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— nepenthe ; part six

— genre ; age gap, angst, fluff, smut, sheltered oc, ceo jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— warnings ; please note that in the beginning, the oc is in an abusive home — and if this triggers you please do not read. the oc is of age but nothing smutty will be happening for a while — but there WILL be smut. A small bit of SA is in part two and if it tiggers you, don’t read.

— intro, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

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— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam @yourbobaeyestell

— word count ; 1.4k

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SOLARIS January 23rd, 2024 Charleston, SC

Six am

I was too excited to sleep anymore. I got up, wrapped myself in my blanket, and watched the sun rise in the sky, hope rekindled within my soul.

Seven am

Father got up, and left for work after eating the breakfast I had prepared for him. I thanked my lucky stars he couldn't recognise the happiness and excitement within my eyes.

Eight am

The cleaning was done twice over. Now, I had nothing left to do but wait patiently for the day to pass on. For the first time in years, I had something to look forward to that wasn't saying my nightly prayers.

Nine am

I was able to find a needle and thread within the contents of my little nickknack box. A happy squeal left my lips once I was able to patch up a tear in one of my favorite pink dresses. I wanted to look pretty for my new friends. Would they like my dress? Most importantly, would Chairman Jeon like my pretty dress? Pink hues spread throughout my face as I thought about the scary man with the pretty eyes. Maybe if I looked pretty, he wouldn't want to get rid of me soon.

Ten am

"Ouch!" I winced, a fine tooth comb tightly wound within my face. I huffed and pouted to myself before taking the time to gently unwind my hip length hair out of the comb. So this is what I get for trying to get my hair to look nice. I pouted harder. Brushing it until it shined was the best I could do. It was better to let it hang loose than to be put back into an unattractive lumpy bun. I couldn't do braids either, Mama hadn't yet got the chance to teach me before she passed. With a resigned sigh, my toes curled back and forth as I brushed through my hair, longingly eyeing the outdoors from my window.

Eleven am

"I'm so bored..." I slumped, back falling onto my bedroom floor, little nickacks strewn beside my body. I flipped onto my tummy and grinned, little hand reaching out to grab a plastic bag where I stashed the hello kitty bandages Chairman Jeon put over my scraped knees. I like saving things that has good memories attached to them. The bandaids reminded me of how I had misjudged Chairman Jeon...and how he had taken care of me so kindly.

A girlish giggle left my lips as I thought about him.

Don't get me wrong, he was scary, and handsome, and had pretty eyes, but I knew there was so much more lurking beneath the surface. Maybe I could catch another glimpse of it?

Twelve pm

I hardly blinked as the minutes ticked by.

Eyes stuck solely on the old clock on the wall, I was impatiently waiting until sun down.

One pm

"Hmmmm....hmmmm...hmmumumum..."

I had nothing better to do than practicing my humming.

I think I was getting better!

At least the dogs hadn't started howling like last time.

Two pm

Only five more hours.

I never knew I was this impatient.

Three pm

Supper is cooking.

Decided to made crock pot chili was a good decision.

Cooking would distract me from my impatentiness.

Four pm

"Please, Mister clock, tick faster!" I stomped my foot with a huff. I tapped my foot on the ground, huffily, glaring up at the clock on the wall.

The ground beef was nearly unthawed so I could brown it, add peppers, garlic, and onions.

All that would be left to do was add the beans, corn, diced tomatoes, and the seasoning packets and combine it all to simmer on low heat.

Five pm

Two more hours to go. I spoke to myself often as I got out the ingredients for cornbread. It went nicely with the homemade chili and Father prefered it that way. I added butter to the baking pan, to keep the bread from sticking, and mixed together the cornmeal, a bit of flour, buttermilk, and fresh jalapenos.

Six pm

Father just got home.

I hunched my shoulders and followed after him to his chair.

I avoided his eyes and meekly slipped his boots and socks off his feet, and handed him the TV remote.

He grunted and snatched the remote from my hands.

"Supper's done, Father." I spoke up, flinching when his eyes shot to mine. "Do you wish for me to get you some?"

He rolled his eyes.

"For fuck's sake, girl. Yes." he sneered exasperated, "and bring me a beer while you're at it."

I jumped at his loud tone.

"...oh..okay, Father." my eyes glossed over when I slowly back away and scattered into the kitchen. My hands shook with nerves while preparing his food.

Grabbing a Modelo from the fridge, I opened the bottle and carried his food out to him.

I placed it on the little table beside his chair, and bowed my head.

It feels as if I'm nothing but a slave here.

To carry out the whims of other just because I was worthless and chained down.

I waited until Father agknowlageed me.

"Chili?" he suspiciously sniffled the contents of the bowl while poking at the square slice of cornbread braced on the side.

"Yes, Father...I made your favorite kind." I whispered, not daring to look at him.

He didn't like me looking at him in the eyes much.

"Hm." he grunted, finally starting to gobble down the food I made. A smile erupted on my face when he didn't spat it out in disgust.

I hoped he would like it.

"Go to your room, girl." Father said around a mouthful of meat, beans, and veggies. "Grechen's gonna be here soon and we'll be busy and I don't want you out of your room."

Happiness flickered within my heart.

Whenever Grechen came over, her and Father never left his room until late the next morning.

This is perfect!

I could go visit my new friends without worry!

Father glared at me over his bowl, "You're not to be seen or heard."

"Yes, Father. I understand." my head was bowed so low he couldn't see the tiny smile on my face.

"Leave."

My feet raced away from the living room, feeling lighter than I had been for a while.

I would try to leave soon...maybe around seven, to make sure I would arrive at a good time.

The moment I entered my bedroom, I locked the door behind me and giggled to myself.

"Almost time, Solaris!" I spoke quietly to myself, slipping the straps of my long nightgown off my frame to slip on the pink dress. This one had quarter sleeves and hid the bruises away from view.

The hem fluttered around my knee caps when I plopped down on my mattress to tie on the same white shoes I wore last night.

I twirled around the room happily, hearing Grechen's loud voice from the living room greet Father.

I took my map, and the mini flashlight I got for christmas before Mama died and added it into my little crocheted bag and strapped it around myself.

Looking around my room, I tidied it up slightly to look better when I came home and gathered up a plan within my mind.

I nibbled on my lower lip and looked outside.

I lived in a one floor house, so it wouldn't be a problem to go outside my window. I woudln't hurt myself or lock myself out since my window had no lock.

But I would have to hurry. Knowing it would take thirty minutes to walk to Ataraxia, I knew I would arrive later than I wished to.

So I would run most of the way.

Seven pm

It was now dark out.

I listened to Grechen and Father's loud voices – growing quieter, and smiled to myself.

I tiptoed to my widow, feeling my heart thump wildly within my chest. Quietly sliding open the window, I inched my body out of the window, and hit the ground with a near silent thump.

So far, my first attempt at sneaking out seemed to be successful!

Thank the good Lord above!

I slid the window down and left it open a crack.

So that my window would appear closed.

With another girlish giggle, my feet pounded on the pavement, hurrying as fast as I could to Ataraxia.

And to the people – no, friends waiting for me there.

author's note ; ✨

I've been all over the place recently, but FINALLY, I get to post the chapters that's been in my drafts! Love u ❤️✨ also, this is only slightly proof read, so please ignore any mistakes, or point them out as I can edit them as soon as I can! If you wanna be apart of the taglist, just lemme know! As always; thank you so much for reading!

HOPELESSLY CAPTIVATED (01) ✦ Jungkook

SUMMARY: A series of drabbles featuring you, a twenty-five year-old high school Literature teacher living on the same floor as Jeon Jungkook, a thirty-one year-old single dad and filmmaker living with his eleven-year-old daughter Yuki, and your encounters that leads the both of you to be hopelessly captivated with each other. Based on Niki’s Take A Chance With Me.

DRABBLE 01: A panicked Jeon Jungkook knocks on your door for help.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Single Dad AU, Age Gap AU

WARNINGS: Suitable for all ages. No specific warnings for this drabble. Dad!Jungkook, maybe? Oh, and talks of menstrual period and allusion to complicated family relationships. Not proofread!

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Your peaceful Sunday afternoon consisting of catching up on the episodes of your comfort series while eating your comfort food with a bottle of cola on the side is interrupted by a set of knocks on your door. Your eyebrows meet in confusion, not expecting anyone to come over nor did you have any deliveries. And even if you are expecting someone, they would have to use the intercom before the security lets them in. So, while you’re walking down to answer the door, you can only deduce that whoever is knocking on your door must be a neighbor. Your theory is proven correct when you open the door, and you see Jeon Jungkook – or should you say Mr. Jeon Jungkook – standing on the other side with an apologetic smile plastered on his lips and his eyes wide and panicked.

“Y/N, hi, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I just really need your help,” Jungkook states immediately, rubbing his palms against his loose black pants.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. What is it?” You ask politely, placing your hand on the door.

“It’s Yuki. She’s-She’s calling for you. I think she’s gotten her period and is terrified,” Jungkook explains, biting his lower lip as his chest rises and falls heavily. He’s clearly concerned and worried.

You perk up, recognizing the seriousness of the situation. “Okay. Yeah, that can be terrifying. I have some pads she can use – they serve the same purpose regardless of age, don’t worry. I’ll just grab them and meet you at your apartment?”

A look of relief washes over his face. “Thank you, Y/N, seriously. This means a lot.”

“It’s no problem, Mr. Jeon,” You reply.

You make your way to your room and grab the unopened napkin from your shelf before making your way to the Jeons’ apartment three units across from yours. You knock, as a sign of respect, and Jungkook immediately answers the door and leads you to the bathroom. Your apartment’s floorplan is slightly different, you notice. His is clearly more spacious than your studio-type.

“She doesn’t want me anywhere near her, but if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I’ll be right down the hall,” Jungkook tells you softly to which you nod.

You wait until Jungkook is at the end of the hall before you softly knock on the door. “Yuki? Hi, it’s Y/N from Apartment 609. Your dad says you called for me. Is everything okay?”

You hear sniffing on the other side and your heart breaks just a little. Children crying are always a weakness of yours. “Y-Y/N? Is that really you?”

“Yes, Yuki, it’s really me. Can you tell me if you’re okay?”

“No, I’m not,” Yuki replies honestly. “I-I don’t know what to do!” She begins to cry again.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jungkook about to walk but you put up your hand to stop him, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Yuki. I was like that too when I first got my period. I was clueless on what to do.”

“I-I’m scared.”

You nod even though she doesn’t see you. “It’s alright to be scared of something you haven’t experienced or seen before, Yuki. If you let me, I can help you be a little less scared of it.”

It’s quiet for a moment then you hear the soft click of the door unlocking. The door opens slightly, and you take this as a sign to slip inside, seeing the dark-haired eleven-year-old sitting on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. When she hears you close the door, she looks up at you, eyes red and swollen, cheeks stained with tears. Her shiny black hair is all over her face and she’s still wearing her matching blue pajamas with little various kinds of shark printed on them.

You smile as you lower yourself in front of her to meet her eye-level, placing the napkin on the sink. “Hi, Yuki.”

She sniffs but politely returns the greeting. “Hello Y/N.”

“It’s scary, isn’t it? Waking up and seeing all this blood?” You ask and she nods. You hum. “Has your teacher or parents talked to you about getting your menstruation during puberty?”

“Yeah, my Science teacher, Ms. Cho, gave a lecture about it last semester,” Yuki answers, eyes similar to that of her father’s lowering as she fiddles with her fingers. “Mom and dad never really did.”

You nod in understanding. “I see. I learned about it through my teacher too.”

Her eyes shoot up to meet yours again, wide and filled with validation. Your heart breaks again. “Really?”

“Yeah. My mom passed away when I was young, so she never got the chance to teach me about periods and napkins and all that stuff. My dad – he was working so he wasn’t able to teach me about it too.”

It’s a watered-down version of your childhood, but you’re not about to trauma dump to an eleven-year-old.

“Can we clean you up? I’ll teach you everything I know about dealing with this every month,” You say, sucking your teeth. Yuki nods. “Okay. Do you wanna take a shower so you can get cleaned up? I’ll be outside with your clothes and towel once you’re finished.”

“Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Yuki. I’m glad to be of help.”

You leave the bathroom to give Yuki privacy and spot her father leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. When he hears the door close, his head shoots up at your direction.

“Everything is fine, Mr. Jeon. She just got shaken up, but she’s already taking a shower. Can you prepare her clothes and her towel?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, her room is the one on your right,” Jungkook says as he points at it. “You can come inside if you want.”

So you do, looking at the ocean-themed room from the blue walls, the shark-printed bed sheets, whale-printed curtains, the sphere lamp covered in different marine animal stickers.

“She’s currently in her marine phase though it’s gotten a bit longer than I anticipated so maybe it’s not a phase after all,” Jungkook shares as he grabs clothes from his daughter’s cabinet then takes the towel hanging on it.

You nod, completely getting it. “I’ve had my phases too. Some I never really grew out of.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Jungkook asks, sending you a smile.

You can’t help but return it, albeit a teasing one. “It’s a secret, Mr. Jeon.”

He laughs a little, nodding as he grabs a pair of clean underwear from Yuki’s drawer. “Alright. I respect that.”

Once Yuki finished showering, you hand her the towel to dry and cover herself before you enter and tell her some tips on how to handle her menstruation, demonstrating how napkins work and telling her when to change it so she won’t get any sort of rashes. You also tell her about cravings and mood swings. Once she’s all done, you and Yuki step out of the bathroom, her hiding behind you and only peeking through your arm to look at her father who has lowered himself on the door, an encouraging smile on his face.

“Go on, Yuki. There is nothing to be ashamed of towards your dad,” You tell her gently. “But if you’re not ready, it’s okay too. I’m sure your dad will understand.”

Yuki contemplates before ultimately deciding on running towards her father who greets her with his arm wide open. You watch as Jungkook embraces Yuki warmly, eyes closing and pressing kisses on her cheek. Yuki buries her face on the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad. I understand. I’m just happy you’re okay now,” Jungkook soothes, rubbing Yuki’s back in circles.

At that moment, you feel a tug in your heart. You’ve never really looked at Jeon Jungkook before – your paths didn’t really cross despite living on the same floor. You would only get a chance to talk to Yuki when the two of you would be walking up the hill to your apartment building after school ended. Maybe it was because you were a homebody who spent your free time in the comfort of your home. But now that you had gotten the chance to really see him – you couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.

You quickly shut down this thought. He’s a married man for crying out loud – it’s not right for you to be thinking about him in any way.

“Did you say thank you to Y/N?” Jungkook asks Yuki.

“She already did, and really, it’s not a problem. Glad I could be of help,” You say with a smile. “Anyway, I guess I’ll be on my way. I still have some papers to grade.”

“I’ll walk you back,” Jungkook offers.

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay, Mr. Jeon.”

“No, please, let me. It’s the least I can do for your help, for now, at least,” He insists. “I prepared your favorite snack in the kitchen, Yuki. I’ll just walk Y/N back to her apartment then I’ll join you, okay?” He tells his daughter, kissing the top of her head.

“Yes dad,” Yuki answers with a nod.

She gives you a hug on your way out.

“There’s really no need for you to walk me back, Mr. Jeon,” You say as you scratch the top of your head awkwardly.

“We are walking now so too late,” He quips, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. You only now see his piercing. Damn. “I’m serious though. This won’t just be the last thank you you’ll receive from me. You helped us out so much. You deserve better than a walk.”

“It’s really okay. I’m just happy that Yuki is fine,” You say as you reach your apartment. “Here I am. Thank you for walking me back, Mr. Jeon.”

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. If there is anything you need – anything – I’m just at 613, okay? Please don’t hesitate to knock on our door.”

You smile, nodding. “See you around, Mr. Jeon.”

“See you, Y/N, and if you’re comfortable with it, please just call me Jungkook.”

“Okay,” You say. “See you around, Jungkook.”

His smile widens – or at least in your mind it does. “Great. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Y/N.”

When you walk back inside your apartment, you press your back against the door, heart beating faster than normal. Why do you get the feeling that you’ll be seeing more of the Jeons? And why does it make your heart race?

ANDI: I need this while working on something as dark as Dead Kids so I won’t be too burnt out when writing it. I hope you guys liked it and let me know what you think! 🦉

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