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as we were, ch.7 — JJK [m]

as we were | jeon jungkook x reader — series masterpost ! ˚₊✩

⟶ GENRE : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining

⟶ RATING : 18+

⟶ WC : 11.3k

⟶ SUMMARY : You’re finally taking your first step to move on from Jungkook, and that leads to things you never expected to happen.

⟶ WARNINGS : taehyung and mirae’s past :(, yoongi being so cute, jungkook’s feelings, talks of divorce, emotional therapy session (literally), i’m not a therapist but i tried, this one messed with my emotions, discussions of self-hatred and struggles with self-worth, heavy alcohol consumption, drunk driving.

⟶ NOTE : we’re reaching the end of as we were!! I’m thinking we will have 10 chapters :( i’m very sad lol, but aww wasn’t even supposed to a series in the first place, it was supposed to be a one-shot LOL, but i guess i got lost in the storyline…oops…..it may go on for more, but i truly feel that everything is already reaching its end <3 oh, and please bare in mind that not everything is as it seems in this fic hehe….

I also cried in this one, as always, but this one really messed with me, idk it may just be my emotional self lol….this is a very emotional chapter, in a good and bad way, and you will see why…. but i hope you guys like this one <3 this chapter was not supposed to go like this, it wasn’t supposed to be this painful but oh well lol….hope u guys are prepared hehe

I also recommend you listening to sad songs towards the end of the chapter if you want to feel even worse and cry like a baby….you’ll se why :p

⟶ MUSIC : emails i can’t send and decode by sabrina carpenter

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                        #07: the art of moving on

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as it was | jjk

pairings » husband jungkook x wife reader

genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

word count » 2.5k

a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Hauen was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

sugar | myg

pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader

genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut

summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot

word count » 11k

a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.

You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.

“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.

“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.

“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

It finally feels like home, your home.

“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.

“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.

“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“

You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.

”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.

“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”

“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.

“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”

“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.

“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.

“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.

“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.

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After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.

“My head hurts now.” You whined.

Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.

A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.

His friend.

For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.

“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.

Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?

Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.

“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.

“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“

Thud.

What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.

“Where are you going?”

You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.

“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.

“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.

“Oh I don’t need that mu—“

“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.

Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.

“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.

“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”

Thud.

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It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.

“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”

Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.

“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.

“Oh, thanks.”

Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.

Fuck he looks hot.

One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.

“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.

“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.

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“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“

“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.

“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.

“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.

When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.

“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”

“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.

“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.

“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”

“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.

You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.

“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.

“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.

You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—

“Yoongi?”

“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.

Cute.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.

“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.

“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.

“It’s fin-“

“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.

Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.

“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.

“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”

“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”

“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.

“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”

That was so formal, he sounded so nice.

“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”

“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.

“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.

You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”

You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.

There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.

[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n

[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.

[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot

[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?

[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok

[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg

[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight

[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn

dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.

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“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.

“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”

“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”

You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”

“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.

“Nope, call me later bye!”

“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.

You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.

Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.

“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.

“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.

“Alright but he has someone over right now.”

“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.

“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.

You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.

“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.

“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.

“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.

“I'm all good, how are you now?”

“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.

“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.

“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.

“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.

“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.

You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.

“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.

“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.

“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.

With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.

“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.

“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.

“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.

“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.

“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.

“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.

“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.

“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.

“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.

“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.

“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.

A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.

[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???

[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours

[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.

[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!

[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.

[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!

[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!

[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours

[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing

[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you

[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.

[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon

[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!

“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.

“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.

“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.

“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.

“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.

“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.

You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”

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“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.

“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.

“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.

“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.

“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.

“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.

“Really? Who?” You questioned.

Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.

“I think that’s him.”

You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.

“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.

As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.

“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.

“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.

“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.

“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.

“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.

He’s definitely the one for her.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.

“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.

“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.

You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”

“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.

“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.

“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.

You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”

“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”

“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.

“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.

“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.

“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.

“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.

“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.

“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.

“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.

“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”

You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.

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“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.

“But—“

“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.

“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”

“I know but we’re not so close.”

“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.

“Fine, but I don’t have a—“

“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She knows you too well.

“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.

“Right my bad.” You chuckled.

“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sure.” You replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”

“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.

Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.

It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.

Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.

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You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.

Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.

You totally forgot.

You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.

[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.

*insert image*

*insert image*

After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.

As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—

What the fuck!?

[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.

[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.

[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine

Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification

[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.

You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks

[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs

[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down

[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting

You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.

You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.

Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.

“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.

“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.

“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.

“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.

“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.

“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.

“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.

Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.

“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.

“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.

“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”

“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.

“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.

“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”

“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.

“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.

Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…

After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.

Jimin lives here what the fuck!

“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.

“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.

“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.

“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.

“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.

“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.

“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.

“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.

As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.

Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.

“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.

Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.

“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.

“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.

“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.

“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.

“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.

Maybe he’s Taehyung?

“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.

“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.

“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.

“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.

“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.

He looks so dreamy and handsome.

“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”

“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“

“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.

“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.

“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.

“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.

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You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.

Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.

When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.

“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.

“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.

“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.

“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.

After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.

The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.

“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.

“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.

They served it in just seconds, wow.

“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.

“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.

“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.

As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.

“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.

“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.

As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.

“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.

“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.

“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.

For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.

“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.

“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.

“Right. Thanks for remin—“

“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.

Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.

Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.

Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.

The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.

“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.

“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.

Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.

You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.

“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.

You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.

Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.

That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.

When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.

Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.

He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.

“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.

Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“

“No!” You exclaim.

“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.

Right?

“Y/N once again I’m not—“

“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.

They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.

Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.

Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.

“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.

“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.

“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.

This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.

You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.

“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.

“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.

“Yes please.” You plead.

“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.

“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.

“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.

Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”

“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.

“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.

Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!

“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.

“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.

“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.

“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.

“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.

“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.

He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.

“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.

“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.

He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.

“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.

“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.

“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.

“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.

“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.

“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.

“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.

“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.

Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.

“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.

“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.

“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.

“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.

“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.

He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”

After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.

“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.

“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.

“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.

Was this the same man a few minutes ago?

You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.

“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.

“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.

“Don’t tell him that we—“

“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.

“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.

Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.

You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.

“Hey Yoon—“

“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.

“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.

“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.

“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.

“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.

“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.

“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.

“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.

“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.

“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.

When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.

“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?

“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.

“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.

“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.

“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.

“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.

“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.

“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.

“Yoon what are you do—“

“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.

“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.

“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.

“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.

Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.

“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.

“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.

“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.

You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.

You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.

“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.

“What are you talking about?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.

“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.

“What do you mean I gave ba—“

“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.

“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.

“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.

“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.

Love & Crosses | 03

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: intoxication, subtle flirting, angst (Jimin is a little bit harsh), swearing, Jungkook is a bit of a jerk (for the meantime), Taehyung is quite visibly jealous

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 11K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Jimin, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to be here," Ryuna says to Jimin as she follows him across the lobby of Kim Enterprises. "What if someone sees me?"

"No one will recognize you, you'll be fine," Jimin dismisses.

She'd worn a pair of your white and gray pencil skirt, blazer and white shirt to go with it. Putting her hair in a high ponytail, she needed to make sure she fit into the atmosphere and no one could recognize her.

"I don't think it would be ideal for the chairman to be seen with another woman a month before his wedding," Ryuna stresses.

"You're a potential shareholder," Jimin reminds her of the role she were to play if they were to bump into someone, "and you're married." She'd made sure to place a diamond ring on her fourth finger.

Jimin turns around once they're near the corner that hid the elevators of the building away from the rest of the lobby.

"You're walking so slowly. They'll be here by the time we get upstairs," Jimin sighs.

"It's not my fault," Ryuna whines, "I can't walk properly in these heels." It wasn't exactly a great idea to wear your pencil heels.

"You can take them off upstairs," Jimin insists. "Now can you please walk a little faster?"

Ryuna's attempt to walk faster is cut short immediately when she feels her ankle twist. She closes her eyes, embarrassed, but already knowing she was going to hit the floor any second now. Well, until she feels a pair or arms around her waist.

Ryuna slowly opens her eyes to see Jimin's eyes looking back at her in concern.

"Gosh this is embarrassing," she mutters under her breath.

"Hold on, can you stand?" Jimin asks, allowing her to stand on her own. She grips Jimin's shoulder, allowing herself to balance the foot that was still in pain.

Jimin kneels on one knee before her,

"Jimin, what are you doing?" She asks in panic.

He runs a hand over the pained area of her ankle, then pressing on it slightly, "does it hurt?" He looks up at her.

"Jimin, please get up, what are you doing?" She asks for a second time, not wanting anyone to see them like this. But he wasn't hearing any of it.

"I should call Iseul, she might know a good orthopedic doctor," Jimin says, mostly to himself.

"What? No," Ryuna exclaims, having no idea who Iseul is whatsoever.

She watches as Jimin rises and pulls his cell phone from his pocket, "I'll also tell Mrs. Choi to get you a pair of platforms."

"Jimin," she finally lets out, taking his phone from his hand. "I'm fine Jimin," she lets out a breath.

Jimin looks away from her after a moment, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Ryuna's heart breaks at this, "Jimin, that's not—" what I meant. She wants to say, but her words are interrupted as the elevator a little further opens with a ding.

She's not familiar with who the man that walked out of the elevator is but she supposed he was the last person they were supposed to bump into right now as Jimin's seemed to be panicking.

He looks around and spots an empty photocopy room. "Here," he whispers, pulling her into the room with him.

Trapped between his arms as they clutch the wall on either side of her head, she glances at him. "Hopefully he walks past here," he remarks, peering out the door.

"Who—was that?" Ryuna asks airily, not liking how close they were to each other.

Turning his head to her, Jimin realizes that they were indeed too close to each other.

He takes a step back, shoves his hands into his pockets and clears his throat, "dad's secretary."

She nods slowly, "I see."

"Is he gone?" She asks after a while.

"Yeah," he responds, glancing outside.

"We should get going. They'll be here soon," he remarks, walking out of the room.

Ryuna lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and glances down at the phone that was still in her hold. Now ringing with the name 'Iseul' across the screen.

Her gaze falls upon the contact picture set of the said woman.

'So that's her,' she concludes once seeing the picture set of her, which Ryuna assumes to be taken by Jimin himself.

"Jimin, your phone," Ryuna says quietly, handing over his phone to him.

"Oh," he responds, taking the phone. "Would you mind if I answer this?"

"Of course not," Ryuna looks away, leaving both of them to wonder when these formalities and this thick awkward tension formed between them.

"Hey," Jimin says over the phone.

Ryuna attempts to distract herself while the inaudible feminine voice replies to Jimin.

"On Friday?" Jimin asks.

"Tomorrow can work too, mom asked me to make sure one of those days work with you," Ryuna hears her tell Jimin.

"I'm fine with Friday, I'm taking a day off either way," Jimin counters. "You're home after twelve right? I can pick you up."

"That works," Iseul confirms through the phone.

"I'll see you tomorrow then? I hope you remembered" Jimin questions, chuckling.

"Of course I remembered," Iseul says from the other side, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye," Jimin puts an end to the conversation and shoves his phone back into the pocket of his gray slacks.

"Sorry, that was..." Jimin trails off, not knowing how to explain Iseul's identity to Ryuna.

"Your fiancée," Ryuna concludes with a smile.

"Yeah," Jimin breathes out, "fiancée," the word seeming foreign to him. Another silence washing over the two of them momentarily.

"Uhm—I think that's their car, we should probably get going," Ryuna breaks the silence, motioning towards the blue Maserati inching near the entrance of the company.

"Right," Jimin says, suddenly coming to his senses and remembering why they were there to begin with.

"So, I'm assuming that your date went horribly," Taehyung snickers.

"No shit, Taehyung," you scoff.

"Can't have been worse than Kayden though, he was a whole nightmare," Taehyung retorts.

"Okay be serious now, Kayden was not that bad," you speak in defense of your ex-boyfriend. You admit he was slightly slow when it came to relationships, but he was a good man and definitely not the kind of person Taehyung was trying to paint him as—especially knowing the fact that he's dated women far, far worse than Kayden who was trying his best.

"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Keep defending him."

"Don't make me bring up Hazel," you counter.

Taehyung gasps, "Is that supposed to be offensive? Hazel was—

"A wretched witch, that's what she was," you finish his sentence for him. It's been years and you know Taehyung won't admit Hazel for what she was but that didn't stop you from praying that perhaps one day Taehyung would realize the toxicity that woman had spread through his life throughout the course of their relationship.

"She was not," he says in the same defensive tone you'd spoken in a few minutes prior.

"Yeah right. She was probably the most manipulative woman I've ever met," you argue.

"Name one thing she's done that would make you say that," Taehyung says in a demanding tone.

"One?" You laugh, "I can name five."

"Oh yeah? Go ahead, I'm listening," Taehyung challenges.

"She asked you for money at any given moment. Never paid for anything when you two went out. Didn't care about you at all, I only ever saw you running after her. Was extremely possessive of you, she fucking tore my dress and pretended it was an accident because apparently I'm too close to you for a best friend. And may I add she was manipulative as hell, and the funny part is that you still don't realize it. Oh, and may I add that she was persistent to have your kids despite you telling her repeatedly that you weren't ready for kids. And, she also forced you into letting her move in with you even though you refused."

You take a breath once you're finished sparing a glare over at Taehyung's direction. "It's a good thing I made you break up with her or else I swear I would've killed her myself."

Taehyung looks disgruntled once you've finished your rant. "Okay..." he says slowly, "but that still doesn't change the fact that Kayden was a lousy boyfriend."

"That's a whole different story, Taehyung," you retort, "he was just a little nervous because it was his first time dating someone, he was trying his best okay?"

"Trying his best," Taehyung laughs, "come on Y/N, you deserve better than to be taken to a McDonald's drive-thru for a date."

"That was a one time thing, Taehyung," you exclaim, "and it was actually sort of cute."

"I'd do better," he mutters under his breath, but you catch on easily.

"You think you could do better?" You challenge.

"I think I could, actually," he says, facing you at the red light, "effortlessly," he says the word in a way which you could make out as him accepting your challenge.

"Renting out a restaurant and all the luxuries doesn't make a good date, nor does it make you a good boyfriend, Kim," you scoff, "what matters is that it comes from the heart."

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses, "I'll show you what makes a good boyfriend when Paris welcomes us with open arms this weekend."

"Oh right, that's this week, isn't it?" You ask Taehyung.

He nods as the car comes to a halt outside the company. "We're supposed to attend together."

"Right," you mumble, not liking the idea of attending the annual business gala with Taehyung as a couple.

"Jimin and Iseul are attending together," Taehyung informs you. "Jihyo said she wanted to come along this time too, since the event is in Paris."

"Well if everyone's planning on going then I suppose I should ask Ryuna if she wants to come along," you ponder.

"Yeah, you should. It'll be a nice little trip," Taehyung smiles. "Well, I'll go get the files, just give me two minutes," Taehyung says to you. "Unless you want to come along."

You think for a moment, "I think I will come along actually." You say with no intention of leaving. You'd been treated to a day off by your father since you'd out half the day either way. You were aware that Taehyung had plenty of work to finish, but what was the fun if you didn't sit and bother him for a while.

It doesn't take long for Taehyung to pull the car into the basement of the high-rise building and for him to escort you out of his car and lead you to the elevator.

You're greeted with a bow by Mrs. Kang outside of Taehyung's office, which you reciprocate happily.

Stepping inside Taehyung's office, you're easily distracted by him unbuttoning his blazer, letting it slip off his shoulders then throwing it on the gray, velvet couch. You watch as he walks over to his desk and skims over a few files and picks them up.

"Let's go," he says, turning his head to your direction, but his eyes are still on the blue file in his grip. By the time he averts his eyes to you, you've already made yourself comfortable on the couch. He gives you a questioning look.

"I think I'm fine here actually," you give him a playful look.

"Okay..." he responds, unable to comprehend your sudden change of plans, but he doesn't question it.

Soon enough Taehyung has made himself busy with work, not bothering to acknowledge your presence in the room.

You've scrolled through Instagram for a good twenty minutes before coming to the conclusion that you're bored. You could go home and watch something, perhaps take a nap. Your gaze then falls upon your best friend, it'd been a while since you'd gotten the opportunity to annoy the crap out of him.

Leaving your phone on the couch, you walk over to his desk, taking a seat in one of the swivel office chairs placed on the other side of his end of the desk.

You internally scoff when he doesn't even bother to look up at you.

"Taehyung, are you almost done? I was thinking we could go watch a movie," you voice your thoughts.

You frown when he doesn't respond, you doubt he'd even heard you. "Taehyung," you say his name again, a little louder this time. He's too engrossed in his work to notice your presence.

"Kim Taehyung," you try a third time, almost shouting.

"Y/N," he clenches his jaw. "I'm busy, can't you see?"

"I can see that," you roll your eyes at the obvious, "which is why I asked when you'd be done."

"Not sure," he responds curtly, "if you need a ride home, I can call my driver."

Calling a driver wasn't a problem, you could've called your own, but you'd appreciate it if Taehyung would drive you home instead. There was just something about his company that you couldn't get enough of, he's like a drug—you just can't get enough of him.

"No, can you drive me home instead?" You ask.

"I said I'm busy Y/N," he repeated a second time.

"And when will you be done?" You repeat the question a second time.

"I told you, I don't know," he gives you a look of distaste. "Don't you have to get back to work?"

You smile, "I took a day off."

"Okay, then go do something. You don't have to stay here all day," he informs you.

"Which is why I asked when you'd be done. We can go watch a movie together," you tell him.

"What part of 'I am busy' do you not understand, Y/N?" He gives you a stern look.

"All of it," you grin.

He runs his tongue through the inside of his cheek, "Y/N, I recommend you go and sit your pretty ass on that couch again, before I make you."

You sigh, "fine, I'll stop bothering you."

You're assuming that a few minutes pass in silence, you continue to stare at the man working diligently before you. Analyzing his every move, the way his eyebrows furrowed at the slightest error in the documents. His fingers gracing the ends of the page before flipping it. The way his eyes narrowed every so slightly while writing an email.

You'd been staring at him in such depth, you didn't realize when several minutes had gone by. He finally speaks, "are you just going to keep watching me like a creep."

You break out of the trance and look at him cluelessly. He chuckles faintly, "is this how you're planning on spending your day off? Go spend some time with Ryuna," he suggests.

"If only I knew where she is," you scoff.

"What do you mean?" He raises a brow.

"She left this morning, said she has to do something. I have no idea," you narrate.

"I see," he hums, "so I'm assuming you're planning on bothering me all day then?"

"No," you say in your defense, getting up from the chair and making way to the large panes of windows behind Taehyung's desk, wanting to admire the view. "I'll keep myself busy," you conclude.

He shrugs in response. "Suit yourself."

City views and skylines have always had your whole heart, you could watch them all day. Right now, however, you were a little more than distracted by the reflection of Taehyung in the window. His ocean deep voice hits your ears as he leans back in his chair, one hand holding up his phone to his ear, mid conversation with god knows who, while he clicked a pen with the other hand. It was only human that the image distracted you.

"That's right," he says on his end of the call, his voice low and raspy.

You watch as he turns ever so slightly, locking eyes with you through the reflection. "'Stop bothering me' huh?" You mutter under your breath.

Turning around, you catch his eye, his lips curl upwards in satisfaction.

"Yes, that will do. Thank you," he says to the latter before hanging up.

"What happened to the whole 'don't bother me, I'm busy' thing?" You ask once he's finished with his call.

"What about it? I was looking outside, it looks like it's about to rain," he says nonchalantly.

"Yeah right," you scoff, perching yourself on an armrest of the black chair Taehyung was already seated on. Proud that you were finally a few inches taller than him briefly.

"Go ahead, do your work. I won't bother you," you say with a teasing smile.

He groans, "Y/N, you're distracting me."

"How, exactly? I can be very helpful," you retort. As if on cue, the black telephone intercom placed on his desk rings. Beating Taehyung to the act, you pick up the call gracefully, "Yes?" You grin sheepishly as Taehyung gives you a death stare.

"Mr. Kim? Yes, he's very busy right now," you say with a frown. "You can let me know, I can pass on the message."

"Y/N," Taehyung warns through gritted teeth.

"Who are you speaking to? I would be Mr. Kim's fi—"

But you're cut off as Taehyung takes the phone from you, giving you a menacing stare.

"I'm right here Mrs. Imai," Taehyung confirms over the phone.

"In an hour?" Taehyung repeats over the phone.

"I will," he affirms his attendance at what you assumed to be a meeting. "Thank you," he says before putting the phone down.

"Are you fucking crazy? What did you drink this morning?" He asks you, you were really testing his patience.

"I was trying to be helpful," you shrug.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, getting up from his chair, and pulling you by your arm.

"I mean, I might've had a little bit to drink at the restaurant. It was just a little bit though," you say with a pout.

"God Y/N, you're really killing me today," he lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not drunk, Taehyung," you scoff, pulling your arm out of his hold, "I'm just trying to make use of my day off and help you."

"You want to help me?" He asks. You nod in response.

"Go get me some tea from downstairs, I have a meeting in an hour," he instructs.

"Why can't you ask Mrs. Choi?" You question.

"You said you wanted to help me, did you not? Besides, Mrs. Choi is out for the afternoon," he tells you.

"Can you come with me?" You plead. You hated going out in public alone, and Taehyung knew that.

His eyes soften, "fine."

But you start to regret asking him to accompany you once he gets started with his endless nagging about you needing to be more careful, all the way to the lobby. "How many times have I told you not to drink so much," Taehyung scolds you as the two of you walk out of the elevator.

He knows you have a low alcohol tolerance (even though you deny the fact every time), which is why he worries for you endlessly when you go out alone or with other friends. Hell, he didn't even leave you alone when you went out with past boyfriends, worrying you'd drink too much and he didn't trust the other men one bit to look after you.

"I didn't drink too much," you whine, "I only had three—or I think four shots of whiskey."

"You what?" He exclaims.

"I needed something to help me cope, that guy was a nightmare," you defend yourself.

"Remind me to never let you go on a date again," Taehyung concludes.

"That would mean we'd have to marry each other, smartass," you remind him.

"That's not a problem if it means I can keep my eyes on you 24/7," he says nonchalantly.

Your mind drifts off to two days ago, 'and now?' His voice still running laps around your mind. You quickly divert your mind to the task at hand, tea, making sure a knowing heat doesn't creep onto your cheeks. Before you know it, you're standing in front of the counter at Starbucks.

"One 'Earl Grey Tea' and one 'Reserve Latte'," Taehyung orders effortlessly, knowing your go-to order.

"I'll pay," he says, pulling out his black card, pushing your hand that gripped your own black card away from the credit card machine.

"Is paying for beverages from Starbucks that cost $15 going to boost your ego?" You question.

"Is it going to bruise yours?" He retorts.

"Not my ego, might bruise my multi-billion dollar net worth though, so be my guest," you say, moving your hand away from the machine, giving him a smug look.

"Maybe the McDonald's drive-thru is the best for you," he mutters under his breath while tapping his card on the machine.

You swat his arm, he laughs as he collects the tray consisting of the two beverages. You were surprised the drinks were made so quickly but presumed it was due to the fact the CEO of the company had made an order.

"What? I thought you said it was cute," Taehyung pushes.

"It was," you conclude, taking your coffee from the tray, not wanting any more discussion on the matter.

"We'll see about that," he mumbles.

Yeah, whatever that meant.

"Yes Mr. Miller, I am well aware," he says lazily over the phone, a black file gripped in one hand and a cell phone in the other, an expression one that someone would make out as annoyance while his secretary followed closely behind him, carrying the man's beige blazer as the two of them stepped into the lobby of Kim Enterprises. The man's brown, mullet length hair blows as the air conditioning of the building hits his face.

He rolls his eyes, listening to the latter bargain from the other side.

"Mr. Miller," he interrupts the man mid sentence, "I am sure you are aware I am out of the country."

He scoffs at hearing the man respond with a 'yes'.

"Well then I'm sure you are also aware that I cannot help you in the matter."

"Yes sir," the man admits his defeat.

"Yes sir," he repeats the words under his breath in annoyance. "Do me a favour and don't call me back until you've paid my father back the amount you owe him, yeah?"

His tone crystal clear, everything about him screamed rich—or perhaps a spoiled only-child, maybe both.

"Y-yes sir," the latter says for a second time.

"Calling my lawyer is as easy as it was for you to call me to come begging at my feet, you hear me? Then you can go plead to the authorities," He runs his tongue through the inside of cheek, scoffing as he hangs up. Once the black iPhone 13 Pro had found its place in the pocket of his light beige slacks that went with the rest of his three piece suit, he turns to face his secretary, "the audacity of that—"

He's cut off by his phone ringing once again. Smiling, he picks up at seeing it's his mother, "yes mom?"

"Did you get there safely?" His mother asks in worry. Her child was 26-years-old yet she couldn't help but worry when he travelled on his own.

"Yes mom," he smiles, "I got here safe."

"Did you eat anything?" She asks, if it was up to her she would even ship a private jet full of food for her son.

"Yes mom, I ate. My love for food is too strong for me to starve for seven hours," he chuckles into the phone.

"Still haven't changed huh?"

The man turns around to face the owner of the voice, scanning his friend from head to toe, "well, well, Park Jimin."

You see Jimin from the corner of your eye but you have no idea why he’s standing in the lobby of the company nor who he’s currently mid conversation with. So you decide not to pay much attention to it, instead focusing on Taehyung and his tea.

"I can't understand how you manage to drink that crap," you make a face while Taehyung takes a sip of his Earl Grey.

He looks offended as he glances in your direction, "I could say the same about that shit," he motions to your latte.

And of course you had to take that personally because you were convinced that lattes were the greatest drinks created, and Taehyung knew that very well.

"Be serious, Taehyung. You only drink that," once again you make a face at his tea, "because you hate coffee."

"And it's a good thing too," he says.

You take a sip of your latte once again, "you're missing out on a whole lot of goodness here."

He gives you a knowing look, "I know."

Friendly (somewhat) arguments with Taehyung were something you'd never skip on, the two of you would always look back at the argument minutes later and laugh at the stupidity. Bullying Taehyung was your hobby, and you knew it was his hobby to bully you. But you put a pause to the discussion at hand once you'd caught a glimpse of Jimin standing near the entrance of the Lobby.

"Why is Jimin standing there?" You think out loud.

"Maybe because he owns the company, doll," Taehyung says in a sarcastic manner.

You want to scowl at the name, but you're too preoccupied at trying to catch a glimpse of the man Jimin was busy talking to. And when you do, it's nothing less of a surprise. You didn't expect to be seeing that face six years after he'd disappeared off to Singapore.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

It couldn’t be him, could it?

"So you're engaged?" Jungkook questions.

"I guess you could say that," you respond, "more like a mutual agreement between both our families."

You, Ryuna, Jimin, Taehyung, and of course Jungkook, were currently seated in the lounge of Jimin's office. At first you had to make a double take, thinking you were seeing things. But it turns out you were right, it had turned out to be Jungkook. He'd just landed from Singapore, Ryuna explained to you, he was here for Jimin's engagement party and wedding.

"And you both agreed to it?" He inquired, surprised at the piece of information. "I always expected Taehyung to marry someone deplorable."

"I'm sorry, what?" Taehyung remarks in disbelief.

Jungkook chuckles. "What I meant is, I thought I'd see you with someone a little... astray from your family's honourable name, disgraceful even might I say. Whereas Y/N is quite the opposite. She's gorgeous, well cultured, well mannered, knowledgeable, there's a reason why they've picked her for you. But I think she's slightly awry of your type." He gives you a small smile. You blush at his endless praise for you.

While Taehyung looks outraged. "Awry of my type? Disgraceful? Deplorable?"

"Maybe add 'uncultured' to that list," Jungkook says in thought.

"What do you know about my type, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks through gritted teeth.

"I think the list of questionable people you've dated says enough," Jungkook says-matter-of-factly.

"The one that only dated you for your money—what was her name again? Hazel," Jimin adds to the conversation.

Taehyung gives Jimin a glare, which Jimin shrugs off with an amused smile.

"Just look at this, Y/N has a day off, but has he taken you anywhere?" Jungkook directs the question to you.

"Pulling him out of work is as hard as lifting a boulder with your bare arms," Ryuna remarks.

"I told him we should go watch a movie," you accuse Taehyung. "But as usual, he's too busy. Speaking of which, you have a meeting in five minutes."

"You've had her memorize your entire schedule?" Jungkook asks in disbelief. "God, you really don't know how to treat a woman right, do you?"

Taehyung seems flabbergasted at the sudden insults being thrown at him from all directions.

"I'll take you out to watch a movie, then we can go have dinner together," Jungkook says to you.

"That's really sweet of you, Jungkook, but you must be exhausted, you should go get some rest," you attempt to decline the offer.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, we can relive some old times," Jungkook argues.

"What old times?" Taehyung snorts.

"Has your memory dried out?" Jungkook snickers, "me and Y/N used to be best friends, two peas in a pod."

"Best friends my foot," Taehyung mutters under his breath.

"Loosen up a bit, yeah?" Jungkook says to Taehyung. "Is he always like this?" The man asks you.

"Basically," you giggle as Taehyung gives you a look of disbelief.

"I'd love for you to join us," Jungkook says to Jimin and Ryuna.

"I actually have to go to a friend's place, so I think I'll pass," Ryuna declines politely.

"And you?" Jungkook motions to Jimin.

"I'm taking Iseul out tonight, so I'll pass," Jimin says. The glance Ryuna gives Jimin doesn't go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook's eyes light up, "now this is how a man should treat his woman," he throws a look to Taehyung, "I'm sure you must be busy too, Park?"

"Indeed," Jimin counters.

"I rest my case. Shall we go, Y/N?" Jungkook concludes. "I hope you still love Mexican cuisine."

"Oh, I love Mexican," you nearly salivate at the mention.

"And triple fudge ice cream for dessert?" He names your favourite flavour of ice cream.

"You still remember?" You ask him, surprised that he remembers small details about your preferences.

"Of course I do," he says as if it's the most obvious thing, "I remember every detail about you." Your cheeks flush a deep red.

"Hyung, tell them I couldn't make it to the meeting," Taehyung says to Jimin before you could respond to Jungkook. "I'm coming with you," he looks at you.

"What happened to you being extremely busy?" You scoff.

"I'm not anymore," he responds. "Shall we go then?" He regards Jungkook.

"Of course," Jungkook responds.

A sudden knock on the door interrupts the conversation. Ryuna looks nervous at the thought of Jimin's parents or grandparents being at the door. Similarly nervous, Jimin walks over to the door and opens it slightly and sighs in relief seeing it's Jihyo. She opens the door wider and lets herself in.

Her gaze falls on Jungkook first, not being able to recognize Ryuna through her attire. "Who's this?" She asks her older brother.

"Jungkook," Jimin answers simply. She gives him a questioning look, having no idea who the latter is.

"And this would be your sister?" Jungkook asks Jimin in doubt. Jimin nods.

"Park Jihyo," she introduces herself to him with a smile.

"Jeon Jungkook," he does the same.

"And that is...?" She looks towards Ryuna.

"Take a closer look," Jimin encourages.

You watch as her eyes widen once she realizes that it's her best friend, "it can't be." She walks over to Ryuna and pulls her into a hug, "I was starting to think I'll never see you again."

"I missed you so much," Ryuna mumbles into the hug.

"Do we still want to go? Or did you change your mind?" Taehyung challenges Jungkook while Jihyo and Ryuna were busy with their reunion.

"Oh yeah, of course," Jungkook grins, escorting you out of the office which has Taehyung making a face.

"Okay, now tell me the truth, why is he here?" Jihyo asks once the three of you have left. Ryuna and Jimin look at each other hesitantly.

"Oh come on, you don't trust your best friend? And you don't trust your sister?" Ryuna gives them both a look.

Jihyo's eyes light up as Ryuna and Jimin unravel the whole story. Her mouth forms an 'O'. "Why didn't you two tell me beforehand then, I can help too."

"Are you sure about that?" Jimin raises his brow, doubting his sister's abilities.

"Oh I'll do wonders."

"That's wonderful," you tell Jungkook in the car.

"You think so?" Jungkook asks, his tone slightly teasing.

"Of course it is, how many people win a nation scale award for their outstanding achievements?" You boast. Taehyung clears his throat at your remark, you don't pay him any attention.

"How long are you in Seoul for?" You interrogated Jungkook.

"I'm staying for Jimin's engagement party, not so sure if I'll stay for the wedding," Jungkook answers.

"Oh come on," you whine, "stay for the wedding, it'll be fun if you stay. And that reminds me, you're coming to the annual gala right? We're all leaving on Saturday."

"I mean, I wasn't planning on attending this year," he says.

"Everyone's going, me, Taehyung, Jimin, Iseul, Jihyo and I'm sure I can convince Ryuna to come along. It'll be fun if you come too," you place your hand on his bicep, hoping he'd agree.

"If he says he can't come Y/N, I don't think you should pressure him," Taehyung says to you, pulling you away from Jungkook's close proximity.

"But if Y/N wants me to come, I think I'll come along," Jungkook concludes.

Taehyung almost scoffs from beside you.

"Perfect," you exclaim, "it'll be so much fun since everyone's going together. Right Taehyung?" You turn to face your best friend.

"Yeah, real fun," he responds, no sign of enthusiasm in his voice.

Before you could continue your conversation with Jungkook the car comes to a halt and the driver announces that you've arrived.

Doors of both sides of the back door fling open, one of the side Taehyung had been sitting at and the other of the side Jungkook had been sitting at. While you, sitting in the middle, were being offered hands by both men, meaning to help you down.

Before you could be given the chance to choose (which would've been painful regardless), Jungkook's phone rings. He politely excuses himself.

Your eyes find Taehyung's, his hand still outstretched for you to grab onto. Placing your dainty hand in his larger hand, his grasp on you is tight, and protective as he helps you down from the black Mercedes.

You could almost laugh at how protective Taehyung was about every little thing you did, whether that be helping you down the car, or you going out alone. He'd give you a statutory warning for every little thing you did.

"Are you going to be alright? Do you want me to come with you?" You hear Taehyung's worried voice over the phone.

Out of context, hearing his words anyone would probably think you were about to perform a dangerous stunt.

"Taehyung, I'm going to the gas station. Take a breather," you sigh.

"It's way too late for you to be going out to the gas station, alone," he says to you, rubbing his temple.

"It's only eleven, it's not too late. I'll be fine," you argue.

It was one of those days you'd stayed in at the company much later than usual to finish up stuff. As you were leaving you'd remembered that your BMW was running low on fuel and it was way too late to call your driver. He had a family too, you didn't want to bother him at this hour.

It wasn't as big of a deal as Taehyung was making it out to be, all you had to do was go to the gas station.

"Are you going to the one that's closest to the company?" He inquires.

"Yeah," you answer.

"Okay," he says before going quiet, though he doesn't hang up. And you know he won't until you've gotten home and told him you've safely gotten home.

That's Taehyung for you.

As you pull into the curb of the gas station, you see that there are a few cars here and there, not many. You park your car at one of the premium fuel stations, disconnecting your phone from your car's bluetooth, you walk out.

You finally hear shuffling from Taehyung's end of the call, and he speaks, "I have to say, that brown two piece looks great on you."

Your eyes widen, "you're joking."

But he wasn't, you turn around to see Taehyung standing right there, in a white Celine t-shirt and black sweatpants.

You hang up and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"Tell me you didn't just drive all the way here because of me." Your face still buried in his chest.

"Well, maybe my own vehicle was in need of some fuel," he retorts, his hands stroking your back out of instinct. 

"You're fucking crazy, you know?" You laugh.

"I know," he smiles.

"You worry about me too much," you huff. "I'm not a child anymore, Taehyung."

"You're still a child, what do you mean?" He says, pulling at your cheeks.

You swat his hand away, "how am I supposed to carry out any simple task in the future if you keep doing this?"

"You won't have to," he says simply, moving you aside to walk over to where the gas cap of your car was located. "Because I'm never leaving you alone."

"We should just get married at this point," you joke, wrapping your arms around his backside.

"You think?" An amused grin on his face at your suggestion. You hum in response.

"Although, I don't think I'd last a day with your annoying ass," you remark.

"Yeah, yeah, heard that one many times, yet you can't deny the fact that you love me," he gives you a look.

"Who says I'm denying it," you scoff. "I just don't want to admit it, Kim Taehyung."

He chuckles in response.

You could almost laugh at the memory from three years ago. It wasn't the first time you and Taehyung had joked about getting married—he was the father of the dolls you used to call your children 24 years ago, it was instinct that you'd carry it with you. However, never had the two of you thought that this on-going joke between the two of you would find its way into your lives in a way neither of you would've ever thought.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Jungkook's voice. "I'm really sorry, something really important came up, I'll have to go."

"Oh, that's completely fine. You should go and clear that up," you reassure him.

"Are you sure? I tried convincing them that I can't come but it seems that it's something really important," guilt dripping from his voice.

"It's not a big deal, really. You should go," you give him a smile, encouraging him to leave.

"Thanks, I really wouldn't have gone if it wasn't something important," he says while making his way to the car once again.

Assuring him that it was no big deal, and that the two of you would be just fine without him, you waved off Jungkook. Then turning your attention to Taehyung.

"Let's go," Taehyung says, motioning to the extravagant movie theatre.

"You mean, let's go back," you correct.

He gives you a look, "where do you think you're going?" He takes a hold of your wrist.

"I'll call my driver, he can drop you off and then drive me home," you tell him.

"And for what reason exactly?" He questions you.

"You have work that you left unfinished because of me, Tae. I didn't mean to bring you here while you were working, if Jungkook didn't force you to then I really would've left after finishing the coffee," you give him an apologetic look.

"If I recall correctly, Jungkook was going to take you. I volunteered to come along," he informs you.

"Okay, but you still have work. So let's go back," you say once again.

"I'm never busy for you. I thought you knew that," he reminds you.

"Taehyung," you whine, already feeling really guilty that he'd left all his pending work to accompany you.

Taehyung gives you a stern look, "are you coming or do you want me to pick you up again." He threatens you.

Mumbling a 'fine', you finally accept your defeat and follow Taehyung inside.

You're confused when Taehyung leads you away from the ticket booth, but instead to a different counter.

"Reservation for Kim Taehyung," he says authoritatively.

You spare him a look of question.

"Oh, Mr. Kim," the young woman greets him enthusiastically, "you're here early, but your reservation is ready." She informs him. "Room number five on the right."

"Thank you," he says, flashing the woman a charming smile.

"He's so fine," you hear the woman squeal to her co-worker as you follow Taehyung's lead to the instructed 'room'.

"Taehyung, what is going on?" You question him.

"You told me you wanted to go see a movie. I texted Mrs. Kang at the time and told her to reserve a room at the movie theatre. I was planning on taking you once I was finished with my work, but it worked out so it's fine," he narrates as if it was as simple as that.

"So, you're telling me that you reserved a room at the movie theatre, because I told you I wanted to watch a movie?" You attempt to comprehend the situation.

He halts in his steps and turns to face you. You try to ignore the faint screams the women at the counter let out at catching a glimpse of Taehyung's face for a second time.

"Yes..." he states as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Are you crazy?" You ask, giving him a look.

"I mean, I may have lost a few brain cells when you threw a ball at my head back in high school," he recalls.

"That was an accident," you groan at the memory. "And besides, you didn't have any brain cells to begin with."

"Ouch," he says sarcastically, holding his left pec.

"You're such a drama queen," you roll your eyes and push him to your reserved room.

The two of you are welcomed in by numerous staff members that wheeled a number of carts loaded with delectable snacks.

You pull Taehyung with you to the seats that would give you the best view and allow the employees to wheel the trays with them. Already presented with a grand selection of snacks to choose from, you decide to focus on the movie first as it starts.

The movie already interests you as soon as it begins and you're quite intrigued by the halfway mark. That's when you notice Taehyung's slumbering head on your shoulder.

You smile to yourself. He really is a big baby.

And that’s led you to having an enjoyable movie experience, all you needed was some food and Taehyung by your side—quite literally.

"So, how was the movie?" Taehyung asks as the two of you walk outside after the movie had finished and you shook Taehyung awake.

"It was great," you respond enthusiastically, "but the food was better."

Taehyung chuckles, knowing your love for food all too well. "Well I hope you still have some room left for dinner. You wanted Mexican?"

Your eyes light up at the mention of Mexican cuisine.

"What am I going to do without you, Taehyung?" You question, mostly to yourself. "What should I do? Shall I marry you?" You give him a teasing look.

A smile makes way onto his gorgeous face and looks you in the eye, "the offer still stands, doll."

"I wouldn't want to torture you in such a treacherous way," you retort.

"Can you imagine that though? Us getting married." An amused grin on Taehyung's face.

A look of disgust is evident on your face which encourages Taehyung to keep going. "Living in the same house, sharing a room, sharing a bed, cooking meals for each other."

"That doesn't sound too bad—especially the 'living in the same house' part," you counter. You still remember how the two of you would always talk about living together in the future while you were kids. Taehyung had even asked you to move in with him after university, but you'd declined.

But Taehyung isn't done yet, "showering together, kissing, making out, having sex, having kids together."

"Shut up," you groan, hitting his arm.

"Can you imagine us making out?" Taehyung snickers.

You suddenly regret considering his words and every image that flashes through your mind.

Taehyung's teasing still doesn't stop. "And having sex—

"Shut up," you cover his mouth, "I did not need that visual," you exclaim.

Finally making it to his Maserati that was now parked outside, you presumed his driver had dropped it off, you're grateful for the silence once you're seated in the passenger seat. Any attempt you were making to unsee the horrid images of you and Taehyung allegedly making out was unsuccessful.

"So, what exactly did you picture?" Taehyung asks after a moment.

If your eyes could kill, they definitely would've slaughtered Taehyung at that moment, "just driving the fucking car."

"Are you sure you don't want me to bring something on Friday?" Jimin asks Iseul, still unsure.

"I'm sure," she smiles, "I think they'll be more than happy to just see you."

"I hope so," he attempts to joke.

"It'll be fine, you don't need to bring anything," Iseul reassures her fiancé as the black Porsche comes to a stop before her apartment complex.

Jimin turns off the engine and makes his way out of the car, walking over to the passenger side of his car, he helps Iseul out of the car.

"Thanks," she says quietly.

There would be many people strolling around in the area as the complex was a closed off and sophisticated area. Hence, Jimin doesn't pay much attention to the inaudible voices he hears nearing them.

"You can stay the night, you know," a man says.

"That would just be too much of a hassle for you, Yoongi," a feminine voice responds, a voice too familiar to Jimin.

Jimin turns around, his eyes catching Ryuna's figure immediately.

Ryuna almost stops in her tracks once her eyes catch Jimin's.

"Ryuna," he says softly.

"Jimin," she follows his actions.

Coming to his senses he remembers of Iseul's presence."This is Iseul. Iseul, this is—um—Ryuna. Y/N's sister."

Ryuna's gaze falls upon the diamond engagement ring wrapped around Iseul's rings finger. "It's great to finally meet you," Ryuna says to the latter, smiling.

"Ryuna, so I guess you really do exist," she smiles widely, "Jimin never stops talking about you."

Ryuna's glances at Jimin, he averts his attention elsewhere. "Oh, does he? Well I hope they're the few nice things about me."

"There are a lot of nice things about you," Jimin doesn't stop himself from saying.

Ryuna clears her throat. "Anyways, Yoongi, this is Jimin."

"I guess it's safe to say I've heard a lot about you too," Yoongi says to Jimin.

Jimin purses his lips, "I see."

"I hope we aren't interrupting anything," Iseul asks cautiously, sensing the tense air.

"Oh, no, no. I was actually just leaving. Although Yoongi was insisting I stay over," Ryuna explains to the two of them. Though Ryuna doesn't miss the piercing stare Jimin had fixated on Yoongi.

"Well, Jimin, you should give her a ride home," Iseul insists.

"If you need a ride home, I can drop you off. I was headed that way either way," Jimin offers, still not looking Ryuna in the eyes.

"It's fine, I'll give you a ride home," Yoongi counters happily.

"It's okay, Yoongi. Jimin's headed that way anyways, I don't want you to make a trip all the way there," Ryuna declines politely.

Once Iseul and Yoongi had gone their respective ways and were out of sight, Ryuna and Jimin were left in each other's company once again.

"Do you need a formal invite?" Jimin asks harshly, motioning towards the open door of the passenger seat of the car.

Ryuna silently seats herself into the car. The silence in the car more than suffocating and insufferable once Jimin had sat himself in the driver's seat and the car was on the road.

"What've been telling her about me?" Ryuna asks, trying to keep the mood light.

"It's nothing bad, don't worry," Jimin keeps his response curt, eyes staying on the road. "Hopefully the same goes for what you've told your boyfriend about me."

"He's not my boyfriend," Ryuna says sharply.

"Doesn't seem like it," Jimin scoffs. "Should've stayed the night if he was asking you to."

"What does it matter to you?" Ryuna retorts, equally as witty.

"That's true, why should it matter to me?" He questions. "I wish it was as easy for me to move on the way it is for you. I hope you know I've dated a number of girls after you left, in hopes of getting you out of my mind. But I wish it was as easy as you make it seem."

"Stop the car," Ryuna demands.

Jimin doesn't pay her any attention, she raises her voice. "Jimin, stop the fucking car."

The car comes to an abrupt halt at the side of the road.

Ryuna doesn't waste any time to open the door and walk out, she had no idea where she was going, but she'd made up her mind—she needed to stay away from Jimin.

She hears the door of Jimin's car open and close, but she doesn't regard it.

Jimin's hand grasps her elbow, preventing her from going any further. "How far do you think you'll go, huh?" He questions angrily. "Do you think I'll just forget about you if you keep running away from me, Ryuna?"

His words prick her like needles, but she can't bring herself to face him, but his next set of words ignite a fire through her. "Was it that easy for you to replace me?"

She turns to face the man and smiles, pulling her phone out of her pocket and turning the screen to him.

Jimin's eyes avert to the lock screen of Ryuna's phone, it was the picture of Jimin she'd taken on the last date they'd gone on before Ryuna left.

"763 days, and not once have I even considered changing this," Ryuna tells him harshly.

"Then why him?" Jimin refers to Yoongi.

"He's a friend, Jimin," she lets out an exasperated sigh, "there's no one else in my heart."

"Other than me?" Jimin questions.

Ryuna looks away. "That shouldn't matter to you. You're getting married soon, it'd be better if you focus on your fiancée."

"But I love you, what am I supposed to do about that?" Jimin looks her in the eyes. "I can't love anyone other than you."

"Then just stop Jimin!" Ryuna's voice comes out in a shout. "Just stop loving me, please. You need her for your own good, not me. I can't give you anything other than heartbreak, Jimin. You deserve better."

"I need you," Jimin replies, the fear of losing her once again in his eyes.

Ryuna shakes her head and smiles at him softly. "You'll learn to love her. You need her, not me."

She backs out of his hold slowly, "get home safely, please."

"Is the ice cream good?" Taehyung asks you.

You were currently sitting in the passenger seat of Taehyung's car, enjoying the cup of ice cream you'd gotten from Baskin Robins.

You hum in response, "it's really good." You bring the pink spoon of ice cream to Taehyung's lips as the car stops at a red light.

He nods once he comprehends the flavours on his tongue, "it is really good."

Taehyung being the angel he was, had not only treated you to the Mexican cuisine you'd been craving all day, but also ice cream as a form of (second) dessert.

By the time the car was standing outside your apartment complex, you had already finished the ice cream. And like every time it comes to you needing to leave Taehyung's company, you feel a pit in your stomach. Maybe you were finally starting to consider the whole living together thing Taehyung had proposed to you years ago.

"I'll see you on Saturday then," he says, a glint of mischief in his eyes, but you disregard that.

"You better wake up on time," you scoff, knowing his habit of never waking up on time when he needed to get somewhere.

"I will, don't worry," he responds with a laugh. "Now go on," he says, motioning you to leave.

You give him a look, he never wants you to leave, "what is with you?"

"Go on, you'll see," he says, giving you a smug look.

You almost laugh in response, but realize he was being serious. You step out of the car skeptically. What on Earth was going on in his mind?

"I'll be a little busy tomorrow, but I'll give you a call," he reassures you.

You grin, "I'll be waiting then." And with that, he drives off, probably with the hopes of you getting home quicker. Why exactly? You had no idea.

Once you step inside your penthouse, you're greeted by the darkness of your foyer, but the faint sound of the TV playing from the living room.

Walking into the living room you see Ryuna on the couch, you weren't sure what she was busy watching but you're more concerned at the fact that she looked as if she'd been crying. But you decide not to startle her.

"You're back early? I expected you to be out longer, you haven't seen Yoongi in a while," you attempt to start a conversation.

"Ah, well, he has work tomorrow so I didn't want to keep him up for too long," she reasons, covering up her obvious sorrow with a light tone. "Oh and, there was a package for you outside the door when I got back."

"Outside the door? That's strange," you ponder, knowing that your packages were always delivered in the mailbox downstairs.

"I don't know, I just put it in your room," Ryuna informs you.

Curious, you decide to go have a look yourself. However, the scene in your room doesn't surprise you to the least, you see a brown box with a large label placed on your bed. Though the curiosity bubbling in you doesn't die down so easily, especially after seeing the box being labeled as 'Handle With Care: Fragile'. Cutting a slit through the gap between the two flaps held together by clear tape, you open the box effortlessly, but it's the contents interior of the box that surprise you.

Wrapped elegantly with white parchment paper and tied together with a black ribbon, you're not sure what you're looking at but you're quickly distracted by the small note placed over the package.

┌─                                                ─┐

Make this dress look gorgeous

on Monday, pretty girl :)

— your Tae

└─                                              ─┘

You're practically speechless, not wanting to believe the insanity of this man. You put the note aside and quickly unwrap the dress. It was safe to say that you're awestruck.

It was a glossy red satin floor length ball gown with an off-the-shoulder V neckline and a rhinestone belt at waistline with the front that came to a close with the Chanel emblem. Your breath is only stolen further when you see the lace up back of the dress.

The thought of Taehyung going out and picking out this dress for you has you blushing like a high schooler. And that can only intensify when your phone dings, indicating a notification and you can just tell that it's Taehyung.

[Tae] hope you like it, doll

This man is really going to drive you insane.

"The meeting with Mr. Anderson at eleven, and the meeting with Mr. Lee at three thirty," you confirm with your secretary once you've looked through your schedule for the day. "And what about the meeting with Mrs. Johnson that I had scheduled for today at five?"

You watch as she averts her gaze elsewhere. "Um—Mr. Y/L/N had informed me that he wants your schedule cleared after five. I have rescheduled the meeting with Mrs. Johnson for tomorrow at ten."

You let out an exasperated sigh, this was getting way too out of hand. "You did not consult me on the matter," you interrogate your now terrified looking secretary.

It takes you a moment to realize that there was no point in questioning your secretary when you should be questioning your father. "You know what? You can go, I'll have to talk to my father, actually."

Relief washes over your secretary as she doesn't waste a moment to take a leave from your office.

You immediately press on your father's contact and spare him a call. You understand that you'd agreed to this but it doesn't change the fact that you hated when people interfered with your work—he could've at least discussed it with you.

It only took for him to pick up your call for you to go off on your father. "Dad, you could've at least talked to me before telling my secretary to clear off my schedule for the evening. You know how important that meeting is, if I had settled matters during the meeting today I wouldn't have to push things till the end of the week. I have to leave on Saturday, you know that."

Your father lets you take a breath before responding to your rant. "Are you done? Can I speak now?"

You mumble a 'yes' and he proceeds.

"The date is at six, your schedule would've been too tight after the meeting, and you would've needed time to get ready which is why I told your secretary to clear off your schedule for the evening."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "but you could've talked to me first, dad."

"Y/N," he coaxes you. "It's just one evening, you'll be fine. And trust me, you will not need to go on dates after this one—you won't want to."

The clear confidence in his voice terrifies you, "dad, you're scaring me."

He laughs at your confession. "He's the only son of a good friend of mine. I'm sure you'll love him."

"Right..." you respond slowly, not knowing how to take the information. The only son of a good friend of your father's, should be a catch.

"Is Mr. Park in his office?" Taehyung asks Mrs. Choi.

"I believe so. I was told he was to attend a meeting this morning, he should be back by now," the woman informs Taehyung.

Taehyung leans back on his chair, still scanning the document in his hand thoroughly. "Please find out, and let him know there is something I'd like to discuss with him regarding the acquisition of Rkive."

"Yes, Mr. Kim," she replies, bowing at Taehyung and taking her leave from his office.

Taehyung was a busy man, there was no doubt about that, but his schedule was pretty much insane these next few days. The next few minutes pass in silence as he reviews a few documents waiting for Jimin's pressense to fill his office.

"You called for me?" Jimin's voice resounds in Taehyung's office, he looks up from the paper he was reading through.

"Yeah, needed to talk about the deal with Rkive," Taehyung informs him.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Jimin interrogates.

"No, just needed to make sure you went through everything before I finalize the purchase agreement. I've secured the financing already," Taehyung says to Jimin, handing him a file.

Jimin skims through the file, "I've looked through these already, you can move forward with the agreement. Send me the documents once you've finished the statement, I'll sign them."

"Okay then, I'll let Namjoon know that we're on the final stages of the documentation," Taehyung concludes before he's distracted by a series of notifications showing up on his phone's screen.

"Y/N?" Jimin questions, not sparing a glance at Taehyung's phone.

"Shouldn't concern you," Taehyung seethes at his cousin.

"Ouch," Jimin says ironically, looking away and letting Taehyung text you back. Not that it was anything personal.

[Y/N] Dad really isn't letting me breath

[Y/N] Set me up for another date

[Y/N] Apparently some son of his friends'

[Y/N] He says I'll love him

[Y/N] And that I won't need to go on another date after him

Jimin glances at Taehyung at hearing him scoff under his breath, "what happened?"

"Her dad's sending her on another date. Some son of his friend, and he claims that she'll love him, that she won't need to go on another date after him," Taehyung narrates to Jimin.

He hums in response, "I see. And why exactly has that gotten you so worked up?"

Taehyung shoots a glare in Jimin's direction, "I happen to be her best friend, Mr. Park." He says through gritted teeth.

"You act more like her boyfriend though," Jimin mutters under his breath, although it was loud enough for Taehyung to hear. But before Taehyung could respond, the latter quickly changes the topic. "Anyways, you said she's going on a date with a son of one of her dad's friends."

"Didn't I just say that, genius?" Taehyung grimaces, though Jimin ignores the comment.

"That's strange because Jungkook was telling me, his dad set him up for a blind date. And—correct me if I'm mistaken—Y/N's dad and Jungkook's dad are friends."

Taehyung freezes, slowly comprehending the situation, "so you're telling me that Y/N's going on a date with that crackpot?"

"I'm only making assumptions, not that it matters anyways," Jimin addresses casually. "Speaking of Y/N, I heard you bought her a dress for the gala."

"How do you know that?" Taehyung raises his brows.

"I overheard Mrs. Choi and Mrs. Lee talking. Mrs. Choi was saying it was the most gorgeous dress she's ever encountered."

"Now that's a bit of an exaggeration. Yes, I bought the dress for her because it's a great dress but I'm sure she'll make the dress look even better," Taehyung tells Jimin nonchalantly.

"I don't doubt that one bit," Jimin agrees. "And I'm sure she'll look great tonight as well. Jungkook was telling me that his father made a reservation at Pierre Gagnaire, well that would be the case for Y/N if I'm right, but I highly doubt it."

But Taehyung had stopped listening as soon as he'd heard Jimin utter the name 'Pierre Gagnaire'—the most expensive and luxurious restaurant in all of Seoul. Taehyung knew that Jimin was just making assumptions but that didn't stop him from envisioning scenarios of you and Jungkook on a date together, and like Jimin had said, you'd look absolutely stunning.

You looked absolutely stunning. Usually you weren't one for self-praise, but you had to be honest, you really did look gorgeous. What you wore wasn't much, just a black mini dress, though you had to admit, the dress hugged all your curves with perfection. Ryuna had insisted on helping you with your makeup and there was no doubt that she'd done an amazing job. Your plan wasn't to seduce this man on your first date with him, but your father had been quite persistent on the fact that he would be the one for you—and your father wouldn't just say that about anyone, which eventually had you convinced that there was probably something appealing about this mysterious man.

"You look so pretty," Ryuna says, "you'll literally have this man on his knees in seconds."

You give her a look, "yeah, suddenly I don't wanna go."

"Oh shut up, you'll absolutely kill it," Ryuna scoffs, shoving you out the door as you're pulling on your heels. "Good luck," she almost snickers.

"Thanks," you scowl, "I'll definitely be needing it."

You really don't know what to expect once you're there. You don't know who this man is, what he does, all you were given was the venue—which surprised you, Pierre Gagnaire wasn't any small deal.

Curiosity was getting the best of you, you couldn't lie, but you were also extremely nervous.

Once your driver parks your car, you take a breath, preparing yourself for the evening—meeting new people wasn't exactly your forte, which was ironic considering your line of work. Despite your nerves, you get out of the car, straightening your dress, hoping the car ride hasn't formed wrinkles onto your dress.

You've only just started walking towards the restaurant when you see a familiar figure texting someone vigorously while walking towards your own destination.

"Jungkook?" You call out while walking towards him.

He looks at you with surprise. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asks, slowly digesting your attire. "Dressed for someone, are you?

"Well actually, my dad set me up for another date," you tell him.

"Even after yesterday's went horribly?" He questions.

"Yeah, he's quite determined," you joke, making him laugh a little. "And what brings you here?" You counter.

"Actually, my dad wanted me to go on some date as well. A reservation for Jae-eun."

Your eyes widen at his words, "you're my date?"

Jungkook gives you a questioning look, "huh?"

"You're my date, seems like our fathers set us up," you could almost laugh at the situation.

A humoured laugh leaves Jungkook's lips once he's comprehended the situation. "Well I guess this is my chance to make it up to you for leaving yesterday then."

"You do know that this date is supposed to establish our relationship status?" You question, wondering how enthusiastic he'd be about this whole date thing after your confession, but his expression doesn't falter.

"We'll get that figured out too if we need to. Although, you know very well, I'd never turn down a marriage proposal coming from you," his tone comes out somewhere between flirty and teasing.

"I'm being serious," you swat his chest, and you happen to realize how profound the said man looks in a white shirt with the black blazer atop and black slacks to go with it.

"So am I," he makes clear to you, walking you inside the restaurant.

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— as we were [cheating au] ‧₊˚ ongoing ꒱ playlist

» Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⟶ genre : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining

⟶ rating : 18+

⟶ warnings : heavy angst, infidelity au, husband!jk, mentions of divorce, jk being a dumbass, lots of crying & heartbreak.

⟶ current wc ; 46.7k [ updating ]

⟶ cross-posted ; AO3 ᝢ wattpad

⟶ character aesthetics ! ˚₊✩

CHAPTER INDEX ✧₊˚·

➳ #01: once upon a heartbreak [ 8.2k ]

Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

➳ #02: (un)pleasant surprises [ 8.6k ]

You see him again, and this time it comes with some very unpleasant surprises and more lies coming to the surface….

➳ #03: starry nights and ugly fights [ 7.5k ]

You see him again, and someone else comforts you through the pain…

➳ #04: crystals everywhere [ 8.9k ]

You can’t help but feel as if the universe hates your guts….

➳ #05: fake it till you make it [ 13.5k ]

Whenever you think you’re starting to heal and move on, the universe kicks you on the gut, making you go back to where you started.

➳ #06: more than a traitor

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— d r a b b l e s :

soon…..

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the most wonderful time of the year | kth. (m)

➵ summary :  taehyung hasn’t seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friend’s annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend; especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 19k

➵ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we know he’s packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back 😜, mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare

part of ksmutclub’s winter project 2020!, using prompt #7: “did everyone else come with a date?”

➵ a/n : thank you to @getmemyfries​ for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where she’s been all my life 😭, but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

“Are you serious, Jimin?” 

“Very. I don’t know how you didn’t get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.” 

“Did everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didn’t.” 

“And that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?” 

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Lost Cause- Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook comes back to you after his 10 day trip to Busan, and you sense something different about him. 

Word count: 5.1k, cheating au

Warning: cheating, mentions of sex and hand jobs, pregnancy, past trauma, panic attacks, lots of crying, and regret. ANGST.

Notes: this has been in my drafts since November 2021 and is a form of catharsis for my past trauma. Cheating on someone is wrong no matter what reason or person. This is just my opinion on how I would react now since giving another chance is kinda traumatic for me. No offense to people who try again, but it's just my opinion. I apologize if I hurt someone's sentiments through my words. Thank you for reading though hehe~ ily

Today's a special day, Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life was back from his 10-day trip to Busan, courtesy of the company he worked his ass off for. Also, you had an announcement to make. You were pregnant, finally pregnant. After so many tries. You got so happy when the results came but since Jungkook was on a trip, you decided to keep it a secret until he comes back.

Anxiety, excitement, happiness, and maybe fear. What if he does not want the baby right now, with the workload and extra hours? These emotions are giving you a feeling that you are not able to place in your head quite clearly, but as soon as the sound of keys rattling reaches your ears, a smile appears on your face and joy wins the race against every other feeling.

You run towards the gate and hide against the wall that was beside the door giving you a spot big enough to put up your wedding picture frame. As soon as the door opens you jump and whisper a 'boo', which was meant to be adorable but made him gasp and drop his luggage on the floor.

You pick up the phone that he dropped and chuckle, hugging him, you whisper in his ears, "I missed you, baby."

When he doesn't hug you back your body tenses a little bit but before you can pull back he pulls you towards him and buries his head in your neck inhaling your scent. "I missed you too." You listen to him repeat the statement like a mantra, leaning back a little you look into his eyes...

Was he crying?

Noticing his tense behavior, you kiss him, trying to reassure him of your presence. Inhaling his natural scent which was also mixed with a few cigarettes. You frown in the kiss when you realize something is off because of the way he just kept his lips frozen.

Also, the cigarettes were his symptom of stress but you don't pay too much attention to the smoky feeling and kiss him trying to make him relax. The way he was holding you tightly but also with hesitation, 3 years of a relationship along with 2 years of experience in marriage has taught you both to read each other's body language making you a bit worried.

You step back to look at him properly and see that he had dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled as if been run through by his hand many times. He does it again, proving your theory.

He is not making eye contact.

The single drop of tear dropping on his chin tells you something is wrong, his chest heaving as if trying to contain and also let out something. You realize he hasn't even looked at you once.

"Kook?" Hearing your hushed tone, he opens his eyes to look at your face for a second and then look away.

"Are you okay? Is everything okay? Did something happen, baby?" Your questions in a whisper-like voice made him tear up and say a distant 'yeah just missed you so much.' You look at his face that was now focusing on the picture you hung on the wall from your honeymoon trip, the hills in the background of the picture making you smile at the memory of your husband whining like a baby because of the cold.

The picture even has his nose red and all scrunched up while you were posing with a big smile on your face, your chin resting on his shoulder with your hands in his jacket's pocket while you hugged him from the back, fitting into each other like puzzle pieces.

You both look at the picture and almost zone out, then you notice the open door facing the hallways and a light chuckle leaves your mouth, saying sorry for not even letting him in and jumping on him. He shakes his gaze off the painting and rushes to close the door before he takes his shoes off and just tumbles across the entrance.

"You know I ordered a big pizza meal but then canceled it cause I suddenly changed my mind. It amazes me that I can change my mind in 35 seconds.." you scoff at how fast you felt nausea set in your stomach when you ordered the pizza.

Still nervous about how you're gonna tell him everything, you keep on blabbering. "But then I decided to cook some steak which I couldn't, cause I suddenly had a headache, so I decided that you can suggest something and we can order while you showe-- where are you going kook?"

You say in a confused tone when you see him opening the balcony door letting the cool air inside.

"Just need some air, Y/N"

Flinching at how he takes your full name, you realize it must've been your rambling that sent him off to the balcony for air. You feel sorry and walk towards the porch where he just stands and stares at the skyline from above, the sun still setting on the horizon painting the sky a pretty shade of purple mixed with a crimson red.

"I'm sorry if I annoyed you baby, just excited that you are back. You wanna shower first or eat something? You seem tired." He shakes his head at your question rocking your body a bit with his since you have yours attached to his back like a koala.

"Can I get some time alone...please?" You pull back with your eyebrows knitted together at his sudden request that makes you feel something in your stomach making you want to puke. "Um, okay. Take your time.." you step back into the lobby hesitantly when suddenly the puking sensation becomes too real and you run towards the bathroom with a hand clutched over your mouth.

Rushing into the bathroom you fall onto your knees in front of the pot, pouring out almost everything you had this morning. Jungkook comes running after you kneeling down immediately beside you, holding your hair back which you were not doing a good job at.

He rubs your back as you cough and try to breathe at the same time not being able to pay attention to his 'are you okays' or 'hey what happened' or 'it is okay, it's okay I am here.'

When you feel like you have nothing left in you, you sit up a little to flush the remnants of your indigested food into the sewer, falling back against the wall connected to the shower cabinet. Breathing heavily, you try to calm down when you notice a big pair of doe eyes looking at you in concern, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you try getting up.

"I am sorry, you didn't have to help, seriously. You're tired, go take a shower then we can eat something okay?" You speak hoarsely and try to leave the tensed guy's embrace but he stops you, looking at you from top to bottom examining you like a doctor while you turn to use some mouth wash.

"I didn't have to help? You were literally wrenching your gut out, are you even okay?!" He asks you in a terrified voice turning you towards him after you spit out the mouthwash. You, not wanting him to tell him the baby details in front of a toilet pot, lie, hold his face in both of your hands telling him that it was stale fried rice that you had in lunch. Whispering an 'oh', he immediately takes a step away from you and asks you to be careful, adding a little 'please' at the end making your heart swell with love.

You both stand there silent while the tap water runs in the background. Yo Turning it off after some seconds, you break the silence by telling him that he can take shower while you can go order something in the meanwhile.

Walking towards the door, you ask, "Chicken?" he looks at you for a second and whispers a tiny 'yeah'. You smile and lean in to kiss his cheeks telling him not to take too long cause you have to talk about something. "Me too," he says in an almost inaudible voice, giving him a little nod, you walk back into the kitchen.

After a long 32-minute shower, according to your phone clock, he comes out in a black t-shirt and grey jogger combination.  You smile smelling his body wash from 2 feet away and immediately feel comfort seeping into you. hugging him you inhale his natural and soapy scent, running your hand in his damp hair.

"There's my perfect and not so travel-worn husband." You smile at him trying to make eye contact when he suddenly buries his nose in your neck, sniffling and tightening his arms around you, mumbling very inaudible apologies.

You try to pull back to talk to him but he doesn't let you, his body starts shaking as he starts to sob. Your heart picked up its pace as you've never seen him like this and you feel a clench in your heart as if something bad is about to happen.

"Jungkook, hey, what's the matter? Are you okay?" You pull back putting a lot of strength and see how his face is red and his tears are just flowing out. "Hey look at me.." you try to make him face you but he just shuts his eyes trying to face away from your worried ones.

He suddenly sits down on the chair with a thud, slipping from your hold. He clutches his head and keeps on coughing and crying. You try to calm him down with big wide eyes filling with tears as well.

You hear him say things like, 'I fucked up, I fucked up. I am so fucking sorry.' and your heart sinks somewhere you dread it from falling into. You kneel in front of him, taking his hand in yours, pressing short kisses on his tattooed fist.

After insisting a lot you finally make him face you but the expression on his face makes you doubt the curiosity in your heart because you have a very bad feeling about this.

Siting up on your knees coming face to face with him, both of you sniffling, his eyes and his nose all red, lips quivering.

"I love you Jungkook, okay? trust me, tell me what happened, please?" You say softly and the guilt and disgust he felt towards himself made him wanna vomit. How he wanted to just go back in time, to revert the fuck up he did, he ruined everything, everything he built, everything he had in this relationship. The love, the trust, he could see everything breaking including you and your heart.

Not being able to keep his eyes on you, he looks down at his lap and you have a feeling you're not gonna like his next words. Tightening his hold on your hands he said,

I cheated on you.

The silence between you two, after hearing the words come out of his mouth, was deafening. You can't even hear your heartbeats, did it stop? was this a dream? A nightmare if precisely termed, if yes you want out of it. You feel the air in your lungs escaping and a panic setting inside you.

"It happened just once, I am sorry. I don't know why I did it. I am really sorry. I don't know what to do.." he keeps going on and on but nothing reaches you.

There is this ringing in your ear that doesn't seem to stop and after a good 1 or 2 minutes of looking blankly at the body shaking and sobbing in front of you, you realize that you went blank. then the realization hit and you felt all alone in the room with silence, slow breathing, panic, and the "feeling of a life growing inside you". Questions. A lot of questions, came running at you with knives and swords piercing through your heart.

Why? Were you not enough? Did he fall out of love? What about the baby? Did you do something wrong? Did you gain weight? What about the baby? Were you boring?   Did you cross any limitations on his privacy? What about the baby? Should you have worn more makeup? Should you have gotten that surgery your aunt suggested? Will he leave you? Would you have to beg? Should you beg? What about the baby? Should you tell him? What if he leaves? What will happen to you and the baby?

The unfocused look in your eyes and the loosening grip of your hands made him jolt up in the chair and hold your hands tighter, pulling you towards his body, he left your hands and held you by your shoulders, trying to shake you out of the panic. He can almost read the questions in your eyes.

He wants to explain and give you answers, but he needs you to get back to him for it. Back to the lobby where you were looking into his eyes but not looking at him. you were not with him.

"Y/N. Look at me. Hey, Y/N, focus baby. Talk to me please. Yell at me. Scream. Hit me. Just talk please." He shakes you and your body responds with a limp movement which makes him leave the chair and get down on the floor. The anxiety, the panic, the betrayal, all making your breathing ragged. You want to scream but your body doesn't respond.

You've been cheated a lot of times in your life, many times. Including the one time, a guy used you for a bet to prove to his friends that he can fuck the arrogant nerd. In high school, the bullies of your school had bets on who can smack your ass or grope you in the hallways or in the classroom, forcing you to transfer your school.

Making new friends in the past was never easy for you and since everyone behaved well to you first and then betrayed you, giving you trust issues. So whenever you got serious with a guy, the issues made the relationship difficult ending up with him dumping you or with the infamous cheating.

After 5 and a half years of isolation from friends and love. You finally found Jungkook who proved in every single way that he can be your friend and lover at the same time. That you both can be happy together. Without anyone else. And as of now, if not him, you have no one. This leaves you with another question.

Are you gonna end up lonely in that depressing, dark pit where you cried and cried isolating yourself, wanting to kill yourself, and almost doing it?

The thoughts hit you like a punch in the gut and the amount of shaking Jungkook had you get out of the daze and finally focus on him. Looking at his face you remember everything you guys have done. The kisses, the movies, the cuddles, the teasing, the late-night walks, the crying sessions, the fights, the sex..

Before you can even think about the following genres of your memories, you push him back and clutch your head. Falling forward with your knees still tucked under your thighs, you pull your hair to stop the pain in your head and let out a screech that makes Jungkook sob harder.

He doesn't wanna see you like this, your body shivering, and the way your hands are shaking and your loud cries and wails that he never wanted to be the reason for. He knew your past. He knew every fucking thing. How could he do this to you? He vowed that he will never make you cry, he literally would kill anyone who made you upset.

Now, what should he do with himself?

You gasp as you take in the air, your body falling back as you reach for something on the ground to get support from. Jungkook tries to reach out to you but you yell at him to stay away. You can't stop the pictures in your head of him kissing someone, moaning someone else's name.

"Why?" You ask between sobs, mostly talking to yourself, not actually wanting answers. seeing you like this he cries harder, crawling towards you, trying to hold your hand, you struggle against him, trying to push him again but he pleads in front of you to listen to him explain.

"No!" You scream and push him off. Making him fall back against the floor, and you even stop for a second to check on him if he is hurt.

"Was I not enough for you?! Why did you, out of all the people have to prove that I am not worth putting people's time into?! What am I supposed to do huh?" you kneel in front of his body that was hesitant to reach out but wanted to comfort your panicked state. "You tell me Kook...Do you expect me to forgive you? Or do you expect me to trust you again and just forget that this.." you move your pointer finger towards both of your chests, "..ever happened?"

Getting up you get a dizzy feeling in your head and you can feel the room spinning. You lean against the kitchen counter, tears still flowing. You look at him who was getting up to sit on the chair still looking down at the floor. Suddenly you can't breathe without asking him the questions in your mind, you wanted to know, Why? Who? Where?

"Who was she?" You ask not able to hide the little crack in your voice as you looked at your husband, who promised to love you. Forever.

"She was the manager in the club I went to celebrate with hyungs." He speaks up without hesitation knowing that he owes an explanation.

That easy? Was it that easy to forget about you and fuck another girl?

"What was her nam- actually no I don't wanna know..." you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of knowing her name, so after a pause, you got the courage to ask him, "Did you fuck her?" He looked at you flinching at the choice of your words.

"No." He said looking away tears still flowing. Before you could ask further, he explained himself. "I didn't fuck her, Y/N. Does it matter what we did? I am really sorry Y/N, please look at me." He said as he stood up to walk up to you.

You chuckled sarcastically, no humor present in your voice. You looked up and saw guilt in his eyes as he stopped in his way when he heard you let out the half-hearted laugh. It hurts to see him cry but you can't help but feel the pain in your chest overlapping your love. You doubt if you should even tell him about his baby. It was supposed to be a surprise but clearly, your husband had better a surprise planned.

You really want to, but you can't really see a future ahead of you now.

"We. It's such an easy word right kook?" You look at the ground thinking about how he used the word so easily which was supposed to be only his and yours. "We. Us.." You look up at him and say through clenched teeth,

"Yes, It matters Jungkook tell me. What exactly happened? I want to know where exactly I went wrong for you to go seek help somewhere else."

He wanted to protest but you shush him with an adamant 'Tell.Me.Jungkook'.

He looks at his feet and you prepare yourself for the heartbreaking details. "We met-.." Wincing, he looks at you and changes his words "I met her when she came to ask if our group needed something. Namjoon Hyung introduced all of us since she was his old friend. They wanted to celebrate the deal and since she was hyung's friend, we invited her, and I-I don't know what happened but I got really drunk and I just went to wash my face but she j-just grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and.." he started sniffling and you felt your body shake and long, heavy breathes leaving your lungs, eyes squeezed shut, with clenched fists, trying to hear the whole story without breaking down. "She started kissing me and.."

He pauses pleading with you to not let him continue.

"Continue please.." he can hear your heart, your voice, and your demeanor breaking at the same time. "Y/N please.." hearing this, you look at him with eyes that were emotionless, telling him that he fucking owes this much to you.

All the while he was speaking, you were thinking about the baby, the little person who did nothing wrong. Will his or her father leave? You feel your breath slipping away at the thought but you control the urge to scream until he finishes.

"..and then we just gave each other a handjob.." you flinched at the term making your knuckles go white. He sounds so distant, so small, the guilt eating him up.

"Did you cum?" you ask him, eyes shut as if trying to avoid the answers. He sighs and mutters a 'yes'. You inhale sharply trying to gasp for air looking up at the ceiling, "did you make her cum?"

He feels the knot in his throat fighting the food he ate earlier which was trying to come out, guilt and disgust seeping into his veins. This sounds so disgusting and you sound so broken. Your panicked breathing makes him feel pathetic. But after gathering some courage he admits cause he had to answer you.

"..yes." It was supposed to happen if they did that kind of stuff but it made you feel sick to the stomach. You feel the world spin and you wonder if there is a chance that a nightmare could feel so true.

You don't know what comes over you when you call his name softly.

"Jungkook?"

He looks up at you with blurry eyes and you reach up to his hand to hold it against your belly. He looks at you confused for a second but the moment you see him realize, you let his hand slip out of yours and his eyes sparkle for a second, he understands that finally he fulfilled his dream which was to be a father but loses it as soon as he realizes that he fucked up bad and what he did was irreversible, ruining three lives altogether.

Him. You. And the baby.

He steps back as he realizes what he has done. Both of you have been trying for half a year and now, when he finally got the chance to be a father, to be a perfect husband, a chance to help you sit up, feed you, to do stuff for you cause you won't be able to do, since you would be having a big belly, with his baby inside, who will one day hold his hand and call him 'dad', he wanted to help you get through the labor so that he could hold the baby in his arms taking in his or her features while you sleep because you'd be exhausted, a family picture that he imagines being taken in the hospital to get it framed and put on the bedside wall.

What has he done?

You both stay silent after the reveal, the only sound audible was of you sniffing after crying for a time none of you could measure. Your thoughts whirling inside your mind, tiring you, not realizing when you blacked out.

Jungkook heard how your hiccups stopped gradually, making him look upward to see how you passed out and had your head rested on the wall behind you. Your body cold and your face wet with tears. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in, feeling sick when he sees your face and nose red. Black trails on the cheekbones. He tries to rub the smudges off but pulls his hand back when he realizes that he lost his right to do all this.

He places a glass of water on the nightstand which was his daily habit, cause he knows you always wake up at midnight, searching for water with grabby hands almost falling over one time, so he started putting it there every night.

You were his princess whom he liked to spoil even after your complaints of being a spoiled brat because of him, always smiling when he called you his baby. He made sure you didn't have to leave the comfort of your bed. He remembers how you smiled looking at him with your big doe eyes filled with love which were now red because of him.

He turns off the lights of the room to make sure your eyes don't strain while you sleep, since he would not sleep next to you, to help you get your relief by burying your head in his chest to avoid the lights. He lost the privilege.

All these emotions made him feel nauseous but nothing comes up. The feeling sitting inside him as he watches your pale face being lit under the moonlight coming through the gap in the window curtains. He didn't realize how the clock turned from eight in the evening to 01:05, midnight.

He sat on the floor next to your hand, not even daring to touch you trying to think of ways to solve this,  he doesn't want to leave you alone, afraid of you getting up due to a nightmare or morning sickness.

He doesn't want you to be alone.

Not realizing when he fell asleep, but when he wakes up he doesn't find you anywhere in the room, not even in the bathroom. Calling out your name in panic, he runs out to the lobby where he doesn't find you either. He calls for you in taking out his phone to call people who might know where you were, but the cool air from the balcony caressing his face takes him towards you on the balcony.

He rushed towards you and saw how you were crouched down on the floor sipping coffee or tea. It might be tea coz you don't like coffee in the morning. 'It makes me talk bitter all day' you told him once. The memory making him smile.

Walking inside the balcony area, decorated by you as soon as you both moved into the apartment 8 months ago, with plants, wall hangings, colorful pots, and a set of chairs with a little round table for your balcony date nights you had on Saturdays. Sitting down he sees that your eyes are still swollen and he observes you were crying before he woke up. He wants to caress your swollen skin but doesn't, so he just sits across from you on the balcony floor looking at the floor underneath him.

After finishing the tea you keep the empty mug on the floor with a clink and without looking at him, focus still inside the empty vessel, you softly speak, "Kook, I don't know if I can see you, or feel the same way for you as I did before, b-but.. I think our child should be born with both the parents. Still together.." he looks up at you with hopeful eyes at the same moment you do but then you interrupt him with your statement,

"That does not mean that I can forgive you. You lost the place you had in my heart, Jungkook. I am strong. But I am not that strong to let you back in my life or take a chance with you and give our relationship a try. After what happened to me in the past, this was my last straw and I hope you know that I have loved you with everything I had... I still do. But I just... can't."

You feel your heart clench at the way he opens his mouth to say something but closes it the moment you start tearing up. He looks at his lap again, soft sniffles coming from his direction.

You don't want to leave him alone but still, you get up to leave the balcony with Jungkook looking at the floor not able to make eye contact with you.

With your back towards him, you say, "I am going to live at my mom's house for some time until I find an apartment, I dont want to stay here.." looking around you feel your heart sinking as every spot that screams about the time you've spent here.

"...the memories will fucking kill me. I will shift somewhere else after I find the apartment, uh, you can..um, visit whenever you want, as I w-want you to be an equal part of the child's life as I am, just.." he looks up at you with teary eyes at your words, "..don't expect to be a part of my life kookie. It's not easy but I can't risk it. I have to take care of us"

Us. You and the baby. Not the three of you, this realization makes him look away with watery eyes.

Seeing him try to control his breathing you couldn't help but walk back into the balcony to kneel in front of him. Leaning forward, you put your hand on the other side of his face and give a peck on his cheek. He holds your wrist in place so you could not move, you both sniff simultaneously while inhaling the air as if breathing is the most difficult thing in the world.

You feel your heartbreak at the Irony. He used to be your safe space. He helped you breathe.

You put your forehead against his and let his scent get absorbed and engraved in your mind. One last time, your mind tells you. You know you have to be strong. You don't want to live with the anxiety and fear of him cheating on you again. Your past has ruined your trusting instincts and now jungkook just put the cherry on the top.

You mumble a little 'I love you before nudging his nose with yours as he tries to not let you go, but eventually does cause he didn't dare to stop you after doing you so much wrong. You get up to leave when you hear a silent 'I love you too'

You let the tears fall silently as you left the apartment, breaking down as soon as you reach your car. Gripping the steering wheel you see the shiny ring on your finger reflecting the rays coming through the windscreen, towards the plushie sitting on your dashboard he gave you on the first day of your job. The little squishy duck looking at you with pity in its plastic eyes, as it now has witnessed your most happy and the most dreadful ones in approximately 8 months.

Everything was over. You and Jungkook, your perfect fairytale, your perfect family, kids,  the dream you've been dreaming of forever. Just gone. 

Love & Crosses | 02

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, alcohol consumption, subtle (and not so subtle) flirting, angst, (unwanted?) arranged marriage

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 11.7K

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You glance at the plate of appetizers placed neatly before you; deviled eggs, cocktail shrimp and baked potatoes. You decide to start with the shrimp first as you disliked eggs to a high extent.

The table's full of clatter and chatter as everyone digs into their plates and engages in conversations with each other.

"Did you try the eggs?" Taehyung asks you. You look down at the untouched eggs on your plate. "Taehyung, you know I hate eggs."

"Just try them, they're really good," he insists, but you frown, refusing once again. "Come on, just try it once," he says, bringing a small piece of the egg in between his chopsticks.

"Taehyung, no," you whine. But he pretends to not hear your protests and instead brings the chopsticks to your closed mouth.

"Y/N," he tries to say in his intimidating voice, but you knew better than to fall for that.

You keep your mouth closed and shut your eyes in disgust. But he places his hand on your jaw, "it's just a little, come on Y/N," he pouts. And you finally decide to give in, not being able to resist his pleads and his pout. You place your hand over his hand as he guides the egg into your mouth.

"Isn't it good?" he asks, watching you chew on it skeptically.

"It's actually pretty good," you admit, looking at him with bright eyes. He smiles. "See, I told you. I'm always right."

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes.

"Aren't they absolutely adorable?" Taehyung's mother, who'd been watching the scene unfold before her eyes, tells her husband.

Taehyung's father smiles, watching Taehyung feed you another egg as you give into his protests to let him feed you—more like baby you. "They're truly a match made in heaven, dad's right," Taehyung's father responds.

"Seokjin is coming next week," Taehyung's grandfather declares to everyone.

Taehyung looks up from his plate at the mention of his older brother. "Next week? He didn't tell me."

"It was last minute," Taehyung's father informs his younger son. Taehyung nods in understanding.

"He's staying for a few months," Taehyung's mother adds.

"For Jiminie's engagement party in two weeks—and yours next month." Taehyung freezes, looking at his mother in bewilderment, not wanting to believe the words that had just come out of her mouth.

But before he can say anything, his grandfather speaks, "I've arranged Jimin's wedding for next month."

Jimin doesn't flinch at the statement, clearly visible that he'd been informed of this already. Instead, he keeps his head low, and continues to eat the little food that had remained on his plate.

"And yours Taehyung, two weeks after Jimin's," he finishes.

"What engagement? What wedding? I don't know anything about this," Taehyung says in outrage.

You were feeling a little overwhelmed with everything being discussed at the dinner table, but none of it concerned you, so you decided to listen with a low head, using your chopsticks to play with the lone egg on your plate which you didn't want to eat.

But perhaps you had spoken too soon.

"You and Y/N are to be wedded, have you not been informed of this matter?" Taehyung's grandfather asks with raised brows.

Your eyes widen, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Me and Y/N, marri—what?" Taehyung manages to choke out.

"Ah," your grandfather says airily, "I believe they haven't been told of the matter, Dohyun."

"Nothing to worry about," Taehyung's grandfather responds with a chuckle, "they know of it now."

"Of course," your grandfather laughs, "I still remember the day we took these two to the playground all those years ago."

"It was the day I'd decided I want to see these two married one day," Taehyung's grandfather smiles back.

You glance desperately at Jihyo and Jimin for any sort of assistance, but the same shocked expressions on their faces.

"Well, I'm glad that's sorted out," your grandmother smiles, "we can move forward with the wedding preparations."

"Oh, Jimin." Jimin's mother calls to him, "don't forget to tell Iseul about Y/N and Taehyung's engagement party."

Jimin looks at her with a faint smile, "yeah mom, don't worry about it."

"Although I'll personally make sure to let the Choi's know about it personally, I think it'll be better for you to tell her about it personally." Jimin nods silently.

Your mouth has already gone dry, but there's no room for protests, not from you, not from Taehyung. Everyone's already moved on from the topic, too busy excitedly planning for both yours and Jimin's wedding.

"Main course dear?" One of your parent's house keepers says from behind you, a plate full of food in her hand.

You nod with a curt smile, not wanting to refuse to the kind woman. But the truth was that you were far from hungry.

"I'm not hungry," Taehyung announces loudly from beside you, "I'll excuse myself."

You glance up at his standing figure, he didn't look back at you. You stare blankly at your plate of untouched food as Taehyung excuses himself.

The corner of your eye catches Jimin as he motions for you to go after him.

"I'Il go get him," you try to say as calmly as you could before excusing yourself from the table.

Your hurried steps follow Taehyung's long strides as he leads you upstairs and walks angrily into one of the many quest rooms of the mansion-like home.

"Taehyung," you call out his name, closing the door of the room behind you. You turn around to see him standing near the middle of the room, his long slender fingers roughly undoing the fourth button of his shirt as he felt suffocated. He was ticked off, looking to the side, giving you a view of his perfect side profile as he toyed with the fifth button of his shirt.

"This is bullshit," he spits, still not looking at you.

And you were feeling the same, but you were trying to stay calm, you knew yelling and screaming wasn't going to do any good. There had to be a reasonable solution to this.

You approach him, having your ways to calm him whenever he was stressed or angry.

"Taehyung," you say his name again, this time softer. You put your hands on his shoulders, but he still refuses to look at you. You move your hands up his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head, slightly massaging his scalp.

"Tae, look at me," you say tenderly.

He finally turns his head and looks into your eyes. "They can't just wake up one day and decide to—and we're supposed to oblige everything they say?" He rambles in outrage.

"I know, I know," you shush him, letting your hands run through his brown locks. You feel his palms rest on your hips, feeling a little relieved that he was feeling slightly relaxed in your hold.

"Yelling isn't going to do any good, Tae," you tell him, "I'll talk to them," you assure him, knowing Taehyung can lose his temper quite easily when talking to his parents about iffy topics.

He doesn't respond, but instead keeps his eyes on you.

You move your hands down his chest, keeping your body close to his, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Are you really not hungry?"

"You want me to eat while they discuss our wedding?" He asks, almost amused, "I might just puke."

You nod, "not exactly appetizing."

"Definitely not," he chuckles.

"And what if we do have to get married? Then what?" You ask him, wanting to know his insight on the situation.

"Then what?" He seems in thought, "then I'll be a form sacrifice from the four billion men in the world, marrying you."

You roll your eyes, earning him a slap to his toned chest, "asshole, I was being serious. We can't get married Tae, do you understand how messed up that is?"

"I know." he let's out an exasperated sigh. "Don't worry, I'll think of something," he gives you a promising look.

At that you smile, "I think we should get going, they're waiting downstairs."

"Do we have to go?" He whines, "just say I fell asleep or something."

"No, Taehyung," you giggle, "my mom already thinks there's something going on between us."

Taehyung sighs, "alright, alright. But I'm not going to eat, I'm really not hungry."

"It's okay, we can skip dinner. I'm not exactly too hungry either."

Finally persuading Taehyung, the two of you walk downstairs. Everyone's eyes flicker to the two of you. You notice your mother giving Taehyung's attire a look; the buttons of his shirt undone, his hair disheveled.

You shift a little uncomfortably on your spot, Taehyung notices this and decides to speak himself.

"I think we'll skip dinner, we're not exactly hungry," Taehyung tells them.

"Oh, alright," his mother gives both of you a soft smile, "let us know if you need anything."

You nod with a small smile, "we'll be upstairs," you refer to the rooftop of the house.

Once everyone's been informed of the new piece of information, you follow Taehyung's lead upstairs. He opens the majestic double doors that initially opened up the path that led to the rooftop of the estate.

You walk into the familiar space. Nostalgia hitting you as memories of your childhood spent in this very home come back to you. And of course, your childhood was incomplete without the presence of the man that stood near the railing of the rooftop, letting the view of the landscapes surrounding the house sink in.

"Remember the foam play tiles we used to play with here," you smile at the memory.

You think back to your childhood days, the foam tiles where you and Taehyung would play all day long those summer days, the miniature sized toy kitchen where both of you would pretend to cook fake food and the pink tent where you'd spend hours in.

You hear Taehyung let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah. We used to play house."

Your smile widens as you reminisce about the old days, "I would be the wife and you..." you trail off, coming to a realization of your words.

"I would be your husband," he lets out a hearty laugh, walking near you and taking a seat next to you on the red outdoor couch.

"And remember that doll—"

"You named her Youngmi," he says with a smile on his face, "she'd be our daughter."

Your face flushes red with embarrassment at the memory, "that's so embarrassing."

He laughs at your flustered state, poking your cheek with his finger, "you loved it back then though," he teases you

"Yeah, well that was back then," you say wearily, hiding your red face from him

His slender fingers find their way onto your chin as he turns your face, having you look into his eyes once again. "What about now?"

Your breath hitches, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with him as you digest his question. "Tae, I—"

"I know he's angry." Jimin's voice fills the area as the door opens and closes, allowing Jimin and Jihyo to let themselves in.

"What now?" Jihyo asks her brother. Jimin sighs in response, having no answer to his sister's question. Instead he looks over to you and Taehyung sitting on the couch, both your eyes now on the two that had entered.

You tuck a loose hair strand behind your ear, your face looks flushed as you try to bring your mind away the conversation that had just occurred between you and Taehyung.

Jihyo nonchalantly walks over to both of you and sits in between the two of you,

Taehyung doesn't hesitate to get up and walk over to Jimin, having a lot to converse about with the elder.

"Here," Jihyo says, handing over a delicate glass of red wine to you. You look over to her, trying to seem as relaxed as you could, gladly taking the glass of wine from her.

"Had a feeling you'd be in need of that," she chuckles.

"Desperately," you point out, a smile on your face.

The next hour passes as a breeze, you sip on your wine while talking to Jihyo about Jimin's engagement and your own dreaded engagement.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll understand if you talk to them," Jihyo says with an encouraging smile, but you could see right through her. You both knew this was a long shot, the chances of them calling off the whole marriage thing at your pleads—the chances were low, very low.

"We should get going," Taehyung says to you after a while, "you said you needed to go to the company tomorrow morning?"

"Oh yeah, I needed to finish off some work, I'll be done before noon though," you let him know.

He nods in response, "let's go then, I'll drop you home."

You get up at this, ready to leave. Jimin and Jihyo find no reason to stay behind, so they decide to leave with you two.

All four of you walk downstairs, engaging in light conversations with each other.

The set of adults who were way too engulfed in deep conversation with each other look up to our direction in question. "I think we'll get going," you say softly, "I've got some work to finish off tomorrow."

Your grandmother smiles, "that's alright, it's getting quite late, you should get going." You nod politely.

"Taehyung," you hear Taehyung's mother calling out to her son that stood next to you.

"Yes mom?" You notice how he visibly tenses slightly.

She points to the other room and motions for Taehyung to follow her, "I need to talk to you." Taehyung lets out an inaudible sigh and follows his mother into the next room.

You take the opportunity to get to the foyer of the house and put on your shoes while Taehyung's gone.

Your own mother and Taehyung's grandmother follow behind you to see you off, you feel a sense of nervousness.

"Dear," Taehyung's grandmother says softly, "I know all this is happening a little quickly, but I hope you know we've made this decision for your own good."

You sigh and turn around to face her, you give her a smile and squeeze her hands, "I know that, you guys wouldn't want anything but the best for us. But, me and Taehyung, we're nowhere near a fit for each other."

"I know it seems that way to you Y/N-ie," she starts, "but believe me, Taehyung is a very softhearted boy and you know that. He can never be comfortable around someone the way he is with you. And you've known him for all your life, I can't trust his fragile heart with anyone other than you, you know him better than any of us. You are what's best for him, and he is what's best for you. The only thing we wish for is to see all four of you happily settled with a family before we pass way. Trust us on this."

Your smile falters. "I understand ma," you say with a fake smile plastered on your face. You could never refuse your own grandparents let alone Taehyung's, you respected them too much. Even if that meant getting wedded to your best friend. Before your mother could add on to the conversation, you see Taehyung making his way to your direction, he seemed to be clutching something in his fist, but you don't dwell on it too much, wanting to get out of here as fast as you could.

Taehyung notices the discomfort on your face and takes the hint.

"We'll get going now." he announces, pulling on his shoes and swinging the front door open.

He places his hand on your lower back, walking you out. You turn around to see Taehyung's grandmother, your mother and now Taehyung's mother who had joined them, waving at the two of you.

You curtly smile at them and wave back. Then put your attention back to Taehyung, his arm still around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

The ride back to your apartment was long and silent, neither of you spoke a word to each other—not having much to say anyways.

You were too in thought, Taehyung's grandmother's words still ringing in your ears.

It's only a matter of time before his car comes to a halt outside your apartment complex which didn't look much different from his—dripping in luxury.

You hastily unfasten your seatbelt and make your way out of the sleek royal blue sedan.

"Text me when you get home," he says to you.

"Call me when you get home," you counter.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, "alright."

And that's all the words you exchange with each other before you turn around and walk into the building. Taehyung stays and watches until you're out of his sight, then accelerating the way to his own apartment.

As soon as you'd walked to the comfort of your home, you felt a sense of loneliness again. Crazy what the companionship of Taehyung can do to you.

Deciding to get changed, you pull on your pyjamas. Then finally taking the time to drop yourself onto your bed with a sigh. There was so much going on, you could barely keep up. You close your eyes and rest your head on the headboard of the bed, your head was already pounding with a headache.

You'd almost fallen asleep before your eyes diverted to your ringing phone lying next to you. The name 'Tae' flashes on your screen and a faint smile makes way onto your face.

You press on the green circular button and answer the call. "You remembered," you lightly chuckle into the call.

"Of course," he says in the same light tone, "I remember every detail regarding you."

"Is that so, Mr. Kim?" You raise a brow.

He hums in response. "That crush you had in second grade. You have a sweet tooth but hate overly sweet foods. You threw up once after having eggs for dinner and you've hated eggs ever since. You want a kiss in the rain with your lover. You want a destination wedding. You want two daughters. You're terrified of any sort of insects except butterflies. Your ideal type in a man is someone who has personality, is charming, would love you for yourself, understand you, and of course has good looks. You need someone to clutch onto when you're on an escalator because you are scared shitless of escalators. You cried back in grade six because you got a 'D' on your math test for the first—and last, may I add, time. You tend to get jealous very easily and are very possessive. You..."

"What happened, why'd you stop," you say with a grin on your face.

"I thought you fell asleep," he says nonchalantly.

"I haven't fallen asleep," you respond.

"I'Il keep going then; you are down very bad for my voice, you find it extremely sexy—especially my morning voice. You tend to zone out while staring at me. You love when I'm wearing suits, it drives you insane. You—"

"That's about enough," you grumble on your end of the call.

"It's only the truth, tiger," you almost hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks.

"Oh shut up, you'll go real quiet once I start talking," you narrow your eyes.

"Oh really?" He challenges, "go ahead."

You go silent and that's all it takes for him to smile broadly in victory. "Cat got your tongue, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble. 

"Anyways, you'll be done with your work before lunch tomorrow?"

"Most probably," you reply, "why?"

"Jimin asked if you'd be free for lunch tomorrow, apparently he's introducing his fiancée to us."

You feel a tug of excitement at this, you'd be more than happy to meet Jimin's fiancée—the one he's chosen to spend the rest of his life with. You've been hoping that he'd find the one for him sooner or later, you're happy he's finally decided to make this big step.

"Oh yeah, I'll be more than glad," you tell Taehyung.

"Alright, I'll let him know," he tells you.

"So are you planning to come pick me up then, or have you gotten other plans?" You ask him, playing with a lone strand of your hair while you were at it.

"If you're that desperate to see me then why not?" He shrugs.

"Oh please," you scoff, "I am more than capable of getting there on my own."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he retorts in sarcasm.

"Don't be delusional now, I am not dependent on you," you let him know, almost laughing.

"Right, right, of course not," he responds. "Are you planning to pick me up or do you have other plans?" He mocks your voice.

"Good lord, do not do that ever again, you sound like a dying bird," you make a face.

"Yeah right, go to sleep now, you're starting to hear things," he hints that he's about to hang up, you frown. You don't want him to hang up, you miss him already.

"But Taehyung," you whine.

"No buts, it's past your bedtime," he scolds you like a parent would to their child.

"I'm not a child Tae, I'm older than you," you retort.

"Maybe if you acted like it," he mumbles under his breath.

"I can hear you, you know? And you know what? I should act like it. Goodnight Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung laughs on the other side of the call, "I'm joking, I'm joking."

You're silent for a moment before you see an incoming FaceTime from Taehyung. You answer with no hesitation.

The screen of your phone displays the white wall of Taehyung's bedroom and the black headboard of his bed. But most importantly you see him, and his bare collarbones—establishing the fact that he is in-fact shirtless.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Kim?" You ask dramatically.

A lazy grin appears on his god-like face, "wouldn't dream of it, doll."

Ah yes, that name, doll. The name that seven-year-old Taehyung had come up for you, and had never stopped using it since.

You remember his soft little voice from over two decades ago as if it was only yesterday.

"You look like her Y/N!" A small Taehyung exclaims, pointing at your Barbie doll.

An equally small you looks at him in confusion, "huh? I look like Barbie?"

"No," he shakes his head, "you look prettier than her, you look like a doll!"

"A doll?" You laugh.

"Yes, a doll! Because dolls are pretty and you're very, very pretty too. So you're an alive doll."

A living doll.

You smile at Taehyung addressing you by the name.

"When will you stop calling me that?" You question with an amused smile.

"When you'll cease to look drop dead gorgeous, which won't happen, so I'll never stop."

"Oh shut up," you look down, not wanting to give him a hint of the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're the one that got me started," he shrugs.

You lean back and rest your head on the headboard of your bed, closing your eyes. Feeling comforted by the presence of Taehyung—even if it was through a screen. A small smile makes its way onto Taehyung's lips, "you should get some sleep." He says, once again implying that he was about to hang up on you.

"No," you pout, opening your eyes.

"What do you mean, no? It's getting late Y/N, you look tired. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow either way," he insists.

Your pout intensifies, "fine."

Taehyung chuckles on his end of the call, "goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight," you respond with a petty glare, not bothering to mention his name. You stare into the camera as he ends the call with a smile. Throwing your phone onto the bedside table, you lay down, pulling the covers up until your chin, getting comfortable. You sigh at the feeling of warmth as drowsiness takes over you. However, one lone thought stays in your head.

What if...

No, no, that can't be—you can't.

You'd started the day with a grunt once your alarm had woken you with a start at six in the morning. Groaning in annoyance, you start your day—who would willingly want to wake up at six in the morning on a Sunday? But you did. Getting to the company at eight, you'd start off by making yourself a cup of coffee—feeling a headache coming along soon. Partially from staying up late, waking up early and also due to the fact that your hair was put up in a high ponytail for the day.

You'd made sure to make yourself look extra presentable for the day, even if you were running low on sleep, as you were to go meet Jimin's fiancée for the first time today.

Which reminded you that you were to discuss matters regarding your own fiancé with your father later today.

Attempting to finish everything that you were to do before the clock struck twelve, essentially when your father was supposed to come in, was a bit of a hassle, but you had managed to get it done—leaving you more time to get other things finished as well.

It was approximately twelve thirty and there was still no sign of your father, you were definitely going to be late getting to the café where Taehyung, Jimin and Jimin's fiancée were most probably waiting for you.

Finally hearing a knock at the door of your office, you call out a 'come in', allowing your father to enter your work space.

"How's my girl?" He asks cheerfully.

"I'm great dad," you giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't get much time to talk to you yesterday with everyone being there," he apologizes, making his way to your desk and taking a seat in one of the chairs placed before your desk.

"It's fine dad, I can understand, it was a bit all over the place," you respond.

He hums in agreement, "though I hope you got time to talk to Taehyung regarding the matter in depth?"

"About that dad," you take a deep breath, "neither of us want this. We're not ready for marriage let alone getting married to one another. You know how our relationship is dad, there has never been anything romantic between us, we're just really close friends. You can't just wake up one day and tell us you've decided to get us married. You know we could never look at each that way." You glance at your father.

He looks slightly crestfallen, "I can understand Y/N, but you've got to understand where I stand. The Kims have always been very close to us and assisted us through a lot of rough patches. We've got to give back what they've given us somehow, and after what your sister did, even more so. They all really love you, they've always been so fond of you, they want you to be their daughter-in-law."

"They aren't the kind of people to force me into anything. Taehyung wouldn't want that. And it isn't as easy as you make it seem dad," you argue.

"I know Y/N, but you don't need to make it that hard. It's Taehyung," he says to you.

"That's exactly why, dad. Me and Taehyung are just friends, we can't get married," you repeat.

Your father sighs once more, "Y/N, did you know; when Taehyung was born, you were merely a few months old. We took you to the hospital and laid you next to him. Your finger was the first thing he's ever held. Your name was his first word, Y/N. I don't know how much more I need to tell you for you to believe that he is indeed your soulmate."

"Dad, that's all platonic."

"As for you two being friends, I hope you know that your mother and I started off as good friends too," your dad says matter-of-factly.

"That was a whole different story, you had a crush on mom to begin with. Nor do I or Taehyung have romantic feelings for each other," you insist.

"Are you sure about that?" Your father asks, giving you a look.

"Yes dad," you answer in outrage, not knowing what he was trying to imply.

"Fine," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "if you must insist, l'Il give you another option."

Your eyes light up at this.

"Hear me out first," he says, noticing your eagerness, "I'll set up as many blind dates for you as you want, but if you can successfully select a man for yourself that you're willing to marry—I'll break off your engagement with Taehyung. If you fail to do so, you'll agree that Taehyung is the best choice for you and agree to marry him."

You stare at your father, dumbfounded.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Fine," you huff, already exasperated at the idea. But you had no other choice than to agree with it.

Taehyung sat in the brown office chair placed in his study. He still had some time before he was planning on leaving and make his way to the café. He'd decided to get some pending work done, but he'd come to the realization that he really could not focus. The countless papers and files on his desk lay untouched like the opened document on his iMac, instead he sat staring at the diamond ring that lay on his palm. His mother's words from yesterday, when she'd pulled him aside, running laps around his mind.

"Mom, isn't this..." Taehyung glances at the ring his mother had placed in his palm in confusion.

"It's my engagement ring," she smiles fondly, "your father proposed to me with this ring almost thirty years ago. This ring means a lot to me Taehyung-ah. When your father slid this ring onto my ring finger that day, it felt as if the world had just stopped for a moment. And you see this diamond on the ring, this was an heirloom that your great grandmother had given to your father, she'd told him to present that diamond to a loved one, a promise that he'd be by their side for the rest of his life—and your father chose to give it to me."

"But why are you giving it to me?" Taehyung furrows his brows in confusion.

His mother smiles at his clueless state, giving him a little smack on the head, "I know it may seem like things are happening really fast right now, and it may take you a while to realize this, but I just know that Y/N is the one for you—and a mother's instinct is never wrong Taehyung-ah."

"Mom, you know me and Y/N have never had this sort of relationship, we're just friends and you know that," Taehyung stresses.

She only grins in response, Taehyung frowns at this, "you really have no idea huh?" She laughs at her son's innocence. "But either way, I'm not going to force anything on you Taehyung-ah, whether it be Y/N or anyone else, I want you to give this ring to the person you choose to spend your entire life with. And at that moment I'll know that my Taehyungie is all grown up now," she says, bringing herself to place a small kiss on her son's forehead, tears welling her eyes.

Taehyung pulls his mother into an embrace, laughing at her mother's state, "why are you crying mom?"

"Just getting a little emotional, my baby is getting married," she sniffles, pulling away from her son's arms.

A small laugh escapes Taehyung, "Mom you just said, whether it be Y/N or anyone else, and you're already planning my wedding with her."

"You know it's always up to you, if this is something you don't want then we won't force you into anything Taehyung," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I know mom, there's just a lot to think about," Taehyung sighs, "but I'll keep this in mind," he looks at the ring in the fist of his palm.

Taehyung takes the ring and puts it back into the blue velvet box, then placing it carefully in his drawer and locking it. Sparing a glance at a framed picture on his desk, he smiles.

Finishing off some outstanding work once your father had left you to the vicinity of your office—there was no doubt that you were running late for your meeting at the cafe. And the traffic that lined the busy streets of Seoul clearly wasn't helping. Hurriedly you make your way into the cafe where you had been instructed to meet Taehyung and Jimin. You hastily check the time on the Apple Watch that adorns your wrist. It was already 1:40 p.m, you were late, late.

Skimming through the unfamiliar heads that were scattered across the posh café, you try to find two familiar heads-at which you succeed in once your eyes lock with Taehyung's eyes. He shakes his head, tapping a finger on the Rolex that wrapped around his wrist. You slouch a little in guilt, mouthing a 'sorry'. You walk to where you see Taehyung seated with Jimin and as you walk closer—you're revealed to a gorgeous woman sitting opposite of Taehyung on the circular glass table.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," you apologize, adjusting the white blazer that hung from your arm.

"It's fine, we were running late too, we only got here a few minutes ago," Jimin reassures you.

You glare at Taehyung for making you think you were late, he gives you a smug look.

Turning away from Taehyung you move your attention to Jimin.

"Iseul, this is Y/N," he introduces you to the said woman as she smiles. "Y/N, this is Iseul, my fiancée."

She really was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, you had to say. You smile at her, extending your hand for a handshake, she reciprocates your smile, gladly taking your hand into her own.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you say to her.

"Tone down the formal tone a little, maybe Ms. Y/L/N," Taehyung almost laughs at your professional tone while talking to Iseul.

You roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, it's a habit, what can I say?"

Finally allowing yourself to take the empty seat next to Iseul, you decide to engage in a conversation with the woman, while the two brothers sitting across you continue to talk about whatever business talk they were engrossed in.

Throughout the course of a twenty minute conversation with the woman, you learn a lot about her. She's not only kind and well mannered but also highly educated, currently still studying to receive her M.D to become a neurosurgeon. Her family is very well off, her grandfather was in possession of a hospital and left that for her father before passing away. Both her parents are in the medical field and earn quite high paying salaries. You have a faint memory of her parents now that you think of it, you've seen them a few times at parties and events arranged by Taehyung and Jimin's parents—establishing the fact that they probably knew them fairly well. And considering that their daughter was this appealing, it made sense that they choose her for Jimin, and that Jimin agreed to it most importantly.

"I hope Jimin is treating you well," you say lightly, attempting to joke about the topic.

"He really is very kind, really kind," she looks away, the small smile on Iseul's face fades as she speaks the words, guilt filling her brown eyes.

It all must be hard for her, you can understand how she feels—after all, you're going through the same, and she could possibly be going through worse and you wouldn't know of it.

"I know Jimin very well, he's like a brother to me," you give her an encouraging smile. "He'll keep you happy, I'm sure of it. And if he doesn't, all you have to do is let me know," you smile.

Iseul laughs, "thank you, but I'm sure that won't be needed."

"I hope not," you chuckle.

"Yah, are you doubting me Y/N? I hope you know I am very boyfriend material, husband material even more so if you ask me." Jimin boasts.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," you snicker.

Jimin furrows his brows, making your grin broaden. Looks like you'd ended up hurting his pride, "what is that supposed to mean, I treated Ryuna..." Jimin's gaze drops as his words trail off, leaving the statement hanging.

The playful smile on your face no more. A thick fog of silence falls over the table. Finally mustering up the courage to break the silence, you speak, "why don't you all come over to my place tonight, I can order something."

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll have to run an errand at the hospital later today, I'm not sure if I'll make it in time," Iseul frowns a little.

"It's fine, some other time then?" You smile.

"Of course." she reassures. "I should get going then, I need to get to the hospital, I think I'm running a little late."

"I'Il drop you off," Jimin offers, getting up from his seat.

"It's fine." Iseul smiles, "l'Il call my driver."

"'I'll call my driver," Jimin insists, "if you don't want me to drop you off."

She chuckles, "It's fine Jimin, really."

"But it's not," he says, "let me be a good fiancé."

You look up at him, he averts his eyes from yours. But there was no point in hiding from you know, you'd seen right through him. At that moment you wished you could tell him he was a good boyfriend to her, an amazing fiancé and it wasn't his fault that she left. However, now was not the time or place, you both knew that.

"The hospital's on my way home, I'll drop you off," he concludes, no longer asking her.

You watch as Iseul finally gives in, walking with Jimin to his black Porsche, eventually feeling Taehyung's hand at your waist as you watch the couple. "Are you okay?"

You look up at him, "of course," you try to laugh it off, "why would I not be?"

"It's okay Y/N, you don't have to hide it from me," he gives you a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine Taehyung, really," you lather up a fake smile, though the truth was far from that, there was a lot going on in your head and he knew that very well.

"It'll take a little bit more than that to convince me, but if you don't feel like telling me right now it's fine," his eyes give you warmth as you look into them. He peers past you and looks out the window, "should be raining soon, mind giving me a ride home, mine bailed on me for his fiancée."

A giggle breaks past your lips, he smiles in victory, "of course," you tell him.

But before leaving, you'd decided to order yourself a French Vanilla, something you now regret. By the time you'd walked outside with your coffee, it was already raining hard.

"There," You look up to see Taehyung holding up your blazer, serving as an umbrella for you.

You frown, "Taehyung, you'll be drenched by the time we get to the car."

"I'll be fine." he says nonchalantly.

"No, you will not, quote on quote, be fine." you say to him with a piercing stare. "You know well and good that you catch colds really easily. There's an umbrella in the car, I'll go get it."

"I'Il go get it actually," he retorts, handing you your blazer and running off in the direction of your car.

You unlock the car for him from a distance and watch as he rummages around looking for the said umbrella. Finally finding it under the passenger seat, he runs back to you. You don't know if you want to slap him or hug as you watch him run back to you in the pouring rain with a closed umbrella. Your best friend really is a dork.

He quickly opens the black umbrella and holds it over you. You grab his arm and pull him into the umbrella. "You're actually crazy, you know that?" You sigh as the two of you walk to your car.

"Guilty as charged," he laughs.

Once in the car, it only starts raining harder. You let your pearly white blazer, that was now drenched, lie on the back seat, then get into the passenger seat.

"I can drive," you let Taehyung know, but he was already in the driver's seat.

"You hate driving in the rain," Taehyung states, pulling the car out of the parking lot. You admire the state of Seoul city as the car drives off, you'd always loved rainy days, they calmed you.

"Jimin isn't a child Y/N, he's thirty," Taehyung starts slowly. "He's going to have to learn to take responsibility, he has a fiancée, he'll get married soon—

"What's the point of all that if he's only doing it for the sake of forgetting her. There's only so far he can get if she's still the predominant thought in his mind," you counter. "I worry for him, which is why I want him to move on. He deserves better, and that better is just before his eyes," you refer to Iseul, "he just needs to embrace it."

"It's not like he isn't trying Y/N, he just needs some time, you can't expect him to just forget about her. He still loves her," Taehyung sighs.

"I know he does. He's gone through two girlfriends to try and divert his mind but broke up with both of them," you frown. "I just hope this works for him."

"Anyways, on a lighter note," you attempt to change the topic at the tense atmosphere in the car that almost seemed suffocating. "I talked to my dad."

"And?" Taehyung questions.

"He's willing to call off the engagement if I'm capable of finding another man I'm wiling to marry," you break the news to Taehyung.

He doesn't say anything for a minute but as the traffic signal ahead turns from yellow to red and the car comes to a halt, he turns to you. "Are you really willing to marry another man for the sake of not having to marry me?"

You give him a look, "what is that supposed to mean?"

He smiles, looking away, "just making sure, that way I can start setting up some dates for you."

You scowl, "oh please, I am not going on a date with any of those weird friends of yours."

"You're only insulting yourself, doll," he snickers.

"I am, in fact, the only sane and normal person in our friend group," you roll your eyes.

"Keep telling yourself that and perhaps you'll become the most sane and normal person in our friend group eventually," he teases.

"You should be the last person talking," you retort.

Taehyung chuckles at that, keeping his eyes on the road.

Once the car goes silent again except for the faint music playing into the ambience of your luxury sedan and the light drizzle of the rain that soaked the streets of Seoul, you were only left to wonder what these next few days were to bring for you.

"Tomorrow? Dad, come on, not so quickly, give me some time to breathe," you bargain with your father on the phone.

"You chose to do this to yourself Y/N, so we must execute this quickly," your father sighs. "It's either Taehyung or someone else you know that. Your grandfather has his heart set on getting you married."

"I know dad," you frown. "I'll go tomorrow, just send me location and his phone number."

"Thank you Y/N," your father says softly.

"Don't say thank you dad, it makes me feel guilty," you say with a small voice.

"I should be the one feeling guilty and I do Y/N, but you know I have no control over this," your father's tone laced with guilt.

"I know dad, and it's okay, you know your daughter's been through much worse, she's capable of dealing with this too," you laugh.

"That's my girl," your father boasts with pride.

You smile, "I should probably go sort out my closet now, I'll call you later dad. And tell mom I'll drop by someday."

"Of course," you father responds on the other end of the phone, "and Y/N."

"Yeah dad?"

"Don't worry too much, it'll all be alright," you can almost see a reassuring smile.

"Thank you dad."

You feel a lot better after the phone call with your father, it feels like some of your worries have dissolved—you felt reassured, but there was still a lot on your mind.

Lost in thought, you decide to get up and find something to eat for dinner, it was already five in the evening, if you had to cook something up, you might as well have gotten started now.

Or maybe you should've, instead you halt in your tracks, reaching back to grab your phone which you'd left on the couch, at a notification.

You didn't even have to open it to know it was Taehyung. You'd left his company a while ago. Being the one driving, he'd stopped the car outside his apartment complex, allowing you to take over. You'd asked him a few times if he wanted to crash your place for a drink or two, but he had refused, saying that there was some work he needed to get finished and later had to accompany Jimin to his parents' house. He had offered you to tag along but you thought better of it.

[Tae] Sure you don't wanna come, Y/N?

Taehyung asks in the group chat with you, Taehyung and Jimin.

[You] I think I'll pass

[You] Besides, I have a date to worry about now :)

[Jimin] A date?

Jimin questions, though you're sure Taehyung must've told him about this whole deal with your father already.

[You] Dad seems a little too determined on finding me a man, so he's set up a date for me tomorrow

[Jimin] Seems exciting

[Jimin] Have fun

You roll your eyes at Jimin's snarky remark.

Putting aside your phone you decide to make yourself an egg salad sandwich, not feeling the energy to make anything too complex.

Time passes pretty quickly, whether it be cooking yourself a sandwich, finding yourself something to wear for tomorrow and it's already eight in the evening, where you sat hastily on your couch, watching a K-Drama with a lone bottle of soju sitting upright on the table.

Engrossed completely in the show, you're brought to your senses when the doorbell to your penthouse rings.

You look at the time, there's no way Taehyung would have escaped the wrath of his parents this quickly, who could it have been at this time?

As you make your way to the door, you prepare yourself for many different scenarios, your parents, any of your relatives, a friend or even perhaps Taehyung. But nothing could've prepared you for the sight you see through the peephole in your door.

You hastily unlock the door and pull your sister into an embrace.

"I thought your flight was landing on Tuesday," you question your sister's early arrival with excitement.

Ryuna smiles, "ah well, I decided to surprise you, I hope it worked."

"Of course it did, I'm seeing my baby sister after a whole two years," you say fondly.

Ryuna whines in response, "I'm not a baby anymore."

"To me you are, and always will be," you scoff.

Finally allowing herself inside with her luggage, you let her make herself at home. Giving her a tour of your penthouse, you show her her room. It was the guest room that was hardly used—Taehyung would sleep there when he'd come over to your place but he could manage for a month or two.

"Business Proposal," Ryuna comments on the K-Drama still playing on the television once you'd made a full circle around the house and had come back to the living room.

"Don't spoil it for me, I'm not finished yet," you grin.

"It's so good," Ryuna rambles on, taking a seat on the couch, you follow suit and sit next to her.

"How's everyone," she asks, a glint of sadness in her eyes, "mom, dad, grandpa, grandma."

"They're all great," you tell her.

"Taehyung? Jihyo?"

They're both fine, they're doing great actually," you laugh a little.

Ryuna goes silent for a moment before she finally musters up the courage to ask you the question she'd been dying to hear the answer to, "and Jimin, how is he?"

You sigh, deciding to break the news to her, "that is something I don't know the answer to." Ryuna nods in understanding, you continue, "he's engaged, he's getting married soon."

The smile doesn't falter from your sister's face, she seems happy instead of hurt or sad, "that's nice, I'm happy for him—at least one of us is moving on."

"But he still loves you Ryu," you stress.

"Well then he shouldn't," she says, a harshness in her tone, "he should've forgotten about me a long time ago."

"The way you did, Ryu?" You retort, knowing very well she herself hasn't even tried to move on from Jimin. "But anyways, enough of this, you must be tired, I'll make you some tea."

You'd only put water in the kettle when the doorbell to your penthouse rings a second time that day.

"Could you get that Ryu," you tell your sister as you were a little occupied making tea, "but if it's mom or dad or anyone—"

"It's okay," she says with a smile, "I'll have to face them eventually."

"Are you sure?" Your heart already dropping at the thought of your parents being at the door.

"I'll be fine." she laughs it off, but you know she's just as terrified as you are. However, relief washes over her once she sees Taehyung through the peephole of the door. She opens the door with a grin on her face, and Taehyung looks just as equally as shocked to see her.

"Ryuna? I thought you were supposed to come in two days," Taehyung asks with the same grin on his face. The relationship Ryuna and Taehyung had was a very sweet one, Taehyung had always babied Ryuna the way you had, he'd always supported her, she was a younger sister to him the way she was to you.

"I decided to come a little earlier," she says, still grinning widely.

She was only just about to let herself fall into the embrace of her said 'older brother' when she halts in her tracks at the familiar sight of someone—only now it didn't feel so familiar, it felt distant.

Jimin.

He'd just gotten off the elevator, walking towards the unit, his eyes were on his phone, probably mid conversation with his fiancée. Ryuna's heart stings at the thought.

He looked a lot different from what Ryuna remembers, his hair no longer short and a shade of light brown—always unkempt, but instead his naturally dark brown hair neatly parted, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight too, the baby fat that used to show in his cheeks no more, his baby face long gone. However, his frame was no longer slender the way she remembered it to be, his body now muscular, the fitted brown t-shirt hugging every muscle, his biceps visible through the short sleeved garment.

He's changed a lot, from the way he dresses, to the aura that surrounds him—intimidating. Jimin had matured, from what Ryuna could see of it, he'd gotten himself together—but had he really? People who are real, hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties. It may seem as if Jimin had gotten himself together, but he was still a wreck on the inside and you knew that more than anyone.

Ryuna looks away from the man as he lifts his gaze from his phone—meaning to ask why Taehyung was still standing outside but Jimin's eye is caught by the woman that stands before him.

He almost couldn't recognize her, she'd grown so much more beautiful and he didn't think that was possible. Long hair really did look good on her.

Taehyung senses the tension in the air and attempts to escape. "Is Y/N inside?" He asks Ryuna.

She nods in response.

"I'll go give her this," Taehyung informs Ryuna, holding up a container.

With Taehyung gone, it leaves Ryuna and Jimin to themselves. And Ryuna still not gaining the courage to look into the eyes of the man she still loves.

"I should—uh—go help with the tea," Ryuna says quickly, making her escape but failing miserably.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Jimin asks, looking around awkwardly.

Ryuna turns around slowly, cursing her luck, "sure," she replies half heartedly.

"I'd appreciate it if you could do that for me tomorrow," Jimin says with a curt smile.

"Of course," Ryuna responds, reciprocating the smile.

The two of them continue to walk around the park in silence until Jimin speaks again, "the weather is nice, isn't it?"

"It is," Ryuna mumbles in response.

Jimin frowns at her lack of response, "it must feel quite different than it did in the States."

"I guess so," Ryuna answers timidly.

Jimin sighs. "Do I make you nervous? I can leave if you want me to." He turns in his tracks, only to be stopped by Ryuna clutching his wrist.

And for the first time that night, she looks him in the eyes, "you don't make me nervous, Jimin—I mean, Mr. Park." Realizing her hand was still in contact with his wrist, she quickly lets go, looking away.

"Why do you feel the need to call me anything other than Jimin?" Jimin asks softly, though the hurt was evident in his eyes.

"Things are a lot different than they were two years ago," Ryuna says, looking away from him.

"What changed?" Jimin questions.

"You're getting married, Jimin," Ryuna responds, a smile full of sorrow plastered on her face.

Jimin's smile falters. Yet, he laughs—laughs at the patheticness of the situation.

"When's the wedding?" Ryuna asks, trying to sound excited for the event. And despite her being happy for him, and happy for this new chapter in his life, she wouldn't be able to watch him get married. The love of her life getting married to someone else—it's a sight no one would be able to bear, and Ryuna is human after all.

"Early next month," Jimin lets the information slip past his lips.

"It's so soon," Ryuna thinks aloud.

"Why the rush, Jimin?" Ryuna asks knowingly, she just needed to hear it from him.

Jimin's gaze falls on Ryuna, giving her a look. "I think you know very well why."

Ryuna knows she's in no position to question, so she doesn't, instead remaining quiet.

"How was America?" Jimin asks after a while.

Ryuna sighs, "unfamiliar, it felt as if time went by so quickly but it's been two years." She almost laughs.

"Funny, huh? How fast things can change..." the same amused smile on his face.

Guilt courses through Ryuna again, "Jimin—"

"Will you come? To the wedding," Jimin asks, letting his gaze linger on your sister for a moment before looking away.

Ryuna takes her time to think, then directs a small smile to Jimin, "no," she shakes her head. "I believe my presence won't be much wanted at your wedding."

Jimin nods, not having much to say.

"I guess, I should go now," Ryuna lets him know, turning around to take her leave.

The silence that surrounds them is almost suffocating.

"And, I don't know how much of this she knows," Ryuna refers to Jimin's fiancée, who was still a mystery to her. "But I hope we can remain neutral for her sake."

Jimin laughs, "remaining neutral would've been in the question if there were two sides to pick from," Jimin says, walking closer to her. "Hating you was out of the question, and I could never completely hate myself because I couldn't hate you."

They're eyes meet for the second time that night, but Jimin looks away. Taking his leave as soon he could. Leaving Ryuna to stand there, processing his words.

He couldn't hate himself completely because of her, why?

The reason for Taehyung and Jimin's late night escapades to your apartment was long forgotten to you. Although you were grateful that they had come over at this hour to deliver food that Taehyung's mother had prepared and requested for him to deliver to you, there was a more pressing matter at hand at the moment.

It'd barely been a few hours since Ryuna had arrived and you were sure the last thing she wanted was to see Jimin. Not to mention that they'd wandered off somewhere together.

"Y/N," Taehyung says your name, "relax, they'll be fine." He says casually while sitting on your couch, pouring himself a shot of soju.

You scowl, walking up to him and earning him a smack at the back of head. Taehyung rubs the back of his head in pain. "What was that for?"

"For bringing Jimin here," you respond, still in rage and worry.

"Oh alright," Taehyung scoffs, "I was supposed to know that she showed up two days early."

You groan in annoyance, nothing was helping ease the horrible scenarios playing in your mind right now.

"What's the worst that can happen?" Taehyung asks in an attempt to calm you, "they'll fight, scream, yell at each other? It can't get worse than that."

"Taehyung," you say his name sweetly. "Why don't you shut the fuck up for a few minutes? A few minutes of silence is all I ask for."

Taehyung shrugs, bringing the glass of soju to his lips, "suit yourself."

You let out a breath after finally getting Taehyung to keep his mouth closed. The next few minutes go in silence while you think about all the possible ways things could've gone wrong.

Your heartbeat picks up again once the doorbell to your apartment rings. You quickly make your way through the foyer at to the front door, leaving Taehyung to trail behind you with the beverage in his hand.

Once you open the door you're greeted to the sight of a slightly flushed looking Jimin, he avoids eye contact with you.

"Where's Ryuna?" You ask urgently.

"Relax, he didn't kill me," you hear Ryuna's voice as she walks from the elevator to the apartment door.

"Told you," Taehyung remarks from beside you.

"Don't worry about it, we were just catching up," Jimin informs both of you.

You nod slowly, not sure if you wanted to believe that, but it was a matter they'd have to resolve on their own, there was no point in interfering.

"Shall we go now?" Taehyung initiates to Jimin, downing the rest of the soju in the glass and handing it to you.

Jimin nods, wanting to leave immediately.

"Tomorrow—" Jimin starts, reminding Ryuna once both you and Taehyung were out of earshot.

"Don't worry," Ryuna reassures him, "I'll have everything done."

"Okay, perfect," Jimin smiles, "thank you."

"It's all my pleasure," Ryuna jokes.

"Taehyung," you whisper to Taehyung as he puts on his shoes, he glances at you. "I really think something's going on that we don't know of."

"No way," he slurs, "if something was going on we'd know of it."

You sigh, "how much exactly did you drink at your parents'?"

"Huh? Not much," he answers.

"I know damn well that your definition of 'not much' is a lot much," you retort at the said man.

He squints his eyes, attempting to say something back but he had nothing. You massage your forehead, "Jimin, please take him home before I lose my mind."

"Will do," Jimin says, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him out the door.

"I will see you tomorrow then," Jimin tells you, walking away with Taehyung by his side.

"Tomorrow?" You ask in confusion.

"Perhaps, I will see you tomorrow then," Jimin says again but this time with the addition of the adverb.

"Right..." you respond, still confused.

Once the two are out of your sight and you've closed the door, you turn to Ryuna, ready to interrogate her, but she yawns.

"See, I'm so tired, I think I'll go to bed now. You should too," she says quickly before jogging her way upstairs to her assigned room.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I didn't even ask her anything," you mumble to yourself.

What is going on?

"I see," you respond uninterestedly for what seemed the fifth time since the man sitting before you had started rambling about cars—well he was talking about cars the last time you were paying attention, which was a little over twenty minutes ago.

You pick up your whiskey to take a sip of the beverage, you couldn't even remember how many shots of whiskey you'd downed while listening to your said date ramble on.

"You don't seem to talk much, Ms. Y/L/N," Seungchul—the man you were currently on a lunch date with—says.

Well maybe if he let you speak.

"That's alright, perhaps you will start to feel more comfortable after marriage," he says nonchalantly.

You choke on your beverage, coughing at the sensation of burning developing in your throat once the drink had gone through the wrong pipe.

"Are you okay, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asks in concern, immediately calling a waiter over to order you some water.

"I'm—," you clear your throat, "perfectly fine, thank you."

"I hope I didn't startle you with that comment," he laughs a little. "The thing is," a blush creeps onto your cheeks, "I think I like you."

'Well think again,' you want to say, but you don't.

You attempt to chuckle a little to hide your discomfort. "I see," you say for what seems the nth time throughout the course of the date.

"I was thinking, I should probably inform Mr. Y/L/N that we both are on board for a wedding," he says shyly, inching his hand to his pocket to fish it out.

You quickly grip his hand before he could get his cell phone and inform your father that you've allegedly agreed to marry him. His eyes light up at the sudden physical touch, he looks at you with lovestruck eyes, you slowly move your hand away.

Your father really couldn't have found someone else.

You decide to be straightforward, though you felt slightly bad for being harsh, but you decided to go for it to save yourself, "look—"

"I'm looking," he responds, staring at you with heart eyes. "Have I mentioned that you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Listen," you try a second time.

"I'm listening," he responds, "have I mentioned your voice is beautiful?"

You let out an exasperated sigh. Mayhaps, it wouldn't be too bad of an idea to use 'plan b' in this situation.

"Look, I'm sure you're a great guy—"

"You think so?" He starts fishing for his phone a second time. You clutch his wrist once again.

"Just—can you please listen to me first?" You plead.

"Of course, I can listen to you talk all day," he says dreamily.

"Right..." you mumble. "You see, I actually have a boyfriend."

You watch as the smile on his face falters to a frown—it seemed as if all the scenarios he'd imagined of his future with you had come crashing down in less than a second. You felt bad of course, but there was no turning back from this point.

Hurriedly you bring out your phone and point to the polaroid picture of you and Taehyung at the back of your phone. He was too heartbroken to notice that the man in the picture was Kim Taehyung.

"The thing is, my father doesn't exactly approve of him," you continue to lie, "so he's arranging these blind dates for me."

And for the first time that afternoon, it was his turn to say 'I see'.

"I would really appreciate it if you could tell my father that the two of us couldn't work out," you tell him, placing your hand over his.

"Of course," he chokes out.

"Thank you so much," you let out a sigh of relief. You had to say, you'd maintained your acting skills.

"Would you like to pay?" A waiter walking by asks.

"Yes please," you say enthusiastically.

You couldn't have been happier when the waiter brought you the check and credit card machine—and you both had decided to split the amount, it was only fair.

"I think I should get going then," you announce to the latter, "my boyfriend must be waiting outside," you maintain a coy facade.

"Oh, yes, of course. I won't keep him waiting then," he responds half-heartedly.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Seungchul," sort of.

You find your way out of the restaurant as fast as you can. As expected, you see Taehyung's car, the window was rolled down and you could see that he was on a call with someone—phone pressed to his ear and he listened attentively.

You mentally apologize to Taehyung for the stunt you were about to pull.

As you approach his car, Taehyung unlocks his car, allowing you to get comfortable in the passenger seat. He was still on a call with someone. You watch as Taehyung glances at you, wanting to ask why you look so disgruntled—but he was on the phone.

Already regretting what you were about to do, you decide to go for it once you see Seungchul nearing where the car was parked, from the corner of your eye.

You lean in and give Taehyung a lingering peck on the tip of his nose. You prayed that the angle did you justice.

Slowly moving away, you decide to keep your act up until the car is on the road and your said marriage contender is no longer in eye shot.

You feel guilty as Taehyung gawks at you—more like a 'what the fuck' look, but intensified.

"How was work, babe?" You ask a little loudly, making sure Seungchul could hear you.

You hear the person on the other side of the phone calling out repeated chants of 'Mr. Kim', but Taehyung was no longer listening. You nudge the man sitting next to you, hoping he'd come to his senses, "babe," you call out to him again.

"Huh?" He looks at you cluelessly.

Preventing yourself from taking a loud breath out loud, you pry the phone out of Taehyung's hand, "Mr. Kim will get back to you," you say before ending the call and placing the phone in the charging slot.

Looking up to find Taehyung's clueless eyes again, you place a hand near his jaw and lean closer for a second time.

"Drive the fucking car, Kim Taehyung," you attempt to say as sweetly as you can, making sure only he could hear way at you had said.

"Okay..." he says slowly, moving away from you and putting the car in reverse, driving it out of the parking spot and onto the road. You let out a breath once you were far enough from the restaurant.

"We need to have a serious talk about what just happened," Taehyung finally bursts.

"I'm good, actually," you remark.

"You almost kissed me?" Taehyung exclaims in outrage.

"It was pointless anyways, I'm pretty sure he got the idea that I was lying since you couldn't act to save your life," you scoff.

"You sat in my car, called me babe and almost kissed me, all while I was talking to a potential dealer and you expected me to know you were putting up an act for that date of yours?" He questions in outrage.

"It was obvious, really," you point out.

"I'll keep that in mind next time, thanks," he retorts.

When your phone rings a few minutes later with 'dad' flashing on your phone screen, it takes a lot of your energy not to lose your cool.

Picking up the phone aggressively, you don't even bother to greet your father, "dad, was this really the best you could do?"

Hearing your dad chuckle on the other side of the phone call made you scowl.

"Why, you didn't like him?" He asks.

"He was a nightmare, dad," you inform him then put the call on speaker, putting the phone down for a moment so you could adjust the strap of your dress under the cardigan.

"I lied to him, I told him I have a boyfriend that you don't approve of, which is why I keep getting sent on blind dates. I did feel bad, he looked heartbroken, but I escaped him," you continue rambling on.

"Oh? A boyfriend?" Your father's ears prick at the term 'boyfriend', "and who is that boyfriend?"

"Take a guess, dad," Taehyung says from next to you with a smug look.

"Can you just drive the damn car," you tell Taehyung, annoyed knowing your father was never going to let this go.

"So you're willing to call Taehyung your boyfriend to escape the dates you're going on so you don't have to marry Taehyung?" Your father questions.

"Tell me about it," Taehyung remarks. You glare at him.

"If the case is just that you're not ready to marry him just yet, you can tell us, we can wait a few months," your father says nonchalantly.

"Dad," you sigh, "I'm actually really busy right now, so I'll talk to you later."

"If you say, I'll message you the details for the next date, don't be late," he says before ending the call. You shut your eyes and rest your head on the headrest in despair.

"Where are we going?" You finally ask.

"I need to pick up some files, I'll drop you off once I'm done," Taehyung gives you the piece of information. You hum in response.

Next stop, Kim Enterprises.

- match made in hell (m) ; masterlist

“Yoongi truly can’t imagine things getting any worse than the predicament he has found himself in now. Betrothed to a woman he hasn’t met, career on hold and his parents pressuring him into marriage with a sharp stick, ushering him to walk off the plank into the fiery pits of hell that is arranged matrimony with some poor, foolish girl. 

But, just as he is wrapping up his inner monologue of self-pity, a figure darkens the door of his parents’ living room. Flagged by your parents, you stand with your jaw hanging open, looking just as horrified as Yoongi feels. 

Of all the people, of course - of fucking course - it had to be you.”

myg / rivals to lovers + arranged marriage au + dr!yoongi

warnings: mention of addiction, violence, threat, blackmail, explicit smut, exhibitionism, hate sex, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), food play, knife play (oop), instance of collaring (though this is in a humorous scenario), dirty talk, face sitting, dom!yoongi, jealousy, some angst and pining, etc.

note: yes, this is the long awaited teaser for yoongi’s story! i have been holding off posting for a little while bc charade is still not finished, but pls enjoy this little peek into dr min’s own story!

note 2: obviously, this oc is not the same oc as in charade!

ongoing (16k) | playlist

x mismatch x foreboding x wicked union x honeymoon bliss x money maketh man

Love & Crosses | 01

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, alcohol consumption, subtle (and not so subtle) flirting, mentions of reader’s sister running away from home, (some) angst

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 12.8K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Kim Taehyung!" You called urgently from the second floor of the high-end penthouse you were currently in. And it just so happened to be that the luxury penthouse belonged to none other than your best friend, Kim Taehyung.

You see the said man walking down the hallway into your eyeshot. He's buttoning up one of his blue shirts for work. He glares at you as if you'd interrupted something too important. "Jeez, you're so loud," he says as he goes back to the task at hand—his shirt. "What is it?"

"Mind telling me where my bra is?" You watch as he finally glances at you. You'd just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around your body, only to discover that your bra had vanished in thin air.

"And why would you think I'd know where it just so happens to be?" He asks as though you'd offended him.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm in your house, and my belonging has gone missing," you state the obvious.

"I was in my room, I have no idea where your bra is. Just look around there, there's no way it walked out of the room," he rolls his eyes, walking back in the direction he'd come from once he was finished with the buttons of his shirt.

You scoff at his audacity.

For some clarification, you and Taehyung have known each other since birth, not to mention you both were the same age, which ultimately meant you two clicked immediately. With both your families having close relations both in business and outside of business, the two of you saw each other a lot. Hence, explaining why you two are best friends, and your close proximate relation as best friends—a reference to you standing in his house practically naked except for a towel around you, questioning him about an undergarment.

You trot back into the guest room you were resided in for the night prior, although that room is almost permanently yours either way. It was the room you stayed in every time you crashed his place—which was often, very often.

You look around the room for what seemed the fifth time this morning. You groan in annoyance after your lack of success. "Taehyung!" You call for him a second time.

"Give me a second, woman," He responds, and you could sense the annoyance in his voice. You were going to have him be late for work and he knew well and good if you were going to be late due to the sudden disappearance of your undergarment, there was no way you'd let him get to work on time. He notices the frown on your face once he walks into the room, an untied tie hanging around his neck and his vest over his shirt remaining unbuttoned.

His expression softens once seeing the conflicted expression on your face.

"Where did you put it?" He asks, walking near you.

"Right here, on the bed," you point at a spot on the bed where a pile of the rest of your clothes could be seen.

He walks to the place you'd pointed at and sifts through the pile of clothes, but no luck. He glances around the room, in the same manner you had a few minutes ago. After failing to spot your bra, he walks to the ensuite bathroom. He looks around the bathroom, but nothing. He looks through the pile of your worn clothing in the bathroom, but sighs once he finds nothing.

"How did you manage to lose your bra? That too, in a room," he asks, exasperated.

"I don't know," you frown, "I came out of the shower and it was gone. I'm going to be late for work, I have an important meeting with Mr. Chung."

He gives you a thoughtful look and walks back to the room. You watch from behind him as he once again scans the room.

You knit your brows together seeing his tall, broad figure dip down, crane under the bed.

You watch as his crouched figure rises once again. You really never could get used to his height. You'd known Taehyung since he was born—establishing the fact that you are in fact older than him, by a few months that is, and yet he is taller than you, by a lot. Which meant that you'd grown accustomed to the occasional head pats, and him using you as an armrest.

Kim Taehyung, 28, the CEO of Kim Enterprises; he could come off as scary and intimidating to many. But not to you. You both knew, to him, you're the only person he could act like himself around. And you both knew that to you, he was the only person you could act like yourself around. You'd never be able to see him as CEO Kim or Mr. Kim, he's always going to be Taehyung to you.

"I wonder where this came from," he deadpans, holding up the nude-coloured bra you'd almost lost your mind looking for all morning.

You chuckle nervously, barely looking at him, quickly taking your possession from his hand.

"God, you almost ate my head off for this, only for it to be under the bed," he gives you a look.

"I'm sorry okay," you say half-heartedly, "I was in a rush."

"And I wasn't?" He raises a brow.

"I said sorry, jeez. You're so annoying."

"I'm annoying?" he gawks at you.

"That's what I just said," you put a finger at his chest, "you are annoying Kim Taehyung.

"So childish," he scoffs, wrapping his long slender fingers around your finger that was pointed at his chest—very broad chest, to be noted.

"Go get dressed, you're going to be late," he suggests. Already focusing on his own self. Fidgeting with his tie, not knowing how to tie it—CEO of one of the biggest companies in South Korea at the age of 28, and yet he couldn't tie his own tie.

You roll your eyes and put your hands over his, "I'll do it," you tell him. He moves his hands from under yours and lets them fall to his sides.

"Kim Taehyung, CEO of the most successful company in all of Asia, and he can't tie his own tie," you tease him, grinning, knowing you'd get him all worked up. You knew him inside and out, better than he knew himself.

"Oh please, I am very much capable of tying my own tie," he scoffs, "but I'd rather have Y/L/N Y/N, the CEO of the most successful company in all of South Korea, do it for me," he smiles at you.

You smile at his words, almost saying something sweet back—almost.

"It's because I love having powerful people do chores for me, it makes me feel important," he boasts.

You pull the tie tighter around his neck until it's basically choking him, you smile in satisfaction, "and I love choking the most powerful man in all of South Korea, it makes me feel important."

"Careful there, if anyone saw us like this, there would be a lot of misunderstandings," he smirks slightly.

What a tease.

"Oh please," you let go of the tie, letting him loosen it. "You've got to stop projecting your sexual desires onto me, Kim Taehyung." You almost gag at the thought, "see, I almost threw up at the thought," you inform him. Taking your clothes from the bed and walk to the bathroom. "I'd rather spend a day with Jimin, and you know how much I hate that asshole," you say before shutting the bathroom door before an amused-looking Taehyung.

You both knew you were only joking, you didn't hate Jimin, you could never, he was too perfect for you to hate him. He could just occasionally be annoying, and the two of you would bicker constantly, but then again, you were the same with Taehyung, and you could never hate Taehyung. You love him too much, sometimes too much for your own liking.

And as for the 'I'd rather spend a day with Jimin' part, that was most definitely a lie. It couldn't have been too bad, but you and Jimin staying in close proximity for more than five minutes—and that too alone—was basically a death wish. You'd rather spend that time with Taehyung, even if it meant he got to weirdly project his sexual desires onto you (note the question mark at the end of that thought).

Was it too weird that you would rather that your best friend project sexual desires onto you, rather than spend a day with his cousin even though both those scenarios gave you the urge to throw up?

Probably. But you didn't have to dwell on it, you were late, very late for an important meeting.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Y/L/N, working with you was a pleasure," the man before you speaks.

You nod curtly, "I could say the same to you, Mr. Chung."

The man bows, "I will be taking my leave."

You nod in response.

You take a deep breath of relief once the man was gone. Meetings were such a hassle, nothing less than exhausting, exhausting and exhausting.

You walk out of the room, making your way to your office. You'd barely walked in when your phone rang, you draw your phone out of your pocket to see none other than Taehyung's name across your phone.

You pick up, trying to sound casual, uninterested almost, although you were feeling the quite opposite—updates from Taehyung throughout the day were the only thing that gave colour to your lifeless workdays.

"What do I owe the pleasure, CEO Kim?"

"Oh nothing other than a lone 'hello'," he scoffs on the other side of the phone. You knew he hates it when you addressed him formally.

"Okay then, hello CEO Kim," you tease him further.

You chuckle when he doesn't respond.

"Plans for tonight?" he asks casually. It was common for him to ask you such things, but again, you loved teasing him.

"Oh wow, am I getting asked out on a date by Kim Taehyung himself."

"Y/N.' he warns.

You laugh, "Okay, okay, I'm joking. Relax, you're so stuck up all the time.'

"I'm perfectly fine," he says to you. But you could tell he wasn't perfectly fine. You could tell by the way he was speaking—he was stressed. You could read him like an open book.

"What happened?" Your voice softens.

Taehyung sighs, "Nothing."

"Taehyung, you can tell me," you insist.

"We're supposed to launch the new products in three weeks, but these fucking dumbasses are saying the shipping's getting delayed by four business days, which means they'll deliver next week. Now, how am I going to prepare everything in such a short amount of time."

You feel a pang of sympathy for him, being a CEO yourself, you knew how stressful things could be.

"Taehyung, everything's going to be alright. I know you always find a way. You'll do great, I'm sure of it."

"I hope so," he says over the phone.

"And," you start, "I have no plans for tonight, I'm always free for you, you know that," you remind him. "Where do you want to go?"

"Well, Jimin hyung's been insisting on going to the club for a while now, Hoseok's new one," he states.

You groan, "Park Jimin again."

You hear Taehyung chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"I'm joking of course," you smile, "I haven't seen him in a while anyways."

"Yeah, not sure if he feels the same," Taehyung jokes.

"Yeah, yeah, of course he doesn't," you roll your eyes.

"I've been telling him off for a while, because of the launch, we were busy, but I guess I can't really do much now until they ship the products," he explains to you.

You hum understandingly, you'd been watching him for the past few months, he's been working too hard, and he deserves a break from everything.

"I'II come," you tell him, your sweet voice resonating in his ears.

"Alright, I'll come to pick you up at nine," you can almost hear the content through his voice.

"Pick me up from here," you instruct.

"At work?" He questions.

"Yeah, I need to finish some work regarding the contract with SPK Industries," you tell him.

"That reminds me, did the meeting with Mr. Chung go well?" He asks.

"Fairly well, though I'm slightly skeptical since their customer service is questionable," Taehyung laughs at this, "but, their quality is great."

"That's true," Taehyung says in agreement.

"I did sign the contract, for now. We'll see how it goes I guess," you tell him.

"It'll go well, don't worry. I've done business with them a few times, it wasn't too bad," he reassures you.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'?" You chuckle.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'," he says in agreement, laughing with you.

"I'll call you later, I have some work to finish. Don't worry too much about the launch, it'll go well, you are Kim Taehyung after all."

He smiles a little at your concern.

"And you better be on time, l'Il be waiting at nine. You know I hate it when you keep me waiting," you pout, and he can almost hear the pout

through the phone.

"I will, don't worry. You know I hate it when I keep you waiting."

You smile, "Okay, don't be late. Bye."

"Bye," he replies.

And you hang up, waiting for an eventful night ahead alongside him.

[Tae] Are you finished?

[Tae] I'm outside

You'd just finished reviewing the last file and responding to one last email when you got the text.

You look at the time, it's nine already. Your day had passed normally—uneventful. Most of your day was full of meetings and the rest of it full of signing documents, reading documents, writing emails, responding to emails. You didn't realize when the clock had struck nine.

[You] I’ll be down

[You] Gimme a sec

You quickly respond to Taehyung and gather your things.

Stepping out of your double doored office, you glance at the pretty much empty building, except a few employees here and there finishing up last minute things.

You walked down the hallway and stood before the elevator, pressing the silver circular button and waiting for it to open.

You looked down at your attire, it was anything but club attire, you were wearing pencil heels, a black pencil skirt, a white shirt and a black cropped blazer atop the shirt.

You step into the elevator once it opens, pressing the close button once inside. Patiently waiting for the elevator to stop at the first floor.

The elevator opened to reveal an empty looking lobby. The first floor would usually be bustling with people going in and out of cafes and restaurants, but looking at the time, it was understandably empty.

You walked out of the building, the early summer breeze hitting your face.

Your attention was quickly diverted to Taehyung leaning against his parked car with his phone in his hand. His blazer gone, instead the same blue vest from earlier today, placed atop his blue shirt, holding the tie in place. His hair looked as neat as ever, parted neatly from the middle, giving a small glance of his forehead.

You quickly walk towards him, "you really couldn't have found a parking spot?" He looks up from his phone to you, "you're here. great. Let's get going then."

You roll your eyes, he really has the audacity to ignore you.

"You see that," you point at the no parking sign a little ahead of where Taehyung's car was parked. "Looks like CEO Kim's in desperate need of a parking ticket."

He scoffs, "the car isn't parked if I'm standing right here, and if there's someone inside it."

You look at him with utter confusion on your face. You watch as the window of the driver's seat slowly goes down. Only to reveal Jimin sitting in the passenger seat.

"Park Jimin, well isn't it my lucky day," you say sarcastically.

He smiles, "I've heard you've been missing me too much."

"As if," you scoff.

Taehyung watches the two of you fondly, "shall we get going?"

"But Taehyung, look at what I'm wearing," you pout.

"Look at what I'm wearing," he points to his work attire.

"You look great, don't even get me started, girls swoon over you," you tell him matter-of-factly.

"The way you do?" He leans closer to you.

"You wish," you deride.

"You look amazing, don't worry," he says, glancing at you from top to bottom.

You were still skeptical, but you let it slide since Taehyung had approved.

"I'm serious, Y/N, you look great," Taehyung confirms at noticing your hesitance. "Besides, it's not like you're going home with anyone," he breathes a laugh, attempting to stop you from stressing over an outfit.

You furrow your brows, "what makes you say that? I'll go home with someone if I feel like it, Taehyung."

Taehyung's face drops at this, he gives you a blank stare as if he's in disbelief, "you can't be serious right now."

"Of course I'm serious?" You counter, not believing that you were having this conversation right now.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair, "you know what? Forget it." He shakes his head, opening the door and making himself comfortable in the driver's seat.

"You planning on coming?" Taehyung regards you through the open window.

You open your mouth, wanting to make a snarky comment in response, but decide to think better of it and sit yourself in the back seat of Taehyung's royal blue Maserati.

Once the car was on the road, the three of you found sanctuary in the peacefulness of the silence alongside the songs playing softly in the background on the radio of the car.

You finally decide to break the silence by interrogating Jimin on his love life. "How's it going with Kiana?"

"Kiana," Jimin sighs, "I don't know. We were doing alright for the first few months, but..."

"But?" You ask urgently, feeling that something was wrong in his tone. You'd liked Kiana since the moment Jimin had introduced her to you and Taehyung a good four months ago, and they seemed like they were going well. Not to mention, they made a cute couple.

"We broke up," Jimin announces as the car is filled with a tense silence.

You stare blankly outside, not knowing what to say to him, as Ed Sheeran's Bad Habits plays on the radio. It was so ironic you could almost laugh—if it wasn't for the elephant in the room.

Kiana and Jimin had also happened to meet in the form of a one night stand. But Jimin being the charmer he is, couldn't have her stop thinking about him, which eventually led to the relationship they had until the last time you'd seen them.

"Why?" It's the only thing that comes to your mind.

"I didn't want to break her heart, she's a nice girl, she deserves someone who can actually love her. I couldn't bring myself to love her, not the way I love—loved her," he tells you, looking out the window where passing by buildings and cars drew his attention.

You go a little stiff at the mention of your younger sister. "You still love her." you weren't sure if you wanted this to come out as a statement or a question.

"Never stopped, I can't bring myself to stop," Jimin says softly.

Your heart aches for him, for both of them. You knew what your sister did wasn't right, not only did she run away from home, she broke Jimin's heart, but you couldn't help feel heartache for her as much as you felt it for Jimin. You knew that if she didn't leave that day, grandfather would've never let her peruse the career she wanted. Instead, crowning her the CEO of the company, and have her do that for the rest of her life.

"She's coming back," you reveal to Jimin.

He doesn't move, he doesn't even flinch at it as you'd expected, instead you notice Taehyung's expression change to one of—as you could read—shock, surprise, happiness, anger, disgust. And you didn't blame him. Your sister had broken his brother's heart.

"When is she coming back?" Jimin asks, you could hear the sorrow in his voice alongside the small ray of hope.

"On Tuesday," you mumble out the small piece of information.

He hums in response, "she's staying here?"

"For a few months," you inform him, "She's starting work in September, she'll go back in August."

"Does everyone know?" Jimin asks the one thing that's been on your mind since Ryuna had called you to let you know she's coming back.

You go silent and Jimin takes your silence as a 'no' to the answer of his question.

The atmosphere in the car is almost suffocating. Taehyung hasn't uttered a word in response to the topic, and that usually meant he wasn't happy about something. It made you feel guilty, there was already a lot going on in both their heads, there was enough on their plate, the only thing you'd accomplished was added more for them to worry about.

"She shouldn't come back," Jimin says after a while.

You don't say anything in response, instead letting him say what he needed to.

"If grandfather finds out, you can only imagine what he'll do."

You know. You'd thought about it countless times. If everyone finds out, you could only imagine what they'll do. Grandfather would make her life a living hell.

"I know," you simply say, not knowing what else to say. Knowing how iffy this topic was, not only between the three of you, but throughout both your families, it made the thought of her return worse.

You even vividly remembered how traumatic the months after she'd left were. But more than you, it was Jimin who felt her absence the most, he became quiet, barely keeping a social life, he solely went from work to home and from home to work. It was his fiancée that had left so abruptly after all, his girlfriend of four years, you didn't blame him. Of course, after all that happened, you started to see the old Jimin come back after some time had passed. But it didn't take you long to realize that it wasn't the old Jimin you were seeing, it was the new Jimin. The new Jimin that only looked like he was doing well.

"We're here," Taehyung announces after what seems like an eternity. The enthusiasm in his voice no longer.

All three of you silently get out of the car. An unknowing tenseness in the atmosphere.

Walking into the club did nothing to help the sour mood, all you saw was flashing lights and all you heard was music blasting on huge speakers.

The three of you seem to be thinking the same as you all walk directly towards the bar at the end of the club.

"A Mezcal for me," you tell the bartender.

"Dry Chincón please," Jimin orders.

And Taehyung of course was staying sober for the sake of driving the three of you home.

You're silent while waiting for your drinks, watching people dancing out their worries, couples making out with each other, grinding on each other and what not.

"I'll be back, washroom," Taehyung informs you and Jimin, walking off in a direction where you assumed the restroom was.

You and Jimin stand in silence in Taehyung's absence.

"Hoseok's done a nice job on this one, don't you think?" Jimin finally speaks, trying to start a casual conversation.

"Oh yeah, definitely. It's really nice, he always outdoes himself" you respond.

"That's Hoseok alright," Jimin chuckles a little.

Another silence washes over the two of you. You take a glance at Jimin, his smile's already faltered. You sigh.

Another few minutes pass in silence before the bartender gives you your drinks.

You take a sip, enjoying the bitter taste of alcohol running down your throat. Running your eyes around the crowd once again, the same bodies swaying to the beat of the song playing on the loudspeakers. You watch everyone unfazed, well that is until your eyes find Taehyung. And he wasn't alone.

He seemed to be coming back from the same corner of the club he'd gone to, but this time, there was a girl latched onto his arm. Aside from your eyes finding the girl familiar, you could tell Taehyung looked quite uncomfortable.

"Is that.. Hina?" Jimin asks in disbelief. "No way," you shut your eyes in disbelief, clearly your exhaustion at the moment wasn't enough. Hina. Of all the people you could've bumped into at a club, it just had to be Hina.

"Didn't she get transferred back to Japan?" Jimin asks in doubt.

"The last time I checked, yes," you confirm to the confused looking man.

You watch as the figure of Taehyung and Hina in the mere corner of the club comes closer to the two of you standing by the bar with your respective drinks in your hands. Until, eventually the two of them stopped before you. You could make out a look of disgust on Taehyung's face. Both you and Jimin give Hina a tight smile. She smiles back feverishly, her grip on Taehyung tightening at the sight of you.

"Hi, Mr. Park," she greets Jimin with an enthusiastic smile.

Jimin doesn't respond, instead nods, no sign of politeness or enthusiasm at the sight of the woman who tried to initiate sexual deeds with Taehyung for a raise. Taehyung, of course, was disgusted and gave her a transfer letter to Japan. How, and why she's back here, you have no idea.

"I was in the bathroom, when I came out, I just so happened to run into Mr. Kim," she says shyly, "we were just catching up, isn't that so Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung pulls his arm out of the woman's grip and clears his throat, "yes." Though his face was giving you a clear 'no'.

"Let's go dance Mr. Kim," she says, tugging at his shirt's sleeve.

Taehyung seems not to have much of a choice and agrees to go with her. She smiles at her victory and gives you a dirty look before leaving with Taehyung.

You watch Taehyung with an amused grin, he seemed to be having the most dreadful time of his life.

"Wait until I tell him you were laughing at him," Jimin threatens.

At this you burst out laughing, "I can't help it, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him."

"No way, you've got it all wrong," Jimin says sarcastically, "he's having the time of this life."

Your eyes trail over from Jimin to Taehyung who had a face of utter disgust and outrage at the woman who was currently grinding on him.

"Keep an eye out Y/N, we'll lose our driver if he goes home with her tonight," he comments on the scene unfolding before him, taking a sip of his drink.

"As if he's going to go home with her," you scoff, "first off, he hates her. Second, she's anything but his type."

"You seem to know a lot about his type," Jimin interrogates with a grin on his face.

"Shut up," you spat, "I happen to be his best friend."

Jimin almost laughs at that last bit. You punch his arm, "you're such an ass."

"You are what you eat," he shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "anyways, as I was saying; he hates her, she's anything but his type, and he's left that sleeping around phase a while ago," you reference to Taehyung's early days as a CEO, four years ago. The workload was so new to him, the only way he relieved his stress was with hook ups.

Though he eventually got used to his job and left that habit in the past.

Now that you think about it, Taehyung has only had two relationships he's actually committed to. Which was surprising knowing how diligent and committed to work he's always been, whether that be in high school, in university, or as a CEO. "He's at the age of marriage now," you say in a satire manner. Jimin almost laughs at your attempt in mocking Mrs. Kim's words.

"I've overheard them talking a few times," you share the piece of information with him. "They want to get him married soon."

Jimin sighs, "I know. They've been talking about it for a while now, for both of us."

"Both of you?" Your eyes widen.

He nods, "yeah, I think it's about time I listen to them, maybe it's for the best anyways. They've been at it for the past two years."

You knew Jimin's parents had been bugging him to get married ever since Ryuna ran away, but you didn't expect Jimin to agree to the whole marriage thing.

You were surprised when both your families had happily agreed for Ryuna and Jimin's marriage two years ago. Ryuna and Jimin had been dating for four years—they were madly in love, none of you were sure what to expect when they broke the news to everyone, but it was a relief they were happy with the relationship. But what none of you expected was for their marriage to be in talks so early, they both were young after all, Ryuna was only twenty-four and Jimin was twenty-eight. However, Jimin happily proposed and Ryuna happily accepted. Things came together. Both your families were over the moon happy, and the wedding preparations had begun almost immediately.

As for Jimin and Ryuna, they'd even bought their own house—ready to reside in it in four months, after their wedding.

There were only two weeks left before the wedding, you were already working as the CEO of the company and your grandfather had insisted for Ryuna to take your place in the company before the wedding so you could be appointed as chairwoman. Ryuna didn't want that, she wanted to pursue the career of her dreams, she wanted to be a writer, she'd always dreamed of being one. She argued for hours that day, with grandfather, with mom, with dad, to let her go, to let her do what she wanted to, but they all refused.

And so that night, she left. America, a land of opportunity, as they called it. She began her writing career there.

She wondered if she'd be able to live without you, without mom, without dad, but she grew accustomed to it eventually. But the one person who's absence she couldn't fill in those two years was Jimin. You couldn't even count how many times she'd called you at the most absurd hours of day, drunk and crying over how much she missed him, but she didn't have the guts to call him, to talk to him, not once. And there wasn't much you could do except feel pity for her.

"You're gonna let her go that easily? I know why she's coming back, and it's not for me," you tell him, sighing.

"And what? Do you think she's going to come back and everyone's going to be over the moon? They're going to accept our relationship? Do you think grandfather's going to accept her with open arms?" Jimin questions. "I think you're forgetting she ran away from home, she ran away from her duties at the company. They're not going to let her step foot in that house, you know that."

Tears well in your eyes at this, you didn't know if it was the alcohol or everything overwhelming you. You knew Jimin didn't feel anything of that for Ryuna himself, he still loved her the same he did back then, but you knew everything he said was true, they aren't going to accept her anymore.

"I miss her," you say after a while, your voice breaking.

"Me too," Jimin responds, his voice sounding almost distant.

You try to find Taehyung in the crowd once again, wanting to distract yourself.

You chuckle at the scene before you, Taehyung was pulling Hina off him and respectfully handing her back to one of her friends. He looked quite disturbed. You see Jimin smiling as Taehyung makes his way back to the two of you. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Jimin snickers once Taehyung's standing in front of you.

"Don't push it, hyung," Taehyung says through gritted teeth.

Jimin shrugs.

"For fucks sake, she was grinding on me like no tomorrow," Taehyung says in disgust.

"Fun, huh?" You try not to laugh.

"Oh please, I couldn't even get hard," he scoffs.

"Ouch, was it that bad?" You ask in amusement.

"You have no idea," he takes a breath, glad the woman was finally off him.

"Let's get you home," you smile warmly at the man. The day had been long, the one thing you all needed was rest, not a club. "I think that's enough clubbing for a day." Jimin and Taehyung both nod in agreement.

You quickly down the rest of your drink and place it on the counter for someone to take.

You put an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and the other around Jimin's. "I'm so tired," you tell them groggily.

They both smile at you. You could tell the alcohol was starting to get to you now.

"Taehyung," you say his name a little too loud. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "yes, Y/N?"

"Can you take me to your home, please," you say with a pout you knew he could never resist.

He chuckles, "alright."

"You want me to drop you off at home, or do you wanna stay over too?" Taehyung directs the question to Jimin.

"I'll be fine on my own," Jimin laughs, "don't worry about me, clearly I can tolerate alcohol, unlike someone," Jimin scoffs.

"Yah," you yell, "I am not drunk, okay. Just slightly buzzed," you insist.

"You take her home, I'll get home fine," Jimin tells Taehyung, knowing he's going to have to drop him off home first which would take longer.

"You sure?" Taehyung asks in doubt.

"Yeah," Jimin gives the younger one a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine.

"Alright," Taehyung confirms, "don't go out drinking again," Taehyung warns, knowing his brother too well.

Jimin chuckles, "I won't."

"Alright then, let's get you home, shall we?" Taehyung says to you.

You hum in response, following Taehyung to his car, turning around to see Jimin walking the other way, back into the club. You sigh and turn your attention back to Taehyung. He helps you into the passenger seat, and walks around the car, helping himself into the driver seat.

"Seatbelt?" Taehyung points at your obviously unfastened seat belt.

"Can you do it for me?" You grin sheepishly at him.

He rolls his eyes and leans closer, pulling the seat belt from your right and fastening it to your left. You keep your sight on him, eyes full of adoration for your best friend.

"You're such a baby," he smiles, stroking a thumb on your cheek.

He sits back in his seat and fastens his own seatbelt. He keeps a hand on the steering wheel, the other behind your seat, he looks through the back window as the car makes its way out of the parking spot. Once the car was on the road, you watched as Taehyung drove effortlessly. He was already manspreading, with one foot on the escalator, he had one hand on the steering and the other lay in his lap.

He glances at you once he catches you ogling at him at a red light. "What?"

"You look hot." you say nonchalantly, shrugging and looking the other way, out the window.

Taehyung doesn't seem taken aback. "Is that so?" He teases.

You hum in response.

"And what makes you say that?" He raises a brow, thinking about his normal work attire.

"What? Can't I call my best friend hot?" You inquire.

"Of course you can, especially when your best friend's been named the world's most handsome and sexiest man," he boasts.

"Yeah, yeah", you scoff.

The next few minutes pass in silence, the songs playing on the radio softly in the background. And that eventually drives you to slumber.

You don't know when you ended up falling asleep or how long you've taken a nap in Taehyung's car, but you're awoken by the sound of Taehyung's baritone voice calling your name sweetly.

Your eyes refuse to open—you're that tired. You whine a little in response, wanting nothing other than to sleep at the moment.

"We're home, Y/N," Taehyung says softly.

"We are?" You mumble in your sleep.

He hums in response. But you don't have the energy to move.

You don't hear Taehyung's voice after that, which perks your curiosity, instead you hear a bit of shuffling. And before you could open your eyes, you feel Taehyung's arm snaking under your legs and behind your back. Your eyes flutter open to see Taehyung's face up close—a sight to see as soon as you wake up.

He pulls you into his arms and you put your own arms around his neck, securing yourself.

"Now you wake up," he scoffs.

"Asshole," you reply, not having the energy to think of anything else.

"Goddamn, you've gotten heavy," he jokes, and you know he's lying by the way he's carrying you facilely.

"Definitely an asshole," you mumble, half asleep again. He chuckles.

Your eyelids are half open as you're unable to fall back to sleep due to the constant movement. You keep your eyes on Taehyung as he carries you from the car to the elevator, which eventually stops on the 25th floor.

"Can I put you down?" He asks once he's halted outside his penthouse's door.

You nod, and he places you on the ground to stand for your own. You watch as he taps the code to his house, the code you knew very well—you were that one that made it after all. After a high pitched beep, the door unlocks itself. He pushes it open and you step in, welcomed by the warmth of his luxury apartment.

You take off your black heels and place them in the rack inside the double doored closet. Turning around you see Taehyung reciprocating your actions. You take a step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. You feel his arms gently wrapping around your waist.

"What happened?" He asks tenderly.

"Nothing," you respond from the crook of his neck, "I'm just tired."

"Are you sure? I'll make you some tea," he offers, to which you decline immediately, you knew he was just as tired as you were, you'd feel guilty making him do unnecessary work for you.

"Can you carry me to bed?" You request.

And of course, how could Taehyung have refused you? "Of course."

Once again, he picks you up. Carrying you down the foyer and up the white, wooden stairs. He nudges the door to your room—as you called it—with his knee and walks in.

The mattress dips as your weight is put on it after he gently places you on the bed.

You realized you were still in your work clothes, but you were too tired to care about that right now.

"Goodnight," he says to you, smiling at you warmly.

But you don't want him to go. Your hand latches onto the hem of his blazer's sleeve as he turns around to leave the room. He turns back around to face you, giving you a look of question.

"Can you stay here, please," you plead.

With everything you'd talked to Jimin about, nothing seemed right to you at the moment, his words ringing in your head. You needed Taehyung's comfort.

He notices the gloom in your eyes and nods immediately. Though, at that moment he needed your comfort too, with everything going on at the company, he was really stressed. You move over and let him slide into the covers. He turns and looks at you, you look at him. You find his hand from under the cover and lock it with yours, bringing it to your chest and hugging it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he says softly, brushing hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"I miss her," you tell him, a lone tear falling from your eye.

"She's coming back isn't she?" Taehyung furrows his brows.

"They all hate her," you choke out.

"Hey," he says, stroking your hair, "it's all going to be alright, I promise you."

You sniffle, not knowing if you should be awaiting your sister's arrival, or be calling it dreaded.

You bring your head to his chest. His heart aches for you. "It's going to be okay, I promise you it will," he reassures you.

He knew it wasn't much for you to grasp onto, but he hoped he was of some help to your current state.

But you knew that his comfort alone was enough for you to relax.

Taking a deep breath and snuggling closer to him, you feel your eyes heavy from sleep, you fall asleep in Taehyung's arms—spending the night wondering if you'd hallucinated or dreamed of a peck placed in your hair.

You woke up with an arm wrapped around your waist. Turning around, you see Taehyung sleeping soundly.

He was still wearing his suit from yesterday. You move closer and loosen his tie, smiling at the sight of him sleeping, he looked absolutely adorable. Taehyung has always reminded you of a puppy when he sleeps. Completely the opposite of his intimidating personality from work.

His well kept hair from yesterday was practically everywhere now. You move it out of his face. His hair was definitely getting longer by the day, and he looked absolutely stunning.

Once you've completely digested the sight of him, you carefully move his arm off your waist, careful not to wake him up, he must've been tired.

You feel awfully stiff after sleeping in your work clothes, the first thing you wanted to do was take a shower. You gather something presentable-looking from your collection of clothes present in Taehyung's house.

The rest of the morning seemed to go uneventful for a Saturday morning.

Upon getting out of the shower, Taehyung was still sleeping, and so you let him get his sleep.

The house seemed eerily quiet due to Taehyung's absence.

You were planning to make the one thing you'd mastered in cooking—pancakes, but you decided to wait for Taehyung to wake up since he loved pancakes himself.

Pouring yourself a coffee, you made your way to Taehyung's study. You made yours3elf comfortable and decided to finish off some work while Taehyung was sleeping.

An hour or two had passed, the house cleaners had come around to clean the house as usual.

You'd finished two cups of coffee and quite a bit of your work. It was now nearing noon, and you were starving, Taehyung still hadn't woken up.

You decide to go check on him. Walking up the stairs, you're preoccupied, replying to an email from an employee regarding a matter from the company.

You walked into the room absent minded. Seeing that the door was partially open, the way you'd left it two hours ago. Eyes still on your phone, you tsk at how pathetic this employee was at his job.

"What happened?" You hear the heavy and deep voice you know too well.

You look over to the bed where you last remember leaving a sleeping Taehyung, yet the voice that resonated throughout the room wasn't coming from there. You avert your eyes to the room's walk-in closest where Taehyung stood. A white undershirt clung onto the upper half of his body, while a pair of black basketball shorts covered his lower half.

"Huh? Oh—uh—yeah, it was just something about work," you quickly say.

"Is everything alright?" He asks nonchalantly, turning around and walking out of the grand walk-in closet, it was nothing compared to the one in his room of course. This one was solely a spare to fit all the clothes he couldn't fit in his well organized closet.

Your eyes can't help but stare at his back muscles flexing as he closes the double doored closet.

"Oh yeah, just something about the deal with Samsung. Don't worry about it, I'll have it sorted out," you inform him, quite distracted by the view of his quite exposed upper body.

He hums in response, walking to the ensuite bathroom, drying his hair with a white towel.

"Slept well?" you ask after finally remembering why you were here in the first place. He lolls his head to you in confusion.

"It's almost two in the afternoon, Taehyung," you inform him.

Taehyung doesn't seem phased at the revelation, he knows he sleeps like a baby when you're with him. Well sometimes that is, most times he can't sleep a wink.

He turns his head back to you, "yeah, noticeably well," he states. And you can tell, he seems much less tired and stressed. "You?"

"Fairly well," you shrug. He knows you've always struggled with sleep, so he's content that you've gotten a decent amount of sleep.

You watch silently as he pats some of his moisturizer onto his face then runs his hand full of argan oil through his hair. "So, what're you up to today?" He asks casually, attempting to style his hair.

"Nothing much, really," you say from the place you're seated on the bed, "I finished up some work while you were sleeping." You finish as he gives up on his hair.

Once he's finished, he turns to face you, wanting to say something more, but he disregards it, alternatively, a small smile making way on his face as he notices your choice of clothing for the day. Despite the hot weather outdoors, the air conditioning was doing a pretty great job at fulfilling it's duty indoors, so you decided to wear Taehyung's white Calvin Klein hoodie—your favourite one. And of course a pair of your black shorts that weren't visible under the hoodie reaching your mid thigh. And the whiff of Taehyung's cologne was only one of the reasons why you loved stealing clothes from his closet every now and then. And you knew he loved it too.

Your eyes trail him as he doesn't bother to put on a t-shirt of any sort over the undervest, instead taking the white towel that he once used to dry his hair. and effortlessly draping it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

"What did you eat?" He asks, glancing at your direction. You don't answer knowing you were about to get told off by him just about now. And your silence gives him his answer.

"I asked you something," and this time it isn't in the soft playful voice he'd previously asked you the same question in.

"I wasn't hungry," you mumble, wanting to scoff at how much Taehyung treats you like a child. He doesn't say anything, rather using his 'CEO' face as you called it, jaw clenched, eyes giving a piercing stare. He much too often used this face when someone does something to his disliking, the one stone cold expression all his employees feared—not you though.

You almost snort, "gotta be a dumb one to think that's gonna work on me."

He looks away from you in frustration, taking a sharp breath, almost scoffing. "Why didn't you eat?"

"You were sleeping," you tell him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So?" He brings his gaze back on you, "you're free to do anything you please in my house Ms. Y/L/N, that is with or without my presence. I hope you are aware of that."

Imitating him, you decide to use your own professional voice. "I understand your concern Mr. Kim. However, I am very much aware of the fact," you respond.

"I was only waiting for you to wake up because I was going to make pancakes, and I know how much you love pancakes," you tell him, dropping the voice.

His expression softens and he walks towards you. "You're such a dumbass," he smiles, caressing your cheek as you look up at him with the doe eyes you loved giving him every once in a while.

"Come on now, don't give me those eyes," he chuckles, "let's get you something to eat." But you frown instead, teasing him further—or maybe you just loved it when he babies you.

But putting aside the verbal response you were expecting, he lets outs an exasperated sigh, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Kim Taehyung! Put me down!" You shout as he takes you downstairs. And of course, he doesn't listen to you, not even regarding your figure over his sturdy shoulder.

Finally coming to a halt in front of the kitchen island's bar stool, he places you in one of the gray chairs. You move the disheveled hair out of your face, glaring at the man before you with your infamous cat eyes.

"Fuck you Kim Taehyung," you scowl in a whisper, giving him the finger from under the island platform, careful not to give Ms. Lee who was cooking something in the kitchen is a show of your childish behaviour.

Taehyung who was trying to do the same, leans into your ear, "now, if that's something on your bucket list, I doubt I can help you."

"Real classy, Mr. Kim," you land him a punch on his shoulder.

He rubs his shoulder as though you've injured him immensely, you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Easy there on the violence, Tiger," he teases with the nickname he's called you starting your high school days, mostly due to your violent behaviour when it came to him. "I already feel bad for your future spouse," he starts, walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of water, "I wonder how they're going to deal your annoying ass 24/7."

"Could say the same about you, Kim," you scoff, "I'm pretty sure that you're aware that your parents are wanting to get you married soon. I feel bad for that misfortunate person."

The sudden thought of your best friend's future as a husband almost has you snickering. You loved him, of course, but him being your best friend, he was an absolute pain in the ass. Although, with his parents already talking about getting him married soon, he's definitely going to have to drop the attitude. His ego was too large for his own good, which is why it surprised you that he hadn't already confronted his parents regarding the whole 'marriage' thing. But you knew Taehyung, he knew it was no good objecting because he didn't plan on getting into a serious relationship anytime soon either way. He was already too engrossed in work, it was best that he agreed with his parents for once and married a woman of their choice.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks, taking your amusement as an insult. Placing the cup of water next to you.

"Nothing," you snicker, "just the thought of you being a husband to someone is hilarious."

"And may I ask, how exactly is that amusing to you. For your information, I will be an amazing husband," he boasts.

"Oh yeah, definitely" you giggle.

He tilts his head, "oh, is that funny to you?"

"Very," you try to hold in your laughter as he nears you. But oh, he wasn't laughing anymore.

You slowly get off the chair, getting the hint that you were his morning—more like afternoon jog for the day. You take a run for behind the couch, but you're too slow for him, he grabs you by the waist, your back crashing against his chest.

"Gotta be faster than that, Tiger."

"Taehyung!" You yelp once his fingers dig through the fabric of his white hoodie, finding your tickle spot with perfection—and 28 years of practice.

"Taehyung!" Your squeals ring through the penthouse in between fits of laughter.

"Isn't that funny, huh?" Taehyung mocks you with the widest grin on his face.

"Taehyung!" You call out his name a last time, panting as his tickles come to a stop.

You turn around once you've caught your breath, looking at him with a menacing stare. "I thought I was about to spend my last few moments of life getting tickled by you," you say in disbelief, punching his arm as hard as you could, but clearly that seems to have no effect on him.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, but you're not having any of it. Frowning at him, you turn around and walk back to the kitchen island, glancing at Ms. Lee who'd been watching the two of you act like absolute children with a smile on her face.

You try not to look at Taehyung who was making his way to you. But you knew he'd never let you stay mad at him, even if it was just you being overly dramatic to have all of his attention to yourself.

"Y/N,' he calls your name at your back, you don't respond but you're already smiling. "Y/N," he calls again, but gets no response from you, so he turns the bar stool to face him, placing both his arms on the counter, trapping you. "Y/N," he starts again, trying to sound serious, but he can't help but smile after seeing your smiling face.

"You're so adorable," you say to him, caressing his cheek, the faint scent of aftershave lingering in the air between the two of you.

"Am I now?" He raises a brow. You nod. "The woman you marry, she's gonna be a lucky one," you smile.

"As for your future man," he looks in deep thought, "I need to approve of him first, because you deserve nothing but the best"

You almost laugh, you'd never thought of your marriage, the thought seemed absurd to you. "I don't plan on getting married anytime soon mister," you give him a look.

"Perfect," Taehyung exclaims. "That way I can bring my kids to your wedding and they can watch their aunt get married."

You feel something close of outrage and adoration at the sudden comment, but before you could say anything in response, Ms. Lee clearing her throat brings the two of you out of your world.

"The food's ready. I made Jjajangmyeon," she informs the two of you.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile, "thank you Ms. Lee."

The said woman bows and leaves, leaving you alone in Taehyung's company once again. He walks to the kitchen where two plates of Jjajangmyeon were placed. He brings both of them to the island where you were still sitting, waiting hungrily for food. He places the plate before you, insisting for you to eat.

"Do you have work?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat next to you with his plate of Jjajangmyeon.

"I did have some stuff I needed to finish up, but I finished it up for the most part, I might make a round at the company tomorrow to finish up some other things," you let him know.

He nods in understanding, "so for today?"

"Nothing much," you seem in thought at the lack of your plans for the day. "Oh yeah," you start as you remember the important event the two of you were to attend today. "We have to go Mom and Dad's house today, remember?"

You glance at Taehyung who seemed to be trying to pull out the specific event out of memory through the course of his overly hectic schedule.

"Right, right, that dinner she told us about two weeks ago," Taehyung finally seems to remember.

You hum in response, "Jimin's also coming." And it seems that Taehyung seems to have a more vivid memory of being informed of the event. Although you couldn't help but think there was a catch to this. It was very common for your families to have family dinners like this, but the one thing that seemed sceptical to you was the utter happiness in your mother's voice when she'd informed you of how important your attendance was this time. Jimin had been talking about settling down lately, could it be something about his marriage?

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out, cutting off your train of thought.

"Huh?"

"I called your name about five times? Are you okay?" Taehyung asks, giving you a concerned look. He knows you've been feeling a little uneasy lately, and you hate that he can read you so easily.

You sigh, "I don't know, Ryuna's coming back and they're probably going to talk about Jimin's marriage today. I know what Ryuna did was wrong, she shouldn't have done that to him, but I can't help but hope things would work out between them."

You can tell Taehyung feels bad and he understands what you're feeling but he wants to be honest with you.

"Y/N, I know how you feel. I've seen them together with my own eyes, but you can't expect her to come back and everything to go back to normal. I know Jimin loves her but I know him the best, he's never going to go back to her—for her own good. He loves her too much to have her come back to him and leave everything she's achieved in the past two years just like that. He's never going to do that."

"I know," you say softly.

Another silence spreads between the two of you where you eat blankly and Taehyung spares you glances.

"Do you think what she did was wrong?" You finally decide to ask.

Taehyung doesn't take a moment to hesitate with his answer, "no." And he wasn't answering with a 'no' to keep you happy, he meant it. "And I know Jimin feels the same. If she stayed here, neglecting her dreams to keep your parents, grandparents happy—to keep Jimin happy, she's just as much in the wrong as everybody else is right now," he tells you, "if I was in her place, I would've done the same." At Taehyung's words, you feel a little better about everything. Though you still felt grief for the once-couple, you decided to leave it aside.

Perhaps they're meant to be in another life.

"Taehyung, get up," you whine, trying to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

The weather seemed to have had a change of plans, and the beautiful sunny weather no longer seemed to linger through the summer skies after the clock neared two in the afternoon.

Gray clouds formed in the sky and it began raining before you could say 'pool'. And so, you and Taehyung—who had initially decided to have a pool day in his pool, decided to call off the plan and instead cuddle on the couch while watching a movie on Netflix and have wine.

You weren't so sure about the 'watching movie' part of the newly made plan—but Taehyung's part of the plan definitely worked out. Laying your head on Taehyung's chest while a blanket draped over the two of you and sipping wine—it was quite enjoyable you had to say.

It was after the wine that both your giggles resounded throughout the house as the two of you played endlessly under the whiteness of the covers, eventually putting both of you to sleep comfortably in each other's embrace.

It was a much needed nap you had to say, but didn't last long enough for your liking. Your mother just had to call when you were getting to the good part of your afternoon dreams.

You had hastily pulled yourself away from Taehyung's grasp over your waist, he was sleeping as though he hadn't just woken up three hours ago.

"Yes mom?" You say politely over the phone to greet your mother, trying to hide the rasp in your voice.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping? Did I wake you?" She asks in her concerned mother voice.

"No, no mom," you laugh, "I was about to wake up anyways, we have to leave soon," you look at the time it was already 4:15.

"We?" She asks with curiosity, "is Taehyung with you?"

Well shit. You may have just screwed up.

"Uh—yeah, I'm at his apartment, I came home with him last night, he picked me up from work," you tell her, attempting to sound casual, but you knew very well that your mother had a mind of her own. She was only going to hear the parts she wanted to.

"Oh alright. Where is he? I need to speak with him," she asks nonchalantly.

"He's sleeping. Was it anything important, I was about to wake him up anyways," you say quickly, trying to sound as relaxed as you could sound.

Your mother's silent for a moment, probably connecting one and one and making things seem the way they clearly were not, but you could see why they could possibly seem that way.

"Right," your mother speaks, clearing her throat. You could hear the hint of amusement in her voice already.

'Kim Taehyung, I am going to kill you.' You knew the said man had nothing to do with the situation, but his involvement made the situation worse. Hence, blaming everything on him seemed the most appropriate.

"It wasn't anything important. I just wanted to remind him about the dinner tonight, but I'm hoping you can pass on the message to him," she says to you.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. We'll be there on time," you reassure her.

"Okay." she laughs a little, "I'll leave you two to it."

Your eyes widen, "mom! We're not—we—there's nothing like that between us."

"Y/N," you hear Taehyung's raspy bed voice from beside you—most probably disturbed by your loud voice as you spoke to your mother, his grip around your waist tightening.

"Mom, he's my best friend, nothing more and nothing less, okay?" You try to convince her, but if she was unconvinced then, she was even more—so now after hearing Taehyung's voice calling out your name in such a way.

God, you were about to strangle this man.

"I'll take your word for it," she says, completely unconvinced, "don't be late, your father's waiting."

"Okay," you respond with a sulk in your voice.

And that leads you to attempting to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

"Kim Taehyung." you say sternly, using the sternest voice you could muster up. You watch as his eyes flutter open. And that's all you needed to go off on him.

"How much stupider can you get," you curse, chucking a pillow at his head which he unfortunately ducks.

"What the hell did I do now?" He looks at you with utter confusion.

"My mother thinks we're fucking—or worse, dating," you tell him, feeling disgust at the sentence itself.

"Can't imagine why," he mumbles under his breath looking at the current position the two of you were currently in.

You smack the side of his head, earning a grunt from him which has you smiling proudly in victory.

"It's not funny" you say through gritted teeth.

"Right, right," he brushes it off, "so now care to explain how this is my fault."

"I had her convinced until you said my name like that. Now she thinks there's something going on between us," you explain.

"Me saying your name like that has her thinking we're fucking?" He says in outrage, "that isn't even close to anything sexual," he scoffs. "See, now if I did something like this," he starts, leaning down to your ear sensually. You take a breath and lick your lips, quickly pushing him off you before his 'demonstration' could escalade. You see him chuckling at your fluttered state as you get off the couch.

Your eyes divert to another pillow lying on the couch. You pick it up and throw it at him, he catches it before it lands on his face. "Do me a favour and get dressed, we're leaving in thirty."

It was the last thing you uttered to him before marching upstairs.

The moment you're standing outside your parent's estate—with Taehyung to your right in jeans and a black button up tucked into the jeans, the sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons of the shirt undone, giving you a glimpse of the honey tanned, toned chest, you can't help but feel slightly nervous. You couldn't tell if it was because you hadn't seen everyone in a while.

The two of you had gotten the idea that this family dinner was a lot different than the family dinners that had been arranged in the past, which is why you'd decided to go for something a little for formal and conservative than you usually would for one of these dinners; a white silk shirt tucked into black jeggings.

You hear some shuffling behind the closed doors once ringing the doorbell.

The oak wood, double doored doors swung open to reveal Jimin standing in all his glory; a royal blue silk dress shirt covering his upper body. Similarly to Taehyung, the shirt was tucked into his jeans and the sleeves rolled up—the sight could be quite the distraction as the shirt's sleeves hugged his bicep's every curve.

"Took you two a while," he says, mischief glinting through his eyes. "Rumor has it you two are dating."

"Oh please," you roll your eyes, helping yourself into the house. "There's nothing of that sort going on."

He hums in response and Taehyung follows your lead into the house.

"I'll take your word for it."

"Please shut up, you sound like mom," you say in disgust, immediately changing the topic. "Anyways, what's all this about?" You refer to the dinner.

You notice the way Jimin tenses a little, "I—well, I'm engaged."

You freeze, and you see the way Taehyung does too. "You're what?" Taehyung questions before you could.

"I'm engaged," Jimin says again.

"You're joking," Taehyung almost laughs, convinced this is a prank.

"I'm not," Jimin says, looking away.

You didn't want to interfere in a conversation between two brothers, but you had too many questions. "When did this happen? And why are we just finding out about this?"

"Last week," he says, unable to make eye contact with either of you. "I didn't want to tell you just yet."

"Were you waiting for us to find out through someone else? Are you crazy?" You almost yell, feeling betrayed by the man standing before you

"I didn't want everyone to tell you today and you two having no idea what was going on so—"

"So you're telling us now?" Taehyung interrupts, he can hear the rage in his voice.

"Yes, that's exactly why," Jimin responds with equally as much rage in his voice as Taehyung, You had no idea why Jimin was angry, but he seemed more pissed at himself more than anything.

"Is this why you broke up with Kiana?" You interrogate.

"No—"

Jimin starts, but he's cut off by a feminine voice, "Jimin, mom sent you to open the door, what's taking so long?"

You turn to face the familiar voice, "Jihyo?" You call out, pulling her into an embrace. "When did you come back?"

"This morning," she chirps.

"You didn't even tell me your sister's back, hyung? What else are you hiding from us, a child?" Taehyung says in disbelief.

"Well, I may have told him not to tell you guys," she says, pulling Taehyung into a hug, which he accepts with a smile. "I wanted it to be a surprise. But as for the whole engagement thing, he didn't tell me either," she scoffs, glaring at her brother.

"Well at least we weren't the only ones put in the dark," you spat.

"Tell me about it, I came back to find out my brother's engaged, he didn't even bother to tell me," she tells you. "Anyways, we should go before someone comes looking for us."

You all follow Jihyo into the great room where you see Jimin's mother, Taehyung's mother, your mother, and both your grandmothers seated, all engrossed in a conversation they seemed to be enjoying. They all look pleased at the sight of you and Taehyung.

"God, you guys took forever," Taehyung's mother, who you often refer to as 'ma' says. Pulling you into a hug, "I haven't seen you in weeks, where have you been dear?"

"I've just been busy, you know how it is at the company," you respond with a smile

"Ah of course, always working hard," she looks at you with love and adoration, she's always looking at you as if you were her own daughter. "If only my good- for-nothing son could learn something from you," she says, hitting the back of Taehyung's head.

"Ow, mom," he exclaims, "I work just as hard Y/N," he scoffs.

"It's true," you shrug, you've seen it with your own eyes, why would you lie.

"See, Y/N's the only one who loves me here," he grins, coming to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours.

Everyone in the room had their eyes on you, but neither of you seemed to care—too lost in your own world. But you were pretty sure everyone would've gotten used to the physical affection between you two by now.

"Yeah, right," you roll your eyes.

Taehyung's mother, who was fondly looking at both of you, finally looks away.

"Jimin-ah, why don't you and Taehyung go to the other room," she tells Jimin.

"Your grandfather's been waiting for your arrival," she informs Taehyung.

He nods, letting go of you, you already feel an empty presence behind you as he detaches himself from you

"Don't drink too much," he whispers in your ear once noticing the bottles of soju placed on the coffee table, reminding you of yesterday's adventures at the club.

You smack his chest, not caring if everyone was watching you, let alone his own mother, "Fuck off," you say in the same low tone he'd spoken to you in.

"Are you sure?" He says, glancing down subtly at his crotch as your eyes follow his line of vision.

"You're so gross." you spat, though you can't help but smile at his antics.

Pushing his larger figure over to Jimin, who gladly walks the man out of the room. And you would've almost missed the lazy grin that Taehyung gave in your direction once turning around, but your eyes were already glued to him how could you have missed it?

You smile back at him, shaking your head in disbelief at how child-like a grown man looking like him could act.

Turning your attention away from Taehyung once the cousin duo had walked out of the room, you turned your attention back to the ladies in the room who you were now stuck with until dinner would be served. Aside from Jihyo, who you were anticipating a long conversation with about how her studies went in Japan, the rest of the hour already seemed like a pain to you.

Insanely enough, you missed Taehyung's company already.

"Yeah, and then she ended up marrying her boyfriend," Jimin's mother says in outrage. "Can you believe that? Her fiancé was perfect, but she left him for her boyfriend!"

It'd been over an hour, and you were beyond bored. You'd been listening to god knows what gossip for the past you didn't even know how long.

"And then what, mom? What did her parents say?" Jihyo asks her mother eagerly, she seemed to be enjoying this too much.

"You're having a little too much fun huh?" Jimin's mother says, giving her daughter a look.

"Yeah, well, I'm just trying to know for research purposes. What if the same happens to Jimin? Or whenever Taehyung gets engaged," she makes up the lamest excuse you've ever heard.

"Don't you worry about them," Taehyung's mother says, "Jimin's fiancée's an angel. And as for Taehyung, I already have someone in mind for him, don't worry about him."

As the thoughts swim through your head, Jimin and Taehyung appear at the door. "Dinner's ready," Jimin announces, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.

A sigh of relief washes over you at the thought of getting out of this, and also at the familiar sight of Taehyung.

You quickly get out of your seat and walk up to Taehyung, "I almost died of boredom. I swear even board meetings aren't this boring," you exaggerate.

"Oh yeah, and I was having so much fun back there," he retorts, not missing a moment to jab at you. "I'd rather have just continued whatever we left off with at home."

Heat rushes to your cheeks thinking of what you'd left off at home. But surely he was talking about the incomplete movie—the movie you'd fallen asleep halfway through.

You see Jimin giving both of you a look, "so the rumours are true then?"

"Oh shut up, he was talking about the movie we were watching," you give him a little punch on his bicep.

"Anyways," you address Taehyung once again, "it can't have been worse than whatever they were talking about here," you scoff. "She was having too much fun," you point at Jihyo who now stood next to you.

"What? It was entertaining," she shrugs. "And besides, I got information out of them, aunty has everything ready." she tells Taehyung, "you're the next victim. She says she has someone in mind for you already."

Taehyung almost groans, "they just have too much fun with this, huh?"

"It's okay, she'll divorce you in less than a year. No one can stand your annoying ass anyways," you say nonchalantly.

"You can," he replies, giving you a smug look.

"Unfortunately, I hold that power. But to your misfortune, I'm not the one you're getting married to, am I, Kim?" You retort, giving him a look.

"I can change that," he says to you, shamelessly.

"Get a room, you two," Jihyo says with raised brows. "Have they always been like this or did I miss something while I was gone?" She asks her brother.

To which he responds with a look of question himself, "a little bit of both I guess."

"Shut up," you say to both of them, trying not to seem affected by Taehyung's comment.

"It was a little joke, baby sis," Taehyung says to Jihyo, "learn to take a joke, you two," he rolls his eyes.

"Thought you said dinner's ready," you remind the three of them, taking a lead in walking to the dining hall.

Finally being alone, you let Taehyung's words sink in. 'I can change that'. What an unabashed man, he really couldn't go a minute without teasing you, huh? You really can't even imagine what could've gone through his mind to make such a remark, but you decide to push it to the back of your mind.

"Why so stuck up all the time?" You hear Taehyung's voice say from beside you as he bumps your shoulder with his.

"Me?" Your eyes widen, "I'm stuck up all the time?" You almost laugh. "You've been joking around a little too much nowadays, mister."

"Someone's gotta have a sense of humour around here," he says matter-of-factly as you approach the dining hall where everyone appeared to be taking their seats. You see an empty chair at the side of the glass table where you take a seat.

"Taehyung-ah, why don't you take a seat next to Y/N?" Taehyung's father insists.

Taehyung gladly accepts the invitation. Prompting himself next to you, he gives you a small smile, which you return with a devilish one, taking the opportunity to pinch his thigh.

But your attempt is failed since you could barely make it past the thick fabric of the jeans. Now it was Taehyung's turn to give you a devilish smile.

"You've really got to get better than that, tiger. You've stayed in my company for this long, is this what I've taught you?" He ridicules you.

"You always catch me at my worst, Taehyung," your face displaying a sour expression.

"What happened?" Taehyung's mother asks, concerned at seeing you sulking.

"Nothing ma, your son just loves to bully me," you tell her nonchalantly.

She sighs, "you two are never going to grow up, are you?"

"Don't plan on it in the long term, nope," Taehyung responds.

You take this opportunity to, this time, nip at Taehyung's forearm from under the table. Hoping to get a reaction out of him, but to your misfortune, he doesn't budge.

"Careful there kitten, wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of me," Taehyung says into your ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it, you respond, looking up at him with a testing smile.

"Shall we get started then?" Your grandfather announces.

Love & Crosses | kth

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you’ve been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 26 years, many boundaries between the two of you had been erased, you couldn’t tell if he was hiding something from you, or if you were hiding something from him. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you—an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

➵ chapter I

➵ chapter II

Princess | pjm

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dad!jimin x mom!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you decide to take your daughter on set to see her dad

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, established relationship

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: (slight) sexual implications

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.8K

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Today was Friday—presumably your favourite day of the week, and even more so on this specific Friday. You’d been busy with work all week, and so had Jimin—their album was in its final stages which meant he’d been busy filming the music video all week. Usually, you’d work from home when Jimin was at work, and vice-versa, but this week was a bit hectic and required both you and your husband to be in and out of the house.

You were more than grateful that your mother had come over and stayed the entire week to look after her granddaughter, especially since Jimin’s parents were out of the country in the meantime. Asking one of the girls to babysit Minji wouldn’t have been an issue, they would’ve been more than happy to, but you were sure they were all busy with work too and having their kids to look after, looking after your daughter would’ve just been a hassle for them.

Your mother had left for Busan yesterday evening, which caused the house to lose some of its cheer, but you were understanding—your father must’ve been lonely.

Finally getting the opportunity to take a day off work, you were excited to spend some quality time with your ten-month-old infant—and perhaps even catch a glimpse of your husband for the first time this week since you were currently making your way to the music video set the boys were filming at, today, with your daughter.

The week had been beyond the confined term of busy for both of you. You had barely seen Jimin this week, he had barely seen you and neither of you had gotten much time to spend with your daughter. And of course, your husband could only go so long without seeing the miniature him. He’d called you earlier this morning after finishing a shot, asking you to bring Minji to set later today—and how could you have refused.

The boys hadn’t seen Minji in a while either, the last time you’d all met up was at Seokjin and Sera’s house, but that was well over a month ago. Although they would show up sometimes so the kids could play together, you all hadn’t met all together in a while, and you were sure everyone was missing each other’s company, which is why you’d decided to invite (though they didn’t need a ‘formal’ invite, they were family after all) everyone to your house tomorrow for dinner.

“Minji baby, we’re here,” you cooed at your daughter from the front seat of your car once you’d parked it. She’d ended up falling asleep through the length of the car ride, a habit you were sure she’d inherited from you. The only habit she’d inherited from you, you should say. Aside from that, your daughter was a carbon copy of her father—whether it be her small button nose, her soft rounded eyes, her heart-shaped lips, and basically everything else.

You’d been told one too many times that girls tend to go after their father most of the time, but you didn’t know to this extent. If that hadn’t been enough, she was inseparable from her father. Jimin was the only one that could get her to finish her food, the only one that could put her to sleep, the only one that could bathe her without her making a fuss, and the only one to get her to stop crying. Of course, you were capable of doing these things too, you were her mother after all, but not as easily as Jimin could.

You unfasten the seat belt of your daughter’s car seat, and take her into your arms. Waking up in the process, she looks at you with wide eyes that reminded you so much of Jimin. “Are you excited to see your appa? Huh, love?” You coo at your daughter who buries her face in the crook of your neck, you chuckle at this.

Walking inside, you were greeted by numerous staff members. They all gather around Minji, who hides her face in your neck. They smile in understanding, it’s hard to have babies open up to complete strangers.

You follow one of the staff members as she leads you to the filming site. Once inside, you immediately notice Hobi and Jungkook while they were monitoring some of the shots.

Their faces light up once they notice you and they walk over. You watch as Minji looks attentively at her uncles and Hobi immediately takes her into his arms.

Minji being the youngest among the kids (for now), she was insanely pampered by everyone.

“Oh baby, did you miss us?” Hobi asks while blowing raspberries into your daughter’s stomach, Minji giggles.

“Okay, it’s my turn now,” Jungkook announces, taking Minji into his arms. “She’s grown so much,” Jungkook says in surprise. The last time Jungkook and Yoora had come over to play with Minji was about four weeks ago, and of course, babies tend to grow pretty fast.

“Who’s a big girl now?” Jungkook murmurs softly to his niece.

“Where's everyone else?” You ask curiously, looking around.

“They’re still filming, they should be done soon,” Hobi informs you, you nod.

“Does Minji want to see her appa?” Jungkook asks the small girl in his arms, of course, there was no response from her that any of you could understand, she babbles in response to Jungkook’s question. Jungkook smiles and takes Minji to where the others were filming, you and Hobi follow closely.

“Minji look,” Jungkook points to where Jimin was filming his shot with Seokjin, “who is that?” Jungkook asks the girl in surprise.

“Appa,” Minji exclaims at the sight of her father, you giggle.

“She sounds a lot like you right now,” Hobi remarks from beside you, referring to the days you’d come to visit Jimin on set, before you had Minji, before you got married—back in the days when you called Jimin your boyfriend.

You elbow Hobi’s rib cage, “that is not true at all.”

Hobi hums in response, “sure, if that’s what you think.”

You divert your attention to your daughter who was now squirming in her uncle’s arms.

“Oh no,” you sigh, taking your daughter from Jungkook.

You bounce her slightly in your hold, attempting to calm her, but you knew this wasn’t going to work—she’d gotten a glimpse of her father which meant she needed to be in his hold and you didn’t want to distract Jimin while he was working.

“Here, I’ll take her outside for a while,” Hobi offers and you accept gladly, handing over your daughter to Hobi before she causes a scene, and you knew very well that if Jimin gets a glance at his girl, he wouldn’t be able to focus wholeheartedly, which you didn’t want.

Once Hobi leaves with your daughter in his hold and Jungkook on his tail, you put your attention on your husband, Seokjin had now left the frame and Jimin was filming his solo shot.

Perhaps Hobi was right, you really can’t get enough of your husband—you’d been together for six years now, married for a little over a year and you’d known him for a while before you’d started dating and yet the sight of him—especially him in his element, made you blush like a high schooler.

The director’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he announces a break.

Jimin’s eyes catch yours and he jogs his way to you while the rest of the boys stand and talk amongst themselves about the shots.

“Hi love,” he says with a grin, hands finding their place on your waist as he presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Hi baby,” you giggle into the kiss.

“Are you finished with the filming?” You ask.

“Almost,” he says, “there are two more shots left.”

You nod, finally taking the moment to absorb your husband’s visuals. He was styled in a black suit, the first few buttons of his shirt undone—which you were sure would drive the fandom insane at the sight of your husband’s toned chest. His hair was styled back, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the three gray strands of hair the 32-year-old man had grown into, and it drove you absolutely insane—dilf of the century.

Possessively, you attempt to close the buttons of his shirt, aware that all the female staff members must’ve been swooning over him. He grasps your hands in the process, “what are you doing, love?”

“I’m protecting my man from the gaze of other women,” you inform him, continuing with your task.

He laughs with his head back, “I think it’ll take a little more than that, babe.”

You frown at that.

“Where’s Minji?” He finally asks, noticing the absence of his daughter.

You decide to tease him a little, “oh yeah, about that, she was a little tired, so I didn’t bring her, she’s at Taehyung’s house, with Hyejin.”

Jimin’s face drops immediately, “baby,” he whines like a child, “why didn’t you bring her?”

“Love, she was tired,” you try to reason but he isn’t hearing any of it.

“You could’ve brought her for a while,” he continues to whine, his puppy eyes and pout on full display.

Like father, like daughter.

Unable to resist his cuteness any longer, you finally give in, “I’m only joking, she’s outside with Hobi and Kook.”

“Really?” His eyes shine.

You laugh, “yes.”

As if on cue, Hobi and Jungkook walk in with little Minji in Jungkook’s arms, playing with the tattoos on his arm. You smile at the sight.

Restlessly, Jimin takes his mini-me into his hold. Minji’s eyes light up at the sight of her father, “appa,” she cheers happily.

As if Minji was a magnet, the other four that were standing near the back walked towards you.

“Hey princess, did you miss your appa?” Jimin asks softly, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Minji, give appa a kiss,” you instruct your daughter.

She’d only learned how to do this yesterday, but you loved it.

She gives you a blank stare, “Minnie, give appa a kiss,” you say again.

This time it seems her brain comprehends what you tell her and so she leans in and places a small kiss on Jimin’s cheek.

Both yours and Jimin’s hearts almost combust from her cuteness.

“That’s enough for you now,” Taehyung declares. “Let me play with my niece.” He says, taking Minji into his arms. “Isn’t that right Minji?” Taehyung coos at her.

“Yah, I haven’t even seen her in so long,” Seokjin complains, wanting to hold Minji too.

“You just saw her last week, hyung. I deserve to play with her, actually,” Namjoon says, arms outstretched to take Minji in his hold, but Yoongi beats him to it.

“I’m clearly her favourite uncle,“ Yoongi boasts, giving her kisses, she giggles, “see, she agrees,” Yoongi shrugs, walking away with her.

Jimin walks after him, “hyung, you can’t just steal my daughter from me,” he whines.

“You see her every day, Jimin-ah,” Hobi says, shoving him aside.

God they’re really never going to grow up.

as we were, ch.1 — JJK [m]

as we were | jeon jungkook x reader  — series masterpost ! ˚₊✩

chapters | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | ✎…

⟶ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining

⟶ 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 18+

⟶𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 8.2k

⟶ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⟶ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : heavy angst, infidelity au, husband!jk, mentions of divorce, jk being a dumbass, lots of crying & heartbreak.

⟶ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : ahh, it took me literally a day to write this chapter; it’s been on my head to write something like this for months now!! hopefully you enjoy this fic, i put my everything into it & pls don’t hesitate to share your thoughts!

               #01: once upon a heartbreak

                                    ˚➶ ｡˚

You don’t know how much time you spent sitting on your white couch; seconds, minutes, or hours could have passed; you have no idea. The only thing on your mind is your husband, who’s terribly late. You are used to it, the late appearances and the harsh tones due to waiting for him, and this is no different. Only this time, you are determined to put your feet on the ground and finally talk about the elephant that has been there for a long time.

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as it was | jjk

pairings » husband jungkook x wife reader

genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

word count » 2.5k

a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Haeun was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

Welcome Home [MYG]

⟶ Welcome Home [Yoongi x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: 18+, PWP, Marriage Au, Smut, One Shot ⟶ Warnings: father!yoongi, kissing, blow job, unprotected sex, you guys have a child, etc ⟶ WC: 5.6k+ ⟶ Summary: After picking up your husband at the airport, you greet him with what any lonely wife would in the comfort of your shared bedroom. ⟶ Beta: Miss riddle tiddle, @taegularities​, thank you for reading through this when you found the time. And also dealing with my constant shenanigans when I write aimlessly and you’re trying to clean up my act for me. lol ⟶ Author’s Note: Based on the notorious Yoongi 220529 airport photos. This pwp is nothing fancy at all, just love and thirst. :] I’m also in love with my banner.

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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

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His eyes follow you as you enter through the front entrance, they scan 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 as they turn nice and pink, your blush deepening 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. Why 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.

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“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. 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—”

“Who’s 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, your face turning pink. “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.

“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. I don’t think it’s fully hit me. But I know inside…I am freaking out.”

“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. “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.”

“Can I see?”

You feel your cheeks flush as your body warms up with embarrassment. You slowly lift your sweater and show him your stomach.

“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 barely 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.

“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 Tae and Hobi engulf you in a hug.

“We heard everything.” Tae 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.

“Tae.” 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 are 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 are 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. “Who’s 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 hand 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 go red. 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 bacon.

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 the bacon 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 quit, 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 start to turn a bit pink, 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.”

~~~~~~

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 term?” 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.”

“Who’s 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.”

golden -> jjk

summary: you’re left to clean up your brother’s mess after a boys night in, only to find an even bigger mess sitting so pretty - and naked - in the tub.

pairing: jungkook x female reader 

genre: brothers best friend au, smut: pornwithoutplot™

warning tags: drunk!jk, bathing, nipple play/stim, handjob, unprotected sex (oc on the pill)

word count: 4k

a/n: ahhh wahh, i’m on my period and this is the result of that. i apologise. just look at those golden thighs guy (pukes and passes out) and yes, this is the cursed idea I had while fully snorting this nsfw fanart like devil powder. 

just wanted to post something while i work on some series works - i’ve got a new hybrid series on the way, and will be updating vixen soon followed by maniac. thank you so much :3

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An old school R&B track sounded quietly throughout the apartment after a full night of them blasting the noise, loud enough to get your grumpy old neighbour downstairs to bang against his ceiling with a broomstick. Of course, they couldn’t hear it though, and neither had you, but you definitely would have if you hadn’t fallen asleep with your headphones on while watching YouTube videos.  

You’d slept through the entire time they had been here, which was only a couple of hours; Taehyung had planned a small get together with his close buddies a week prior in celebration for the completion of exam season. They got drunk, competitive in gameplay and, did you mention they got drunk? They were also very loud when they were all together, even when sober, so you can’t even imagine how rowdy they got during your slumber. The evidence was clear as day when you were shuffling out of your room, eyes hardly opened as you yawned, stretching your arms above your head. 

The mess was expected, but it didn’t make it any less painful to look at. You look around at the damage and sigh, knowing you’d be spending the next two hours cleaning the place. Taehyung would insist he’d do it tomorrow since the two of you shared the apartment and he was thoughtful like that, but he was currently knocked out cold on the couch, so you were left alone. You wander back down the hall and peak your head into his bedroom which was empty, so you’d assumed his friends had gone home before you could wake up and greet them. 

You grabbed a garbage bag and started throwing empty beer cans into it, and there was a lot of them. 

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only you masterlist | kim taehyung

➛ main pairing: taehyung x female reader

➛ genre: angst, eventual smut, college au, unrequited love au, friends to possible lovers au, fuckboy au, slow burn

➛ series summary: falling in love with your best friend can be painful, especially if those feelings aren’t returned. and there is only so much your heart can take before it finally breaks. and when that time comes you must then decide whether you want to continue your friendship, or end it for your own sake.

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prologue: the first time he leaves you hanging

for the first time ever, your weekly movie night doesn’t end in smiles and laughs but instead in tears and heartache.

chapter one: forgiveness, maybe 

taehyung attempts to apologize for last night—by taking you out on a romantic dinner.

chapter two: holiday shopping and first time greetings

while shopping for the upcoming holidays, you and taehyung happen to run into the girl he has been sleeping with for nearly half a year. choi jia.

chapter three: the painful truth

hurtful words are exchanged, hearts are left aching, one party is feeling nothing but anger while the other is left betrayed, and broken.

chapter four: losing hope

a trip that was suppose change everything, changes everything—just not in a way you wanted it to.

chapter five: christmas surprises

christmas time has arrived, mixed feelings finally come to light, and an unexpected guest suddenly shows up.

chapter six: traditions are meant to be broken

when it’s time for you and taehyung’s annual christmas tradition, two people come between you two and leave you both questioning yourselves.

chapter seven: the heartbreaking truth

the words that you never wanted to hear, finally comes out, crushing the last bit of hope you had left.

chapter eight: slowly losing you(coming soon)

days has passed since that night and you are beginning to accept the fact that you and taehyung will never happen. as for taehyung, he can feel you slowly pulling away from him.

officially yours | jjk

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you're his and he is yours on the paper – but what is the reality?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, friends to lovers

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), unprotected sex

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+

a/n: commissioned 

The tall modern building is not usually a place you hang around. In fact, you could count on your fingers how many times you've been here. The modern and clean interior never fails to amaze you, but that can be expected from such a prestigious company. It looks like the ones people get to see in movies – it definitely feels different to be inside and see it with your own eyes.

Now you're not a complete stranger to wealth and fortune, but you see it from a completely different side than people would've expected. You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Even if it's a common assumption people have about you. 

“Welcome, Mrs. Jeon.”

The young receptionist welcomes you as soon as she spots you in a crowd full of working employees. Sometimes you wonder if you stick out so much, or they just know your face so much that they've got no problem recognizing you. Which is odd because you don't hang around in this circle of people very often. 

Mrs. Jeon. 

Even after a year, you feel a mixture of butterflies and oddness when hearing people addressing you like this. At the beginning, it took you quite a long time to get used to this. To hold such a powerful surname. Though, you felt proudness even though you're not sure if you had the right to feel it in the first place. 

Just a reminder that none of this is real.

Do you even deserve to be addressed by this surname that is technically yours only on papers? Morally, you're not so sure. 

A polite greeting makes it past your lips, trying not to squirm at the prying eyes of other people passing by. You're not exactly formally dressed, like every employee is. But you're not an employee. 

“Is my husband in his office?” you ask.

Again. After a year of marriage, you feel like you're letting a lie out of your mouth at addressing someone as your husband. 

The woman remains unbothered and completely clueless to your inner thoughts though. You haven't been doing this for a week, a year is a long time for you to improve your acting skills. 

“Yes, he just finished a meeting ten minutes ago. He's waiting for you.”

Giving her a simple nod and a soft 'thank you', you make your way to the elevators and click on the number of his floor where his office is located. 

It reminds you of the first time you settled on a deal that changed your lives. You've known Jungkook, though you never actually became close friends. There weren't actually many opportunities for you to get to know him better, the only heir to his parents company was too busy getting prepared for the new role and position as a CEO of Jeon industries. Funnily enough, two people with completely different backgrounds, you had some mutual friends where you actually met him.

You clicked, even from the few and very casual conversations you had. He wasn't the overly confident and cocky heir somebody would peg him for. He was grounded (in a way), polite and extremely charming. Though his parents were never strict about who he hangs out with or what he likes to do in his free time, one of the things they would pester him about was the need for him to settle down. It was the only pressure Jungkook always found in his parents.

It's not like he didn't have a choice to decide about his future – at that time the young twenty year old man wanted nothing more than to continue his family business. It's actually something he loves to do. He wasn't forced into it.

But with years passing by, Jungkook's parents would grow impatient and rather concerned about their son's lack of commitment. Random women taking their turns in his bed wasn't his strongest part. 

Naturally, they would start introducing him to their partners' daughters. And despite Jungkook's wildlife and freedom he had, they were nothing like him. Not that he's the romantic type who believes in soulmates and all that stuff, he wouldn't want to marry someone for money or any possible benefits for the company. The company was doing very well on itself and he didn't need to do any arranged marriage. 

He loves his parents to the bone. He is grateful for everything they've done for him – even more how they raised him and never were controlling. Not like his peers experienced in similar situations. 

Jungkook knows many people his age and in a same situation. It was bound for him to meet them, considering how many parties and social gatherings he had to attend, especially after being introduced as the new CEO. That's when he realized, after hearing his peers' struggles, how lucky and fortunate he is. 

So when his parents wouldn't let go of the topic of commitment and marriage, it was like a huge slap to his face. No matter what he would do or say, it wouldn't change their minds and eventually, Jungkook found himself stuck.

And that's when you came into the picture. 

The first time you heard his plan, you called him insane. You laughed into his face and told him you don't need anything he's offering you. Though Jungkook assured you he doesn't think of you as someone who needs or wants his money, he was more than willing to help you financially. He told you he would take care of you – something you found offending at first. 

Why would you need a man to take care of you? 

You are completely capable of taking care of yourself. You don't need any Jeon Jungkook to bathe you in wealth and luxury. 

But just like Jungkook – you're a loving daughter who would do anything for her parents. Well, unlike Jungkook, you weren't lucky enough to be growing up with two loving parents. 

The money Jungkook offered you by simply saying 'yes' would take care of any family member. Jungkook was no stranger, he still isn't. And after weighing the pros and cons for many sleepless nights, you found yourself nodding to his insane plan. 

Nobody could know. Rule number one.

The marriage would last for one year. It's the reason why you agreed to it in the first place. You wouldn't be bound to a man based on an arranged marriage for the rest of your life. You want your own family, kids, to fall in love. And a year didn't seem like a long time.

Jungkook made sure it didn't.

Whenever he would have free time, he would take you to places you would never dream about seeing. Countless vacations, trips and activities you would never be able to experience if it wasn't for him. And for that you will be grateful for the rest of your life.

To not make anyone suspicious, you agreed not to mess around with other people. Though, this particular deal wasn't settled at the beginning. It happened naturally. You couldn't risk being seen with other people, no matter how much you would try to hide it.

You will be watched, it was one of the things Jungkook was preparing you for.

And to be honest, you didn't want to go behind Jungkook's back, no matter how fake this marriage was. It's just a year, you will be fine. 

But having to share a bedroom, and two young people who find each other attractive, it didn't take long for you to succumb yourselves to your desires. There was nothing wrong about sleeping together, you were practically married.

You've found yourselves in a healthy and good relationship where two people became close friends. Even if the marriage is fake. The sex is mindblowing, so none of you actually miss the thrill of hooking up with anyone else. For the first time, Jungkook is committed, even though it's not exactly the way his parents think it is. 

And there he is. 

After politely knocking on the door and hearing his voice to invite you in, you open the door and find him sitting behind his desk. He looks fine as always, a few buttons unbuttoned to show how comfortable he allows himself to feel after a two hours long meeting. His suit is draped over the chair while he's slouched on the chair with a pen twirling between his long fingers.

“No lunch this time?” he asks, tilting his brow at you when he sees your empty hands.

You crack a smile, making your way to his desk while you sit on the small white leather couches. “Sorry, came straight from work.”

“It's fine,” he chuckles, “I'm only joking. How's the new employee?”

One of your dreams was to open your business. Jungkook helped you every step of the way, supported you in more ways than financially, while he helped to make your final decision. You've decided to own a clothing brand where you connected with amazing designers who helped to make your dream come true. Two years ago, you didn't even know it was something you'd like to do. 

Opening your e-shop has been absolutely amazing, making sure any body type is able to find their size. It's actually very rare in Korea to do that and you love to bring something new to the table. Jungkook liked the idea. You invested everything from your previous job to this project of yours. Living with Jungkook and not having to worry about any bills allowed you to freely focus and invest in your business. Sure, Jungkook must've helped but he was more than happy to do so. 

With your help, he got his parents off his back. 

After a year, he would tell them you decided to break it off. He's sure they won't pressure him into any other relationship or marriage after the divorce. If they do, he will handle it in a different way.

“He's great,” you smile, “Actually does the job this time, compared to the last one.” 

Jungkook laughs a little, knowing how tense you've been about this one particular employee who wasn't doing his job. Jungkook encouraged you to take care of it, and showed you you have to think about your business more than people's hearts. Especially to someone who's getting paid and not doing their job. 

Jungkook has been your guide from day one. A huge help.

“Great,” he nods, twirling the pen a few times before he tosses it on his desk. “I'm getting off work earlier today, should be home at six. Is that alright?” 

He sounds so gentle, the way he says home makes your heart squeeze.

“Yeah, sure.” you tell him. 

You've made plans for tonight, have been preparing yourself to talk to him about your deal. It's been a year and three months after your marriage, yet it's not ending and he has never brought this topic up.

“I'm meeting Jungseok in an hour, then I'm going home to prepare dinner for us.” you inform him, completely missing the way Jungkook's face drops at the mention of your close friend.

You've met him during your marriage, though there were no boundaries crossed, the man seemed to show an awful interest in a married woman. The worst thing about it is that he can't really say anything about it because technically, you're not really his. He knows you're not having anything serious with the mentioned man, though he's aware of your deal.

And he doesn't like any of it. 

“Oh, I didn't know.” he tries to say lightly, hating how tight his throat suddenly feels. 

“Ah, he texted me this morning. We haven't seen each other for a while now, we usually just text.” 

Oh, like that's not enough.

The amount of times the man decided to suddenly text you is hilarious. Fuck, he would even call when Jungkook was balls deep inside you and he actually feared you will pick up the call, instead of finishing what you had going on. Luckily, that never happened but it pissed Jungkook to the core. 

“Mhm,” he hums, scratching his chin. “Well, I've got one last meeting but that shouldn't take long.”

You both talk for a moment, catching up with each other's day before you discuss the dinner plans. Jungkook sees you're a little on edge these days and though he thinks he knows why, there's this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your giggling, you're interrupted by a gentle knock from Jungkook's assistant, informing him of his meeting. 

However, he doesn't go to the meeting board room like he usually does, he actually invites the person to his office. And when that person is someone you've grown to know, someone very well-known in the CEO community, you do everything in your power to be polite and welcoming. 

She's special partner, even you can see that and you know zero fuck about Jungkook's business. He treats her differently.

He welcomes her with a warm smile and of course, you're forced to bid goodbye to your husband as you part your ways. The kiss you and Jungkook share feels great, especially with her eyes on you two.

And you know you're petty.

But it seems to be the least of your worries because tonight, you might end everything you and Jungkook settled on. But it's only fair because in the end – that was the deal. 

You should've known it would end up like this. 

But how could you? 

Could you have really known? 

The dinner was delicious. Just the two of you like every other evening. Talking, laughing, smiling…

Until you brought up your fake marriage. 

“It's because of him, isn't it?” Jungkook chuckles bitterly, throwing a tantrum like a little kid while you gape at him completely stunned.

Out of all responses, you never expected him to get so… upset over something he came up with. 

“What?” You find your voice, breathing out confusingly. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“Oh, please.” he scoffs, turning away from you to grip the kitchen's counter. “You always text, you even meet him during your lunch breaks.”

All of that is true. Well, you don't always text with him. And you want to point that out, but something stops you and justifying your relationship with Jungkook seems like a bigger priority.

“Jungkook, this marriage is fake.” you inform him as if he didn't know. 

You're confused. 

His shoulders tense, knuckles whiten from how tightly he's gripping the expensive marble counter. 

“All of it has been fake then?” he asks, still not facing you which starts to worry you for some reason. 

You haven't seen Jungkook acting like this. Upset, maybe a little. Not in the mood? Rarely but it happened. But this time you're actually left totally confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Y/N,” he chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slowly turns around. 

You're met with a pained expression, a single look at his face causing you to feel a sting in your heart.

“I know we started this as an arrangement, a convenience for both of us… but is that all it's been for you all this time?” he asks, slowly stepping closer to your distraught form. 

“Jungkook.”

“No,” he says, “Answer me.”

And then he stands right in front of you, his entire figure hovering over you as if you were the littlest thing in the room. Like you're this little lost girl – not the confident woman you've grown to be. 

“Do you want this divorce?”

Do you want it? 

What is he even asking?

“That was the deal.” you remind him silently as he presses his lips tightly. 

He doesn't look pleased with your response but you can't bring yourself to say something more. 

“So, what? We get divorce and then you're going to him?”

“Why do you keep bringing him into this?” you ask, brows scrunching as Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Are you jealous?”

“If I was?”

That shuts you up for a minute, eyes widening. Jungkook never really had a reason to be jealous, not that you were together in reality. But you had each other – none of you messed around with other people.

“There's nothing going on between me and him. Never will.” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook suddenly cups one side of your face with his big palm. 

He presses his forehead against yours, breathing slowly and calmly as if his heart wasn't about to explode.

“Give me a chance.”

“A chance?” you whisper.

“Yes,” he says, “To prove to you that this could work.”

“Jungkook–”

“I love you Y/N, don't you get it?” he suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off you while he rubs his forehead in frustration. 

“But–”

“But what? I can't?”

Even being frustrated, he looks handsome as ever. His hair is getting too long, almost always falling to his eyes and hiding the beautiful color in them. 

“I didn't say that.”

That makes him whine. He actually whines – like all the times he has done it when he was frustrated. You would always giggle, finding him adorable for acting like a little kid when he's a whole grown-ass man, a successful and well-known CEO at that. It's one of the things you appreciate about him. 

Looking at him, you realize the three words he confessed to you in the midst of his frustration. It starts to kick in and your eyes widen again.

You might look fine, maybe a little shaken up but fine, but this isn't any easier for you. You've been thinking about every single word you would say, replaying different scenarios every free second you had. You don't know what the afterlife is after Jungkook. In all honesty, you aren't keen to find out. But you had to do this. 

To protect yourself and your heart.

You could go on and on with this for who knows how long. You like Jungkook's company and hearing him confessing his true feelings to you, which is still a bit shocking to you, you might actually feel the same. You've been so in denial, for the longest time actually.

“Do you really love me?” You find yourself asking. 

Jungkook's cheeks redden and he does the typical Jungkook thing when he is nervous. He scratches his ear and avoids your gaze. 

“Isn't that what I said?” he mutters.

You turn your back to him, tracing your shaking fingers over your lips. 

“Talk to me please.” he suddenly whines after a minute of silence. 

Just as you're about to turn around, your back is pressed against Jungkook's chest as you gasp. Jungkook wraps you in a back hug, lips touching the top of your head. 

“I don't want to lose you.” he confesses shyly. The frustrated and upset Jungkook is long gone.

Your heart melts, moving your body into action as you turn around. For a second, Jungkook looks scared you're trying to pry his hands off you to get away from him. But in reality you offer him the sweetest smile. Your hands find his ones as you grip them tight. 

“I… I don't want divorce.” you confess. 

“But you brought it up.”

“Simply because that was our deal. I was scared you're gonna bring it up and it's going to be too late for me. I didn't know what I felt… but hearing you–I love you too.”

Jungkook gasps, searching your face frantically as if you just pulled the biggest prank on him. 

“You do?” 

“Yes. I don't want anyone else, Jungkook.” you admit.

And then his face breaks into the biggest smile, your own soon cupped by his large hands as he gives you a big kiss. You kiss him back, squeezing his wrists because you need to feel him. You need to know he's not going anywhere. He's right where he is supposed to be. 

And so are you. 

“Yes, right there!” 

The sound of crashing waves from the outside is a white noise, no longer properly acknowledged as you barely recognize your own voice and the desperation behind it.

“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” you whine, raising your hips off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth.

He lifts his head up from between your thighs, lips completely glistening and wet as he frowns. “But I wanna eat you out first.” he whines this time and while your heart does the weird jump it always does when it comes to him, you find yourself smiling his way. 

“There is enough time for that. Please. I need to feel you.” you plead with him.

He's thinking about it. You see the uncertainty on his face and while he loves to go down on you, he can't disobey his wife who's pleading so nicely for him.

Your body aches from your previous activities. You had eight hours (precisely) to recover when you fell asleep in the arms of the man you love. Your husband. It still gives you the same ticklish feeling in your chest and the pit of your stomach but this time, it's actually true. It's not official on the papers but in your heart too. Ah, god… it sounds so cheesy but all you want to do is to giggle like a teenage girl about how much in love you are with this man.

He stares at you with those doe eyes, still wearing the ponytail he made to wear while working out. But you messed up his plans. Flattered those pretty eyelashes at him and the most angelic smile, sheets sliding off your naked and marked body.

Oh, how many times Jungkook made love to you because you felt insecure. He never knew you feel that way about yourself – about the body he loves and wouldn't change for anything. Because it's you. 

You love this man so much that you have to show him. Now it's your turn.

You get on top of him, just how he loves and enjoys having you. Letting him enter you for what seems like the hundredth time over these past seven days, you both moan in pleasure. He holds you close to him, letting you take the charge as he occasionally thrusts his hips into you. The pleasure increases with each minute and you grow weaker for this man.

Bodies becoming one, the sweet “I love you's” are exchanged in breathless moans.

“I love you so much,” Jungkook moans into your ear, your walls tightening around him. “My sweet love. My angel.” 

This is your second anniversary. Technically your first one where you truly celebrate your marriage, making love all day long. And after so many nights of keeping thing adventurous and fun, letting Jungkook to fuck you into the mattress and everywhere in the vila he rented for this special occasion, making love just feels right. 

You both come together in a record time.

Jungkook fills you up like many times before, the sensation making your legs buckle. You calm down in one another's hold, Jungkook's strong arms around you as he peppers kisses all over the side of your face. 

“I was thinking.” Jungkook starts.

“Oh.”

“Hey!” he laughs, shifting on his spot as you finally lay down next to him, ear pressed against his chest where you hear his heartbeat. “How about we start a family?”

“What?” you gasp, lifting your head immediately to look at him as he gives you a shy grin. 

“I know we're together for one year, officially, but I've been thinking about our future and–”

You shut him up with a kiss to his surprised lips while he melts, relaxing under your touch. 

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he squeals, “Just like that? Yes? I didn't even tell you the speech I prepared.” 

You giggle, “You can tell me later.” you assure him as he chuckles.

“So? Are we gonna do it? Us? Parents?”

You giggle how out of his element he seems to be. It makes you love him even more as you caress his chest before you stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. You brush a few of his hair off his face and send him another angelic smile. 

“I can't wait to have your baby, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back before he looks at you all lovingly, cupping your cheek. 

“I was afraid you would never say it, Mrs. Jeon.”

perfectly wrong | masterlist

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), hickeys, mentions of unhealthy relationships, cussing / mature language, dirty talking, mentions of insecurities, jealousy, fighting, alcohol consumption, smoking, unrequited love kind of stuffs, tae is a fuckboy and says whatever the hell he wants to say sometimes, etc. (individual warnings for each chapter will be included)

notes: title taken from shawn mendes’ perfectly wrong. this is cross-published on my wattpad account (nikkitynaakks) and there are currently more chapters published there than here, but there may be some slight editing to each chapter since i’m always down to revise/improve things!

intro

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen (final)

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Dichotomy

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the Bound series with @underthejoon 

Creative Content Contributor: @m00nk1ld FOR THIS FREAKING AMAZING MOODBOARD. I actually yelled out loud, the first time I laid eyes. 

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, road head, denied orgasm, dirty talk, hate sex) 

Word Count: 14,566

Summary:  You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it  – between love and hate? (Arranged Marriage!AU)

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Oops | JJK (M)

+ Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader + Genre: College AU, smut, some fluff, strangers to lovers + Word count: 6k + Rating: 18+ + Warnings: Shower sex, fingering, cursing, unprotected sex + Summary: You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know + A/N: So I love me a classic college AU. It’s my first fic I’ve written to completion in like 5 years so I am amazed I did it.

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