING WHEELS

five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

GENRE/TAGS: slice of life, fluff, domestic bliss/fluff, light angst, drama, parenthood, slow burn, mutual pining, romantic comedy, idiots in love, atsumu learns how to be a dad (alternatively: atsumu catches a child support case)

CAST: you, miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shouyou, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi, matsuda naomi, kuroo tetsurou, kita shinsuke, suna rintarou, aran ojiro

WARNINGS: teen pregnancy, suggestive themes

NOTES: crossposted to ao3

TAGLIST: closed!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE: somewhere only we know (2.1k)

CHAPTER ONE: deja vu (3.1k)

CHAPTER TWO: nice to see you again (2.2k)

CHAPTER THREE: baby on board (3.5k)

CHAPTER FOUR: the start of something new

more coming soon…

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sleepwalking ● 1 | jjk

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers / fluff / angst / smut (in later chapters)

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, SLOW BURN

words: 7.5k

chapter 1 ► when i open my eyes to the future, i can hear you say my name

There was virtually not a single person left on the entire fourth floor of the company building, despite it being a Monday afternoon. Normally, two other managers worked in offices adjacent to yours, so the noise in the hallways never settled below a pleasant hum: producers, promoters, and publicists – the three cursed Ps – shuffled in and out, heels clicking urgently against the marble floor.

This funeral silence was unusual, but you knew it was only a calm before the storm.

Rated Riot were going on their first-ever European tour in two days to promote their sophomore album – named aptly, “ready, set, RIOT” – and today was the final day of meetings. Evidently, the executives at Jett Records assumed that the band deserved to have a whole floor to themselves, so everyone else got a half-day, leaving you and the Floor Administrator, Rue, all by yourselves until the band got here.

This unsettling silence was exactly why you heard them arrive as soon as the door of the building opened four floors below. Rated Riot lived up to their name by making themselves heard before they were seen.

As soon as the sharp ding! of the elevator reached you in your office—your door was always open on meeting days, because the four members of one of the most promising rock bands in the world at the moment lacked any sense of direction—you could immediately feel the atmosphere lighten, the previous silence long gone.

“Rue! The apple of my eye!” Hoseok, the drummer and the de facto mood setter of Rated Riot, exclaimed as you listened to the familiar sounds of the band as they exited the elevator and, based on the repeated clicking of shoes in the lobby, momentarily got disoriented.

“Always looking good, Rue!” Jungkook, the vocalist, as well as the new Golden Boy of Jett Records followed after.

“Good to see you again,” Taehyung, the always well-mannered bassist, said. Silence followed and you assumed he shook Rue’s hand.

“Hello,” Yoongi, who was, technically, the guitarist of the band, but, really, played any instrument he could get his hands on, was the last to speak. He’d always been very well-spoken in songwriting, but quieter and more careful in most everyday conversations.

“Welcome, guys,” Rue greeted them. You couldn’t see any of them from where your office was located, but you’ve been in a similar situation countless times before and you could imagine what was happening without needing to witness it first-hand.

Rue would stand up from her seat and point her right hand down the hallway, reminding them—yet again—that they needed to walk down the hall and take a right turn. The members of Rated Riot, in turn, would walk down the hall. At least one of the four of them would turn left instead, causing a pause as the group gathered back together, exchanging confused glances. Then, they would turn back to Rue—who would still be standing there, her right hand extended like a helpful Statue of Liberty. They’d laugh at themselves, nod at Rue, and take the correct turn.

If things were going well, they’d find your office on first try—they’d just need to find the open door and peer inside; your desk was right in front. More often than not, however, they stumbled around, knocking and chuckling to themselves as they continuously interrupted the offices of everyone else, but you.

They were special. Not just because they looked like loose ducklings, separated from the Mother Duck, whenever they entered the company building, but also because, in spite of their own lack of coordination, they still managed to get things done.

And they brightened the day of everyone they came across. Which was almost ironic—as you realised by watching the four of them enter your office—considering the effortless rockstar aura that surrounded them.

Jungkook walked in first. That was typical because he usually did: sometimes because he was the only one who remembered where your office was, but usually because the other members offered him as a sacrificial lamb when they went knocking around every office on the floor in search of yours.

He was dressed in all-black—always—adorned with silver chains and necklaces that often gave you a start when you looked up, because he had a very specific way of entering the room: he seemed to make sure to position himself in just a way that the light, coming in from the window behind you, always reflected off his jewellery and momentarily blinded you.

Sure enough, you blinked, cringing into yourself as the brightness hit your eyes, and when you opened them again, he was already grinning.

“Hi,” he said and the rest of the members followed in after him—a brighter palette of colours.

Even Yoongi, who was the only one who could have given Jungkook a run for his money if you had to count which one had more black items of clothing in their closet, was wearing a beige, loosely buttoned shirt.

Despite that, however, you could tell they were rock artists as soon as you looked at them—all tattoos, piercings, intense eye make-up behind sunglasses, and old band tees—and you stood up, excited to let them know that, finally, every last loose thread had been found and tightened. They’d get to introduce their artistry on a different continent, and you’d make sure it’d go smoothly.

“We’re leaving for Prague tomorrow morning,” you told them once the five of you settled down at the round table in the back of your office. “So, if you were planning a going away party, I strongly advise against it.”

“We weren’t,” Yoongi said, lifting his glass of lemon water—there was a jug on the table—and giving you a reassuring look. “This is the strongest drink I’m having tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said paradoxically enough, but being grateful when the members of the band you managed didn’t get drunk before an important day was part of the job. “I’d also appreciate it if—”

“Hold on a second, though,” Jungkook interrupted—you’d been anticipating it. “I’m going to a gig tonight, Reconnaissance are in town again. And there’s obviously an after-party—”

Despite Reconnaissance being, arguably, one of the most popular rock bands in the world right now, you were definite when you cut him off, “No.”

“—so, I—wait. No?” he paused. “I never miss their shows, you know that. And I don’t get drunk easily. You know that, too.”

“That’s why you drink so much,” you rebutted. The rest of the band members got their phones out, knowing well enough at this point that this would take a while. “And then I have to come get you out of trouble.”

“You absolutely do not have to do that,” Jungkook insisted. “We’ve been through this.”

“Have we?” you argued. “Because I keep telling you it’s my job to keep you from passing out in a dirty bar bathroom, but you don’t care enough to hear me.”

“Well, you’re not very convincing. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll wake up again.”

You were used to having this conversation with him—you’ve argued about this way before he became a singer and you ended up as his manager. And yet, the lax way he said this made you clench your fists.

Despite being mostly introverted, Jungkook did enjoy getting drinks with friends: even if said friends enjoyed his celebrity status more than they enjoyed the drinks.

“And if you don’t?” you threatened. “Rated Riot’s vocalist gets his stomach pumped. A catchy headline.”

“Yeah, man,” Hoseok interjected, putting his phone screen down on the table and crossing his arms. “Doesn’t go well with the vibe we’re going for. Don’t get your stomach pumped.”

“Fine, I—”

“What he meant was, don’t drink so much that you’d need your stomach pumped,” you clarified because Jungkook moonlighted as a Loophole Finder.

“I never have!” he insisted. “Seriously, you treat me like I’m still nineteen. Have some faith.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the other members of the group look up from their phones. The band had only formed a few years ago, so you were the only person in this room who knew what Jungkook was like when he was nineteen. You never spoke about it – that was likely why everyone was so curious.

In any case, Jungkook was wrong. You did have faith—that’s why you spent so many of your off-duty nights driving down deserted streets to pick him up after his asshole friends convinced him it was a good idea to try the biker bar on the outskirts of town, and he’d gotten in an altercation with a burly redneck that was twice his size.

There was no time for that now, not when he was supposed to be on stage in Prague in three days.

“Well,” Taehyung spoke up. “I was thinking of going to the show as well. Not so much the after-party, I have better plans. But, uh, I could come, after all.”

You appreciated the offer, but you knew that these better plans involved him spending time with his girlfriend, Luna, who was going to join him for a few weeks of the European tour, but after that, the two of them were going to be apart for several months.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you said, not trying very much to hide the hopeful undertones in your voice. Jungkook’s friends felt intimidated by all the members of Rated Riot; they’d be on their best behaviour if Taehyung was there.

“No, I think it might be fun,” Taehyung said. You exhaled quietly and he could sense your gratitude without words. He turned to his younger bandmate. “Should we go together?”

Jungkook groaned and mumbled under his breath, “not if I have to third-wheel again.”

“When have you ever third-wheeled anyone?” you asked rhetorically, but he was already opening his mouth to reply. Quickly, you added, “be careful, is what I’m saying, okay? I am complaining about having to pick you up from all kinds of holes, but if you need me to bring NDAs, I will bring them. So, ask.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but chose to stay quiet. He knew better now – the one time he did not make anyone sign a non-disclosure agreement after an impromptu, drunken busking session in New York, pictures of him, half-dressed and giving a lap dance to a random, equally as drunk, groupie, were on every rock page on Instagram. Accompanied with detailed retellings of how it came to happen, of course; all of them more ridiculous than the next. Your personal favourite story was that he was recruiting members for a sex cult.

“We’ll call you,” Taehyung gave you a nod, “if we have to.”

“Perfect,” you said, glancing at Jungkook again, even though expecting him to confirm that he, too, would call you if he had to, was wishful thinking.

Every time you reminded him how he needed to start going out with a less destructive crowd, he’d treat his phone like a poisonous snake – and he’d been doing that even before you became his manager. His friends seemed to get their pleasure fix from watching you arrive and rip him a new one, so they were the ones who called you most of the time, always laughing into their phones like true accomplices.

It was funny how Jungkook was the only one who passed out or got so wasted, he ended up on a ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. His friends always walked away unscathed and, usually, only called you by the time they were back in their bedrooms – “when we left, he was ordering mint and honey daiquiris, you should probably go over there and check up on him.”

It was like they loved pushing him into danger and purposefully bringing the two of you together again, and Jungkook either didn’t realise or didn’t care anymore. It’s been a while, after all.

You and Jungkook had been broken up for almost two years when you got the unbelievable offer to manage an up-and-coming rock band. This was over two years ago now and you were only twenty-four back then. Up until that point, you had worked as an assistant manager for various indie artists, so that offer was massive.

You figured the downside that your ex-boyfriend happened to be in this particular band was worth it, considering the huge leap in your career you’d make by accepting this job.

And, for the most part (excluding the first two months that were pure chaos of repressed feelings), you and Jungkook both made this work, drawing a strict line between your relationship before Rated Riot (back when he still had your phone number saved as “❌”) and after he met you again as Rated Riot’s new manager (ironically, now your name on his phone was “❌❌❌”).

You’ve managed Rated Riot for almost exactly two years now, and if you’d asked the band – which you wouldn’t, partially out of humbleness, but also because you were scared – you’d know that they loved working with you as much as you loved working with them. So, in the end, it all really had been worth it.

“Check your emails for the descriptive itineraries,” you continued smoothly enough. The guys at the table put their phones down and returned their attention to you. “Now, who else is coming with us?”

Technically, the band wasn’t supposed to bring anyone – the label was explicitly clear about that. They wanted the first European tour to go “without a hitch” (meaning, without distractions), but you held a more liberal view here.

You didn’t think loved ones coming on the road were a distraction; if anything, they were a firm support mechanism that made touring easier for the artists.

“I know Luna’s staying until the Barcelona show, yeah?” you asked, double-checking the notes on your laptop.

Taehyung nodded, a small smile on his lips at the mention of the girl. “She flies out the next day, yeah.”

“Okay. Who else?”

“Well, Sid and Jude are coming,” Jungkook spoke up and, after seeing your eyes roll back, added, quieter, “and Minjun isn’t sure.”

The three musketeer-wannabes – Sid, Jude, and Minjun – were on speed dial on your work and personal phones, because if Rated Riot had a performance and the vocalist wasn’t there, it was likely those three who were to blame. They were the only ones who knew Jungkook longer than you did, and they seemed to take pride in the fact that they had successfully been causing you headaches for seven years now.

“Sid and Jude,” you repeated, “aren’t worried they’ll lose their jobs if they travel to Europe abruptly?”

“No, they’re cool,” Jungkook shrugged, not catching the mockery in your voice—both Sid and Jude worked for their families, which really meant that they got paid to occasionally show up at the shareholders’ meetings on behalf of their parents. “I’ll text Minjun right now. Maybe he’ll come when we’re in Poland…”

“I needed confirmation by last week,” you reminded him. “At the latest.”

He glanced at you from his phone and then went back to texting. “So, why’d you ask now?”

“To double-check,” you said. “They’re going to have to book the hotels themselves. Or sleep on the street. Honestly, I don’t really—”

“So, uh,” Yoongi interrupted before another argument could begin, “how many hotels this time?”

“Prague, Amsterdam, and Paris. And some nights in London, depending on our flight time,” you said with an apologetic smile. “Bring your favourite blankets. We’re living on buses for the next three months.”

None of them minded – if anything, you could see a little glitter in their eyes as they listened to you. Being on the road and having to sleep on the tour bus every night was an experience they’d missed. They hadn’t gone on an actual tour in almost a year – as someone who thrived on live performances, they had obviously missed this.

Really, you’ve missed it, too. Rated Riot may have been a riot to look after as their manager – pun fully intended – especially on tour, but they were your riot to deal with.

You liked your job and the challenges that came with it, because, in the end, you overcame most of them: starting with your previous relationship with Jungkook (no one in the band had a problem with it, and the label miraculously seemed not to know about it) and ending with your relatively young age (Jungkook was the only one who had a problem with you being his age, but he had a problem with almost everything).

Hopefully, one day you’d manage to overcome the challenge that was getting Jungkook to open his eyes and realise that the people he surrounded himself with were more groupies than his friends. But all in due time.

“If you have questions,” you said as the meeting approached its’ conclusion, “go right ahead.”

“Wake-up calls,” Yoongi said. “Any possibility of arranging those?”

You smiled – this had been traditional practice ever since you started to work with them.

“I’ll call,” you said and then remembered a particularly frustrating way in which this had backfired. You added, “and keep you on the phone until you’re out of bed.”

Back when you were an assistant manager to a different band, this had been your main task. And, you supposed, if Rated Riot had assistant managers, they’d be the ones making wake-up calls, too – however, the band had only started to live up to their potential now. Before you booked the European tour for them, Jett Records thought they barely needed one manager to begin with.

You’ve made it this far. If the tour went well, maybe you’d get to expand your team as the band gained popularity.

Jungkook felt giddy the whole night. The Reconnaissance show with Taehyung and Luna was a lot of fun, as expected—he’d seen the band five times before tonight, and they never failed to let him down.

When he arrived at the after-party, he was nearly vibrating with excitement—on top of everything, he was going on tour tomorrow and he knew he might lose his mind over it—and this was usually the time when he tended to get reckless.

He did drink a little too much to retain a completely sober mind, but he stayed true to his word and did not wander anywhere or caused any—serious—trouble. You would have said that’s because Sid and Jude weren’t with him, but Jungkook was convinced it was because he simply had great self-control when he put his mind to it.

The only place he went to after the party was his family’s house, so he could say goodbye to his grandma. She probably wouldn’t even hear him—and if she would, then she probably wouldn’t recognise him—but he couldn’t leave to Europe without saying goodbye to her.

He thought he’d take his Katana to the house, but then remembered immediately the last time he got on his motorcycle drunk – his grandma had, literally, smacked him on the back with a rolling pin, yelling about how careless he was. She didn’t say that she hit him out of concern for his safety—that was obvious—and, instead, she focused on how hard he’d worked on restoring the bike after he’d bought it; his first purchase with the money that he made off Rated Riot’s music.

“Don’t you want it to last?” she had said then. She’d been the only person who believed he could bring the bike to life, despite it not having a single properly functioning part, least of all the engine. “You worked so hard on it. Do you want to wreck it in one night?”

Tonight, however, everyone in the house was asleep when he arrived. It was quiet, so he tried to be silent as he went up the stairs to her room—and then knocked over a picture frame after his feet fumbled on the carpet in the hallway. But no one went out to check who was making the noise—which was dangerous, he realised for a brief, semi-sober second; but the house had security, so he figured they were safe from outsiders—and he gently lowered the handle on his grandma’s door, peering inside.

The room was painted in blue hues from the night light next to the bed where his grandma was sleeping. He approached—really trying to be quiet this time—and carefully pulled her comforter up, so she wouldn’t get cold, even though the room felt warm.

It was always warm here and Jungkook had to bite his lip when he realised how much he missed sitting here as a child while dozens of his cousins ran around the house and wreaked loud, childish havoc. How much he missed his grandma reading him books—never children’s stories, he always insisted she read him the thickest, most boring books he could find on her shelves, just so he could stay in her room longer, listening to her soothing voice and feeling her comforting warmth.

Sniffling quietly, he leaned closer to her and brushed a strand of white hair from her face, listening to her soft breathing as she slept, unaware of his presence.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised in a whisper as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She didn’t wake. “We will talk again then.”

He knew he’d keep this promise even if she didn’t hear it, even if she didn’t remember. But leaving her room felt painful and he was far less excited now. The alcohol had begun to wear off and heaviness settled in his chest instead. This happened sometimes when he was left alone with his thoughts, especially after he visited his grandma.

He'd come back, he knew he would. But as he glanced at his grandma’s sleeping frame one more time—remembering how she hadn’t called him by his name in months; not one glint of recognition in her eyes when she’d see him—he wondered if he’d have anyone to come back to.

Surprising exactly no one, Jungkook was the only one who did not answer your wake-up call the next morning. Having foreseen this, you’d already called Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung – in that order, because the first two took the longest to wake up, and by that time, Taehyung was already awake on his own – and only then attempted to reach the one remaining member.

Fifteen minutes later, you were already dressed and ready to drive over to his house and personally wake him up with an icy bath in bed. And just then, your phone rang – his name as the caller’s ID.

“Look who—”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook’s groggy voice cut you off before you could greet him with the appropriate sarcastic remark. “I’m awake. Halfway in the shower.”

“I don’t hear running water.”

He responded with a groan first, then shuffling. You waited patiently, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you unlocked the door of your apartment. Finally, you could hear the water start running on the other end of the call.

“Happy?” Jungkook asked, always the brightest of all rays of sunshine in the morning.

“Ecstatic,” you replied, equally as enthusiastically. “Sending a car to pick you up in half an hour. Don’t be late.”

“I can drive myself—”

“No driving when you’re hungover,” you said, not for the first time. “In fact, don’t even go near your Katana.”

He considered several ways to respond to you; first and foremost, defending his beloved, navy-coloured Suzuki Katana with a matte coating, custom-made leather seat covers, golden rims, purring engine, and—anyway. He ended up choosing to respond with a question, “how do you know I’m hungover?”

“I’ve known you for almost ten years,” you replied. “If you go out drinking the night before, you’ll wake up hungover.”

“Well, how do you know I drank that much last ni—?”

“Listen,” you cut him off, hoisting your suitcases over the threshold of your front door. You fixed your phone against your cheek and continued, “how about you take that shower, and we’ll resume this nice little Q&A at the airport?”

“No,” he replied and, in a purposefully exaggerated breathy voice said, “I simply can’t stop talking to you.”

“Hanging up now.”

Jungkook laughed as he listened to the beep, indicating the end of the call. Putting his phone on the side of the sink, he took his shirt off and was about to continue undressing when his phone vibrated and nearly fell off the sink.

Scrambling to catch it, he smacked it against the cupboard and exhaled in relief when he saw that the screen hadn’t cracked. He was expecting a text from you – a threat, in case he’d go back to bed – but it was actually Sid, asking for the time of his flight.

His friends were taking a separate flight out to Prague – they weren’t happy about it and neither was he, but at least they’d get to hang out in Europe eventually – and, obviously, they wanted to know what time they’d meet up and where.

He double-checked the itinerary you’d emailed him, got confused about the time zone difference and texted Sid back.

“Gonna be there the day before the show,” his text said, “jetlag. Sleep. Maybe beer? Catch u there.”

Sid was, of course, delighted to hear the mention of beer and Jungkook snickered to himself before he resumed undressing for his shower—knowing from experience that you wouldn’t be above shipping him to Prague in the cargo section on the plane if he was late to the airport.

As it turned out, for the first time in his life, Jungkook was so terribly jet-lagged, that he did not feel like doing anything – not even drinking with friends – but sleeping.

He slept through the whole layover in Paris – and, consequently, through Taehyung and Luna’s stories about the 5 minutes they got to spend in front of the Eiffel Tower before rushing back to the airport (never mind that it was about 2 AM) – as well as the flight to Prague.

He only woke up on the bus ride to the hotel when he felt something nudging his lips and opened his eyes to find an open bottle of Coca-Cola in your hands as you held it by his face.

“Did you just—” he started to say, but his voice sounded brittle, more a croak than a voice, really. He cleared his throat and tried again, “did you just wake me up by making me sniff soda?”

“It worked,” you replied, nudging the bottle at him again. “Drink. You need sugar. You didn’t eat anything on the plane here.”

“I had that bagel on the flight to Paris,” he mumbled, but sat up properly and took the bottle from you.

“That was a croissant,” you clarified. It was almost cute to see him barely awake. “And I warned you about flying with a hangover. You did this to yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he replied after taking a big gulp of coke. “Not sure which day it is, but other than that, I’m perfect. Do you have anything for headaches?”

Snickering, you nodded. “Yeah, give me a second.”

You went to fetch your carry-on bag and returned with ibuprofen, which allowed him to go back to sleep until you arrived at the hotel. The other members were also in and out of slumber, but that was their own fault. You and the other girls on this tour, which, really, only meant Luna— Taehyung’s girlfriend—and Maggie—the tour photographer—had planned ahead and taken sleeping pills as soon as the plane took off. Meanwhile, every man on this trip thought too much of himself.

By the time you arrived to the hotel and checked in, it was already lunchtime. If this had been your first time travelling with Rated Riot, you would have been beyond surprised to see what effect food had on them: they looked like they'd just returned from the most refreshing vacation in the Caribbean. Lively conversation and cheerful laughter echoed around the table – no one would have guessed that they’d just spent over 13 hours on airplanes. Their recovery was nearly always miraculous.

And, naturally, since they were feeling better, they wanted to do something as soon as the first rehearsal was over. You had far too many things to do before the show tomorrow, so you couldn’t babysit them – again, an assistant manager would have been life-saving – but you knew you’d still have to keep an eye on them.

Taehyung and Luna went sightseeing, but they were the sort who kept you updated on their adventures through pictures, which you were endlessly grateful for. There was never a reason to worry here; if you were a teacher who had to pretend not to have a favourite student, Taehyung would be the student you were pretending about.

Yoongi and Hoseok, initially, went to a record store together, but then split up – one of them returned to the hotel for a nap, and the other one went café-hopping. Those two were also fine – they usually took some members of the crew with them anyway, so you knew that in the worst-case scenario, you’d still have several people you could call to reach them.

Now Jungkook was going to meet up with Sid and Jude, both of whom had, most unfortunately, successfully landed in Prague. The Diabolical Duo would take him out drinking, you had no doubt about it – and this was where you’d have to step in with another warning. You weren’t the angry mother, dragging her children by their ears, but you felt it necessary to remind Jungkook of what was at stake if he allowed his friends to be their usual, obnoxious selves tonight.

However, you didn’t want to ask, so you had to figure out where to find them yourself. You didn’t even have to use the seven years that you’ve known them to deduce two logical, universal-for-all-assholes things: one, Jungkook’s friends wouldn’t be nearly tired enough not to want to drink. Two, they’d be too jet-lagged to look for their usual hole-in-the-wall spot that sold drinks. Therefore, they’d have to settle for the bar of the hotel.

And when you exited the elevator on the ground floor later that night, your assumption was confirmed – you could hear their laughter from where you were standing in the lobby.

You’d texted Jungkook as you arrived, hoping he’d leave his friends and come see you at the back of the bar for a minute, but unfortunately, Sid and Jude noticed you and waved you over with loud cheers.

Embarrassed as the people in booths around you began to turn to look, you swallowed and walked towards the front where Jungkook and his friends were sitting by the bar.

“Wow, it’s been so long!” Jude exclaimed as you approached. In your opinion, it wasn’t nearly long enough, but you only lifted the corners of your lips and did not comment.

“Jungkook, a moment?” you said instead.

“Let’s get you a drink!” Sid suggested as though you hadn’t spoken and extended a hand, clicking his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey! Can we get some Margaritas here?”

You cringed watching this, but, again, restrained yourself. They could behave like pricks all they wanted; it wasn’t their reputation that you had to protect. Someone else would, hopefully, teach them a lesson.

“Sure,” Jungkook said to you, sliding off the stool. He seemed sober enough to walk without any sort of waddling or stand without swaying, but you could tell by the relaxation behind his eyes, that he was already tipsy.

His friends patted him on the back and whistled as he followed you to a quieter spot in the back of the bar. He shook his head at them—but had a grin on his face, and for that alone you wanted to punch him.

“Can I count on you to take it easy?” you asked, once the two of you were out of earshot. “Not because you’ll make my job much harder if you don’t, but because you have a rehearsal tomorrow at eight, and that’s hard with the jet lag alone, but add a hangover into the mix, and—”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, but you’ve heard this song many times before. It was one of his top hits. “I’m actually tired, so I might have a few and then go straight to bed.”

“Okay,” you said, choosing to believe him, because that was easier than making him sign a contract, swearing not to wake up in a dumpster. “Can you text me when you’re back in your room? So I know you’re not lost somewhere in Prague with Dumb and Dumber.”

His lip twitched in an almost-smile at the nickname, but he resisted – a loyal friend, even if they didn’t deserve it – and gave you a nod.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll text you. And I won’t get lost.”

“Okay—” you started to say and then squinted your eyes at him, realizing. “I meant don’t go wandering the city streets while drunk.”

He snorted and placed a hand on your left shoulder. Gazing into your eyes, he enunciated very dramatically, “I will not get into trouble. Promise.”

You pursed your lips. “You’d better not.”

“I realise what that would mean, believe it or not,” he said, straightening. “Tomorrow is an important day. I’d never do anything to ruin it.”

“I know,” you said. “I trust you to make smart choices. I don’t trust them.”

You pointed at the twosome by the bar – both of them watching you like you were the entertainment of the night – and Jungkook turned to look. Sid and Jude both immediately waved at him. Jungkook waved back and, when he looked at you again, he was smiling softly.

Clearly, he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with those two. You’d never believe that there was anything about them that was bearable—let alone enjoyable—so Jungkook’s weird attachment to them had to come from some sort of weird destructive force inside of him.

“I’ll keep them in check,” he said and then, possibly prompted by the skeptical frown on your face, he felt the need to explain, “they help me relax. If it weren’t for them, I’d probably be shaking from anxiety all the time. Kind of like you are.”

He winked as he said that last part, grinning at his own wit, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“Goodnight,” you said then. “Don’t forget to text me.”

“Are you going to stay up late waiting for my text?” his tone was humorous and it stopped you from leaving.

“Hopefully not,” you said, ignoring the flirty comment that was obviously meant to rattle your composure. “But it’d do you well to remember that I can make life very difficult for you if you disobey me.”

He lifted his eyebrows at this, but did not lose the grin. “Oh? Will I get punished if I—”

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you said again—louder—and turned away.

You glanced over your shoulder when you reached the archway leading to the lobby and caught him watching you leave—he was still beaming, but he composed himself and nodded when he caught your eye. You nodded back.

Maybe he really would be fine tonight.

And, truly, Jungkook had meant what he’d said – he couldn’t wait for tomorrow and there was nothing he’d do to ruin that. Not even if the smirking faces of his friends prompted him to laugh as soon as he returned to his seat by the bar.

“What do you want, assholes?” he asked, punching Jude on the shoulder as he walked past his friends. As soon as he sat down, leaving Sid in the middle, he took a big gulp of the beer he’d left waiting; only his third one tonight.

“We don’t want anything,” Jude said, still smirking. “What did she want? Another moral how you’re not being a good boy?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “No—”

“I was always curious,” Sid interrupted. “Was she like that when you dated, too? You know, always in charge?”

Even before you and Jungkook had settled into a steady enough rhythm of working with each other, neither of you spoke to others about your relationship. Not while you were dating, and not after you broke up. So, all your friends—real friends and whoever the hell Sid and Jude were—essentially knew nothing of your relationship.

And there was nothing he’d tell them now.

It’s been four years since you broke up—plenty of time to move on. Not to mention, you were both (trying to be) professionals. There was no point to bring back the past; there never had been.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jungkook teased, managing to keep the banter going without revealing how the question irked something inside him.

“I would. That’s why I asked,” Sid replied, laughing haughtily. A few heads turned his way. Sid sounded very much like an entitled heir—or an elephant high on helium—when he laughed, especially when there was nothing funny going on. “I mean, you never talked about her to us. Was it getting rid of her that made you who you are today?”

Jude snorted, slapping Sid on the back in a half-supportive, half-warning manner. Jungkook knew that the level of your patience for his friends ranged from Sid (no patience) to Jude (case-by-case), to Minjun (bearable)—and he could see why.

“I didn’t get rid of her,” he said, an edge to his voice. “We broke up and moved on. Did you hear from Minjun?”

Sid laughed again—even louder than before; the glasses behind the bar seemed to clatter.

“Look at him, trying to change the topic!” he wheezed, looking at Jude over his shoulder.

“Leave him be, man,” Jude said and nodded at Jungkook. “So many girls around us and this dumbass is still hung up on your ex, huh?”

Jungkook finished his beer and held the liquid behind his cheeks for a second before swallowing. He caught the bartender’s eye and lifted his empty glass, indicating a refill.

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s hung up,” Sid said with a very knowing look in his eye.

Jungkook looked at him and raised his eyebrows—surprised and momentarily distracted from his drink. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you come to her as soon as she calls, like a puppy,” Sid replied. “So, you tell me.”

“I have to come when she calls,” Jungkook defended. “She’s my manager.”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Jude said, slapping Sid on the back of the head this time. “She’s his manager.”

Jungkook suddenly found himself smiling when he realised that you’d probably consider this the reason why Sid acted the way he did sometimes – permanent brain damage from Jude’s incessant slaps.

“Well, then someone,” Sid said, angrily accentuating the word—the anger was clearly directed at Jude, but the pronoun at Jungkook, “has a fucking crush on their manager.”

“I don’t have a crush—”

Sid spoke over him, “I bet you could never get her to go out with you again.”

Jungkook saw the bartender approach to pour him a drink and he heard Jude scoffing, but he could only blink, taken aback by what sounded like an accusation.  “Why—why would I even—why—”

“Oh, see, see?!” Sid screeched, turning to Jude with a triumphant expression. Jude gave him a pitiful look—and looked about ready to give him a black eye, too. “He knows I’m right, it’s why he’s stuttering!”

“Dude,” Jude said slowly. “You are yelling.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, nodding at the bartender as a thank-you and then bringing his refilled glass to his lips. “And I’m not stuttering.”

“You so are, my man,” Sid taunted, patting Jungkook on the shoulder with so much force, the beer nearly spilled from the glass and from his mouth. “Your ass is so whipped, you’re going to be singing at her wedding to some random producer.”

Suddenly hyper-aware that there were several producers on tour with them right now, Jungkook put his drink down and straightened in his seat.

“I’m not fucking singing at weddings,” he said.

“Not yet,” Sid pointed out, grinning. He knew he'd gotten under his skin.

“Okay, come on now,” Jude interjected, leaning back in his seat to be able to see Jungkook. “You promised you’d sing at my wedding.”

“As if anyone would ever marry you,” came Sid’s snide.

“You shut the fuck up,” Jude snarled, but there was no malice behind his bark. “I have more chances of marrying someone than he has of marrying his manager.”

“He—oh, fuck!” Sid was about to argue, but then burst into laughter—so loud and thunderous again, that the bartender was forced to glance over at the security guards by the entrance to the bar. “That’s good! You’re so right!”

“Both of you are fucking idiots,” Jungkook spoke. The edges of his vision were red. “I could get her to go out with me again if I wanted to.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Sid nodded, wiping invisible tears from his eyes. “Big talk.”

“Jungkook, no offense, my dude,” Jude said, leaning forwards this time. “Let him have this one. Sid may be dumber than box of rocks, but he’s got a point here. Forget about her.”

Another insinuation that had Jungkook throwing his head back in frustration.

“There’s nothing to forget!” he groaned. “What the fuck are you even talking about? I just fucking told you I moved on.”

“So why are you getting all riled up, then?” Sid smirked, more and more satisfied with each curse that he provoked out of him.

Jungkook felt even angrier, because he was getting riled up, but he had a good reason for it. He enjoyed banter as much as the next person, but he did not enjoy mockery at his own expense—especially not the kind that involved you.

He snapped back, “because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

His friends snickered at this – convinced that his irritation only proved the point they were both making – and Jungkook clenched his jaw, annoyed.

“If anything,” he added sharply as he picked his beer up—as if that could somehow distance him from this conversation, “it’s her who’s still hung up on me.”

That was a cheap, childish defence, and everyone by the bar knew it.

“Yeah, right!” Sid cried out, but resisted from laughing again. “We’ve heard her yell at you more times than we can count. You fucking wish she was still hung up on you.”

“Okay, to be fair, Sid can probably only count to five,” Jude added—Sid finally punched him on the shoulder—as he toyed with the paper umbrella on his fourth cocktail; the Margaritas they’d ordered were long gone. “But he’s right, you know? You’d never get her to go out with you again.”

There was pity in Jude’s voice—as if he felt sorry that Jungkook lived in denial, chasing after you and convincing himself that it was only a matter of time before you’d come back to him.

This made Jungkook’s temper vile, his face red, hot, and angry. He slammed his beer back on the table, forcing some of it to spill. “Yes, I fucking would!”

Sid was hiccupping as he laughed.

“Okay, okay, listen—let’s make a proper bet,” he managed. He picked up a napkin from the bar top, then looked around for something to write on it with—not finding anything, he stood up from his seat and leaned over the bar, grabbing a pen before the bartender could notice. “$1000 says you can’t get her to go on a date with you again.”

He glanced at Jude for approval—Jude shrugged.

“I’d suggest $500,” he said. “We don’t want to rob him blind.”

Jungkook’s face remained stoic, prideful.

“Fine with me. But you have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into,” he bit.

“Oh, that’s right, he’s been awfully cocky about the whole thing, hasn’t he?” Sid spoke, addressing his rhetorical question at the bar. He wrote something on the napkin and then lifted it to show the number “4000” to Jungkook. “How about this: Jude and I each pay you $2000 if you win. But if you lose, you give us your Katana.”

Jungkook lifted his eyebrows, the sudden mention of his bike catching him off-guard. Sid came from old money, he could afford fifteen brand-new motorcycles with the change he found in his suitcase, probably.

“How is that fair?” he asked. “Do you even know how much a Suzuki costs these days? It’s not $4000, I can tell you that much.”

“Why should you care?” Sid asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You were so confident about winning the bet just a second ago. Scared you’ll lose after all?”

In his defence, Jungkook did hesitate for half a moment. But there was a shit-eating grin on Sid’s mouth that he wanted to wipe off more than anything else, and he downed the rest of his beer in one big gulp—a showcase of his determination.

“Not at all,” he said then. He wasn’t sure if he was lying as he said this, but he had no time to figure that out. He extended his hand at Sid. “Get your money ready.”

Here, he was putting up a front – this wasn’t about the money at all. It was more a thing of pride; they were teasing him, purposefully making fun of him—and he wanted to prove them wrong, regardless if they were actually wrong.

Smirking, Sid shook his hand—cementing the bet between all three of them, as Jude was busy finishing off his cocktail—and was about to say something when Jungkook jumped off his stool.

“Have to go now,” he said, always a show-off with his overly creative comebacks when he was tipsy. “My horoscope predicts a date and a big fortune in my near future. Got to prepare.”

chapter title credits: sleep token, “rain”

special shout-out & thank you to @eleni-cherie who delivered the much-appreciated kicks in the ass, so that i would keep writing. the odds were really against me, so if it weren't for you & our in-depth fanfic discussions, i definitely wouldn't even be writing this note right now, let alone finally starting this story 💜

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Oh to have my strong man tell me not.to worry about anything (im still waiting btw)

thinking about husband ! kuroo who wants nothing more than to look like superman in the eyes of his pretty little wife <3

it’s not like kuroo loves helping out around the house, but the awestruck look you give him when he fixes the loose floorboard in the upstairs attic is its own reward. it’s not like kuroo loves helping out around the house, but the way you gasp and clutch his bicep when you wake up to find your microwave is suddenly fixed is quite literally its own reward. kuroo thinks you’re so damn cute; truth be told, all he needed was to hammer some floorboard nails and switch out a few wires on the microwave but who said his pretty little wife needed to know that ?

you get especially amazed when kuroo faces anything that has to do with electricity. when the power went out while you were cooking in the kitchen, you yelped like you had just seen a ghost. kuroo was by your side only a minute later, phone flashlight in hand. he kisses your head with soft lips & tells you to stay right there because ‘dont worry baby, your husband’s got it covered.’

minutes later he’s in the basement with a toolbox & you’re waiting for him at the top of the stairs, too scared to go down to the dim lit basement. more sooner than later the power comes back on, and excitedly you’re running down to join your husband who stands beside the power box, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“tetsuu, you’re amazing ! how did you do that ?!”

tetsurou kisses your forehead. “didn’t i tell you not to worry, sweetheart ? it’s a bit complicated so don’t stress about it, alright ?”

truth be told, the circuit breaker had simply tripped off so all he had to do was flip a couple switches—but once again, his pretty little wife didn’t have to know that.

this is you and kuroo btw

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